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vaugarde · 1 year
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oh so when moth flight has kittens as a medicine cat and gives them away to strangers, one of which let his own son die and considered killing babies, because she can’t deal and somehow cant ask her clanmates to help, shes noble and brave and wise and shaped things for generations to come and she gets to die peacefully with all her children being like “wow mom that was so cool of you, we’re so happy and you are so smart and epic”, but when leafpool has kittens as a medicine cat and gives them to her sister who she knows wont mistreat them, she’s treated like shit by most people around her and shes so unforgivable that her children can’t help but snark about this at her funeral and shes almost sent to cat hell. ok
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chirpsythismorning · 2 years
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Never Gonna Give You Up plays next season, but it's a scene with Murray blasting it and singing along off key while he drives into town to get supplies and Mike and Will are just doing their shared look thing in the back like "Why is he like this." Jonathan is in the front staring out the window like 😐 because Murray wouldn't let him touch the radio or tape deck. It's also playing in the store when they go in.
Imagine the GA having to contend with byler endgame while simultaneously getting rickrolled!?!? That would be too much I fear! LOL
but WAIT, I SEE THE VISION!
Murray doesn't even say anything to byler directly, but when he does inevitably cross paths with them again in s5, he turns on the most blatant love song that perfectly applies to their situation/feelings, and while they're just sitting there awkwardly, we watch!
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pomfiores · 7 months
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the nice thing about living at work being offline for chunks at a time is the people u used to really dislike seeing on the dash (by no one's fault, promise), it doesn't really bother you anymore when you see them pop up as recs or smth. like. neat. lol. it's nice! it's comforting. i feel like I've def moved on from things, its liberating.
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seiwas · 29 days
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sel i don't mean to pry but your "inspired by real events" tag on your latest kiri post....hope you and your lovebug are okay :(
omg nonie hello 🥺 akdkksjd you are so sweet 🥺 that’s my bad!! the bf and i are very good, nothing to worry about there 🥺 but thank you for the well wishes 🥺💗
the ‘inspired by real events’ is just about a couple we’re really good friends with that recently decided to end things ☹️ & we kind of formed a little group too so it’s just all sorts of sad rn. one of them retold their final conversation the other day and it’s just ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️
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catboydan · 10 months
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tag list so you can mute my ass during the good omens s2 release period
#good omens <- everything related incl. s1
#gos2 <- season 2 specific things, including teasers etc
#gos2spoilers <- what it says on the tin. i'll tag actual spoilers with this, but NOT stuff we've been shown in teasers. will be in use primarily AFTER release, once we can watch, for obvious reasons
(it'll get tagged with all relevant, so a post about s1 will get #good omens, a post about s2 teasers will get #good omens and #gos2, and an actual spoiler will get those two plus #gos2spoilers. if u don't wanna see any GO stuff, just filtering #good omens will be enough)
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luxraydyne · 10 months
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it feels like ever since being disappointed by nirvana initiative i just keep finding more indie games that are doing metafiction in such inventive and meaningful and interesting ways all of which to say holy Shit MOTHERED is fucking insane sauce
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killa-trav · 11 months
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one normal day from this club is all i ask for i beg
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erotetica · 2 years
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Vaire in constant Ainu osanwe with Manwe and Varda bc they see/hear everywhere. This is what she takes down in her weaving.
In contact w/ Namo, not privy to his foresight but to his role as undertaker. Manwe and Varda’s senses don’t extend to the Halls, bc when you’re dead you leave Arda and aren’t anywhere. So the only record of how earthy events really impact Children’s souls is in her tapestry. The tapestry not as empirical record of observable events, but as record of Everything, from any being’s POV.
Vaire, basically, through investigative journalism and intuition, knowing as much about Doom and the make-up of Arda as Namo. Through her own discovery, without the gift of foresight.
& Vaire pondering Ea itself, not just Arda. Which Namo is too afraid to do. She doesn’t have the might for creation that the principal Valar do, but she knows more than any of them. In this way, she is more than the mightiest of them. Melkor never bothered to understand the world beyond what he needed to know to drive it like a car.
Vaire, who made Time, set the rails for natural law to run on. She built the gd road.
If he was wise enough to see his real rival he wouldn’t be destroying lamps or Trees. He’s not unmaking anything that matters.
