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Hey so I’ve mentioned this a lot of times on my main blog, but I wanted to put this out over here since it is Hallow’s Eve. I always give out little tchotchkes on Halloween along with candy. This year, I’ve completely switched over to 100% doohickeys and doodads— think mechanical pencils, shaped erasers, little notebooks, squishes, vampire teeth and spiders rings and all. It started years ago in college when I signed up for a dorm Halloween event where kids from an area that was too dangerous to really trick or treat through got bussed in to trick or treat at our dorm. I bought some candy and dollar store Halloween themed stuff with what i had. And you know what the kids went ape shit over?
Motherfucking. Mechanical. PENCILS!!
These kids could not get enough of them. They literally went “PENCILS??!” I had never seen kids get so hyped up for pencils lmao. They were the first things to go. Candy is fleeting; the little pencils you can bring to school to flex are eternal, until you inevitably lose one of the refill parts and then they aren’t but listen, in that one moment they are infinite. And its nice thinking that maybe some kids who don’t always have access to school supplies not only get them, but get them in fun shapes and designs.
Anyway. I recommend people to give out fun stuff like this not just because kids seem to genuinely enjoy them, but also because there’s this thing called the Teal Pumpkin Project here in America. You can put out a teal pumpkin to show that you are giving away non-candy items and sign your address up so parents of children with allergies know that there are houses their kids can safely and happily trick or treat at! It’s a win-win! Plus, if you accidentally bought too much, it’s not like candy— just pack it away, pencils and fidget spinners will be good next year, too! :)
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thealogie · 9 months
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That infamous tweet that’s like “people calling 20 year olds milfs…if you saw the moms I want to fuck you’d hurl” but it’s like…..if the blood/gore/cannibalism lovers on this website saw the psychosexual mind games the normie characters I’m into play, they’d hurl
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paranoidgemsbok · 5 months
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god i need a rental place to make soap and candles in
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never-wednesday · 7 months
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They should make a building that isn't a nightmare to navigate with a wheelchair
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doriansbutt · 1 year
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hey what’s it mean when you dream about living in your childhood home but like in your current living situation and also the bathroom ceiling is just leaking nonstop piss so much that it’s just spreading down the hallway and everything
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southislandwren · 11 months
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Ugh argh he’s just so pretty
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milf-harrington · 2 years
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i just remembered the time my cousin(18) almost tackled me off of the ramp when i surprised her one of the first few times i came back over the school holidays
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six-of-ravens · 2 months
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had to follow a Pavement Princess in the parkade today and holy shit. he could not have gone slower. like i was going parkade speed but i still had to fight to not tailgate this monstrosity so giant it could barely turn the corner. this thing is going to be the minotaur trapped in our labyrinth. also i think for the second time today i legitimately scared someone by following them, cause it turns out this guy parks only a couple stalls down from me, so we were engaged in a very slow-speed chase down 4 floors.
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evergreen-pumpkin · 4 months
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A snapshot of one morning, on a relaxed day with mild weather. Now imagine this when it's crowded or when it's raining or snowing.
Video description: POV from the lap of a wheelchair user. Very shaky. OP is going downhill on a fall day. Lots of trees and fallen leaves around. There are construction trucks to the left in the very beginning. Every now and then, you can see a German Shepherd on the left. Second obstacle shows a food robot crossing the sidewalk to drive in front of OP, but it stops suddenly and OP crashes into it. OP continues down the hill until she reaches another food robot, which is obstacle 3. This robot sits in the middle of the sidewalk while OP navigates around it. Then OP comes to a concrete ramp with iron railings, which is obstacle 3.5. It is very steep. After the ramp, OP goes to cross the street, where a black SUV blows through the crosswalk. Obstacle 4 is a ramp with red brick. OP struggles to move up and pauses at one point before continuing again to obstacle 5, where there is a big concrete building and manual doors. The German Shepherd service dog goes up to push the accessibility button multiple times to no avail. A student comes and opens the door, OP enters through two sets of doors into a hallway. Clip change to obstacle 6, OP is wheeling down a hallway and approaches a white elevator with out of order signs.
