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nursc · 6 months
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support female muses, but also, and i say this from experience, support muns who write female muses after writing a male muse and realize that a lot of their 'friends' were really just interested in their male muse. muns who try to make their partners interested in their new muse only to realize the other person is not at all interested in you as a partner and a friend, only as someone who can give them a male muse to ship with. that if they deign to show interest in your female muse, it's only as a sidekick, never as a full-fledged character.
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sxnshinericciardo · 7 months
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Animal shifters AU with the drivers? Everyone on the grid has an animal form because F1 pretty much only hires shifters (they will hire regular humans if they’re talented, but shifters have naturally stronger and more durable bodies when in human form so they’re more likely to be hired), but there are some drivers who prefer not to shift as much so they’re more in charge of taking care of the others when they’re shifted. And everyone in a big pile of fur and legs and tails cuddled up together after every race in one of the older drivers’ driver’s rooms (or even the Mercedes motorhome because let’s honest Toto would totally let everyone have a cuddle pile there), just de-stressing and chilling together in their different forms?
(There would also probably be ships involved as well but I’m not quite sure what they are just yet. 😅)
If anyone has any thoughts about this, feel free to send ‘em in!! <3
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kolsmikaelson · 1 year
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to everyone on my taglist just in case i miss you when i post something follow my library blog and turn on notifications @rodrickhefley (taglist under the cut). if your @ is bolded i cannot tag you and will be deleting your response to my taglist form. if you’ve filled the form out before and want to re-do it seeing as i’ve added and taken away people that i write for in the past months, please feel free but also leave a message so i can delete your first response. here is the form.
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fragilcline · 9 months
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🌟 -> benny
( 🌟 ) a late night text
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[ txt ] : hey [ txt ] : are you coming back here tonight? [ txt ] : i wanted to see you [ txt ] : and wanted to sleep next to you after an hour, texting bubbles appear, then disappear [ txt ] : nvm [ txt ] : i'll see you next time you're here
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cptnpike · 9 months
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@ltnsingh asked: It's my job to know.
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for an instant, it is not la'an who stands in front of him.
another figure appears. she stands in the same position on the threshold of his ready room, a padd with information that he was hoping wouldn't leak so quickly clenched in her hand, as she waited for him to confess to his latest foolhardy plan. even the indignant tone directed at him has the same cadence.
it is not an unfamiliar sight. in fact, it used to be a regular occurrence. on the off chance she isn’t one step ahead of him, number one is adept at twisting his plan into something infinitely more sensible.
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except, the figure in front of him is not number one. well, more accurately, not the same number one. she does not hold his secrets or know where he stashed an illegal shipment of chili pepper in his ready room. she is a familiar, welcome sight in all other situations, but in this short instant, when her image and his memory merge in front of his eyes, his first officer feels like an intruder.
❛⠀⠀⠀i’m just mulling it over,⠀ ⠀ ❜⠀ ⠀ he says, motioning for her to sit in one of the chairs with a tired wave, ⠀ ⠀❛⠀⠀⠀i kept you out of the loop so you’d have fresh eyes at the briefing. catch something we missed.⠀ ⠀ ❜⠀ ⠀
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the west wing, dead irish writers,sentence starter meme.
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harringtqn · 1 year
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my posts as a marvel/spiderman blog were so embarrassing how did 500+ people follow me from that it was terrible
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sapphireplums · 1 year
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SHOULD I WATCH THE WITCHER ?!
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toffeeimagines · 2 months
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!!! Thank you for the ibs post seriously because I've been suffering from stomach issues it's 2017 and I just found out last year that I may have a mild case of ibs so again thank you and hope you have a fantastic day 💖💖
No problem!! i am glad the post is helping people feel better
like i mentioned in the post this is all pretty new and sudden for me & it has felt a bit isolating so i made it partially because i needed to hear it but also bc i felt like others could need to hear it too.
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nursc · 7 months
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christine isn't quite sure when or how she got chloe to agree to this lesson. some of the events of the shuttle exist only as a blur inside her head, as dusty and fragile as the snow blocking them in; she remembers she talked for hours, but the specifics of it, all the little things she kept spinning into existence to keep the other from staging a break-out. if chloe hadn't brought it up, she would have completely forgotten about it.
it was her lucky week. her testy patient got out in one piece, and she was getting a recipe out of it.
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❛⠀⠀put me to work, chef.⠀ ⠀ ❜⠀
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@chloevlinder • sc.
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raythekiller · 11 months
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could you plz do the creeps realizing they like someone & what they do abt their feelings?? thank you sm !
🗒 ❛ Realizing They're In Love ༉‧₊˚✧
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Featuring: Jeff The Killer, Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Masky, Hoodie
#Notes: warning for some light angst in some parts (mainly EJ and LJ)
pronouns used:
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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Jeff The Killer
He absolutely hates the way you make him feel and will be extra mean to you because of it. He doesn't even realize what the feelings are at first, he just knows they make him feel vulnerable and weak and he despises that and, by correlation, despises you as well. Once he does realize it though (after a good, good while) he'll still be mean, but more in a teasing sort of way. You can probably tell he has something for you because of how possessive he gets, always wanting your attention to be towards him and getting jealous every time you spend time with other people. He'll just keep behaving that way and getting increasingly upset that you won't notice his "obvious" flirting.
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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ben Drowned
Now this guy is the most shameless simp to have ever simped on the face of the Earth. That being said, he's not used to actually having feelings for someone - normally it only goes as far as physical attraction. So while he is normally decent at flirting (again, if you like cringe pickup lines at all), it all goes down the drain as soon as he realized he's actually, genuinely down bad. Suddenly he's stuttering, unable to get sentences out right, and finds his mind going blank whenever you're around, just fidgeting with his fingers nervously instead of trying to make a move. It's cute if you're into shy guys.
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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ticci Toby
Another one who's a little bit oblivious to his own feelings for a long, long time. All he knows is that you remind him of simpler times, times where things were better, so he wants to be around you as often as he possibly can. You'll be sitting side by side and he'll see your hand resting by your body and the thought of grabbing it crossed his mind, his heart immediately started beating faster to the point he had to excuse himself. That's when he knew. Though he is quite shy by nature, he'll try his best to be a little bolder in his own way, complimenting you more and being a little more physical. One of the only guys who isn't afraid to confess first, though his is a little bit more in the heat of the moment than a well planned out romantic confession.
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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Eyeless Jack
Now with him, things are a little more complicated. He has what I like to call "villain complex", where he truly and genuinely believes himself to be an awful, disgusting and vile person. Hell, not even a person - a demon. He lacks any kind of good opinion about himself, so when he realizes (quite fast, at that) that he has feelings for you? He feels offended on your behalf. To have a monster, an abomination like him be in love with you, something so good and pure in his eyes, is like the ultimate offense to him. So, he won't act on his feelings. Honestly, he'll even hope that you manage to get with someone else so he can know you're genuinely, truly happy and move on. It's very plausible you two won't ever end up together. Unless you decide to take matters into your own hands, that is.
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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Laughing Jack
Jack is a little bit of a wild card. He naturally has a flirty personality, so you won't know that he's serious unless he decides to tell you, which he probably won't for a good long while yet. That's because, unless he tells you about it, he doesn't actually have anything to lose. His main fear is that you'll be disgusted by those feelings he has, disgusted by him, and decide to leave him just like everyone else did. It's not even rejection that he's so afraid of, it's abandonment. So, while he has one of the easiest times accepting his feelings, he'll be one of the worst when it comes to acting on them.
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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Masky
Pretty similar to Jeff, but also complete opposites in some ways. While he is extra mean to you because you make him feel vulnerable, it's also because he's hyper aware of what he's feeling towards you. He's a grown man, he knows attraction when he feels it, sexual or romantic, but that doesn't make him hate it any less. Unlike Jeff who's an asshole as a way of flirting, Tim is an asshole to get you to hate him. If you just despise him, his feelings should technically go away as well, so that's what he's aiming at. He already has enough problems in his life, a "silly little crush" (as he calls it) isn't another one that he needs or wants to deal with. Again, if you want things to go further, you'll have to take matters into your own hands.