#thinking abt it. thinking abt her#ungoliant could have told him but she didn’t :)#I still think they’re sisters.#oh it’s not for latent sibling love that she kept her silence tho but the thing#where ‘evil’ ainur get less powerful/more grounded in the physical#means she can’t eat the linear-ness of time#tolkien#valar#headcanon#this is re: the Vaire sequel of the Namo fic which still percolates#so 2 b clear abt the melkor thing: he’s pulling the wrong thread (geddit. weaving.)#his canon actions don’t undo the universe into his ideal entropic…thing#bc they can’t.#this is all at a vast cosmic perspective.#there is still the thesis of: luthien changed the gd fabric of the universe bc she said pwease#like…the universe is predetermined. until the Children say nah. then it moves#esp with mortals#by the fourth age dominion of men etc the Course of Arda is like a ping pong arcade game#mortals leave the circles of the world when they die. and they carry that wildcard chaos with them all their lives too#what I mean by ping pong 4th age isn’t like what luthien did#which gave Namo a different cable package#he can still see from her>to dagor dagorath or w/e#but his perspective on the universe changes#his perspective on what the creation work the valar did/the role their work plays in the music/the nature of the universe. the valar are#as powerless as men/men are as powerful as the Powers etc etc#ping pong ie by their choices the secondborn make Ea mutable#Eru’s 1st theme is elves the 2nd is humans 3rd is mutability. bc the world is the Children’s the valar are just living in it:)#anyway if you stare at Vaire’s tapestry for a long time you see the subtext which is: I know what the Themes are. melkor. you idiot.#‘bro stop struggling you’re not a mammal that fatally oxygenates in 80 years you can’t change shit’
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captain-daryn · 3 months
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The moment when you have some sort of acute pain anywhere in your body, and then Dr Google says you’ve got cancer and have 3 seconds to live
#For context#I’ve had a pain in my lower leg/ankle/foot area on and off the last couple weeks#Today it came back#I have an ace bandage on it bc compression helped last time I was feeling it#I was telling my coworker about it a few weeks ago and he said I should see a doctor#But I did that thing where you’re like “nah it’s okay. It’s not really that bad.”#And of course when I’m in my bed and still in pain my brain catastrophizes and gets me panicking#Other people are allowed to be hurt and go to the doctor#But not me#maybe it’s cuz I was called a hypochondriac as as kid about my pain that makes me embarrassed to go to the doctor#Like I’m wasting their time and my time and my money over something that will probably go away eventually#I have severe flat feet too so that might be contributing to it#I’ve also only ever had one physical in my life and it wasn’t even like a full physical#The doctor literally just looked at me standing still and checked my weight and height and cleared me for track when I was like 13#I’m tired of being in pain#But my usual pain is like a 3-4 most of the time#Sometimes a 5 when it’s really acute#And it usually goes away#So like should I really waste time and money going to the doctor for it?#I’m also scared they might find something severely wrong with me and ya know what they say: ignorance is bliss#Idk#im rambling now#its been a rough like two weeks now#I’m just trying to keep going#I know my mental health does not help the situation in the slightest but I’m trying to work on it
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desert-dyke · 7 months
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I told my booktube friend I'm reading 1984 and she asked me what I thought of it so far and I was like "it's got good ideas but the writing can be a bit annoying. It's pretty infodumpy" and she was like "Yeah I can see that" and then later in the conversation she mentioned a part that made her so mad and she was curious what I thought. And so I thought oh maybe it's a wild twist? No. I'm pretty sure I got to the part and it's the main character reading a book to another character which he reads verbatim for like a good chunk of the chapter. I was like absolutely fuck off
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konigsblog · 4 months
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https://twitter.com/xruals/status/1737511865872195836?t=G7AKuAjirXDYnKdPvvJSbg&s=19
Nah bc this just makes me think of Simon 🥴
size difference - simon riley x afab!f!reader
i'm so sorry but i laughed out loud because the guy was edited, you can see he's warped, idk i just thought it was funny icl 😭😭
but, i'd never pass down an opportunity to write for a size kink.. :3 and ESPECIALLY with simon riley, because he's MASSIVE.
cw: size difference, size kink !! :''33
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simon is absolutely infatuated with your small size. he's utterly obsessed with the way your small hand wraps around his thick cock so tightly, fingers barely touching as you stroke him slowly, and how despite your small size, you take him awfully well without complaints, only small cries as he smacks against your bruised cervix repetitively, abusing your pretty cunt.
he loves to hold your waist as the size difference makes him even harder. wrapping his burly arms around your small waist, gripping your hip gently and encouraging you to ride his thick and large thigh whilst you pumped his veiny, hard dick slowly and sloppily.
you buried your face into his brute chest, moans muffled as you began to grind your sensitive pussy against his thigh. simon praised you with a sweet and loving tone, chuckling quietly and deeply when you began to rock your hips even faster, more erratically through your orgasm. the soft sensation of your wet, cotton panties against your clit causing you to moan out through pleasure and ecsasty, your core tightening as you felt your orgasm building up.
simon wrapped his larger hand around yours to guide you up and down, dragging your smaller hand up and down his shaft while he groaned quietly, muttering praise into your ear as you continued to get off on him, his little plaything...
you dipped your digits into your soaked and transparent panties, fingers reaching down to curl inside your slicken, wet hole as you began rubbing your clothed, dripping pussy against him even faster, panting as you rutted against him needily. there was a clear and obvious wet patch on his jeans, which could've only been caused by you and your horniness.
simon felt your thumb run over his pink, thick tip, almost sending him over the edge as he breathed out heavily through gritted teeth, a grunt just barely passing through his clenched jaw. he slapped your tight ass painfully and abruptly; impatiently ordering for you to rock your hips faster as you'd teased him too much, all whilst you continued to pant like a stupid dog and fuck your fingers into your hole ‘til you turned stupid, your slit and folds raw and sensitive to the touch. :(
mmf', simon couldn't get enough of that fucked-out expression plastered on your face! your fingers became coated in sweet, dripping cum, simon's abdomen and rough hand dripping with his hot, sticky load. you collected his milky, oozing cum onto your smaller fingers, pushing it inside your ruined panties as you grinded against your palm, pushing his semen into you and whining for his attention and love and care. :3
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ln444 · 6 months
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my english love affair
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cw: MDNI+18, f!reader, strangers to lovers, soulmates au, fluff, smut, maybe slight angst? depends on how you see it lol, fingering (f), penetration, soft dirty talk, a lot (like a lot) of kissing and sharing long gazes, whipped lando again bc im obsessed sorry.
now playing: english love affair by 5sos, let me by zayn.
notes: omg this took so long 😭 i'm not really confident abt my smut, i feel like i'm writing fluff way better but i hope you like it!! i might write a part 2, let me know if you like this one! enjoy🤍
requested by anon | requests open!
