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A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS ━━ LN4.

sometimes the right words are hard to come across, and sometimes everything you need to say can be captured in an image.

( lando norris x photographer!reader )

━━ part one.

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yourusername a smiley lando is the best lando in my books! to celebrate the end of the 2023 season, here's a handful of my favourite photos from throughout the year!

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mclaren What a happy lad! We can't wait to see that smile again in 2024 😁🧡

↳ yourusername you and me both! 🤝🧡

user she's got the dream job omg

↳ user IKR??? imagine just getting to follow lando around and take pictures of him all day, i'd be dead within the first hour

↳ user he'd smile at me and i'd be asking “what are we” on god 😩😩😩

↳ user is that literally all she does??? she just follows him around and takes pictures??

↳ user there’s probably a technical term for what her position is and i just don’t know it, but bc there’s so much going on around the track at any given moment, sometimes the press and other media workers are focused on something or someone else, so she’s hired on by mclaren to specifically focus on mclaren to make sure that there is content for mclaren or mclaren sponsors to use. she’s not just lando’s photographer, she also takes photos of oscar, the pit teams, and the other staff that work in the garage, but she was hired on when lando started so her portfolio is pretty full of him. hope this helps!

user didn't know i could need so much orange in my life but here we are

user LANDO NORRIS SUPREMACY

oscarpiastri i see who the favourite is 🫤

↳ yourusername you literally SAW me picking photos for your post too

↳ oscarpiastri yeah but you posted his first 🫤

user guys this is the face of the 2024 wdc winner take it in now

user i could write a 50 page thesis on the importance of these photos and what they mean to me and how the serotonin they make me release could replace my depression meds

user lad’s like a mini danny ric with how smiley he is

landonorris best photog right here folks

↳ yourusername you're only saying that bc i always get your good side

↳ landonorris i'll have you know that all sides are my good sides 🤨

↳ yourusername whatev helps you sleep at night luv 😊

In 2019, when you took on the job of being McLaren’s lead photographer, you hadn’t expected it would garner you the amount of attention it has, or that it would slingshot your career to levels of success you never could have anticipated, or that you would get a best friend out of it.

When you first met him back in those early days, you’d thought Lando Norris was an arrogant, pretentious, self-righteous prick who thought he was hot shit because he was a Formula One driver. However, he’d quickly proven you wrong when he’d admitted to you that a lot of the confidence was an act━ carefully constructed to hide his insecurities about his performance both on and off the track.

“I mean, we’re drivers, yeah?” He’d said. “But we’re also actors. We’ve got these personas that we have to uphold even out here on the paddock, and I’m always worried I’m not playing the part well enough.”

It hadn’t made a lot of sense to you then, you thought he was pulling off the persona of Total Douche remarkably well, but in Shanghai, things changed.

After the Chinese Grand Prix, things were dour. Lando had DNFed━ the first in his Formula One career━ which contrasted greatly with his previous accomplishment of P6 in Bahrain. Carlos Sainz hadn’t been doing very well, either, and it didn’t paint a very pretty picture for McLaren so early in the season. You’d thought he’d throw a hissy fit, tear Daniil Kvyat apart for his role in the crash, or at the very least throw some shade his way, but he hadn’t done any of that. He’d accepted his fate with grace, joked to the media about how boring the race had been because of what had happened, and then gone on to congratulate Carlos for at least finishing.

What was even more shocking, was that despite his disappointment and the frustration he must’ve been feeling, instead of going back to sulk in his lonesomeness or drown out his feelings with booze and loud music at some club, he’d comforted you later that evening.

The morning of the race, as you’d been getting ready in your hotel room, you’d gotten a text from an unsaved number admitting to you that they’d been taking part in a months-long affair with your boyfriend but had been previously unaware that he was already taken and therefore wanted to let you know to clear their conscience. You’d managed to hold yourself together then━ mostly because you’d already done your makeup and, quite frankly, didn’t have the time to sob it all off and then attempt to salvage it━ but as the day drew to a close and the adrenaline of the race and its excitement wore off, and with nothing else to keep you distracted, you were struggling to keep yourself composed.

Lando had somehow noticed in that weirdly perceptive way of his that something was off, and he’d sat with you, asked what was wrong, and listened when you━ through tears━ explained the situation to him.

“He sounds like a total fucking muppet,” he’d commented after you’d said your piece, and he’d done it with such a deadpanned expression that it had startled a genuine laugh out of you. Because yeah, you’re (now ex) boyfriend had been a muppet.

After that━ and after all the rom-com and ice cream binging you’d both done in his hotel room afterward much to the chagrin of Lando’s nutritionist and the displeasure of his PR officer━ you’d rescinded your initial judgment of him. He was significantly less dickish than you’d originally thought, and it let you finally understand what he’d meant when he’d talked about putting on a persona.

The cocky, know-it-all prick that Lando pretended to be half the time was all just an act to hide his overly self-critical nature fueled by his insecurities.

By the end of the season, he’d gained a little confidence of his own and had subsequently toned down the assholery when he no longer needed to “fake it til he makes it,” and you were calling him your friend.

It’s 2023 now, and he’s since been upgraded to best friend status━ a role he takes very seriously, and constantly reminds you of.

“I’m your best friend━” case and point, “━you have to come to Bali with me. Literally, like, what am I gonna do without you there? Do you expect me to just go by myself? What if I get lost? Or what if somehow the mafia, who have unknowingly had a hit out on me for years, track me down there and I’m kidnapped and ransomed off for billions of dollars? What will you do then?”

“You just want me to take pictures of you,” you answer, rolling your eyes only because you know he can’t see you through the phone.

He gasps in mock offense. “I cannot believe you think I value you so little! I want you to take pictures of me and be here to help me make fun of awkward tourist spray tans so I don’t feel like a total asshole for being the only one who laughs.”

You laugh at that. “Well, unfortunately laughing at bad fake tans doesn’t pay the bills.”

“But taking pictures of me does.”

“Yeah, when McLaren is paying.” You turn back to your laptop, a photo put on pause mid-edit splayed across the screen. It’s of Lando, as most of your photos tend to be despite your attempts at keeping things even between the McLaren boys. It’s the last of the images you need to send over for their 2023 sendoff, and when it’s finished you’ll officially be without work for a painstaking two months. “I’m on break too, technically, until they need promotional shit for the new season.”

He huffs, and you can almost imagine the childish pout on his face. “What are you even doing, then?”