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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Hoodie
Smooth ass motherfucker. Like Masky, knows what the feelings are right away, but has no fear in acting on them. And he's super fucking good at it. He sees love as one of the many pleasures of life, something meant to be enjoyed, so he's not going to shy away from it. He'll shower you in every love language known to man, this guy absolutely knows what he's doing. He's not even insecure that you might reject him, he knows he's a catch and you know what? He's not wrong. So it won't take him long at all to confess in the most chill but romantic way possible, like it's not even a big deal (which, to him, really isn't).
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moondirti · 11 months
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gorgeous header by the ever talented @ghostaholics
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𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ;
˗ˏˋ miguel o'hara x ‘wraith’ f!reader ´ˎ˗ enemies to lovers. emotional slow burn. angst AO3 mirror
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one. CAT AND MOUSE || two. PURSUIT || three. BITE || four. FREEFALL || five. APOLLONIAN || six. YOU/ME/WE || seven. PROPOSITION || eight. VICES || nine. INTROSPECTION || ten. RESILIENCE || eleven. SUCK IT UP || twelve. PUSH / SHOVE || thirteen. A CHALLENGE || fourteen. WANT
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irkentales · 2 years
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゜   .  ・゜       ❛  BITCH.  ❜
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heizouology · 10 months
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˗ˏˋ tattoo artist kaveh and piercer alhaitham ´ˎ˗
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tags: nsfw, kaveh x afab reader, alhaitham x afab reader, kaveh x afab reader x alhaitham, threesome, double penetration, lots of praise and aftercare (kaveh), slight sadism (alhaitham), degradation (alhaitham).
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ notes: kaveh and alhaitham are roommates and work at the same tattoo and piercing studio. i imagined kaveh’s tattoo style to look like @/zihwa_tattooer’s work on instagram. i’d sell an organ to be tattooed by her, i’m a whore for fine line omg.
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❛ kaveh ༉‧₊˚
kaveh is so insanely pretty and he’s got the prettiest tattoos too. simple, aesthetic, black fine line designs are placed in certain parts of his body - his arms, hands, and back, complimenting his features instead of overpowering them. you can’t help but admire them every time you see him, which he doesn’t mind - he loved the attention you give him. he also has few cartilage, adorned with gold leaf and feather themed jewelry, all done by alhaitham.
a month into your relationship, he gave offered to give you a tattoo, free of charge. unsure of what to get, he picked out a few designs from his flash that he thought would look nice on you. you settled on a simple butterfly below the back of your neck, a place he recommended, as it’s one of his favorite places to kiss you. the process was pretty painful but kaveh’s steady and light hand, along with his calming praises and small talk, made it a lot better. also, his hair was up in a clip, which was a little treat for you as well - you loved it when he wore his hair like that.
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during sex, kaveh always prioritizes your pleasure over his own. he's so gentle with you, constantly mumbling little praises and encouragement as you ride him, caressing your back with a feather-light touch and helping you keep a steady rhythm. he loves you so, so much, and hates to see you in pain - he constantly checks in to make sure you're alright, making sure you know your safe word, etc. he remembers all of the places that make you feel good, all of your favorite positions, and all of the little praises you love to hear.
he'll eat you out before fucking you with his dick, making sure that you're all nice and wet for him. he loves it when you tug on his hair, urging him to continue. your moans are like music to his ears, fueling his desire to bring you as much pleasure as possible.
kaveh’s a switch, though he prefers giving rather than receiving. when you want to be dominant, though, he’ll make the sweetest moans, begging you for more. he loves it when you mark him up with hickeys, and will wear his hair up to show them off the day after, letting everyone know that he’s yours. he’s so happy and grateful that he’s loved by someone like you, and treasures every little mark you give him, knowing it’s a symbol of your love.
he thinks you’re the most beautiful person in the world as you’re coming down from your high. he never lacks in aftercare - he knows how much you need reassurance and love afterwards, so he’s quick to pull you into his embrace, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he caresses all of the places he knows will be sore later.
“you’re already beautiful, but i think you’d be even more beautiful with a few tattoos,” he whispers as you lay against his chest. his hand goes to cover yours, his thumb rubbing over your outer hand and wrist, a little smile forming on his face as he imagines designs for you. “a floral design here would look so pretty. imagine us holding hands, tattoos showing and all.”
his hand then moves to your side, tracing it with his fingers. “then, maybe one here as well, starting from here and extending all the way up here,” he explains, starting from your waist and ending next to your breast. “we can add little snakes or cute butterflies to the design. make you a beautiful little garden.”
secretly, he dreams of getting matching tattoos with you as your relationship progresses. he’s drawn out some ideas based off of your shared interests that he’ll show you when the time comes, but for now, it’s his little secret.
the next day, he'll invite you over to his studio after hours to work on your new tattoo. besides loving aftercare in bed, he cares for your tattoo aftercare as well. he’ll constantly be nagging at you to not scratch it, carries aquaphor with him just in case you need to reapply, and once it’s healed, he has a small little bottle of sunscreen for when it’s exposed to the sun, knowing that you always forget to put some on.
he doesn’t want his little piece of art getting ruined, especially if it’s on such a beautiful canvas as yourself.
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❛ alhaitham ༉‧₊˚
alhaitham is so fucking hot. he usually wears basic, black t-shirts and tank tops, showing off his bulky tattooed arms. his upper body is covered in bold tattoos - usually traditional, though he does have a sword tattoo on his forearm from kaveh. he's got a side labaret, a tongue piercing, and a ton on his ear - industrial, helix, you name it. on his large, veiny, tattooed hands are a collection of silver rings, not a single finger plain.
when the two of you began dating, you said you've been interested in getting a septum for a while, though you were still on the fence about it - you were scared about the healing process and if you'd even like it. you got your ears pierced when you were young, so it would technically be your first piercing. he offered to do it for you, and if you didn't like it, you can simply take it off. though, he assured you that you’d look beautiful with it. the idea got you interested, and he took you to the studio to get it done.
the piercing was quick, though it did hurt a little, especially since you didn't have the best pain tolerance. your eyes got a little watery, a single tear falling. it was a little embarrassing for you, though alhaitham guiltily thought it was kind of hot. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a sadist - he never has these thoughts while piercing his clients, but seeing you like this was different. after putting in your jewelry, a cute little gold clicker, he quickly excused himself to grab you a cup of water, though it was mainly to calm himself down.
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he fucks you hard and rough. he loves seeing you beg and will often deny your orgasm to see you all needy, crying for him to let you cum. he loves holding your wrists so he has complete control over you. he thinks it's so cute that you're so small and weak in comparison to him - it fuels his lust to break you and then spoil you afterwards.
he loves to degrade you, too. he'll call you a whore while fucking you mercilessly, saying you're such a slut for him and his cock. he'll never say anything meant to hurt you, though. if he notices his degrading goes too far, he'll apologize and make it up to you, toning down the roughness and slipping in a few praises instead.
during one of your sessions, he has you standing in front of the bathroom sink, holding onto the counter for your dear life as he's pounding into you. he holds your chin so you're forced to stare at the lewd sight, kissing your sensitive ear and neck as he does so.
"look at how cute you are," he coos with a low voice, grunting as he thrusts into you. his hand moves to cup your breast, giving your nipple a little pinch, causing you to gasp in pleasure. "you'd look so pretty with piercings here. have you considered getting them done?"
his hand cradling your chin moves down to hold your other breast, flicking your nipples. "imagine how good they would feel while we fuck," he mumbles, his warm breath against your ear as he stares at your reflection with you. "of course, i'll pierce them for you - don't want any other man seeing you like this," he whispers, giving you a kiss on the cheek. "what do you think?"
you're too fucked out to say anything, so you nod. he smiles as one of his hands travel down to your stomach, his index finger stopping on top of your belly button.