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“when the lights go out, she's all i ever think, i can't forget my english love affair, today i'm seven thousand miles away”
the thought of finally going back to his f1 driver life fills lando with excitement. sure, lando loves england — it's his home, after all. but nothing can compare to the rush he feels when he's in an f1 car, traveling all around the world and meeting his fans.
for his last night town, lando's friends convinced him to hit the club. normally, he prefers staying in to rest before the start of the season but a little fun doesn't hurts, right? he won't have much time to do it during the grand prix.
despite his fame, lando still gets surprised when someone recognizes him, especially at the club. he knows he's known for his looks, and he's aware of the attention from admirers, but it still catches him off guard in real life. sometimes, the attention can be overwhelming, especially when he just wants to have a good time with his friends and ends up with some overly clingy girls.
lando decides to excuse himself, seeking some fresh air. the pressure of the coming season is getting to him, and the situation doesn't help. he finds a quiet spot with a few people smoking and making out, leans against the wall, and closes his eyes for a moment, letting out a relieved sigh.
suddenly, a voice startles him from his thoughts, "did your friends force you to come here too?" his head jerks towards you, and you're standing beside him, out of nowhere. he takes time to answer, surprised by your unexpected presence. after realizing that he left you without any response, he clears his throat, a bit confused, "nah, just needed some fresh air" he mumbles, a small smile forming on his lips. you chuckle slightly, and comment "not surprised, having so many girls fawning over you must be exhausting", there's a small hint of tease in your voice that makes lando's smile grows.
finally, as he turns to study your features under the soft glow of the night lights, lando finds himself entranced by your captivating beauty, the grace of your features leaving an indelible impression on him. he can't help but get lost in your eyes shining in the dim illumination, making it difficult for him to look away. it takes him a good minute to quickly look away, thanking the night for hiding his rosé cheeks.
he gazes at the sky, trying to think of something to say that doesn't sound awkward — and also trying to get his shit together. he suddenly feels the need to make a good impression. "i mean, it's not that i don't appreciate the attention, but wow, they can be quite persistent."
his hands find their way into the pockets of his jacket, and his eyes avoid meeting yours, fearing he might get lost in them again. "yeah, i know. they're my friends," you say with a small chuckle, not because he's making fun of them, but more because of the use of the term 'friends.'
lando's eyes widen, and he turns to you, 'i'm sorry, i didn't mean to-' but he stops himself, looking down, feeling too embarrassed to find the right words. you laugh softly and move closer to him, your shoulders brushing and lando can feel his body tense up due to the closeness.
"hey, it's okay. i don't really consider them my friends, anyway," you say nonchalantly and lando lets out a sigh of relief, a smile slowly spreading on his face. "wow, that's nice for them", you both laugh and lando doesn't miss the way you subtly lean into him, your shoulders finally touching. he turns his head away from you, clearing his throat once more, trying to control the warmth spreading through his body.
"hey", you suddenly call out after a minute of tranquil silence and lando dares to meet your gaze, instantly regretting when he's captivated by your radiant eyes. he finds himself unable to look away and you both share an intense, unspoken connection, as if you've known each other for years. everything feels perfectly right at this moment.
"wanna get out of here?" you finally suggest, your words barely more than a whisper, your focus entirely on lando's mesmerizing eyes. you take his hand, both fitting perfectly like two puzzle pieces and you let him drag you in the dark streets.
after a walk filled with stolen gaze and silly conversations, you found yourself on lando's couch, engrossed in his f1 souvenirs and you have never felt so much passion, feeling your heart soften every time your see that sparkles in his eyes. lando never thought that his night will end up like this. sure, he might ended up with a girl from the club like he usually do, but this time was different. he never really experienced this; having sweet and innocent conversations with a stranger from a club. the atmosphere is tranquil yet there's a subtle tension in the air.
lando couldn't help but be his flirty self, playfully teasing you from time to time. however, your responses makes him somewhat nervous — it's a new sensation to him, having a girl making him feel this way. perhaps it's the way you gazes at him with patience and attention, your lovely smile that you share generously with him or how closely you listen to his random f1 stories. lando and you end up scrolling through photos in his phone, with him recounting the stories behind each one. he couldn't help but feel his heart melt your reactions; your smiles, your laughs, and your curiosity as you ask for more details and share your own anecdotes.
a soothing silence descended, and the two of you sit beside each other, thighs and shoulders lightly touching. lando struggles to contain the fluttering feeling in his stomach when you turn to look at him. he dares to meet your gaze, trying to focus on your eyes rather than your enticing lips. lost in each other eyes, you can't tear your gazes away. a brand new emotion envelops both of you, one that's strangely familiar yet undeniably unique, as though destiny has brought you together in this very moment and lando can't help but wonder if soulmates might actually exist.
you finally speak, after what feels like an eternity, in a soft voice, "you can kiss me, lando", you whisper like it's a secret. lando stomach tighten and he don't even take the time to answer, gently placing his hand on your cheek to pull you for a shy kiss. your lips discover each other, timidly and your hands instinctively slides around his neck to pull him closer.
you can't seem to get enough of each other, savoring every moment as you explore each other's mouths. lando's hand venture on your hips, and the chill of his touch sends shivers down your spine, as you suppress a soft moan in your throat. the kiss grows more intense, both of you yearning for more. without the need for words, you share an unspoken understanding of each other's needs, as if you've been intimately connected for ages. out of breath, you both finally pull away, foreheads touching, sharing a playful gaze, giggling and blushing like teenagers experiencing their very first kiss.
after one last sweet peck on the lips, lando takes your hand and stands, guiding you towards the bedroom, careful not to stumble due to both your impatience and the lingering dizziness of that passionate kiss.
not wasting time, he gently guides you onto the bed, positioning himself on top of you. he can't resist the urge to pause and admire you, your eyes shimmering in the soft glow of the dim lights. before he gets lost in that gaze, his eyes roam to study every detail of your face, causing you to blush and squirm beneath him. your arms tighten around his neck, and you chuckle, bringing lando back to the present. "like what you see?" you whisper, stealing a smile from him as he draws closer, his lips teasingly brushing against yours. "oh, absolutely," he murmurs before capturing your lips in a kiss. this time, it feels different; electrifying.
lando's hands slips, beneath your dress, and this time a whimper escapes your lips, making lando smirk through the kiss. his hands dares to explore the skin of your thighs, creating an unusual feeling in your stomach — and making your pussy slightly throb. your fingers finds their way into his curls, gripping onto them as the kiss becomes messier; your tongues dancing together.