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catgirlwheels · 9 months
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The 131 bus isn't real
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happy april fool's night there's mice in the trailer and one skittered across my floor. The mouse is here and I'm the fool.
I have no food or anything one would want, so why the hell is he here?
#taks speaks#i was ABOUT TO SLEEP THANKS#it's been a while since the first discovery of one#and my dad got these bucket traps#like the ones where you can just place food on a ramp up to a little trap door that just drops him in the bucket#keeps it alive so we don't have dead mice in our walls#and because glue traps are literally AWFUL#there is a ramp filled with tempting snacks for him OUTSIDE MY ROOM not in here sir no#go out there. i placed crumbs and a dried strawberry there#go ham little guy#just Stay Out From Under My Fucking Dresser#i mean. after looking stuff up. it won't bother me while I'm in bed#unless there's food here#and i don't eat in my room. at least not since the surgery and that was a LONG TIME ago#and i've sure as fuck cleaned in here since#i register as predator to him in his little brain#it's been like a month#and somehow. this fucker is still here.#and still fought the temptation of the only food available on that ramp#the only crumbs i can think of would be under my sister's chair in the kitchen on on the stove#because this child is just dirty#like i can understand out there but HERE??? Come on little dude. Why. we're just scaring each other here#agh. we think it's just one. but IT WILL NOT LEAVE#and probably came from another trailer because even though there are boxes and clutter in a lot of places. we keep rather clean#because uhhh trailer park in the city. lotta pests#especially when the neighbors about 8 feet away are slobbish as all fuck#like we're talking stacks of dirty dishes on the living room coffee table for many days at a time#slovenly people. but we picked EVERYTHING here up when we got ants once#and those keep showing up. and now mice. and WHYYY#i may vacuum and clean a bit more when i have the chance
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ncspaint · 1 year
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thedisablednaturalist · 6 months
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Literally all the shit rich people have turned into luxuries are stuff many disabled people need (or would need to manage their pain but can't afford it)
Comfy ergonomic chairs
Indoor pool/hot tub (therapy bath)
Massages on the regular
Aides (rich people call them servants)
Yea even a cook who makes you special meals (perfect for people with special dietary needs and for those with severe allergies, as well as people who are in too much pain or are otherwise unable to cook)
Elevators in your house (even small ones just for groceries, my rich aunt has one in her beach house!)
Rich people don't buy these for fun I hope but custom powerchairs are obscenely expensive. It pisses me off when I see another person invent "the wheelchair of the future!" Which then is literally never fucking used because none of us can afford it (and insurance definitely won't pay)
Indoor gyms or even personal exercise equipment. Hard to go out to a gym somewhere else when you're disabled, especially if you are immunocompromised
Outdoor spaces to relax in. It's literally vital for your mental health to at least see the outdoors. I'd rather be bedridden in a sunroom (with retractable blinds) than a shitty apartment with one tiny window.
There's even freaking health retreats these people go to regularly. There's a fibromyalgia retreat in new york where they basically take care of all your needs while trying different treatments and seeing which ones help. Either it's heaven or making money off of scamming desperate people who are able to scrape the money together to go.
Private planes, which I honestly think shouldn't exist, but one that specifically catered to people with disabilities (spaces for wheelchairs/other mobility devices, accessible handicapped airplane bathroom, anxiety reducing tools, trained medical personnel and care team)
Also customized cars, except instead of making gas guzzling racecars to joyride in while everyone else is trying to get to work, cars with electric ramps, lifts, doors, cars customized for someone with limb differences. Those cars where you can roll your wheelchair right up to the wheel. Fuck even self driving cars once they are no longer deathtraps.
Skincare products that are safe for sensitive skin like eczema but also actually work
Nice-looking clothes customized to fit limb differences, access points, look good in wheelchairs, colostomy bags, etc. while also being comfortable and not fast fashion.
Dental care!!! What the fuck why is this shit so expensive!! I don't want my teeth to fall out!! (Disabled people usually need more dental care bc we have a harder time keeping up maintenance)
Rich people go and splurge on all of these even though they don't need them while calling disabled people selfish for begging their insurance for even one of these.