"and maybe one here. you'd look so pretty with one, and you'd get to wear more of those tiny shirts you like so much," he mutters. you told him you've been interested in wearing clothes that show your midriff, though you're self-conscious about showing your stomach. he would assure you that you'd look fine every time you bring it up, though it wasn't enough to boost your confidence. “so, so pretty," he purrs, circling his finger over it and giving your cheek another kiss, before his hands travel down even further.
his hand stops at your clit, slowly rubbing it with one hand as he holds your chin again with the other. "and maybe a piercing on the hood here, too. wouldn't it feel so, so, so good here? the smooth metal rubbing against your clit as i fuck you. imagine how sensitive you'll be when i put a vibrator against it," he teases, increasing the intensity of his fingers. "and imagine how hot you'd look with one. a little secret between you and me.” the idea of getting a clitoris hood piercing was never on your mind, but with the way he described it pushed you off the edge, and you were forced to watch your reflection as you cum.
"that's my girl," he whispers, watching you with a smile as you tremble from the intense pleasure, his hands moving to your waist to hold you steady.
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❛ alhaitham and kaveh ༉‧₊˚
god, fucking the two of them at the same time would feel so good. while you're dating one of them, the other notices the two of you having sex in their room and can't help but join in.
while kaveh's so gentle with you, making sure you're alright and giving you plenty of kisses and praises, alhaitham is merciless, manhandling and degrading you. it’s the perfect balance between being spoiled and being ruined, and you’re in love with it. the two of them are competing to see who can fuck you best, and you're unsure of who's winning - your lover or his roommate.
you lay on the bed as alhaitham opens your legs, kissing from your stomach down to your folds. he sucks roughly on your clit and prods his tongue into your hole, causing you to feel his piercing against you. the pleasure is intense, almost too much as he slips two fingers in, fingering you quickly and deeply, abusing your g-spot. he runs his tongue on your clit, making you feel his hard tongue piercing, causing you to go insane in pleasure.
as alhaitham bullies your pussy, kaveh’s behind you, giving you the much needed kindness you weren’t receiving from alhaitham. he hushed you as he lovingly kisses your ear, nibbling and sucking on your earlobe. his hand travels down to your breasts, groping them slowly so as to not overstimulate you, but rather enhance your pleasure.
with alhaitham’s aggressive oral and kaveh’s sweet care, you find your high approaching, and they both know it by the way your body reacts to them. alhaitham speeds up his fingers and licks as kaveh teases you with his hot breath against your ear, and you find yourself cumming hard on alhaitham’s tongue.
the two of them let you catch your breath, and once you do, kaveh is gently turning you around so you’re facing him, taking off his pants to reveal his hard cock. he scoots down, resting his head on the pillows as he guides you to sit on his dick. you lace your fingers with his, slowly sinking down onto his dick while he sings little praises for you.
“angel, you’re taking me so well,” he gleams, watching as you fully bottom out. “so perfect, so, so perfect.” he says, pulling you down to his chest as he thrusts up into you.
“quit babying her, she’s a slut,” alhaitham bickers. “she knows how to put a dick in her.”
“shut your damn mouth, you’re just jealous because you’re not the one fucking her right now," kaveh sneers, and though his words were harsh, he didn't change his tender touch on you.
alhaitham sighs, watching as kaveh fucked you with so much care, whispering into your ear and drowning you in kisses. he’s so vocal during sex, something that alhaitham wasn’t. getting turned on by the scene, he takes off his pants, stroking his dick.
after a while, when you were soon nearing your high, you noticed that alhaitham was gone from your side. from behind, you feel someone prod a finger at your other hole, prepping you for his cock. it was alhaitham. you're scared of the pain - you weren’t used to getting it there and it hurts a little, which kaveh notices and quickly stops.
"i... i can't..." you stutter, holding onto him. alhaitham slows down, though his fingers don’t leave your hole.
"it's alright, babe," kaveh hushes, stroking your cheek. "it'll feel better soon, okay? you'll feel so good with the two of us inside of you. can you do it for us? i know you can handle it," he says. from behind, alhaitham's kissing your back, paying special attention to your tattoo. you nod, causing kaveh to smile and kiss your forehead. “thanks, my love.”
kaveh thrusts into you again, this time more slowly and deeply. alhaitham continues prepping your asshole, adding in another finger. once he thinks you're ready to handle him, his fingers leave you, being replaced by the tip of his cock, which stretched you way more than his fingers did.
"just breathe, okay?" kaveh says, holding your hand. as alhaitham slowly inserts himself in, kaveh's mumbling little "i love you"s and "you're doing so good for us" against your lips, wiping away any tears that fall. the stretch is painful, but you know it'll be all worth it in the end.
after a few careful thrusts from alhaitham, careful to not hurt you, the pain soon turns into pleasure as you get used to his size. your winces became moans, and you hold onto kaveh. he asks if it’s okay for him to start moving again, and you nod, allowing him to pick up where he left off.
"enjoying it already? you sure are a slut, huh," alhaitham grunts from behind, increasing the intensity of his pace. their thrusts aren't synced - while one pulls away, the other is going in, causing you to be constantly stimulated. it feels so good feeling so full, and you soon find yourself reaching your high, gripping onto kaveh's shoulders for stability.
they fuck you through your orgasm, slowing to a stop once you’re done. they let you take a little break as they litter kisses all over you. you snuggle up against kaveh, sapped of energy, until you hear alhaitham laugh as he lifts you up so your back is pressed against his chest.
"think you're done already? we haven't even came yet," he teases, making your heart sinks. you were already so tired, so fucked out, but you weren’t done yet? you'll be having a long night.
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quiixotica · 2 years
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𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 : 𝓹𝓪𝓵𝓶𝔀𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓹 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮 & 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 : 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽, 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 5𝓪𝓶 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 : 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 
the sun peeked over the horizon, it’s rays shining with fiery fury over the earth, & palmwood in particular. it was a radiant sight to see, but not for isla who was always very sensitive to the sunlight. when she rolled out of bed that morning, she placed an elegant scarf over her perfectly combed hair & sported the latest cartier sunglasses. it was without a doubt that she looked like a starlet from the 1960’s, having just stepped off the silver screen. 
coffee would certainly help her disposition, & she always found it a bit insulting to ask her assistant to go fetch it for her. ellle had a lot on her plate as is, so she certainly didn’t need to go down to palmwood’s very own coffee shop to get isla something she could easily get herself. upon stepping into the brewery, isla was pleased to hold such a sentiment ; for a familiar face stood before her. one she hadn’t seen in a while, yet one she held in fond regards. “cam ? is that really you ??” she spoke, her soft voice echoing in the otherwise quiet atmosphere. 
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lovesickry · 7 months
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- wish you would.
┈⋆⭒ lando norris x fem!reader [8k] ┈⋆⭒ masterlist! ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ contains: 18+, pwp, smut, angst, dickhead lando, dickhead reader, swearing, alcohol consumption, general stupidness. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ a/n: this has been brewing for the longest time in the depths of my brain istg, its a long one.
your relationship with lando recently, had more or less been……tainted. by some imaginary force, but some force nonetheless. 
-
you’d fallen out of touch simply and quickly but you missed him, as any “friend” would do. moping about in the house you shared with max and him, it wanst fucking fair, he didnt get to do this to you. It had been four weeks since you last heard from him, max was god knows where, off with Lando and here you sat.
it was just fucking miserable. Four weeks ago you were in fucking ibiza and now your bestfriend hated you, so your life definitely wasn’t going as you thought it would have.
Didnt help that on the last time you saw him you may or may not have fucked in a bathroom stall and then just pretended nothing happened the rest of your trip. Though when the season started again he didn’t respond to a single one of your texts, or quite literally communicate with you in any way whatsoever.
//// communication over the past few weeks:
4 weeks ago:
hey lando was the the flight back alright?
lando?
3 weeks ago:
are you alive?
max told me you're alive so what is it then?
2 weeks ago
oh come on lando
LANDO?
you can't just ignore me and fucking see max every weekend are you joking?
A week ago:
can you just talk to me?
you were practically furious, after the confusion went away, after the tears went away you were just furious. with him, how he treated you.
-
Originally you had tried to brush it off, that it was just him coming to terms with his breakup with luisa and you being (so you thought) the first person he had been with since, but the breakup was 4 months prior to Ibiza and you couldn't dismiss it as a simple "fuck". Not with all your history.