You hesitate, not because you don’t want Lando to know about your winter plans, but because you don’t really know how he’ll react, which means it could be anything between genuine happiness for you and congratulations, or abject horror and feigned screams of anguish. He’s always been dramatic like that, but even more so now that he’s comfortable enough with you and himself to have crawled a decent way out of his shell.

Even still, he’s your best friend and it would make you a pretty shitty person if you didn’t tell him.

“Believe it or not,” you start, wringing your hands together, “but Manchester City actually hit me up with an inquiry. Asked if I’d be interested in working with them on a project documenting their training throughout the winter months. I said I would love to.”

He pauses for a good long moment, and you prepare for the screaming, but all he says is━ “Man City? You traitor. I thought Man United was our forever!”

“Be so fucking real right now, Lando Norris,” you answer, laughing as you do so. You’re relieved, at least he hasn’t gone the feigned anguish route, but you also can’t tell if he’s happy for you or hiding his true feelings behind humor like he’s prone to doing. “You know damn well you only watched them for Christiano Ronaldo and he hasn’t played with United since 2009.”

“Technically he played for them in the 2021-2022 season,” he grumbles.

“Yeah,” you deadpan, “and he was dogshit. We both agreed to pretend it never happened.”

He groans, “I can’t believe this. My day is ruined and my disappointment is immeasurable.”

“Oh, get over yourself. It’s only for the winter. I’ll be back in McLaren Papaya by February when they need me snapping shots of you and Oscar next to the new livery,” you promise.

The reality is that it’ll probably be sooner. McLaren has always been good about getting you back at HQ pretty quickly, either to get some snapshots of the beginning of Lando and Oscar’s pre-season return or to just capture some material of the engineers at work to promote their readiness. You understand why they can’t keep you around all year━ no Lando and no Oscar means no you━ and with the sheer amount of content you capture and edit for them throughout the season, they’ve got enough to last them the handful of weeks you aren’t working.

Unfortunately, you aren’t working with a driver’s salary to keep you sustained over the break and rent certainly hasn’t been getting cheaper. In past years, your bank account has been chirping with crickets when you’ve returned to work after the winter, and that was before your landlord had decided to make your life a living hell.

You have an important job, but it’s by far the most important, and sometimes sacrifices have to be made. Working in sports media taught you that early on.

“Who knows?” Lando’s voice snaps you back. “Maybe Jack Grealish with his perfect hair and perfect calves will steal you away and you’ll be in sky blue forevermore.”

You laugh, “Jack Grealish is a happily taken man, and although he does have perfect hair and perfect calves, I’m more of a Haaland girl anyway.”

He guffaws. “I can’t believe I’m hearing this. You’re so far gone that you already have a preferred player. Jack Grealish is England’s poster boy! Everyone loves him whether they like City or not!” He heaves a dramatic sigh. “Christ, I can already feel you slipping through my fingers. I give it a week over there at Etihad before you call me up telling me I can find a new best friend because you’ve replaced me with Phil Foden and Julian Alvarez.”

“For someone who supposedly hates Manchester City, you’re certainly well-versed in their roster.”

“Well duh, I need to know my competition,” he says, like it’s obvious.

“Ah, yes,” you snark back sarcastically. “Because you, a Formula One driver, have to be worried about the football players of Manchester City.”

“Apparently I do if you’re calling yourself a Haaland girl now!”

You burst into cackles and he’s following shortly after with chuckles of his own that eventually peter out into a comfortable silence. You are really going to miss him for the few months you aren’t working with him.

The Formula One schedule is so jam-packed across the season that it typically means you’re getting to see him every day for an hour or two at least, if not for the entirety of the time he’s at the track. You follow him and Oscar to their sponsor obligations, their interviews, and everything in between. It’s honestly rare if you’re not getting a moment to goof off and dick around with one another━ and it’s even rarer for you to not actually see one another face to face in passing at the very least.

The off-season is your least favorite time of the year for this very reason, and though it makes you feel a bit full of yourself to think so, you imagine Lando doesn’t enjoy this time of year much either for the same reason.

“I promise I won’t replace you with any of the City boys,” you say after the silence has stretched on a moment longer.

He huffs again, but you can envision the smile tugging at his lips. “I suppose even if you do, I’ll just show up to a match and steal you away again.”

“As if. Have you seen Grealish’s calves?”

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footballfansofficial BREAKING: Manchester City Forward Garrett Ward caught with mysterious woman revealed to be well-known Formula One photographer Y/N L/N! The two were seen sharing a romantic evening on Friday, the 5th of January, ringing in a passionate start to 2024. Garrett Ward has been with Manchester City since 2021 but was out on loan to a lesser-known Championship League team until 2023. He has just recently begun to play for his team again, but an injury early into the season has seen him benched for a majority of his time back. Y/N L/N is a photographer for Formula One racing team McLaren and has been working with them since 2019. Recently, she has been working with Manchester City to help promote a new docuseries following the men’s team’s winter training. Check the link in our bio for the full article!

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user OMG GARRETT WARD??? NOTORIOUS BACHELOR GARRETT WARD???

user who is she? like genuinely how is she relevant 🤔

↳ user no literally cuz like who even gives two shits about formula 1?

user girl works in f1 why can’t she stay there

↳ user i’m sure there are plenty of drivers who’d smash her idk why she needs to try and get footballers too like bffr 😒😒😒

user aint no way this bitch is kissing my man rn

user literally what does he even see in her??? she’s not even cute AND she’s wearing man united colors 💀💀

user Y/N L/N??? I THOUGHT SHE WAS WITH LANDO NORRIS???

↳ user LITERALLY ME TOO?? like she posts him all the time on insta so i just kinda thought they were an item or smth?? trouble in paradise maybe

user she’s fucking ugly wtf

user i wish these footballers who get with regular women would realize there are so many better girls out there that would ACTUALLY treat them well and would support them in their careers. like i bet this girl doesn’t even know anything about football. she works in f1 and that’s where she should stay bc nobody cares about that shit round here. she probably doesn’t even know the first thing about how football works, but i bet she’ll be at matches pretending like she knows what’s happening. garrett ward is gonna flush his career down the troilet for this chick bc she’s gonna convince him his busy schedule ain’t worth it and then city will be down a great forward for good, and it’ll all be her fault

user i mean she’s kinda pretty tbf

↳ user stfu she really isn’t

↳ user she gen looks like any random bitch off the street

user these comments are not it…. 😬

↳ user maybe you f1 fans just don’t know how to handle constructive criticism

↳ user is the constructive criticism in the room with us rn?? cuz all i’m seeing is bullying and hatred directed towards an innocent woman who’s only “crime” was going on a date

user ok so she can take photos?? 🙄🙄 maybe she should get a real job

↳ user she’s probably only with him so she can mooch off of him like a fucking gold digger

user AINT NO WAYYYYYY

user it’ll last a month max 😌 i’m calling it

user ayo lando come get your girl

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━━ a/n: here we have it! took me a bit longer than the start of american smile did, but lando's story is officially here! (and it's a whopping 2.9k words to start us off). first and foremost, before we get started, garrett ward is 100% an oc and obviously does not play for manchester city, and this is bc i would feel absolutely horrible portraying a real person in the way that garrett will be later on. gather from that what you will haha! regardless, i hope you enjoy this first part and stick around for the rest!