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missjadesfics · 14 days
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Delicate Feelings
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a/n: divider credits: @cafekitsune Summary: The reader is to wed Feyd-Rautha; intentionally, she is frightened, but once she begins to share his life on Geidi Prime and come into her own, Feyd begins to fall in love with her. When another man makes a move on her one day. Feyd makes sure he reminds her who Y/n belongs to. Everyone should know better; Feyd-Rautha doesn't share. Request: Yes Warnings: smut, praise kink, public affection, teasing, slight possessive nature, feyd doesn't like sharing, oral (f receiving, hint m receiving), Feyd expressing feelings, the reader sees a softer side of her na-baron. Slight spoilers, but nothing too much. Reader has she/her pronouns Word Count: 3,208 Disclaimer: I do not own Dune or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own
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Y/n felt frightened; all her life, she had been raised to prepare herself to honour and stand by her husband. Her mother and father had told her she would marry the most feared man in the Imperium. Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. Y/n had heard about him, his psychotic nature, his brutal killing methods and his concubines. Y/n hated the word concubines; it put a bad taste in her mouth. She heard he fed them human organs; they were cannibals. Y/n felt the ship landing as she felt the vibration flow through her body; closing her eyes, she whispered affirmations to herself. “Everything will be okay. You will be okay. You have been prepared for this your whole life. Everything will be okay.” Standing up as she smoothed her dress while walking down the ship’s ramp, she began to cough lightly; the air was different in Geidi Prime than in her homeworld. A maid came behind her “Lady Y/n; you will get used to it eventually.” She spoke gently. Y/n nodded, letting out a shaky breath and walking inside the overbearing fortress of House Harkonnen. Feeling overwhelmed by the vast stone-cold halls decorated in black and dark jade, the sounds of Y/n’s heels echo through. Coming face to face with large double doors, Y/n took one deep breath as they opened; exhaling slowly, Y/n walked through her maids behind her. She could see the Baron, the obese man, sitting in his hovering chair attached to tubes to aid his health. Swallowing nervously, Y/n’s emerald eyes drifted over to a young man whose back was to her. The Baron let out a heavy sigh as he smoked his pipe. “My dear nephew, your bride has arrived,” he chuckled deeply as the young man looked over his shoulder before turning his body and ultimately facing Y/n. Her lips parted, her eyes locked with his, a slight smile playing on his lips while he walked towards her. Raising his hand to tap her cheek with his pointer finger, “Hmm”, he hummed, his blue eyes dancing over her figure; his tongue swiped his bottom lip. “Welcome to Geidi Prime, my Na-Baroness” His chilling voice sent shivers through her body. She gasped through her dry lips as her eyes stared into his; he smirked, leaning in. “Don’t worry, wife, you have nothing to fear”, he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. His words may have been comforting, but his tone made her feel different; this is where her training would come to light.
That was two weeks ago; Feyd had kept his distance from Y/n. They consummated marriage on their wedding night, but after that, he was busy training for his birthday celebration in the gladiator arena. The Baron hosts a grand celebration every birthday in honour of his favourite nephew. This would be Y/n’s first time observing her husband as the brutal fighter she had heard so much about; Lady Margot Fenring was also in attendance, and she sat beside Y/n. The woman was a stranger, but she still comforted the young girl. “I know you; you are Lady Margot; Count Fenring is your lord husband.” Margot raised a brow and smiled with a slight bow on her head. “Yes, I was sent to watch and observe you and your husband. After all, the Bene Gesserit wants to watch you closely; you’re special.” She looked through her small binoculars, her eyes darting around the arena. “Have you ever watched his fight before?” 