"just take it off already" you huff and puff, seeing lando struggling and he lets out a chuckle "damn, someone is impatient", he says, teasing you, before finally taking your dress off. his eyes travel your body, and you've never felt so vulnerable, your cheeks burning. lando let out an unwanted groan, completely loving the view and he stares a bit too long until you pull him for another kiss to put him out of his thoughts. he takes a moment to kiss you back and it's your turn to slide your hands beneath his shirt, playing with the lines of his abdomen, making him moan softly against your lips.
after a good minute of kissing and touching, you finally take off his shirt and his pants, on the way, leaving you both in your underwear. lando leaves kisses along your jawline, going down to your chest, his hand sliding in your back to unbutton your bra and the way your boobs bounce out of it makes lando groan, feeling his erection grows. your grip on his hair gets tighter as you watch him play with your nipples, flicking it and licking it and the view drives you crazy.
you moan his name softly, pulling on his hair to make him look at you and you share a long stare, full of lust, both craving for more. you pull him for a sloppy kiss, trying to show how impatient you are and lando gets the message, pulling down your panties and getting rid of his boxers.
lando's mouth leaves yours and is replaced by his fingers, stealing a whimper from you. your eyes meets his as you suck on his fingers and, if they could, his eyes would burn holes into yours. lando found himself getting more and more impatient, the way you suck on his fingers with that irresistible look making it harder for him to contain it.
pulling out his fingers out of your mouth and without leaving your eyes for a second, his two fingers found your hole, slipping gently in it and you throw instinctively your head backwards, a moan escaping your mouth. lando take a good look at you in that position before taking the opportunity to leave kisses on your exposed neck, fighting the urge to suck on it to not leave marks, not wanting to overstep your boundaries.
"feeling okay?" he whispers softly, his breath hitting your skin, making it difficult for you to fight the whimpers escaping your mouth. lando takes a minute to look at you, to make sure that you don't feel any pain or discomfort.
"mmh'yes, you can move, please oh my god" you desperately says and lando can't help but pull you for another messy kiss. his fingers start moving in you, stretching your walls and you become a moaning mess, your eyes closing and lando takes advantage of it to admire you, his moves getting faster and faster.
"are you close, princess?" he murmurs close to your lips, feeling your body trembling and hearing the way your moans gets louder. you can only shake your head; feeling the bottom of your stomach getting warmer and the nickame almost make you choke on your moans. lando slows down to make scissors movements, his thumb rubbing your clit to help you reach your climax. he can't take off his eyes of you, inspecting every aspect of your face; the way your face crunches and your mouth is slightly open to let multiple sounds out of it. he could almost come just by this sight, his own crotch getting bigger.
with a loud and long moan, you finally climax, arching your back and lando plant soft pecks on your neck, whispering sweet words to you and telling you how good you're doing. breathless, you absently stroke his hair and close your eyes for a moment trying to calm the beat of your heart but lando makes it hard; his hands traveling your body and his lips attached to the skin of your neck.
the sudden emptiness when lando pulls out his fingers make you whimper and he lift his head to meet your gaze — he lost count of how many times he got lost in your eyes tonight. your hand make its way to his cock and the sudden touch makes lando slightly startle, a groan leaving his mouth. before you start stroking it, his hand comes to stop you immediately and you look at him, confused and with a hint of worry; silently asking him if you did something wrong.
"wanna fuck you now or i might go crazy", he says, almost whimpering and you slightly laugh, pulling his face closer to yours. "someone is impatient huh", you tease, a small smirk forming on your lips and he can't help but mirror that smirk. "how can i not when you look at me like that?" he takes your bottom lip between his teeth before kissing you again, his body getting closer and his cock brushing on your pussy makes you both moan through the kiss. you take his dick, once again, in your hand to guide it through your hole this time. and slowly, he penetrates you, a long groan escaping his lips at how tight you feel around him and you break the kiss to moan loudly.
"so fucking tight, baby, just for me", he mumbles close to your lips and you can't even answer, too overwhelmed by the way he's filling you — and his dirty words. when you finally adjust, he doesn't waste any minutes and start moving. you both moan in unison, holding into each other like your life depends on it. he watches you go crazy over his cock; the way your eyes gets watery, the way you hold into the sheets — your other hand too busy pulling his hair —, the way you can't control the continuous moans, his name slipping out of your mouth from time to time and encouraging him to go deeper into you. and he does go deeper, slowing down the pace to thrust into you as deep as he can, reaching your sensitive spot.