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mysterycitrus · 2 months

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I know a lot of ppl ask u abt jason or dick but im wondering now, what do u think about bruce? I find him a very interesting character whose characterization is incredibly feeble, both bc of his 80 years of history and the tendency writers have to project their own male fantasies on him. So i'd definitely love to hear ur own thoughts about him. I personally enjoy depicting him as someone morally grey, although my sympatization for him changes day to day. Wether you think he is a good or a bad person, i believe u need to make him dedicated to gotham and the bat as a symbol, and that comes with all its advantages and drawbacks

bruce wayne is sooooo interesting (derogatory) because like u said, he carries the baggage of every masochismo author that decided batman was too woke and should hurt his kids and that supporting gotham’s infrastructure is for pussies. there’s also the flipside of that, where he’s the perfect father who’s waaaay too emotionally regulated for my taste. both of these interpretations are bad imo, and both functionally miss the point.

i think part of this (in fandom) is an obsession with moral angst — u can either be a good person doing good things, or a bad person doing bad things. think about how some characters are crucified while others are babied. someone always has to be absolutely right, and the other has to be absolutely wrong.

in reality, there are a lot of people who are fundamentally kind and fundamentally want to do good that are really terrible to the people in their lives. bruce wayne being someone who relies on having so much control that it implodes his connections to the people around him is an important part of his character. his profound love for his children, for gotham and her people, for humanity in general and his belief in peoples ability to change, doesn’t circumvent the fact that he’s often an emotionally abusive man who hurts others to achieve his own ends. he contains multitudes.

writing him as a functionally irredeemable, violently abusive person is the anti-thesis to the symbol that he himself created. no, i personally don’t believe he actively beats his kids (even though it’s supported in the text). no, i don’t think he’s an irredeemable sadist (as much as frank miller wants u to believe otherwise). to have people like dick grayson and diana and clark and dinah love and believe in u means that there has to be something there worth caring about, otherwise the whole universe is gonna fall apart.

that’s what makes his relationship to cass so interesting — he sees his neuroticism, his dedication to the cause above all else, and does not find it admirable. he finds it confronting and upsetting. and to be clear, cass (like dick) is very much the moral ideal of what batman should be, but still bruce finds it hard to deal with!!

his abject failures — his treatment of the robins, his crippling guilt about jason, his fears of becoming a killer, the impossible load he gives himself to carry — means that when he’s shown as someone who genuinely cares, it makes him more complex. like yeah, bruce isn’t actually a cold hearted person. he really really gives a shit. too many shits, to be totally honest. he’s a morally grey person that wants to do good, but is so terrified of losing control that he keeps others away and hurts them in the process. there’s a reason why his emotional crutch was a traumatised eight year old fr. nothing is more important than the mission, including bruce wayne himself

#brucie baby (derogatory)#bruce Wayne #cassandra cain #dick grayson #batman #batfam #dc comics #the ask and the answer

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 10 months

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Hello, my love!

I, unfortunately, missed your requests being open (six pages of a thesis is kicking my ass right now) but when they’re open again, is there a chance you could write another Dad!Price fic?

Since the last one felt so personal to me, would it be possible to have Price helping his daughter through Uni stress? Maybe she asks him to help her on her thesis? Lord knows I could use some inspo/assistance on mine!

Of course, if this is too late then feel free to delete it! I just wanted to pop in and drop a request off before I either, A: forgot about it, or B: missed your requests being open the next time :(

Sending so much love and hugs <3

Late Night Cookies

PAIRING: John Price x Daughter!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Stressed and still awake, you go to grab food from the kitchen before you get right back into your work. Your father talks some sense into you over a nostalgic recipe.

WORDCOUNT: 1.5k

WARNINGS: Stress around school, grades, papers, etc. but 90% fluff and comfort

A/N: I'm so glad you sent something in, Love! So good to hear from you again!

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

Your eyes were blurry and your hands were shaking, the table light shining too brightly in the stillness of your bedroom as a cold breeze wafts through the cracked window.

The words swirled on your computer screen, sitting in front of you as your head slipped forward. Letters bleed into nonsense sentences that even a genius couldn’t make sense out of. There were weights on your fingers—keeping them stuck to the keys.

“And, thus,” your garbled speech slips out, reading the line you’d just written; eyes squinting as your headache flares. “A-and…thus…”

Shaking your head, you pull back and press your palms into your eyesockets, your spine flopping back with an audible crack as it straightens from hours of hunched torture. A groan slips out of your lips.

“Shit,” you growl, sighing harshly.

University, while necessary, was really your worst enemy right now—you’re constantly stressed and getting little sleep; when was the last time you’d eaten? Pages upon pages of typed research seer your eyes while closed. Only in this tight silence of your room were you able to hear the small sounds of the TV on in the house as it wafts in from under the line of your door.

Your hands slip down your face as you stare blankly at your ceiling, eyes burning with fatigue. The muffled shouts from football games play in your ears.

Humming, you push back from your desk and stand, stumbling for a second as your numb legs get prickles of electricity shooting through them. You needed food, water, even. Then you can get back into it. On the way out you snatch a blanket from the frame of your bed, wrapping it over your shoulders to preserve heat.

Like a snail, you shuffle over the hardwood before finally pushing out into the hallway with only a small bump into the door frame. Hissing, the darkness of the house was good, and before long you’d grumbled past the large form laying on the living room couch in need of any form of sustenance. So brain-fried, you end up completely missing the small questioning ask of your name as Liverpool fights off another rival on-screen. Slashing colors dance across the darkness.

The hand on your shoulder, though, you can’t miss.

“Sweetheart?” Your father’s voice brings you back from blankly nodding off into his chest as he turns you around. You jerk back with a rapid fluttering of your eyelashes.