The worst part though, you remembered every little detail.....every time his skin touched yours, every single thing he whispered in your ear, each time he did something that made your stomach tighten or the hairs on your neck stand up. It would've been easier if you hadn't thought about that night, but that would be a lie. It sat there in the corners of your mind every waking moment and you couldnt shake it and now he wouldnt even fucking talk to you. Asshole. You'd be seeing Lando in a week nonetheless, he couldn't exactly avoid you considering you lived in the same house and he would be in the country. Though you couldn't count on it, considering the lengths he's went to so far.
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///// FOUR WEEKS AGO- {Ibiza. Following the Spanish Grand Prix.}
his laughs were muffled as his mouth hits yours, his hands guiding you against the furthest wall of the bathroom. the music was loud and you could still hear it through the concrete walls of the bathroom.
it was lit by purple light and as you pulled back, now flush against lando and opened your eyes you swore lando looked less like a man and more like something else entirely. his hands were on your hips far too fast for somebody who hasn’t thought about this before, wanting to kiss every inch of your neck as your hands grabbed and tugged lightly at his curls. every noise he made was heaven, every touch a gift.
-
“I want to be inside you”
You could've sworn that comment made you blush, or atleast freeze up a little. Your stomach coiling and heating as he met your gaze. Fucking hell. His lips were puffy, his hair a mess. 
He had never looked better a day in his life, you were frantic the way you kneeled in front of him to undo his belt and then his trousers. 
“Fuck look at you”
“Oh my god”
If you weren't wet you sure were now, Lando had one of those mouths that was rarely closed and in this case you were glad for it. He wasn't afraid to make noises with you either, each rhythmic sound leaving his mouth dug the hole deeper and deeper.
By the time Lando was stripped to his boxers and you to your bra and panties he was desperate, making it known just how much he wanted, needed you. his hands were having trouble staying still and yours were roaming all across his stomach while he repeated your name in you ear, like a mantra.
He was searing hot, the muscle on his stomach was flushed and you could feel him grimacing in your neck the longer your hands lingered on a particular place. The minute your hands drifted down to where you needed him most he made a kind of pleased breathy nose, squeezing at the skin of your waist. 
“You’re so fucking hot” you say to him, figuring its about time he knows the effect he has on you as well. Hands drifting lower, under the band of his boxers, hes painfully hard, tip sensitive and pink as you pull his boxers down. He drawls out a long fuck, before pulling you in for one more kiss and then pushing you impossibly closer to the wall.
“Tell me if it hurts okay”
What you would've thought as cocky coming out of anyone's mouth, was sincere coming out of Lando’s, he was……significantly big. As he finally pushed into you, holding the back of your head as to not let it hit the wall he whispered sweet filth into your ear.
“Good girl”
“You can take it”
“So good”
“fuck”
It was all too much, as he bottomed out finally you already felt close and as he moved. Oh god it was already perfect, the buildup and finally this. His body moved rhythmically, controlled and delicious. His hands were mainly used to hold you in place, while yours found the places he liked to be touched most and paid attention to those, relishing in the tiny noises he made in response to you. You could tell Lando was getting close when his thrusts started getting sloppier, less regular, more effort, at that point you brought a hand to your clit, rubbing small circles, trying to read when he was cumming so you could cum too.
“I'm getting close” he choked out, god his words alone coiled your stomach further.
“I’ll come when you do” you say, nodding at him. 
“Fuck-yes” another breathy line of speech, followed by sloppy, messy thrusts and some audible groans. 
Finally you feel him, pulsing inside of you and you know hes just there, just about there. 
“Im-” he goes to say, but you already know.
“Yeah. fuck. Please” your desperate now.
You come with your eyes closed, legs shaking and the feeling of warmth filling your stomach as Lando pulls out and youre met with the blurred sight of a supremely dishevelled Lando whos basically holding you upright and grinning at you so fucking hard youre sure his cheeks would hurt. You lean slightly forward, resting your forward on his shoulder, still breathing hard, heart beating much too fast than normal.
“Why didn't we do that any fucking sooner?” he says, his body shaking slightly, from ecstasy but also from the laugh that rocks his body.You can't help but grin at the comment, feeling the effect of post-orgasm and also from the alcohol earlier. Getting your clothes on is a clumsy, messy endeavour and you both look entirely suspicious when you exit the large bathroom still in fits of giggles. 
-
///// NOW- London. Week of the Silverstone Grand Prix
you recalled the moment with complete contentment, there wasn't a moment you could pinpoint that could warrant this reaction from him. sure he could be feeling a bit confused but seriously?
the text from max announcing that they were on their way was a kind gesture but fundamentally futile. as much as you could avoid Lando you would have to talk to him at one point of another, living arrangements in mind.
The ten minutes awaiting their arrival were ones of complete disdain and anxiousness. Followed by deciding you would go out for a walk to miss them entering the house, leaving just as you heard the front door opening, texting max you were out for a walk. You hoped that by walking at least around the block, maybe you'd clear your mind slightly, being out in nature and all. You walked for about an hour, until the sun started to go down and you figured you should probably go home. The walk had helped slightly, Lando was now only a part of much bigger problems you'd formed in your head. Entering the front door and immediately hearing Lando’s laugh instilled something within you. You were never quiet but in this moment you were, Lando spotted you as he waved to Max in the kitchen and immediately walked towards you. Pulling you into a surprising hug, even Max was shocked, knowing of the circumstances over the last few weeks. Your hands stayed at your sides while he hugged you, not wanting to reciprocate something that was not genuine. After pulling away he went back to wherever he was and Max simply raised his eyebrows at you before shrugging his shoulders. You ate dinner in your room and didn't hear from him all night.
The morning was strange? Lando was almost normal? Like nothing had happened the past weeks, like he had fucking ignored you. You couldn't tell if it was encouraging or unsettling. He sat next to you and asked you about what you’d been up to and genuinely seemed interested. The ignored messages nagged at the back of your mind, bring it up, bring it up. You never did, Max watched on in quiet surprise as the conversation flowed. Not once was the communication, or lack thereof over the past few weeks mentioned. Undeniably odd. The only normal thing that occurred all day was the momentous decision of which Lando decided to pull you away for a chat, you could finally hash it out.
“Sorry i just wanted to say”
He cleared his throat. 
“About IBiza”
“Lando-” you go to say, wanting to apologise for gods know what as if you both weren't complicit in your actions and happily so.
“No, I never should’ve crossed the line, fucked with what we have, I'm sorry i ignored you. That was shitty, but I just felt so fucking awful I couldn't shake it. Im sorry”
Your stunned silent, hoping your emotions aren't displayed as clear as you feel them on your face. so the way he was articulating now was that he didnt like you like the way you wish he would?
“Oh” it's a small response in comparison to the quite large statement he just made. You reflect on his words “fucked with what we have”, of course he just wanted to be friends.
You snap out of it, conjuring up a much more deserving response for him.
“Of course. No its okay Lan, thanks for saying something. I always like to know your heart is still beating though”
He lets slip a grin.
“You wish it wasn't sometimes”
“Maybe”
“Yeah piss off”
Just like that it was back to normal, you spent the rest of the day hanging out with Max and Lando watching shit movies and listening to Lando’s many racing stories. The London Grand Prix was this week and talk about it was already riling you up, knowing you were getting a paddock pass with Lando practically made you giddy. You'd always been into the sport having had done karting briefly in your youth but then your parents moved to London and you never really got quite back into it. Thus, there was only so many quips you could make on top of Lando’s stories. The day grew old and soon you were all gathered in your kitchen screaming at each other as Max fought with you over the wooden spoon. 
“This is why I cook and you set the table” you said, tugging the spoon towards you. 
“I don't wanna set the table”
You laughed at this, Lando too. His tone of voice was childish, mocking almost. You yield and let him stir the sauce as you set the table.
-
You ate mostly in comfortable silence or small talk, everyone was obviously hungry. After dinner you agree on accompanying Lando to the track the next day. Something that you were undeniably and overwhelmingly excited for, having not gone to a race for a few months and being interested in the sport.