"right here? like that, baby?" he moans, feeling you tightening around him. his voice makes it harder for you to hold your growing orgasm. your hand leaves the sheets to hold onto his shoulder, your nails crawling into his skin. lando suddenly feels the urge to look at you in the eyes — maybe because his orgasm is getting close too. his hand finds a way to your neck, his fingers wrapping around it gently "look at me, angel", he says in a husky voice that could make you come at any moment. struggling to keep your eyes open, you try your best to hold his gaze, the way he's looking at you making you insane.
his thrusts gets faster and you can't control the sounds escaping from your mouth anymore. you look away for a moment, too overwhelmed and lando's hand travels to your face, cupping it gently to keep it straight "eyes on me, love". you obey, meeting his gaze and it's all too much for you.
you don't even have to use words for lando to understand that you're getting close, the way your eyes gets watery and your body shakes is enough. with his hand going back to your throat, lando accompany you into your orgasm, enjoying the way you scream his name and you manage to hold his gaze. his own orgasm comes a few minutes after yours and he makes sure to pull out before ejaculating, his groans echoing in the room. he immediately falls besides you and you both just stay like this: his leg over yours, your hand still in his hair as you try to catch your breath. lando uses his last drops of strength to grab a tissue from the nightstand and clean his fresh cum on your stomach.
he pulls you close again, linking your legs together and letting you play with his hair. the silence is so peaceful; the warm of your bodies making you both relax immediately. a smile unconsciously forms on lando's lips at the sight of your tired face, your eyes shining in the almost dark atmosphere of the night. you look back at him, smiling back and giggling, making lando raise an eyebrow in confusion.
"what's so funny?" he says, fighting the smile growing on his lips. "i just slept with the lando norris", you tease and lando groans, hiding his face in his arm. "i knew you were a fan!" he replies playfully, playing along. you laugh in sync and lando's heart feels at peace; all the worries about the incoming season completely forgotten. your hand gently plays with his curls as you absently stare at the ceiling, an unbeatable smile on your face.
lando, on the other side, can't take his eyes off you, watching you slowly fall asleep and enjoying your fingers in his hair. and just before you completely close your eyes, you turn to him, offering him a last kiss; so tender and passionate that your hearts both might burst out of your chests. pulling out, lando watches you fall asleep, not fighting the smile on his face anymore.
he usually struggles to sleep before an important day but this time, his mind is only filled with you and this night spent by your side. and just like that, it's lando's turn to meet the sandman.
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with a groan, lando struggles to reach and silence the blaring alarm. the morning sunlight aggressively shines through the curtain, making him shield his face with his arm, staying in half asleep state for a minute as he gradually gets out of it.
then it suddenly hits him; you're no longer beside him.
lando suddenly starts to panic, jolting him into full wakefulness. he springs out of the bed and desperately search for any signs of you in every room of his apartment but you're nowhere to be found. he mutters curses under his breath, passing a hand to his messy hair — the thought of you messing his hair last night making him even more frustrated. defeated, he returns to the bedroom, his gaze falling on the tousled sheets where everything happened. as lando realizes that he didn't even ask for your name, frustration festered within him, causing him to clench his hair.
however, amidst his self reproach, a small piece of paper on the nightstand catch his attention, and he immediately rushes to it.
"we will meet again, i promise. you're going to kill it, lovely boy. y/n, x"
lando can't even fight the smile creeping on his lips, his heart softening — it was beating way too fast just by the thought of not even knowing your name. he sinks back onto the bed, your smell immediately hitting him and making him even happier. he reads those few words repeatedly and his hands falls onto his chest, holding the paper close to his heart as he whispers your name again and again, savoring its melodious sound. lando can't help but tell himself that soulmates might exist.
"i am going to kill it,", lando murmured to himself, a foolish grin etching on his face.
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norrizzandpia · 3 months
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Omg PLS turn this into a fic 😭😭😭😭
I turned this into a small blurb bc i can see this happening for lando way too much lol
She Calls Me Daddy Too (LN4)
Summary: When Y/n and Lando are having dinner at her house with her parents, Y/n asks her father to pass the salt. Too bad she didn’t specify which one she was referring to.
Warnings: inferences of Lando’s daddy kink lol, a moment of awkward silence after lando spills the deets on their sex life
Lando had met Y/n’s parents a multitude of times before. They loved him, continuously talked about how they couldn’t wait to attend their daughter’s and his wedding one day. Anyone could see how much they adored him for their daughter, so as they talked at the dinner table one Sunday night, there was no passing silence or awkward bubble where everyone was trying to figure what to say next. The conversation always flowed.
A homemade meal made from Y/n’s mother and father made her smile as she bit into the chicken her dad had smoked for the family. Usually, he was gracious with the seasoning and spices, but, for whatever reason, this time he had lacked on the salt portion.
She frowned slightly, “Daddy, can you pass me the salt?”
The next few moments were pulled from Y/n and Lando’s worst nightmares. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw Lando, too invested in the delicious food melting in his mouth to think, nod his head and begin to move his hand toward the glass container. All at once, her father moved in the same way too. Their hands knocked each other’s as they both reached the salt at the same time.
Y/n paled.
Lando, finally realizing what he had just done, started coughing on his food.
“Oh, honey,” Y/n’s mom yelped, concerned, as Lando clutched his chest, trying to control the food in his mouth.
Y/n’s father, the poor man, stilled in his seat with his fork and knife still grasped in his hands. All he could do was look helplessly between Lando and Y/n, his daughter and her boyfriend, as his brain caught up with the implications of the past actions made by Lando.
Lando flopped back down in his chair, “Um, I’m- uh, I’m so sorry.”
Y/n didn’t dare to look anyone at the table in the eye.
Her father cleared his throat and slid the salt across the table to Y/n, the scratching achingly loud in the silence, “Thank you, dad.”
He mustered a smile, “No problem, sweetie.”
Nobody said anything for the next ten minutes, everyone shoving food down their throats in an effort to make an excuse for not conversing. When her mother finally had enough of it all and started pouring everyone generous glasses of wine, the four loosened up.
And, as they all stumbled to the door, Lando and Y/n’s Uber waiting outside, her father patted Lando on the back, “Whatever happens behind closed doors, I don’t want to know about. Got it, son?”
Lando’s cheeks and ears reddened, “Yes, got it. Sorry again.”
Her mother shook her head with a drunken smile and waved her hand, “Nah, you’re okay. We were once young and in love too. It’s all we could think abo-”
Y/n squealed, “MOM!”