“Yeah?” Your voice slurs, croaky, and you rub again at your cheeks with the corner of your blanket. “What’s up?”

Blue eyes blink down at you in shock at your state, small noise made in the back of the large man’s throat. “Hell’s this, then? Thought you were sleeping already.”

“Sleeping?” The tone is incredulous, a bit of sanity leaking back into your speech. You look up into your dad’s face and his tight beard; his eyebrows are curled in. “I’m not even close to being done. I can’t sleep yet.”

John blinks slowly, gaze darting from the sizable bags under your eyes to the redness of your sclera—the veins that reach for your irises like infectious fingers. His grip on you tightens.

“When’s the last time you took a break, Love?” He asks slowly, taking you by the shoulders and bending down a little. He looks concerned. “It’s bloody dark out.”

You stare and huff a sheepish, tired, smile while your dad’s expression tightens with exasperation. He blinks in disbelief at your non-answer, answer.

“Fuckin’ hell…c’mon, Sunshine, off to bed.” Your head is already shaking.

“I’m hungry.” John sighs, and the air ruffles your hair. But he relents and before you know it there’s a hand on the back of your shoulders corralling you into the kitchen. You lean heavily into your father’s side, and his fingers curl over your opposite arm.

A soft kiss is pressed to your head.

“How long have you been up, eh?” You yawn and lick your lips. Flinching when John flicks the kitchen light on. Burrowing down into your blanket, you seep in his heat like a greedy lizard. “Sweetheart?”

“Dunno,” you’re guided over to the island and plopped down into a chair. “I need to finish my work.”

He chuckles and you slouch over to fold your arms, resting your chin on them. “Well, I suppose you plan on finishing it half-asleep?”

John opens the fridge, looking over the small remnants of supper. He frowns and turns to look at you as your face lays sideways on your limbs. You blink slowly at him.

“...Maybe,” you grumble, face hot.

Your father grunts and closes the fridge, turning back around and crossing his arms.

“No more of this, eh?” He begins, glaring and infecting his words with that infectious authority. “After we get you fed, you’re off to bed. That’s that.”

You’re about to protest before your dad interrupts with a stern growl of your name. You grit your teeth and shamefully dip your head. There’s a moment of silence where the outside sounds of wind and creaking can be heard—the entire world asleep beside the father and daughter in the dim kitchen.

John tilts his head and softens his face; feet carrying him over. Stopping beside you, he places his hand on your scalp and pats you gently, rubbing his thumb into your hair. Lashes flutter, and your body sags into the counter even more. Your father kisses your head and whispers, “You need your sleep, Sweetheart. This’ll do you no good. Pace yourself, you’ll get it done—I promise, yeah?”

“How do you know?” Your voice mutters, hesitation finally showing itself. Eyes stare at the table, red and dry.

Your father chuckles and you glance back. He’s smiling in his own way, wrinkles showing and eyes crinkling with amusement.

“You’ve gotten this far. My girl’s not one to give it up. And even if you do,” he stands and pats your shoulder before he heads to the pantry. Your expression leaks slight confusion as he opens the door. “We can figure it out together. It’s not the bloody end of the world. It’ll pass.”

Your internal anxiety eases at your parent's reassurance, his casual surety more of a blanket than the one you already swaddle yourself with. The subtle anxious shaking of your fingers stills after a moment of cognition. Stuffing down another yawn, you feel a warmth burn in your heart at the words and you smile.

“When did you get all wise?” You tease, seeing John take out various ingredients as you watch. He scoffs.

“The second I got the call I was needed in hospital and had a damn daughter.” You laugh.

“Alright, then,” your sarcastic reply slips out, and John chuckles lowly. After a moment you can’t stop your curiosity, no matter how much your limbs stay heavy. “What are you doing?”

A large bowl had been placed on the counter with a dull thunk. Blue eyes darted at you before measuring cups were spawned next to the previous object.

“What’s it look like, then?” John’s finger casually points to a recipe that had been set up on the wall, a thin and damaged piece of paper with chicken scratch; stains, and crumpled corners. You blink at it in recognition.

“...Cookies?”

“You want chips or cinnamon?”

Watching with wide eyes, you clear your throat and utter, “Uh, c-chips, I guess?” John grunts and focuses with a calm face. The recipe had been a sort of inside joke between the two of you.

When your dad was off on assignment for long periods, you’d always make him a batch when he was set to leave and when he came back—a kind of soothing gesture to ease the uncertainty. To let him know you’d be alright without him here.

He made them for you when you were sick or feeling bad. You blink quickly to dispel the sudden wetness of your eyes.

“You helping?” John asks, not turning to you, as he dumps flour into the bowl. “Won’t taste right if you don’t.” A cheeky tone hits your ears.

Standing, you shuffle over and grab at the chocolate bag, digging inside and stealing a few before your dad can stop you. He gives you a fake glare, huffing under his breath before smirking to himself.

Your body leans into his side and you giggle as he rubs his beard into your head.

—

Hours later, you rest limply against your dad’s shoulder on the living room couch, empty plate on the coffee table and the TV low. You breathe softly and get the sleep you both deserve and need—of course, the work would start back up tomorrow, but it always would. Having your dad in your corner was the thing to keep you upright; your rock.

John looks down and watches you with a deep well of affection and ease. He kisses your head before his arms reach around you, lifting with no problem.

He carries his little girl, because that was what you would always be, off to bed and tucks you in. Snapping off your desk lamp with a small sigh of contentment and a low hum.

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octuscle · 6 months

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Hey Chronivac, I’m almost done with my masters degree but it’s all so stressful and busy now. I wish I could go back and live as a young dumb huge horny meathead of a teen and not have to worry about this stuff. Is there a setting for that?

It's the last vacations before you have to write the final exams. Then your master thesis is due. And you don't even have a topic yet. This is going to be the worst Thanksgiving ever. Constantly having to answer questions about how things are going at university. And what you'll do afterwards. And when your parents will have grandchildren. And you have your head full with the topics of the exams. The best thing would have been for you to stay on campus and study.

The bus from the campus to the airport is full of exuberant students. Half the football team is on the bus with you. The fellows are bawling, farting and burping on the bus. Just like kids. Not like the future pillars of society. You're pretty jealous of them….

In the check-in line, you and a few other juniors gossip about your professors. Shit, not being able to work out together at the gym over the vacations sucks. Thanksgiving is bad for your constitution. You can already hear your mom whining when you only want rice with your turkey breast and don't want gravy. Your stomach grumbles. It's coming! "Protein fart," you grumble. Your bros join in, laughing.