Y/n asked Margot, who shook her head in response. “No, but that’s what makes this exciting”, she whispered as the horns signalled the beginning of the fight. Y/n looked down anxiously as she felt nerves build, not for the other fighters but for her husband. A deep voice rumbled through the triangular arena; Margot translated for Y/n, “Today, the Baron celebrates his nephew, the Feyd-Rautha, on his birthday. May the games begin” Y/n looked down, seeing Feyd emerge from the crowd; the loud sound of cheers and clapping disoriented Y/n slightly. Feyd raised his knife, bowing towards the corner where the Baron sat high above; as Feyd straightened, he looked around, taking in the admiration. His figure stopped seeing Y/n in her viewing platform. He grinned as he fell to his knee, his arms spread, his knives glistening from the black sun. 
“I DEDICATE MY VICTORY….” He raised his knife towards Y/n. “TO MY WIFE, THE FUTURE BARONESS!” He roared to the crowd, erupted in pride at their leader’s words. Y/n once felt a smile when she heard Feyd’s words, sitting back as he readied himself for his fight. Margot looked over. “I can sense some affection. Am I wrong?” The Bene Gesserit asked Y/n softly, who laughed lightly. “It’s the first time I’ve smiled in a long time; before we were married, I couldn’t smile; I was too scared. And I was too afraid to smile here; I did not want to disrupt or upset my husband,” she spoke gently. Margot nodded lightly in response, watching Feyd. “I think your lord husband has grown a soft spot for you, Lady Harkonnen.” 
The woman smirked as Y/n watched Feyd fight his opponents effortlessly. The crowd cheered, chanting Feyd’s name; as Feyd left the arena, Y/n stood up and walked out of the platform and back to her shared chambers with Feyd. Standing on the balcony, she looked up at the fireworks with a smile. Her eyes closed, and she listened to the sounds of the cracks and sparks in the atmosphere. “Were you impressed, wife?” She heard her husband’s voice behind her and turned to face him. “I was husband. I had heard tales of your fighting and was honoured to witness such power in the arena today.” She bowed her head lightly. Feyd smirked, looking her up and down; he walked up to her and spun her around. His arms were around her waist. “My uncle always throws elaborate birthday celebrations for me. I used to love them, now not so much,” He murmured gently as Y/n frowned. “I hope my presence sweetens your birthday this year.” She looked up at him, and he blinked his lashes softly, gazing down at his wife. A smile was on his face, and he hummed his fingers delicately, draping across her neck and down her chest. “It does, my wife.” 
Time passed as both Feyd and Y/n spent every day together; Feyd let her watch him train and fight, and she sat in the council meetings he would attend. He was named Na-Baron, which made her Na-Baroness; his uncle made him the heir of house Harkonnen and sent them to Arrakis to control spice production. Y/n had grown to love and accustomed to Geidi Prime, but she had heard stories of Arrakis’s beauty and was anxious to see it. Feyd had observed his wife over time, watching her share his life and become his wife and Baroness. He had never thought he would feel such things about anyone, let alone a woman, but he was. He was beginning to fall in love with his wife—the feared, ruthless Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha in love. Love is a dangerous emotion; he was always told it was poison; it affects the mind, disorients thoughts, and gets in the way of duties. Before he married Y/n, Feyd had rid himself of his concubines by killing them; he wanted no other ties; he would commit to his wife. He believed it was for duty and power, but now he realised it wasn’t for that; it was his love for his wife. He wanted no other woman. He just wanted her.
Arriving in Arrakis, the sun’s heat, the sting of the sand blowing with the harsh wind and the barren planet made Y/n rethink coming to Arrakis. Feyd looked over at his wife with a smile. He held her hand in his hand, and they both walked into Arakeen. The Na-Baron and Na-Baroness walked through the city observing the spice production as Feyd shouted orders and led his soldiers to attack the Fremen—something his brother could not do. Y/n wandered through the hall, looking at the different engravings on the walls, sandworms and Fremen riding them. She stood frozen, admiring the art, her hands behind her back. “My Lady”, a voice spoke up, breaking her gaze from the wall. “Oh, I’m sorry, this artwork entranced me, it’s beautiful”, she pointed to the wall the man stood beside her. “Ah, the sandworms, yes, the Fremen treat them with such respect can’t understand why”, his deep-toned voice full of disdain. Y/n decided to shake off his words. “Who are you? You don’t look like you’re from Arrakis?” She questioned curiously; the man chuckled, “No, I’m from Corrino. The Emperor sent me as a herald of the change. To watch over the spice production here” he bowed his head, and Y/n nodded lightly as she felt him step closer to her his hand on her arm. 