At that, Y/n was pulling Lando away from the godforsaken dinner and into the back of their car.
She would go on to refuse to call him daddy later that night.
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f1rodrigo · 2 months
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the mclaren boy mystery | part two
l. norris / o. piastri
summary: in which your boyfriend is a formula one driver for team mclaren and when you finally decide it's time to start hinting to the world, the internet is confused on exactly which driver is your boyfriend. pairing: social media au || lando norris / oscar piastri x reader fc: jazmyn makenna a/n: sorry this took a little longer than i expected! it was so fun to make though. i didn't want to say who she's actually with because i feel like it's fun for the readers to have to figure that out too! so please share any guesses you have lol i'm interested to see what people think the outcome will be. hope you enjoy and thank you sm for reading<3
part one | sweet relief series | valentine's day drabble
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yourusername happy birthday to my favorite brother, i love you and am so grateful to know i have someone in my life who looks after me like you do<3 here's my fav pics of us of course they're all racing related lol, our first love
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yourbrother "my favorite brother"... As far as I know I am your only brother 😐
⤷ yourusername 🥱🥱🥱🥱 technicalities
yourbrother Thank you least favorite sister, miss those days. Have to get back out on the karting track, been too long since I've beaten you
⤷ yourusername been too long since you've been beaten, you mean?
⤷ yourbrother Yeah, yeah we'll let the track times speak for themselves
⤷ user1 ok but we have to admit the brother sister banter is kind of adorable
⤷ user2 no bc she seems so sweet 😭
user3 nah because what is max verstappen doing in this girls likes now????
⤷ user4 and the plot thickens 😯
user5 she saw everyone calling her a fake f1 fan and said take a look at this
user6 yn hater club how you guys feeling right about now
⤷ user7 🤡🤡🤡🤡
user8 honestly kind of hope she's dating one of them
⤷ user9 yall switch up so fast please 😭😭
user10 seriously..... you HAD to only post f1 related photos lmfao so totally pandering to the landoscar fans
user11 f1 school of wags next graduate
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landonorris DOUBLE PODIUM!!!!!!!! couldn't have asked for a better race, congrats @/oscarpiastri and a huge thanks as always to @/mclaren 🧡
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user1 I SAY THATS MY BABY AND IM SO PROUD 😭
user2 mclaren double podium... oh i used to pray for times like these
user3 oscar piastri you are insane omfg
user4 MY POOKIES LOOK AT THEM !!!!!!!!! 🫂
user5 save me landoscar SAVE ME
yourusername jumping up and down screaming and crying losing my mind
⤷ landonorris you should probably get that checked out....
⤷ user6 THATS IT, ITS YN AND LANDO IM CALLING IT
⤷ user7 nah nah nah this is so giving gf of the bestie banter
⤷ user8 agreed hopping on the oscaryn train 💪🏻
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yourusername qatar gp smiles <3 practice timeeee
📸 @/kellypiquet
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kellypiquet so beautiful
⤷ yourusername all you
landonorris eye spy a mclaren car down there?
⤷ yourusername ? i just see a tractor
⤷ landonorris not funny. 😐
⤷ yourusername i certainly laughed
⤷ oscarpiastri same actually
⤷ user1 i dont know how much longer i can take this
⤷ user2 GUYSSSS i am telling you its so oscaryn
⤷ user3 WHAT literally look at the Proof its so landoyn 🥱
⤷ user4 i am giggling we're literally in a shipwar
user5 she's so pretty i'm sorry guys i love her 😵‍💫
⤷ user6 well yes!
user7 patiently waiting for one of the mcl boys to main feed post her then we know for sure ‼️
⤷ user8 at this rate it still won't clear anything up
lilymhe miss u beautiful
⤷ yourusername omg i miss u more ms lily
⤷ user9 she has The wag stamp of approval WE MOVE!
user10 theres four e's at the end of 'time'....... landos number is 4 i've got it guys 😃😃
⤷ user11 seek medical attention STAT
⤷ user12 bro thinks this is a taylor swift album release
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yourusername oscar piastri sprint race winner AND mclaren double podium, better start calling me the good luck charm
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user1 nah bc you're onto something.....
user2 she can't be serious 😐
⤷ user3 well no shit it's just an instagram caption
user4 i cannot be the only one who finds the caption extremely weird
⤷ user5 nah i'm with you i've never liked her 🙄
⤷ user6 its just so odd like forcing yourself into the mclaren narrative completely taking away from the boys achievements writing it off as your own doing...
⤷ user7 omfg yall are so dramatic just say you're jealous they're not dating you lmfao
⤷ user8 no fr because it is not that serious it's clearly a joke like she loves them cmon now
mclaren BRB getting your paddock passes for the duration of the season
⤷ yourusername i'm giggling, i love you guys 😙
⤷ user9 see mclaren is fine with it so yall should be too
⤷ user10 now i'm going to need all the haters to sit DOWN and shut the fuck UP
oscarpiastri wait can you send me that picture
⤷ yourusername i literally did already but okay
⤷ oscarpiastri ok could do with less attitude
⤷ yourusername you have not seen real attitude piastri
⤷ oscarpiastri 😧
⤷ user11 i think this just converted me to team oscar
⤷ user12 nah this is literally landoyn confirmation
landonorris 🍀
⤷ user13 i am picking up what he's putting down
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part one | sweet relief series | valentine's day drabble
taglist:
@landoscar-f1 , @urfavnoirette , @imsiriuslyreal
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reverie-starlight · 5 months
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just some quick suna fluff bc I’ve been having strong feelings for him as of late.
gn!reader, no physical descriptions. fluff fluff fluff!!!! slightly lovey-dovey. still getting used to writing him so it might feel a bit choppy but he’s fun to practice dialogue with <3
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“rin, quick- what colour are my eyes?”
he looks up from his phone to see you covering your eyes with one hand. in the other is your own phone, screen lit up with some paused video.