Half the campus crowds the security checkpoint. You can see a few of the other sophomores. Apart from that, it's mostly older students around you. Your bruhs from the football team and you sing the team anthem. And then take turns doing chestbumps. The business travelers around you smile pained. All losers. Only envious of you.

On the plane, you don't even manage to stay awake until the security briefing. Fuck, you and the other freshmen had a hard week. Football, gym, parties. Oh yeah, and a few lectures too. Hopefully your parents don't ask about any exams. Oh fuck, then you tell them about the success of the football team. The person sitting next to you suffers from the smell of your sweat. But you had to let your muscles burn one more time before Thanksgiving dinner. And "Sun's out, guns out" is for wimps. You show your arms whenever you can. Your mom will hate it, your dad will love it. But primarily, everyone will be happy that you're coming home for the first time since you started college.

Found your pic @xdriip

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #male transformation #muscle transformation #tank top #age reduction

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suzukiblu · 3 months

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I just wanted to say, yesterday I sat down and binge-read all your Timkon fics, as well as most of the WIPS, and I BADLY want to write some now. I've never really written Tim, tho, since I'm more used to writing Jason. Do you have any tips, or bits of Tim and Kon characterization you consider especially important? (The WIP I've made on my head, if it helps, is (Daemon AU) comics!Tim ends up on Young Justice!Cartoon universe, and he's very, very weirded out by how different Kon is to Conner, and very pissed off that this Conner gets a Daemon while his Kon doesn't have one.)

tbh it kinda depends on where you're trying to go with the fic idea, I'd say? Also why Conner DOES have a daemon and Kon doesn't, probably. Also-also, does Conner even actually have a daemon or is Tim just confused about Wolf or something.

Generally speaking, though, the thesis of Tim is that he is a ride-or-die guy who really fucking COMMITS when he makes a decision. Sure, he'll stalk Batman. Sure, he'll introduce himself to Nightwing and tell him he knows his secret identity. Sure, he'll put on the suit Jason died in to go save Batman and Nightwing from their own stupid selves. Sure, he'll be Batman's emotional support sidekick and lead Young Justice and the Teen Titans and try to clone his dead best friend and run around the planet solo to save Bruce from the timestream. Why not! SOMEBODY'S gotta do it!!

"Somebody's gotta do it" is a lot of Tim's motivation, from what I can tell, haha. He also comparmentalizes really well, is a very talented and skilled detective as his defining Robin skill, uses a bo staff as his signature weapon after convincing Lady Shiva to train him and was the dude who was smart enough to add pants to the Robin suit, and one of his more iconic lines is I think Cassie going, "you lied to Starfire?" and him answering, "I lie to Batman". Which he does. Frequently. Frequently and a LOT-ly. To be fair, Bruce is also a fucking liar, so he deserves it. Tim, however, actually has friends he will ADMIT are his friends without having to be waterboarded into it during an active apocalypse-level crisis.

The boy has no chill. He DISGUISES his lack of chill, but it is fucking nonexistent and the ONLY reason he looks "reasonable" is because his besties are the teen idol superclone with limited life experience and Stephanie "welp my dad's gone supervillain so I'm gonna go kick him in the dick with my intermediate gymnastics" Brown. And then there's Cassie "I'm just gonna ask Zeus for superpowers, natch" Sandsmark.

Also Bart. Also Bart is a thing. Bart is SO MUCH a thing.

So yeah, Tim is a full-stop no-holds-barred insane person, he's just also a better liar than any of his friends. Like so, so much better. AT LEAST THEY HAVE SUPERPOWERS, TIM. AT LEAST THEY'VE GOT THAT. He figured out Bruce's secret identity at NINE 'cuz he went to the circus as a toddler and Dick Grayson's flips were just that sick, and then just didn't tell anybody for FOUR FUCKING YEARS. Four fucking YEARS!! ACTUAL FUCKING YEARS. He just didn't think it was relevant, I guess?!!? So instead he just stalked them with his camera and took cool pics. So many pics. So, so many pics. And he skateboards.

Also he and Kon fucking could NOT stand each other at first because Kon was used to being a solo act and didn't want to answer to anyone else and Tim lacked the ability to convince him to listen to him and they just had VERY different personalities and priorities, and also for a little while in there Match was fucking shit up by pretending to BE Kon, and frankly it's a fucking miracle Tim and Kon didn't kill each other before they ever got to be Titans together, the way they totally failed to get along for the first YJ run.

Seriously, I think they actually had a literal fucking fistfight on Apokolips once, I think that ACTUALLY happened. In the middle of a literal WAR that happened. Tim. Tim, you KNOW better, buddy.

#anonymous #meta ecetera #long post

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anime-grimmy-art · 4 months

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It’s this time of the year again, folks. Time to wrap up the art Ive made in the last 12 months in another Year in Review! I’ve noticed that this is my fifth Year in Review in a row, so I’ll be making an extra post looking back on the progress in those last 5 years!

I've got a lot to say about this year, but purely art wise, I've gone all when it comes to comics, damn! I've kinda found a format that is messy, and therefore more time efficient, yet still looks good. I even made 2 animatics and lotsa shorts/reels! All that on top of opening coms twice, and, oh yeah, MAKING A WHOLE ASS 4MIN ANIMATION ON MY OWN.

How is my hand still alive.

2023 has been….interesting, to say the least. The first half year I was working on my thesis project, aka making an animated short all on my own (in the art department), which makes it honestly surprising how much I managed to churn out between animating. Trigun rly did have me in a choke hold.

Summer was a bit more spotty, esp. with me not being able to draw anything during August as I was writing my thesis (and doing commissions). And towards the end of the year, Kingdom Hearts tried to save me, but alas, Genshin Impact has finally sunk its teeth into me and dragged me to the bottom of the rabbit hole. It all started with me watching a story summary and lore videos while I was sick after my thesis and I was too intrigued to not dig deeper and well, first I fell in love with Kaeya and then the ships started dropping in left and right.

I’m not gonna lie, the last few months have been weird. I finished my masters in October, and have been on job hunt since, sadly without success so far. I’m existing in this weird limbo of still not grasping I’m not a student anymore after 18 years in education, not really being able to accept I’m an adult, yet desperately trying to find something so I can make a routine, cos rn Im too scared to build a rhythm as I know I’ll have a so much harder time readjusting again. It’s left me in a weird emotional state, where most of the time I feel fine, but when it counts, there’s just, nothing. No joy at getting my diploma, no anticipation to finally go to a convention again, neither any sadness hearing my grandfather died. It frustrates me that it extends to my art as well, there’s excitement over ideas and concepts, but no motivation to pick up the pencil, which makes me either not finish art at all or making so many shortcuts and just ending up with sth not satisfactory to me since it’s not the idea I sought after.