He streamed that night and you would've been annoyed going to bed listening to him chatter on and on had it not been him. But it was him and you loved that he made noise, the reassurance that he was here and not miles away.
The birds seemed to puncture the bubble that encased you in sleep as you groggily rose and opened the blinds, revealing the already blinding summer sun.
Treading from your room to the kitchen to boil the kettle was a silent and pivotal start to your morning, though your morning routine was upheaved by the sight of Lando standing bare, all except his boxer shorts in the kitchen. Leant against the counter tops you could see his bronze chest and the taut muscle that you once so diligently set your fingers upon. The silence of you standing and taking in the sight was interrupted by the sound of the kettle whistle, his body jolted to life, halting the sculpted like state he seemed to be in with your observation.
He ran a hand through his hair, now noticeably ruffled as he reached for a mug from the cupboard. Jutting out another expanse of muscle that you were unprepared for. You realised that you were ogling him quite openly and set forward your feet, your steps were slightly muted by your slippers and you were grateful for the noise to be muffled as you slid in next to him, retrieving your own mug and tea bag from the cupboard. He seemed unphased by your presence, simply nodding at you before looking back at his phone. You were closer to him now and you can see just about every inch of vein and taut skin while you pour the water over the tea-bag, god he's fucking distracting. Lando is jutting his hips out, legs away from the bench as he leans against it. sipping your tea is less relaxing than one might think as you find your eyes darting to any bare skin of Lando's that floods your peripheral vision.
you stood in the kitchen together in comfortable silence for roughly however long it took you to check the notifications that you had received the night before, just as you were conveniently interrupted, lifting your head to listen.
"you excited about today?" he says, smug about his physical state as you nearly struggle for words.
you swallow and form words as fast as you can, lest to make a fool of yourself this early in the morning.
"you're the one racing, are you excited?" its probably a more relevant question, considering.
He scoffs at your question before answering. “well your home grand prix is always mega” He pauses and glances up at you likes hes thinking if what he is about to say is right or not. (he continues) “and you know having you guys at the race is always funner”
you would've been delighted at that fact he had just stated, but he had snuck in you....guys. not just you, not you independently, but you AND max. god you needed to get it out of your head that Lando had any semblance of a romantic feeling for you since Ibiza because clearly the man was as platonic as you could be. you tried as best you could to hide any kind of disappointment which tried to fight its way onto your face.
"More fun?" mocking his english.
It's nowhere near what you yearned to say, but it would do momentarily and he smiled at that, moving closing to you. his warmth radiating, almost uncomfortably in the motionless air that surrounded the kitchen. 
"Did I tell you that Oscar nearly beat me at karting the other day?"
You grin at this, it's the lightness to the conversation that you had been anticipating, wanting nothing more than to get rid of this bright, blaring tension.
“Please do go on.”
You sip your tea as you listen to him recount his story of Oscar beating him in his very own karts, you make effort not to spit out the hot water when Lando says something particular funny and slap him on the shoulder. While he continues on, another random tangent coming to mind you get some things out to make breakfast, might as well get on with the day. Considering you all have to leave here in around 3 hours. 
Lando leaves midway to “put some clothes on” and you fight your muscles urging yourself to turn around and glance one final time at his bronzed skin. He returns clothed and with Max and you present them with your accumulated breakfast, you eat in rather rowdy conversation, Lando opening a whole can of worms he was not prepared for. then you each go get ready respectively to go to track.
-
You arrive at track around 11am and Lando punctually leaves your side, excusing himself to go to the media pen. you seperate yourself from Max and Pietra. Not wanting to third wheel, though also not minding the time alone to simply walk around, you even knew some of the drivers now so it wasn't like you'd have nobody, hopefully? the atmosphere was always alight in the paddock, though you’d developed a habit of pretending to be more important than you were, thus to avoid being approached by much older, much richer men who said they could “look after you”. you run into daniel and you couldn’t be happier, greeting him with a hug. he had been happier since he had re-joined redbull and you’d been overjoyed for him, you’d noticed when he was at mclaren the sheer mental effort it took him not to breakdown sometimes and you’d try as hard as you could being who you were (landos friend) to try and console him. you’d formed a kind of friendship that depended on if lando was with luisa and you’d kind of just hang around with him. he was what everyone said he was; relentlessly kind, endlessy funny and much too charming.
you weren’t ashamed to admit you’d gotten with him a few too many times when he was broken up with his girlfriend, though when you told Lando he was less than impressed, feigning the wounded best friend card for the best of a month, before finally getting over it. but it had never gone further than sex, there was something between you two, something unnameable but tangible that said it when you didn't need to. you were close friends besides that and he was always fun to talk to, you'd missed him around.
"whatcha doing here?"
"just supporting the muppet" (lando) whom he knew and nodded fervently at the reference.
"ohhhhhh"
"haven't seen you in a while, how are ya?"
"pretty good, lando and me just had a falling out but everything's fine now I think"
"shit. what about?"
you pause.
"you don't have to tell me, sorry"
"no no its all good, just-hold on"
you lead him into a semi private corner of the red bull area.
"we kinda had sex"
his face dropped, eyes wide, mouth slack, like a fucking cartoon.
"FINALLY" he says, much too loud and you go to cover his mouth with your hand.
"SHUSH"
"ok sorry" he whispers
"but go on, tell me all the juicy details"
"youre disgusting" you scoff.
he waits for you to continue... and you do.
"okay fine, do you remember Ibiza?"
"yes..." he's smirking now, swaying side to side.
"well we fucked in the bathroom and then he ignored me for four weeks and then he kinda apologised and said that he"
you put your fingers up, making air quotes with your fingers.
"never should've fucked with what we have"
you let that sink in for a second, Daniel clearing processing your words, fair enough.
"fuck that" he says finally, exhaling deeply.
you let out a small laugh and lean against the wall opposite to him.
"literally look" you bring your phone from your pocket, scrolling through and revealing the countless messages that were left unanswered.
"then he just shows up and pretends nothing happens. and okay, im glad he said something, after all that, but it wouldn't have killed him to fucking respond"
"lando is stupid sometimes, as someone on the receiving end. he either gets over it or.... he just fucking comes to his senses" he makes a kind of flowing hand gesture and then continues.
"so he'll either confess his love for you in prince-like fashion or ignore you for the rest of your life"
"great."
"I'm filled with wisdom I know"
"okay but seriously I think I have to go, but just wait for lando to crack or something.
he pauses and tilts his head slightly quirking a brow.
or.. better- juust make him crack."
he's out of the red bull garage, in the middle of the paddock when you grab his arm, he turns to face you.
"okay don't be all cryptic wise one,"make him crack", come on?"
"make him crack"
"what?" exasperation is the best word to use to describe your emotions right now.
"make.him.crack"
god hes so dramatic, his face inching closer.
you roll your eyes.
"how?"
just then, you feel the air move around you as a body walks past. you look up and see the fading papaya of Lando. Though he doesn't aknowledge you, your head is now fully turned staring at the back of Lando. Danny turns to join you and slaps you on the back, you jolt forward.
"think you just did" he walks off, though not before turning once more back to you.
"GOOD LUCK!"
oh christ, you angle your head down, walking wordlessly in the direction to McLaren hospitality to hopefully either see Lando and unpack whatever it was you thought you saw plastered on his face or perhaps see Max and have a pleasant conversation that didn't involve Lando Norris.
you make your way to McLaren hospitality, only stopping to talk to Lily who was just fresh out of a golf tournament, you always looked on in awe as she spoke about it. you quickly found Max and Pietra, mingling and sipping on champagne that you did not want to see the price of. looking over the track you ask the only question you can think of.
"have you seen lando?"
"nah, he came in and then kinda disappeared" max replies.
"maybe his driver's room?" pietra offers.
better than nothing.
would you even be allowed back there?
you somehow weasel your way into the McLaren garage, being asked on numerous occasions what you were doing and who you were simply to respond with; oh, uh, um, I'm Landos friend. you were hopeless but somehow they believed you and you were given one last interrogation by his physio before he recognised you and let you past, finally reaching his door. if he wasn't here, you might just take a nap in his room anyway, deserving resulting of the effort it took to get yourself here. you raise your hand to knock and almost stop yourself but let your fist hit the door. he's flushed when he answers the doors, you can see a slight sheen to his face as you walk in, he stands to the side wordlessly as you pass him.