Y/n’s eyes gazed down, narrowing lightly. “Excuse me, I must leave” She pushed him back as he pursued her Y/n began walking away, her heart racing as she couldn’t remember where she had to go. Continuing to walk straight, she heard the man behind her pick up his pace. Grabbing her dress skirt, she sprinted down the hall; the man grabbed her from behind and pushed her against the wall. “Please”, she pleaded; the man smiled. “Don’t worry, my lady”, he whispered before leaning in. “If you value your life, take your hands off MY WIFE, YOUR NA-BARONESS”, Feyd’s cold tone spoke; the man’s eyes widened in fear; he glanced over, seeing Feyd’s sinister smile, his head titled. The man released Y/n, her breathing shaky. Feyd’s eyes watched intensely as he grabbed his knife; the man stuttered his apology, but Feyd laughed then snarled lowly. Steeping towards him one by one, the man shook before Feyd. 
“I am the only man who can touch her. No other is worthy of her attention, her presence, but me. I don’t share, and I don’t appreciate someone touching my wife” he swiped his knife along the man’s throat. Blood spilled as he choked, falling to the ground lifelessly. Feyd spun around and held his wife’s face in his hands. “My love, are you okay?” He breathed softly, his blue eyes searching hers. She nodded wordlessly, burying her face in his chest. “Thank you for saving me” she murmured. Feyd felt his heart skip a beat, a smile on his face.
Dinner in the grand hall was quiet; Y/n and Feyd were surrounded by the others who came with them from Geidi Prime. Feyd held his wife’s hand, pulling her hand to his lips and kissing her knuckles gently. Y/n smiled at the affection from her husband. His smile made her heart flutter; leaning close, Feyd whispered, “Your dress is making every man in this room jealous. They all wish they were me. And they all wish they had you warming their bed every night”, he growled; his lips caressing her neck his teeth biting down on her skin lightly. Y/n felt her eyes close, her breath hitched, looking at all the men watching. “Feyd”, she whispered; her husband chuckled, his fingers trailing down her chest, down her body between her legs. “Let them watch; they need to remember who you are. Their Na-Baroness, my wife. My Baroness,” he breathed, his voice mesmerising Y/n gazed at her husband from the corner of her eyes. 
“Husband, I suddenly feel hot; perhaps I should retire to our chambers” She gave him a sultry glance; his eyes squinted, he licked his lips, his forehead pressed to hers, his eyes closed. “Whatever you wish, my wife. I will give you five minutes, then I’ll hunt you” He grinned, kissing her lips quickly. Y/n stood up, left the grand hall, and ran to their shared chambers. Feyd took one last drink of his wine and slammed the cup on the table. Five minutes had gone, and he grinned, clicking his tongue. “Ready or not, here I come, wife.”
Y/n hid behind a secret door in hers and Feyd’s chambers, hearing her husband’s footsteps approach the door. Opening loudly, Feyd closed them, locking them, and slowly turned around to scan the chambers. Licking his lips in anticipation, he smirked, his eyes darting around, looking for any signs of his wife. He saw she had left her heels and dress on the bed. Twirling around, he looked in the wardrobe. Nothing. He made his way out to the balcony, but nothing again. He narrowed his eyes, wondering where she was. Walking into the bathroom quietly, he saw she wasn’t there. Y/n thought she was safe to come out, so she slid out but froze when she heard Feyd’s voice. “Found you”, Y/n looked over her shoulder. “So you did”, she whispered. Feyd grinned, pressing her against the wall. Feyd leant in, kissing her jaw, trailing open-mouthed kisses along her neck. His lips found her pulse sucking gently. A gentle gasp left her open lips, her fingers gripping his clothes tightly. “Please, husband”, she murmured, her body arching off the wall, the heat of her body touching his, making him moan lowly. 