Tho, not everything is doom and gloom. I DID finish a whole ass short animation and got my masters degree, that IS sth to be proud of. Also, while Im struggling at drawing, I’ve also kinda started integrating my shortcuts into my style and some stuff I’ve thrown together actually turns out real good nowadays. Also, and this might be a bit of a weird one, I’m so fucking happy to know I can still enjoy gay ships. I’ve been a bit uncertain over the last few years because when I was around 16-18, I had a real big yaoi phase, which mostly came from the fact so much stuff came out that tickled my brain in the right way (Free, Haikyuu, etc.). But over the years, my enthusiasm died down, and I even started to resent some ships because it’s all some fandoms produced. I often found myself liking a hetero ship more than the popular gay ship, which really made me not wanna stick around because I did not care for most fanart and you can only go through a tag with art you don’t care about so long before you lose interest. I think in retrospect that it rly had nothing to do with the ships being gay ships but rather cos the fans just shoved it in your face when you didn’t care (and shipping culture nowadays also can get real scary). But I’m so happy to see I can still get obsessed with a ship and it’s all thanks to Haikaveh/Kavetham. It really just needed the right flavour for me to dig in again. And oh my god, I FINALLY like a ship with a SHIT TON of art and fanfictions, no more scrounging the crumbs from the bottom of the barrel.

Anyways, enough lamenting. Here’s to hoping I can bite my tongue and get shit started properly in 2024, and that my brainrots may make me obsessed enough to churn out an obscene amount of fanart again.

#art year in review #anime-grimmy #fanart #sketch #comic #animatic #undertale #trigun #legend of zelda #monster hunter #kingdom hearts #undead unluck #genshin impact

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all-at-once-you-are-the-one · 29 days

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This is a Starlight appreciation post! A lot of people shit on Starlight for being too cutesy and about the Kennedys, which like, yeah ok fair, but I feel like all that masks the underlying heart of the song: “Don’t you dream impossible things?”

Beyond the heartbreak of it all Red is an album about risk vs. reward, safe but boring choices vs. dangerous but exciting choices. This is most obvious on Treacherous (“nothing safe is worth the drive”) but it’s sprinkled throughout, including in the opening track (“love is a ruthless game…UNLESS you play it good and right” which is basically the thesis statement of the album, I could write a whole other post about that).

And I think this theme of risk vs. reward is present on Starlight in a big way. “Don’t you dream impossible things?” Sure it’s crazy to imagine we would get married and have 10 kids, what are the odds of that working out? But isn’t it fun and exciting and brave to dream that we might? Isn’t it worth the drive to pursue that possibility? Isn’t it worth playing the game of love as good and right as we can in hopes that our impossible dreams will come true?

It’s all just Taylor hyping herself up to take risks in love in her own life, even if the song isn’t about her. And to me, especially when I was I was in my early 20s when Red came out, there’s nothing more relatable than that. Starlight is a great song.

#this post brought to you by my don’t you dream impossible things pillow #ttpd prep #starlight

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Bottas didn't win 10 gp for nothing and had the best q3 streak and yet people rate him so low just because lewis was so much better and they also do this to invalidate lewis, saying he had no competition. Same with checo actually although the narrative is different there because he's used to say max is even more brilliant for beating checo by such a big margin.

Valtteri is better than checo though imo because he's a great qualifier and hot take but if he's in the rb max would have had a harder time in quali and he would have to work more for his wins since checo is always having to go through the field to catch up

Anyway i love bottas, in terms of archievements he's literally top 4 on the grid rn after lewis max and fernando and people tend to forget that and it's sad .

Recency bias is so strong

recency bias is definitely part of it!! a lot of people underestimating him have only seen him in alfa/sauber which is ... not the best of cars. but being lewis's teammate is definitely a part of it too even though if anything, that should work in his favor that he could race with lewis! yeah he wasn't faster than lewis but then who is lol

agreed on people using him to invalidate lewis. i think he's also been given some unfair shit just because he's lewis's teammate - because he couldn't beat him, and it sometimes seems as if people are almost angry at him for that? i also think people peddle too many narratives about him hating lewis or being resentful of him when that's not the case at all but that's another post for another time lol i could write an entire thesis on the relationship between lewis and valtteri so i'll spare you anon lol

his statistics do speak for themselves. the race wins. the number of podiums. the fact that he holds the unofficial record for the fastest speed in f1. his dedication to the sport. his love for it. the q3 streak that's longer than red bull as a team's. valtteri bottas is fucking GOOD y'all

and yes, he absolutely could beat checo. as for him being more competition to max than checo, i'm not sure about that but i would like to see it. checo's issue is that rbr doesn't really let him, plus he also folds under pressure. i guess what works in valtteri's favor is that he can withstand the pressure of competing with a multi-wdc winner much better. so yeah i would definitely be interested in seeing what happens if you put max and valtteri in equal machinery and don't involve team orders at all.

tldr - valtteri viktor bottas is brilliant and i will tolerate NO slander on his name !!!

#asks #anonymous #valtteri bottas #f1

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honestly as an american i am also vexed by the tone of mota. mostly bc there is no tone? like i know that all war tv shows and movies are basically historical fanfiction but this takes it to a different level. the only way i can really describe it is "too pc". not in the "people are too sensitive these days" way but the "everything has to be so perfect that nothing means anything" way. to be fair that is a gripe that i have had with many shows and movies made in the past 10 years or so. feels bad man.

honestly, I feel this. you're right. I was talking to my lolo about it... even Band of Brothers, arguably the one that's most tainted by WW2 nostalgia-propaganda of the Bush Regime, has something to say about war. MotA... doesn't. it doesn't have anything to say that the other 3 shows of HBO War haven't already said. it's literally just a bunch of epithets about how War is Hell, War Takes, Death Does Not Discriminate, etc... without actually putting it together and making a thesis statement of it, ya know!

Band of Brothers' thesis is in the title-- From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered-- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother. It's about the brothers you gain in and you lose to war! And, with the addition of the actual veterans being part of the production, it's about the importance of stories! Of making sure people don't forget! that these things happened to these people!! and that it should never happen again!! ok! great!