“pietra and max are so happy it makes me wanna throw up”
trying to hopefully prove daniel wrong and also cut the undeniable tension that seemed to encase both of you. lando let’s out a small laugh at your comment. going to sit down, you follow him across the room.
“I forgot how hot it is” he throws his hands up frantically and flops on the couch.
you open your mouth to respond but nothing seems to flow out. you follow him simply across the room, sitting across from him and meeting the top of his head as he looks down at his feet.
"you okay?" his head jolts up and he shakes it like he wasn't fully listening.
"oh huh... yeah sorry, no im good. you?"
"really you just seem distracted, sorry im not trying to pry I just-" he cuts you off
"maybe you're just distracting me" he's smirking while he says it and you can tell hes joking even if you wish he wasn't.
"oh haha" you say, deadpan, aware of the fact that he could be entirely mocking you.
he laughs again, genuinely this time and you smile at the sound.
"what do you even do in here"
"nothing"
"really?"
"its my favourite thing to do"
"I thought it was sleeping"
"you're so funny"
"I know, I don't get it from you though"
"oh really? who'd you get it from?"
"your old teammate" you joke, though he seems to not be in the mood.
he scoffs but doesnt laugh and his face returns to a formal neutrality.
"oh come on" you say jokingly
"what?" he says fast
you look at him quizzically and he continues, seeming to gather a question from your expression.
"just stop being obsessed with Daniel its gross"
its your turn to get fed up, the audacious nature of his comment making you sick.
"what?"
"he has a girlfriend you can't be fucking flirting with him"
there was a burning anger coming up your throat.
"I wasn't flirting lando, why do you always want to fight"
"I've seen you flirt and you were fucking begging him"
"you're such a fucking hypocrite lando"
"wanna be more specific?"
"ibiza?"
"what about it" his jaw is clenched now and hes stood up, as are you.
"the fact that you were the dragging me into the bathroom and then the one ignoring me for four fucking weeks maybe?"
"you enjoyed it just as much as I did. don't do that"
"yeah I did fucking enjoy it. I enjoyed it enough to not fucking ignore you"
"I didn't fucking ignore you, I just had to sort some things out"
"like what? how many girls you'd bring home with max after the race that I wasn't invited to maybe?"
it was cruel, but he deserved it. it had been brewing for so long, the anxiety you held towards him based solely on the fact that he could've been with somebody after you simply to rid him of you. while you couldn't fathom getting with anybody else, lest the memory of his skin on yours fade anymore.
"oh fuck off don't pretend that you didn't literally fuck daniel for months when he was my teammate"
"AND.. SO WHAT? I told you that, don't rub that in my face."
"SO WHAT? you were fucking my teammate and I pretended that I didn't care"
"you told me you didn't care. you had luisa and I was sick of standing there like I didn't care "
"so you fucked Daniel cause I was with luisa?"
"you're so infuriating"
"why did you fuck him?"
"BECAUSE LANDO"
"BECAUSE WHAT?"
you were standing uncomfortably close now, your fists balling up your skirt as he restlessly tapped his thigh, rhythmically and fast. there was no coherent response you'd figured would be appropriate to reply with, so you didn't.
lando moves closer to you, looking down at you slightly.
"Why Daniel?" his eyes are firm and he places his left hand loosely on your waist.
you finally look up from the ground and notice his pinky just grazing the patch of skin you have uncovered between the shirt and your skirt.
"why?"
its still anger that fuels you when you respond.
"because" your teeth clenching doesn't let you answer, you swallow, take a deep breath and begin again trying to settle slightly.
"because at least to Danny I was his first choice, not his third."
"did Danny say that?"
"say what?"
"that you were his first choice"
"I fucking hate you sometimes"
"you were my fucking first choice, until you went and had sex with my teammate"
"so you can fuck whoever you want and I can fuck.... nobody?"
he scoffs again, hand tightening slightly on your waist.
"fuck anyone but him."
"anyone?"
"anyone"
"so I can fuck Oscar then"
his face resets, eyes hardening again.
"or George maybe, or Carlos."
"don't"
"yeah. don't what lando?"
"don't mock me"
"this is fucking useless"
you go to walk away, though both his hands were suddenly on your waist. his heads tilts as you resettle into the stance you only briefly left.
"you're so fucking infuriating" you say, the most honest thing you'd said since stepping foot in his room
there were no words for what seemed to follow. your eyes met his and there was something that resembled anguish in his and you couldn't see yours but you wanted his hands to stay on you forever. your mind flicked back to ibiza and there was a increasing space in your mind where you wished that lando would close the space between you and just fucking kiss you.
-
there was a knock at the door and lando broke immediate eye contact. walking away from you, your head drifts downwards as anger fills you. anger directed towards yourself for wishing he'd touch you and anger directed at him for behaving like he did. he left swiftly as the person at the door mentioned media and you left the paddock soon after, returning to the quiet house as max and pieta were planning to go out afterwards.
you arrive home in the same flurry of frustration that you left the paddock in, going straight to your room and trying to you guess "sleep it off". after lying horizontal for what felt like hours, you realised it wasn't going to cut it. the frustration which you wished had channeled into sleep and not the constant resurfacing of lando's voice, his hair, his hands, his cock that night in Ibiza. you venture into the kitchen and shamelessly take three shots before walking back and lying down, hoping the alcohol would go straight to your head sending you to sleep. you wished that you had fallen asleep instead of trailing your hand down into your already embarrassingly soaking, aching cunt. though, by your 2nd orgasm the frustration was long gone and all that remained was the five senses and the bed beneath you, blurred by the alcohol and the ecstasy of your second orgasm . just as your breath got shallower and you reached for your second hand to bite down on, your phone, which had sat idly by for most of this endeavour decides to start ringing annoyingly loud. never one for your ringer on its confusing why of all moments its this. begrudgingly, you turn over, expecting your boss or even your mother, definitely not lando.
"what?" you're blunt and you're trying hard to conceal your shallow breaths lest you have to concoct an excuse..
"are you home?" hes equally as unemotional but sounds slightly more desperate.
"yeah" you say, keeping it short as you're still exhausted and slightly glazed with a sheen of sweat.
"why are you so puffed?"
the dreaded question.
"went for a run" the heavily debated answer.
"come open the door"
fuck.
you jolted upright out of bed, throwing on a pair of clothes that could be deemed activewear and running past the bathroom to fix your hair and cover yourself in a scent that wasn't sweat mixed with sex. you swing open the door and try to appear once again, out of breath though from something completely fake. you'd even thrown on a pair of running shoes to really sell it, in the off chance that he'd sniff out the lie that you feared and then convince himself he won. his face is blank as you open the door to reveal him still clad in his McLaren kit from today. he looks at you suspiciously up and down before entering wordlessly.
“did i have that much of an effect on you, that you had to get yourself off?”
"I went for a run"
"sure you did"
your eyes widen as he makes the connection, unsure of how he seemed to know, though nonetheless being fueled with anger of his sheer audacity and vulgarity at just about everything. knowing exactly what would tick him off in this moment you did just that.
“maybe it was danny”
“liar” he mutters under his breath
you walk back to your bedroom where you promptly close the door, he follows you most of the way thoigh doesn’t knock on your door, simply passes by. you get out of your clothes and throw on a big t shirt before throwing something on the tv and trying not to get yourself off for the third time today, hating your body because no matter the anger there was still a tangible heat in your core that nagged at you to be fixed.
you must of dozed off because when you woke up your stomach was rumbling and you couldn't for the life of you remember any of the past plot that had led up to the current point that was being shown and your stomach was now aching to be fed. you check the clock which reads 9:46pm and you smile to yourself for being so responsible as you tread out to the kitchen to eat frankly whatever is available. lando appears to be still in his room which lets you breath a little easier as you make some toast for yourself. you hear landos door creak and crane your neck around to see if he exits or not, you spy the quick movement that he makes from his room to the bathroom as he shuts the bathroom door. shortly after, to avoid any awkwardness you dash back to your room after quickly consuming your feast of toast.
your door is slightly ajar as you spot lando making a beeline towards it. you sigh as you only imagine what he is about to say as he opens the door.