“why?”
you click your tongue and his mouth twitches. “because I want to see how well you know me, obviously.”
he raises an eyebrow at that. “do you really think after all these years I don’t know your eye colour?”
“just go with it!” you plead, and then continue with a “please, rin?”
with all the confidence in the world and zero hesitation, he says “pink.”
the speed at which your hand comes down to hit the bed you’re both sitting on forces a sly grin onto his pretty face. your face is priceless and your eyes are as stunning as ever. it makes his heart skip a beat.
“I swear-“
you look completely done with him, so obviously this means he can’t help but mess with you some more. he puts on a bewildered expression acts like he’s surprised.
“no, seriously, I think you have pink eye or something, babe. I thought you knew already.”
you blink and the annoyed look on your face turns into worry. he watches you switch to the camera app and examine your eyes. “RIN!”
he can’t help but snicker and beckon you over to cuddle into his side. you do, despite being cross with him, and he soothes you with a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry baby, it was too easy. of course I know the colour of your eyes.”
you roll them and nod a bit, sulking.
he blinks and tries to figure out what’s happening in front of him before realizing there‘s probably something else going on. he thinks back to the paused video he saw on your screen earlier and recalls that it was one of those street interviews that tests couples.
he’s seen them, of course, and has always made fun of the guys who don’t even know the most basic shit about their partners.
and then something clicks in his brain. are you scared he’s like them? you should know by now that he’s not, but he knows that sometimes doubt and insecurity creep in against your will, so he holds you tighter and flicks your forehead.
“I know you like the back of my hand, eye colour included. I’m always paying attention to you, even when you don’t realize it.”
you nod again, but you don’t look completely convinced yet. he scratches his chin as he thinks some more of how to make you feel better.
plan A is to flirt, because as much as you deny it, he knows you secretly like the attention and compliments he gives you.
he tilts your chin up to look at him and smiles a little, examining your eyes. “yup, still the prettiest shade I’ve ever seen. I never get tired of looking into them.”
you can’t hold the eye contact for long (you never can and he absolutely adores it) and gently pry his hand off so you can turn away.
“stoppp,” you say in a voice that makes it clear to him you don’t mean it.
because he knows you and all of your cues and he’ll spend every day proving it to you if he needs to.
“getting shy on me? you were so fiery earlier, what happened?”
you knock your forehead against his shoulder. “shut up.” there’s a smile in your voice now and he doesn’t even need to look at you to confirm that fact.
“nah, I’ll keep going. I hate to say it ‘cause you need to be humbled sometimes, but you’re, like, really hot or whatever.”
your head shoots up and you gape at him. “I need to be humbled?” there’s the hint of a laugh at the end of your sentence and he just shrugs.
“hey, I’m not the one who gets off on messing with their partner.”
you gasp and do let out a laugh this time, hitting his shoulder. “yes you are, you dick!”
and you allow the slander because you know suna, too. this is his way of acknowledging that you’re upset, not bringing it up and bringing you out of that state without being dismissive. he always knows exactly what you need and how to make it better.
after a few more minutes of back and forth, you’re giggling into his chest and he’s just smiling up at the ceiling while rubbing your back. a familiar warm feeling settles in his heart.
“better?” he asks.
you sigh happily against him and he feels you nod.
“good, because plan B was pretending to fall off the bed and hoping you laugh.” he’s half joking, but if it really comes down to it, he knows he’d bend over backwards to see you happy.
you snort, but you feel fuzzy at his words. you seem to realize the same thing going through his mind in that moment.
“thank you.”
he’s not sure if you’re thanking him for cheering you up or for simply knowing you, but his response covers both meanings anyway.
“my pleasure.”
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he’s insufferable and I love him and this kinda sucks but in my defence I wrote it last night in like twenty-five minutes.
@dira333 here’s your tag!!!
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bihanspookies · 4 months
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Hey I’d like a request 👉🏻👈🏻
Can I please have headcanons on how the lin Kuei brothers + Liu Kang and Raiden would react to catching their s/o in their clothes?
OOO my first request, thanks anon 🫶
I went a little diff with this, I hope you don’t mind 🧍‍♂️
Warnings: nothing really, scent kink?? In raidens?? But very minor
Bi-Han
• Wonders what in the hell you’re doing.
• Finds himself wanting to see if you’d put more of his uniform on. Depending on if you put it right or wrong, he’d show you the proper way.
• Not that it mattered because he was sure he’d take it all off after anyway.
• Stares in silence as he takes in your appearance, arms crossed over his chest and an unreadable expression on his face. It’s even more difficult to tell what he’s thinking bc he’s wearing his mask. He had walked in on you cleaning your bedroom. You had found some of his spare things, wearing his arm bands and gloves just to see how they’d fit. He studies you and the way you admired the fine details.
• Feels something stirring in his chest as you twisted and turned your arms, the gloves having to be readjusted since they kept sliding down a bit.
• Eventually walks up to you, his sudden looming presence over you causing you to jump in surprise. You barely have time to say anything before he gently but firmly grabs your jaw in his large hand.
“What is this? What are you doing?” His voice is gruff, so deep that you feel is vibrate throughout your sternum. You can’t help but stare in his dark eyes, getting lost in their depths as you try to think of a response.
“I was just… trying them on.” You finally reply, your voice low and meek.
He takes a deep breath, letting his eyes trail down your arms and then back to your face that was still being held by his hand.
“They suit you.” He runs his thumb over your lips, bringing it down to pull on your bottom one and drag over your chin. You can see something swirling in his eyes, something making a heat bloom in your stomach. He adjusts his grip on your jaw, grabbing you a bit tighter.