Generation Kill's thesis is sewed through the tapestry of the whole show (in the best way, btw, idk why ppl don't recognize it as the best HBO War show writing-wise like... guys. c'mon.)-- War is a Hell that benefits only the few and fucks everyone else!! Oh, and the Military Industrial Complex that likes to depict and sanitize War Crimes is spit to the face of all the victims of America's Imperialism-- American war vets we mercilessly left to die on the front lines and when they come home, included!! ok! great!

The Pacific's thesis is much the same, but with an additional criticism of the WW2 nostalgia-propaganda of the Bush Regime (not just BoB, but also Saving Private Ryan, Pearl Harbor, etc etc)-- oh, we're the greatest generation, huh? Look at the shit we had to do. Look at the people we killed. This is the reality of War in any generation. This is the reality of the War that just happened. You wanted war this bad? Look at it!! You think Peace is an easy and appeasing reward? think the fuck again!!!

Hell, it's not HBO War, but M*A*S*H has the same message-- is war worth it, just as long as we can justify it? Really? How ethical, really, is the Hippocratic Oath of a Doctor when you're at War? Do No Harm? How can you say that? I fix soldiers to send them back to die. How am I not complicit in their harm and the harm they do unto others, then?

......... What does MotA say? War is Hell. Yes, and? We know that. We've known that for a long time now. What else, huh? What else? Airplanes... pretty. Yeah. Ok. Those effects are lovely, yes. What else? Uuuuhhhh....... we have Austin Butler? hm. Try again.

#ask #you are correct anon and you should say it #anyway I'm waiting for the last episode to watch it all together and actually take note of the themes. just to make some fucking sense of i #because right now it doesn't make any fucking sense!!#I'm gonna catch some flak for this aren't I #masters of the air #mota #mota meta

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Congratulations on your milestone, Jai! 🥰

I would like to request a drabble with this prompt,

“I want to watch you take off your clothes.”

And the first member that popped into my head when I read it, Jimin 😮‍💨😅

Ahh, I’m so excited!!!

YOU MAKE ME NERVOUS | PJM

Your classmate’s way of helping you with stress is a bit... unexpected.

» pairing: jimin x reader

» genre: BTS | 18+ | friends-ish to lovers | grad school au | smut

» wc/date: 2.3k | July 2022

» warnings: fingering | voyeurism | use of “good girl” | jimin is a lil mean and manipulative | i got a lot of secondhand embarrassment writing this hkdjsk

» notes: this was highly entertaining to write 😂 i hope you enjoy my classic jai ridiculousness

» masterlist

» what was jai listening to? naked - doja cat

You weren’t sure if you could call Jimin your friend. He was one of the few people you talked to in your graduate program, but he was impossible to pin down. Even meeting up to practice your thesis presentations had been an incredible feat. After he canceled plans so many times you started to wonder if he even wanted to be your friend.

“Run-on sentence.” Jimin reached over your shoulder to point at a spot on your laptop screen. He stood behind you, hunched over your small frame where you sat at the table in one of the university library’s study rooms.

After muttering a breathy “thanks”, you quickly edited your script. You told yourself you shivered from the AC blasting through the university’s vents, but deep down you knew Jimin’s proximity was putting your nerves into overdrive. You were already regretting inviting the hottest guy in your program to help you practice and you hadn’t even gotten to the practicing part yet.

Jimin wasn’t doing you any favors, either. He placed his hands on your shoulders, gently kneading them. The heat of his hands warmed you through the thin material of your t-shirt, coaxing goosebumps to appear down your arms. You leaned into his touch and let out a quiet hum of satisfaction before you could control yourself.

“You’re so tight,” he murmured.

You couldn’t stop your eyes from fluttering closed as you attempted to chase away the dirty thoughts that immediately crept into your mind at his innocent statement. What was wrong with you?

“Yeah… I carry stress in my shoulders,” you said with a controlled exhale. Turning in your seat, you disconnected yourself from Jimin to look at him face-to-face. “I think I should get started now.”

“Probably.” The friendly smile he wore didn’t quite fit the heavy, lidded expression of his eyes. You told yourself not to make anything of it as you walked past him to the front of the room, even when you had to brush against his chest as you got up because he didn’t give you enough space to move.

Jimin sat on top of the table, his legs hanging off the edge. You tried to present using the script, but you found that reading while still trying to make eye contact was too hard. You kept getting thrown off by the way Jimin was swinging his legs.

Shit. You’d completely stopped talking. How many tries had it been? At least two?

“Can I restart?” You rubbed your clammy palms against your shorts and looked over at your laptop sitting on the podium.

“Again? Shouldn’t you just try to power all the way through at least once?” Jimin leaned forward. “How are you going to do this in front of, what, at least a hundred people? When you can’t even do it in front of me?”

His harsh words felt like a slap to the face. “If that was supposed to be a pep talk, I do not respond well to meanness.”

Jimin leaned back on his palms, head cocked to the side as he looked you over. The feeling of being some type of specimen on display burned into your cheeks hotter than it had before; he wasn’t looking at you the way an audience looked at a presenter. “You should take your pants off.”

You nearly choked. “Excuse me?”

“Think about it.” Jimin hopped down from the table. “If you do something to make yourself even more nervous while you practice, the real thing is going to feel even easier.”

Nothing coming out of his mouth made any sense, but that was the thing with Jimin. He was the king of bullshit. He could talk himself into and out of anything he wanted. He circled you like a shark, sharp eyes roaming your rigid body. He paused behind you and you felt the heat of his chest against your back.

“Just trust me,” he whispered in your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You let out a shaky breath as you felt his hands move towards your front. He unbuttoned your shorts and the sound of your zipper coming undone was almost louder than your heartbeat flooding your ears. Jimin pushed your shorts down, his palms gliding over your bare thighs. The only thing hotter than your cheeks was the fire burning between your thighs as you watched Jimin watch you from the table again. At the corner of his mouth his tongue poked out to run along his bottom lip and he quirked his eyebrows at you, gesturing for you to continue.

“Now try it without stopping.”

You were standing in your fucking underwear. Sure, the t-shirt you wore was long enough to cover you, but still.

Maybe it would actually work. Jimin was so good at everything; he had to have good tricks for success, right? Hesitantly, you restarted your presentation, the ceiling suddenly becoming very interesting to look at. Jimin wasn’t entertained.

“No, no, you still haven’t relaxed. I guess you have to take off your shirt now.” He was fucking ridiculous.

“T-This is making me more nervous.”

“Do you want me to do it for you?”