"tell me that you weren't flirting with him today"
"lando" you say, partly in questioning, partly in confusion.
"you know" he says, desperately this time, creeping slower towards you.
"I was talking to him about you" you say, quite frankly relishing in the feeling it gives to him any kind of humiliation.
he's stunned silent, though his face paints a faint distrust.
"don't make me cocky" the switch he makes from neutral to smug nearly gives you whiplash.
"talking to him about how to make you "crack" or something"
something twitches within him, like you've caught him during something.
"and how exactly did you plan on doing that?"
you ponder the question but realise lying would do more than truth.
"I think I already have"
he scoffs at that but his eyebrows and jaw is slack and you gain confidence at the sight. moving towards him his eyes follow your every move, scanning over your bare legs and the bare skin where the shit has slid down your shoulder revealing your collar bone. your hands land just above his waistband and he leans towards your touch as your hands circle just above it. drifting ever so slightly up to feel the taut muscle below his shirt. his jaw is clenched as he gains control once more and suddenly grips both of your wrists in his hands. really looking at you now, taking the sight of you in.
"don't"
"why?"
"you're my best friend"
"we passed "friends" in ibiza"
he takes a step backwards towards the wall, throwing his hands out in exasperation.
"fuck you make me so fucking angry, "
he takes a breath and continues, looking at you now.
"I shouldn't look at Daniel like I wanted to kill him just because he talked to you."
his body twitches once again towards you as he opens his eyes to meet yours.
"do you want me to say how good he was?" you say, blaming the alcohol from earlier for your vulgarity.
his eyes flash black and you smile, finally yielding the reaction that lando seemed to get from you.
"bet he wasn't as good as me"
"hmm.... wanna refresh my memory?" its bold but you don't care.
just like that lando steps out of the doorway and closes it behind him, coming straight towards you.
"do you want me too?"
"hm maybe he was better?" you're still teasing because frankly, he still deserves it and you hate to say again but you relish in the feeling you take from it.
"don't act all cute" lando says, voice straining.
with that comment you make a small stride towards him, once again closing the gap between the two of you, though instead of aiming for his waistband you go for the neck.
“don’t pretend that you don’t like it” you say, your breath fanning his neck as he either tries to centre himself or allow you to do whatever it is you’re doing to him. your nose grazing the skin of his neck and he visible shivers, goosebumps littering the skin that you just grazed. it was no secret Lando’s neck was fucking sensitive and you’d always saved the information for a rainy day, today was fucking pouring. you skimmed the right side of Lando’s neck with your tongue, barely touching, only the slightest bit, then focused in on smaller spots kissing around to the left side and then coming up and moving over, he made little sound, though he made clear note that he was holding it in, his hands so harshly by his side, shoved into his pockets to keep himself from touching you, he needed to be the one to break, you wouldn't, accept anything else. so when you finally reached a spot just underneath his jaw, left of his now bobbing throat, he let out a strangled groan/whimper/laugh and you knew that was the first domino to fall. that, noise which brought his hand out of his pockets and onto your hips. the noise which encouraged you to knot of your hands into his hair just how you know he liked it.
"don't make me beg" he says, finally breaking the impenetrable silence by a whisper, a low mumbled sequence of words that makes your core tighten shamelessly.
you break apart finally and look at him; wanton and desperate, neck red and hair messy. his shirt once droopy and casual, now clung to the parts of him that you wished you could see. his shoulders, his chest, his arms. you admired him for a lost amount of time before ever debating the substance of a response, figuring your blatant admiration was enough to tell him that you seriously didn't plan to. your hands leave any skin of his and go behind your back, grabbing the hem of your shirt to pull over your head. your room is cold, at least you think it must be, because your nipples are already hard under your shirt as you stand in nothing but your panties directly in front of your best friend. his hands are already out of his pockets, hovering just beside your skin, you mimic the words he’s just said to you.
“don’t make me beg” you say, hoping the crack in your voice is unnoticeable as you portray your last wish for him to put his hands on any part of you.
his eyes are empty now, only looking at you, really looking as he finally drags his hands up and down the side of your stomach. looking at the way your eyes flutter closed any time his fingers brush over your bare breasts. before you can mumble any more arguments his body is on yours, in a flash. he couldn't have touched you fast enough, hard enough, long enough. his lips fought furiously with yours as he displayed your now bare back against the blank wall he once stood on, hands now deliciously free from his pockets and thick fingers all over every part of you. you're tugging at the hem of his shirt while he kisses your neck, wanting nothing more than the feeling of his skin against yours. he breaks apart from you in a flurry and he pulls his shirt over his head. you step back against the wall to distant yourself from him in order to see the whole expanse of his chest as he drops the cloth on the floor with yours. there is nothing but air exchanged between you two for the better of 30 seconds as you stare eachother down. lando eyes raking every inch of bare skin while you hone in on the expanse of his shoulders, noticing a faint but noticeable bite mark that you may or may not have caused.
"eyes are up here?" he says, much too cocky for something who was writhing while you pulled his hair moments ago.
“shut up” you say, making your way towards him once more, basking in the warmth that connects your two bodies. it’s a collision that could be considered bruising as your lips meet, clashing once more, albeit more desperately as you cling to any part of landos skin that is exposed. focusing on the way his back moves with you and the taut muscles that moves in and out. it’s hot between you two, lando is constantly moving his hands that seem to explore just about every edge of your body; your jaw, your neck, that spot just above your hip. he hasn’t even done anything but you’re virtually begging when he finally moves his hands down toward your soaking core. pulling your panties down was swift and lando almost immediately was back on you, covering you, shielding you. he looked at you as he spat in his hand, you’d probably find it disgusting if you weren’t so turned on. your eyes twitched and he lowered his hands, sliding the wetness through your folds, your eyes fluttered shut and your body jolted forward in the pleasure. fuck he felt so good, you throw your head back, against the wall needing some kind of grounding feature. his hands finally pushing inside of you, making you make some kind of strangled sound that lando laughs at quietly as he pushes his thick finger in and out of you slowly.
"so fucking wet huh?" he says beside your ear, taunting lips grazing your earlobe.
you shiver at the comment, disgraced how much he has effected you in such little time. he seems to read your mind though and adds another finger, causing another whole wave of pleasure to come over you and a stretch of fucks and shits and countless deep breaths, you move your hand over his, encouraging him to speed up. which he soon does, painfully so, curling his fingers in and out of you, knowing how close you're getting, paying attention to the way your face flutters and your legs shake. you drag your other hand to your clit while his pace remains bruising. you whimper at the contact, your clit suddenly swollen and sensitive with the contact. your keeling over nearly, lando keeping you entirely upright as you get yourself impossible closer. its all to soon when his movements still and he grabs your hand, prompting you to look at him, desperate and confused and endlessly frustrated.
"tell me what you were thinking 'bout when this afternoon." not a question, a statement. he wouldn't continue if you didn't answer him.
you're squirming now, against your will, shamelessly desperate but you weren't going to give him any satisfaction. you wouldn't let yourself. you try and steady yourself, coaxing all the faux confidence you could before teasing him just that little bit more. you lean forward, as he did before. grazing your nipples on his chest and your lips on his earlobe, you could see he was hard now and you planned to use it.
"thinking about the time Danny fucked me in this room" you weren't lying, Danny did use to come over when lando was away, but just to hang out. you'd divulge that part later.
you didn't miss the way lando eyebrows grew flat and his eyes darkened, hands suddenly gripping firmer on your skin as you looked up at him, coy as can be. you lean forward again, he almost stops you but you get far enough to tell him.
"was thinkin' about how big you are" that caused a reaction. praise. his eyes suddenly springing open.