Grasping her body in his hands, he picked her up and threw her on the bed. Their lust-filled gazes focused on one another as Feyd fell to his knees; his hands slid up her legs and spread them apart. Y/n let out a sharp gasp, feeling his lips on her thigh, a sly grin on his face, hearing his wife’s cries of pleasure. Feyd made his way down, ripping her underwear, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. Delving between kissing her clit softly, Y/n shivered; his tongue slowly lapped at her wet folds. His hands gripped her waist, her legs draped over his shoulders. Feyd flattened his tongue, licking a broad stroke from her entrance to her clit. Y/n whimpered, her hands fisting the silk sheets, her eyes tightly shut, her mouth agape, strings of gasps, Feyd’s name and moans filled the room. Looking down, she could see Feyd looking up at her, his eyes blown with desire. He pulled her closer, growling into her, his tongue strokes becoming more rapid. Y/n felt her arousal heighten as Feyd felt her hips begin to jolt. “Feyd, please, I’m-” she cried, her back arching. A loud moan left her mouth as Feyd groaned. His mouth savoured every drop. Pulling away, Feyd grinned, kissing her stomach; he slid up her body, kissing each part of her skin. Panting heavily, he kissed her roughly, his tongue sliding into her mouth, his hand cupping her cheek. Y/n pushed him back, her hand trailing down to his pants. “Let me-” she began, and Feyd shook his head. 
“No, as much as I would your mouth on my cock, maybe another time”, he grunted, rocking his hips into her hand as he sat up, removing his pants. Throwing them away, he climbed back on top of Y/n, kissing her fiercely. She pushed Feyd onto his back, straddling his waist. Feyd grinned, his black teeth glittering as Y/n lowered herself down on his cock; gasping at the feel of him inside her, she threw her head back. Feyd groaned, gripping her waist and thrusting up Y/n looked down at her Baron. Her hands laid on his chest for balance, riding him. Y/n is rarely on top, and when she is, Feyd loves it. He prefers to be in control but wouldn’t deny his wife what she wants. “Be as loud as you, my baroness; let all the men hear how well I fuck you. Let them hear your cries of pleasure, see your bruises from my touch. Give them a show” Feyd sat up, whispering hotly into her ear Y/n shuddered at his words, spreading her legs a little more to take in more of him. 
Looping her arms around his neck and kissing him, Feyd’s hips bucked wildly, both moaning into the kiss. Y/n cried out when Feyd growled, his cock, hitting her sweet spot harshly; his grin made Y/n’s clit throb as Feyd's thrusts became erratic. He snarled his teeth and bit Y/n’s lower lip. “I can feel your walls clenching, wife. Come for your Baron. Good girl, so good for me.” He purred, his voice sending her over the edge, her body shattering under the pressure of the aftershocks jolting her body as Feyd grunted before coming inside her, painting her walls with his seed. 
Both panting, Feyd smiled,d flipping them over, throwing one of her legs around his waist. He nudged his nose with hers. His hips began to move again Y/n writhed underneath him as Feyd kissed her throat,t his tongue licking up from her neck to her cheek. “I’ve been aching for you since our wedding night. I apologise for distancing myself; I didn’t want to hurt you,” He hissed, feeling her hand on his cheek Y/n smiled up at him. “I wouldn’t have minded, you know”, She breathed, her eyes glittering with tears brimming in the corners. Overwhelmed with pleasure, Feyd chuckled, “Is my wife sensitive? Look at you so fucked out on my cock. Your beginning to cry”, he teased her, kissing her tears away, licking afterwards, tasting the salt. His eyes darted down, grabbing her hand and placing it on her stomach. “Do you feel me, Y/n, how deep I am inside you” he purred, his hot breath fanning her face, her soft eyes following his gaze seeing the outline of his cock in her stomach. The familiar fire in her lower belly rose as she moaned. “Feyd, don’t stop, please”, she begged. Feyd pressed himself harder into her body, his hips moving faster, turning into a brutal pace. “This what you want? Hm,m,” he moaned. Y/n nodded her head, gasping sharply. 