You opened your mouth, but air, rather than any sound, puffed out. Jimin reached out to grab the hem of your t-shirt, pulling you to where he sat on the table so you stood in between his legs. He twisted the fabric between his fingers and gave you the same friendly smile as before.

“Can I tell you a little secret, Y/N?” Jimin cooed. Using his free hand, he hooked his finger into the waistband of your underwear and slowly pulled it away from you until he couldn’t any longer. You winched as the band snapped back to place against your skin, but the damp feeling between your thighs overpowered the sting. “I don’t really feel like watching you stutter through your presentation a hundred times. I want to watch you take off your clothes.”

“Oh,” you gasped stupidly. You were being attacked at both ends; arousal pooled in the pit of your stomach while your heart was clambering out of your chest.

“Can you give me what I want?” His smile fell into a pout and he let go of you.

“Y-yes,” you whispered, your desperation for his approval now extending beyond wanting to impress him with your research. Your fingers trembled as you lifted your t-shirt over your head; you tossed it down with your pants, goosebumps prickling across your skin.

“Good girl,” Jimin said with a sweet smile and you felt like your legs were going to give out. “I hope you locked the door.”

He leaned back on one of his hands; the other found its way into his lap. He gripped his cock through his pants, giving it a squeeze. You followed his fingers path down his erection, the outline growing more prominent as he stroked it. When had he gotten like that? The realization that you were having this effect on him made you shake even more.

“I want you to touch yourself.”

“Standing here?”

“Would you prefer to go into the hallway?”

Your breath got caught in your throat as you slowly stepped out of your underwear, dropping it to the floor. You now stood in front of him in only a black lace bralette. Your hands immediately moved to shield yourself, but Jimin tutted his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disapproval.

“Now, you can’t do a presentation with such a lack of confidence, can you? Stand up straight.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jimin shook his head. The stern look he gave you was enough to shut you up without him having to say anything at all. He watched you dip your middle finger into your folds, gathering up your arousal before you lightly pressed your fingertip against your clit. You rubbed it in a slow, tight circle. The humiliation of doing this in front of your classmate should have stopped you from following through, but you were too far gone under his spell.

“Eye contact, Y/N. They’re going to evaluate your eye contact.”

When you looked up you were met with those dark, lidded eyes once again. Holding his gaze only made your pussy throb more, and you found yourself quickening the pace until you moved down to slide a finger inside yourself.

“Good girl.”

Your breathing came out hard and deep, mouth hanging open as your thigh muscles began to clench. In that moment, you realized you’d never had an orgasm standing up, and you were pretty sure you were going to fall over as your abdomen twisted with pleasure.

“What’s scarier? Standing in front of a hundred people to give a presentation or standing in front of one person to finger yourself?”

“They’re… they’re both,” you took a shaky breath, “they’re both scary.”

With a roll of his eyes, Jimin let go of himself and beckoned to you. “Come here.”

Your legs felt wobbly as you hesitantly stepped forward. Jimin hooked his finger underneath the band of your bralette in between your cleavage and used it to drag you forward so you stood between his legs once more. You tried not to look down at his lap or touch him, too nervous to actually acknowledge what was happening.

“As smart as you are, you’re a slow learner, aren’t you?”

You winced at his words. “I already told you, I-” Jimin grabbed both your wrists and rested your hands on his shoulders. Then he brought his hand down to cup your pussy, wiggling and pressing his thumb against your clit with enough pressure that your body jolted at the unexpected stimulation. “Jimin,” you gasped, gripping onto his shoulders as he rubbed you with even more pressure.

With his free hand he took a hard grip of your chin and forced you to look into his eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”

You shook your head too fast, more embarrassment washing over your body, only for Jimin’s finger plunging inside of you to distract you once again. The fact that he so easily slid inside of you made that sweet smile bloom across his face, though his lips morphed into a sharp smirk that narrowed his eyes.

“Use your words,” he commanded, his finger curling and searching for the spot to make you shatter in his hand. Before you could speak, he’d found what he was looking for, and a loud moan took the place of whatever words you wanted to say. You had to lean against the edge of the table to hold yourself up the faster Jimin pumped into you.

“N-no. I don’t w-want you to stop.”

“Of course not.”

The arrogant chuckle that followed made you dig your nails into his shirt. You couldn’t even be mad about it; at this point, you were barely making one coherent thought in your head. He focused his movements on hitting that sweet spot again and again until you were a shaking, moaning mess between his legs. You’d completely forgotten about whatever lesson he was trying to teach you, if that’s what he was doing at all. Instead you spent your energy on not biting your tongue off as you felt your climax build inside you, the pressure of pleasure stacking on top of you and weighing you down so deeply you felt you were going to catch fire.

“Jimin,” you whimpered. He’d let your chin go by now and you found yourself leaneding your forehead against his collarbone as he rocked you into him. Feeling you clench around him, Jimin slipped another finger inside of you. The stretch sent hot ripples down your legs.

“Are you going to cum for me like a good girl?” he murmured in your ear.

He adjusted how he sat and inadvertently pressed his now fully hard cock against your thigh. You were already tilting on the edge, and his question and the feel of his warmth against you was enough to completely tip you over. It was searing, white hot, almost painful, the way your entire body locked up on you. You could barely breathe as he guided you through your explosion of pleasure, only removing his hand from you once you’d started to squirm in his embrace.

“See, that wasn’t too bad, was it?” Jimin’s voice lured your hazy gaze up to look at him, stars still spotting your vision. You still weren’t sure you’d be able to handle giving your thesis presentation, especially since Jimin would be there. You might have actually made things worse for yourself.

“I think I need to sit down,” you confessed, coaxing another laugh from Jimin. He hopped down from the table and held your hand to steady you as you sat down. While you recovered yourself, he scooped up your clothing. Squatting down, he gently lifted your leg with a grip on your calf, easing you into your underwear and helping you slide it up your thighs. Then he did the same with your shorts, and eventually pulled your t-shirt on, as well. You blinked repeatedly as you watched him help you into your clothes, allowing him to take control of your limbs. Once his work was done, he stood up. That was when you noticed the bulge still prominent in his sweatpants, and his eyes followed your gaze to his crotch.

“Y’know, we still haven’t gone over my presentation yet,” Jimin mused, tapping his chin in mock thought. “I’m feeling pretty nervous, actually. I wonder what we could do to help me with that?” You bit your lip as Jimin reached behind his head to pull his t-shirt off, tossing it where your clothes had been. “Maybe this is a good start?”

And who were you to deny him the opportunity to practice, too?

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