"knew it" he retaliates almost laughing as he closes the gap once again, though this time moving onto the bed. as he pushes you on the bed he removes his boxers, the final fucking barrier between the both of you and you couldn't be more giddy as he goes to get on top of you and you push him so he's rolled over.
he's fucked you once. your turn.
you use his chest to steady yourself as you put both legs beside him, relishing in the way he looks at you. like there's nobody else, nothing else, just you and him. hes so warm, sweat sheening the skin on his chest and thighs, his hair is damp and he raises his head, one hand behind it to admire you. you graze one finger over his tip and his abdomen tenses and lets go, so fucking sensitive. he's biting his lip as you tease him a fair bit more, just enough, circling the tip, see it throbbing.
"wanna -hmph... tell me how big it is" its strangled and mocking and high-pitched and so fucking hot coming out of his mouth you can't do anything but oblige, so as you finally sink down onto his red, throbbing cock.
"so fucking big lan' " he lets out something actually audible at that comment but you're not entirely sure you hear it because it feels so fucking good, the stretch from this angle. you feel lando's hands come to your hips aiding you as he slowly bottoms out. he leans up to meet you when he bottoms out, you're in a trance, so overwhelmed with pleasure that you're sure lando is a god or something the way he moves your hips just fucking right that has you repeating his name like a mantra as he moves the both of you in perfect fucking unison.
"so fuckin' pretty"
"so fuckin' perfect"
"make me so fuckin' angry"
you smile at his comments, biting your lip, he knows his effect on you but you could always try to dampen it just a little more, but the comments don't help the noises that escape your mouth.
" 'm close " you say, between incoherent noises, he smiles against your neck and goes faster, impossibly faster, forcing you impossibly closer together. you clumsily move one of your hands to your clit and its perfect. he knows just how close you are, putting both his hands around you as you suddenly become weak as it rushes over you, jolting forward, head landing on his shoulder before he sloppily thrusts a few more times and hes coming hard and fast inside you and you're fucking perfect. everything is perfect, your hand is in his hair, holding it firmly, keeping you down to earth as you meet his eyes.
"fuck you" its breathless and completely futile as you play with the curls at the back of his head, melting in any kind of touch you're willing to give him. he laughs at you and you fucking love his smile.
"you just did" he said, incredibly proud of himself, leaning in afterwards littering your neck with kisses.
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… [ MASTER LIST ] ༊*·˚
who i write for ,
Harry Potter - Slytherin gang (fancast too), Golden trio, Tom Riddle, Cedric Diggory
Hunger Games - Cato Hadley + The Careers, President Snow, Peeta, Finnick O'dair
Maze Runner - Minho, Thomas
Percy Jackson - Luke Castellan (<3), Percy Jackson, Clarisse La Rue, Stoll brothers
Miscellaneous - Gilbert Blythe (AWAE), Tristan Dugray (Gilmore Girls)
HARRY POTTER…
- Tom Riddle
OBSESSION
IN WHICH… Tom Riddle is partnered with a Gryffindor for potions. He expects them to crush every assignment sent their way, but what he doesn’t expect is him falling in love.
- Theodore Nott : most popular !!
ONE CUP OF COFFEE
IN WHICH… Theodore Nott can’t stand the idea of actually falling in love but he finds himself questioning his choices after a rather comforting conversation with a Hufflepuff.
- Christmas specials featuring,
Tom Riddle,
LAST CHRISTMAS
IN WHICH… Tom can’t fall in love, he shouldn’t fall in love. So why does he love Y/N L/N with her yellow robes, doe eyes, and her obsession with snow so much that he’d kill anyone in his path to get to her?
( last christmas - wham! )
Harry Potter,
BUY ME PRESENTS
IN WHICH… Y/N L/N’s situationship, Matteo Riddle, isn’t the best boyfriend material and when he forgets to buy her a Christmas present, she finally breaks it off. Luckily, she knows someone who’ll do everything Matteo didn’t.
( buy me presents - sabrina carpenter )
Oliver Wood,
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU
IN WHICH… Nothing would make Oliver Wood happier than getting a new broom as his Christmas present. That, or Y/N Malfoy finally noticing him. When the two collide at Hogsmeade, Oliver is overjoyed. Perhaps this Christmas, he’ll get two gifts.
( all i want 4 christmas is u - mariah carey )
Cedric Diggory,
CINDY LOU WHO
IN WHICH… Y/N L/N helps her crush and longtime best friend, Cedric Diggory, get with another girl. Deep down, she knows she’ll never be the bright and bubbly girl Cedric wants. She’ll always be the cunning snake with a knack for starting fights.
( cindy lou who - sabrina carpenter )
Draco Malfoy,
SANTA, TELL ME
IN WHICH… Draco Malfoy no longer enjoys Christmas, especially not when he has to stay at Hogwarts while all his friends are gone. But a certain bright-eyed Hufflepuff is glad to keep him company.
( santa, tell me - ariana grande )
Theodore Nott,
THE IDEA OF US
IN WHICH… the saddest thing in a relationship is knowing you met the wrong person at the wrong time yet you still can’t let them go.
˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗
HUNGER GAMES…
- Cato Hadley
LACY
IN WHICH… Clove Kentwell can’t help but compare herself to Cato’s ex. They may have dated a year ago, but she sees the way he still looks at her.
( lacy - olivia rodrigo )
JEALOUS GIRL
IN WHICH… Y/N L/N grows jealous over Cato and Glimmer’s new bond yet denies any sign of anger despite it being obvious (part of a book)
( jealous girl - lana del rey )
DANCING WITH YOUR GHOST
IN WHICH… Cato Hadley and Y/N L/N accept there can only be one winner. The Capitol watches as one falls and the other leaves the arena with a furious heart, not quite moving on.
˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗
MAZE RUNNER…
- Minho
IF WE GO DOWN, WE GO DOWN TOGETHER
IN WHICH… Minho firmly believes in the saying ‘if we go down, then we go down together’ especially when his long-time crush, and best friend, gets stuck in the maze.
( paris - the chainsmokers )
˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗
PERCY JACKSON…
- Luke Castellan
NOBODY’S SON, NOBODY’S DAUGHTER
part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4
IN WHICH… Y/N L/N, after spending a decade at Camp Half-Blood, still remains unclaimed. Luckily, Luke is there to keep her company as her good friend. And to, perhaps, provide a bit more.
( chemtrails over the country club - lana del rey )
HELL-FIRE
part 1 / part 2 (in progress)
HELL-FIRE SPIN OFF
IN WHICH… Y/N doesn’t want to admit it, but perhaps she and the mischievous son of Hermes have more in common than she originally thought.
( hellfire - the hunchback of notre dame )
POPULAR
IN WHICH… Y/N is tired of being bullied her whole life so she makes a deal with Luke. As long as she does his bidding, he’ll make her popular.
( popular - the weeknd )
THE GRUDGE
IN WHICH… Y/N L/N can’t forgive Luke for his crimes despite loving him more than she loves herself.
( the grudge - olivia rodrigo ) UR MY LOVER
IN WHICH... Camp Half-Blood has its very own band to entertain themselves. Most of the campers aren’t sure where they get their electricity for their instruments but one thing they are certain about is that the substitute lead singer and lead guitarist definitely have a thing for each other.
( lover - taylor swift + shawn mendes ) POISON & TOXIN
IN WHICH... Luke commits the unthinkable and Y/N no longer wants any part in his life. Unfortunately for her, Luke isn’t ready to let her go.
( mad woman - taylor swift ) DRIVING LESSONS
IN WHICH… Luke attempts to teach Percy how to drive and, in the process, almost crashes into Luke’s long time crush. But maybe he can spin it in his favor.
MY LOVE
IN WHICH… the half-blood campers live in a world where everybody is granted a soulmate. Everybody but the favoured child of Aphrodite, who was always destined to live a life without true love.
( my love, mine, all mine - mitski )
EVERY1 WANTS HIM
IN WHICH… Y/N L/N realizes she didn’t the only girl hopelessly in love with Luke. And when she finally lets him go, that’s when he decides to reciprocate her precious feelings.
( slut! - taylor swift )
PEN PALS - trailer
pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3
ATHENA'S GIRL - trailer
part 1 / part 2 / part 3
( warrior of the mind )
- Connor Stoll
UNBEARABLE
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