“Remove your clothes… but leave these on.”
Kuai Liang
• Keeps a neutral expression, but inside he’s entertained.
• Stands back and observes how you fidget with his mask to make sure it’s secured right.
• When he sees you pick up his kunai that’s when he gets a bit more alert but trusts that you have enough sense to not hurt yourself.
• Has an amused smirk on his face as he watches you click his mask into place and begin to gently twirl his kunai in a circle, arching your body away to not get nicked.
• He’s ready to step in if he sees you start to get out of hand but otherwise he’s enjoying you pretending to be him. He wonders briefly how you would look in his entire uniform and the thought has his smile grow just a bit more.
• Thinks about how his signature color of yellow would look a little too good against your skin and clears his throat before walking up to you.
“Shall we get you a mask of your own?” He mirths, a twinkle in his eyes. He grabs the kunai from you, adjusting it in your hands to have you hold it properly.
“Nah I quite like stealing and wearing yours.” Your voice is a bit muffled from his mask, eyes crinkling in the corners as you don’t even try and hide your smile.
His eyebrows raise, a quiet ‘oh’ on his lips before grinning. He tilts your head up with a knuckle under your chin, leaning down to whisper something in your ear.
“Maybe I will use it to silence you tonight.”
Tomas
• Contrary to popular belief I think he would be a bit more serious when it comes to you putting his uniform on. His uniform is a symbol of his honor and dedication to the Lin Kuei so he wears it with pride and doesn’t necessarily want you to wear it ‘just for fun’. Especially since he feels he has more to prove to his brothers.
• Taps his fingers against his crossed arms as he watches you adjust the top on yourself, running his tongue over his teeth when he sees you putting it on wrong. Goes up to you to help you put it on right, tugging it down and securing the straps. He’s not exactly gentle as he fixes it.
• You can see that he’s tense but all it takes is one soft look and he’s letting his shoulders relax and letting out a breath.
• You smile up at him and he takes a moment to look at you, taking in your features before dropping his gaze back to his uniform top.
• He’s more tender as he adjusts it, his fingers brushing against your skin. And when he goes behind you to check everything, he leans in close to your ear.
• His hands come around the front to pat you down, making your cheeks heat up a bit.
“You look good moje láska. Almost like a true Lin Kuei.” His voice is low and hot in your ear, a shiver running up your spine. He backs up and you turn around, taking in how he stands with his arms crossed, chin pointed up and out, light grey eyes shining brilliantly.
“I should put on the rest of the uniform then, huh?” You laugh, swallowing to sooth your suddenly parched throat. His aura changed, filling the air with a thick tension. He shakes his head, putting a hand up.
“Don’t bother, I’m going to take it all off anyway.”
He turns his hand palm up, silently demanding for yours and of course you comply. He tugs you to him, placing his hand on the small of your back as he takes his gaze up and down your body.
“I will teach you the true strength of a Lin Kuei.”
Liu Kang
• More laid back when it comes to this.
• Loves that you allow him to have these simple little moments with you, being a god doesn’t always give him the grace of having memories like these.
• He’s got a full grin on his face as he walks in on you wearing his headband and slipping your arms through the sleeves of his top.
• He can’t help but quietly chuckle as he watches you struggle to try and button it up, a thoughtful hand on his chin in amusement.
• He stays silent as he continues to observe you, biting back his laughter as you manage to get one button but then it immediately pops open.
• This time he makes his presence known, walking up to you to kiss your cheek and help with the buttons.
“You know this is meant to stay open, yes?”
You laugh and nod, feeling a small heat on your cheeks now aware that he was watching you fumble with his shirt this entire time.
“Seems like a design flaw if there are buttons for something that wasn’t meant to be buttoned.
His fingers start to do them but you place a hand on top of his to stop his movements.
“Leave it open. I should wear it properly right?”
His smirk takes over his lips, his hands dropping back to their sides and he steps back a bit. He watches you turn around, a teasing glance over your shoulder as you slowly drop his shirt off your shoulders. His glowing eyes taking in every inch of exposed skin.
Once his top is hanging in the crooks of your elbows, wastes no time in pressing himself against your back and putting his lips on your cheek.
“Perhaps I should show you how to properly take it off next.”
Raiden
• Thinks you look cute no matter what but in anything of his?
• Feels his love grow for you tenfold
• He walks into your room after a long hard day on the farm, shirtless and sweaty and fanning himself with a menu had had taken from Madam Bo’s. He couldn’t find his hat in the early morning so unfortunately he had to work without it in the blistering sun.
• He was ready to ask if you had seen it but stops when he sees it sitting right on your head, twisting and turning your neck to check yourself out in the mirror. He’s confused at first, wondering why you hadn’t given it to him in the first place.
• Until you say that you wanted to surprise him and fix it up.
• Blinks at you in shock because he didn’t think it needed fixing/that you noticed it wearing down.
“You… fixed it for me? Really?”
You nod and he can feel the tips of his start to redden, your kind gesture warming his heart and making him a bit flustered.
“I noticed it coming apart in some places and wanted to patch it up for you.”
His eyes soften and he looks at his hat on top of your head, admiring the fine work you did on it. You go to take it off but he stops you, removing your hands from the brim.
“It looks good on you darling, leave it on.” His voice is soft and steady but he can feel the blood on his ears rushing to color the rest of his face.
You smile at him and kiss his cheek, breathing in the scent of him working outside all day. It makes heat stir in your belly, having you nose your way up his throat and to his ear.
“Maybe it can be the only thing I leave on later tonight.”
Your suggestion has him flustered, stuttering out a response as he tries to form a coherent thought.
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