Feyd pressed his thumb to her clit rubbing in small circles while he kissed her neck. Biting down, Feyd broke her delicate skin as he lapped at the coppery taste of her blood. It was sweet, just like her; his eyes rolled in the back of his head. Y/n sobbed, the building pleasure of her climax mixed with the pain of Feyd biting her neck. She screamed out Feyd’s name as she came around him. Feyd followed his hips, stuttering as he let out a roar in Y/n’s neck. Feyd slowly sat up and pulled out of Y/n, and she whined at the loss of him as they both lay side by side. Staring at the ceiling, both with blissed smiles on their faces. They both turned to face one another, their breathing uneven as they recovered from their lovemaking.
 “I love you, Y/n”, Feyd whispered with a beautiful smile. His blue eyes shined with love, and Y/n mirrored his expression. “I love you too, Feyd.”
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The Risk Of The Sport - LN
Summary: After secretly dating for a couple months, Lando loses his cool when y/n is in a crash and unresponsive, he outs the relationship to her brother despite the risk of his reaction.
Verstappen/Le Mans driver!reader
Basing this in the future so dates for races both Le Mans and F1 are 2024 dates, bc obviously I like to make my fictional stories at least accurate to the real schedule 🤣
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More than one of the drivers was attending Le Mans between their own races. After all it's a good race to watch and seeing a Verstappen take part. There's no secret of high expectations for the young woman.
"I can't wait for you to take that P1." Max smiles as himself and Lando stand in her trailer.
"No pressure then." Y/n jokes looking a little nervous. Her gaze flicks to Lando prompting him to speak up and just get a chance to reassure his girlfriend in hopes of being a good boyfriend but no giving himself away to Max.
"You'll be great, we might have to get you to train us up if we want to join Le Mans one day." Lando smiles, a little annoyed her can't be more affectionate with his girlfriend. But they both know better than to risk exposing themselves in front of Max right now.
"Thanks." Y/n mumbles but her nervous don't look steadied.
"We will leave you to calm yourself down." Max declares already half way out the door before he pauses noticing Lando not move.
"I'll catch up, I gotta pee." Lando states, not entirely lying but y/n smiles looking at her brother who nods and takes off. Presumably wanting to speak to someone else because he seems fairly eager to leave quickly.
After Lando does actually pee, he moves back out and without a word he's cupping y/n's face, kissing her multiple times and feeling the tension melt from her a little.
"You are going to do amazing."
"Thank you." Y/n whispers letting out a heavy breath. "I just don't want to let anyone down."
"You won't. Completely impossible." Lando promises making her look at him unsure of his words. "You won't. I really promise you."
"Ok. Ok. I have to get out that mind set anyway. I've trained, everyone says I'm ready. They wouldn't put me in a car that I'm not ready for." Y/n breathes earning a proud grin from Lando before he pecks her lips. "Alright, you need to go before Max suspects something. He might seem like he's oblivious but the man can act well whenever he wants."
"I will be rooting for you. Don't worry, once you're in the car, you'll just feel so in your element."
"I know. I know. Thank you. And...I'm glad you're here. It means a lot."
"I wouldn't miss it. Plus I'm going to finally have a proper celebration and it'll be for your achievement not mine."
Y/n is actually the second driver in the car.
After the first drive managing a three hour stint, she follows up with 3 and a half hours before swapping out and taking a rest. She gets into her third stint and that's when things seem to ramp up, reaching the 23 hour mark.
"Is she going till the end?" Lando questions leaning to Max who is fully focused on the race.
"Probably, she's been in the car for 2 hours but she could easily take it to the end. She's been making the most progress when they have her in the car. Most overtakes for position." Max nods while Lando frowns a little.
They caught some footage of y/n in the garage awaiting her time to get in the car. She looked pretty exhausted, which is to be expected but it was pinching in his gut.
They're finally in the last hour and y/n seems to be preparing for an overtake but that's when things seem to just go wrong. Horribly horribly wrong. Her brakes fail on the corner and she smashes into the other car, her own car flipping forward over the car and it just keeps going.
Everyone in the room is up on their feet, gasps and distant screams from the spectators outside is audible. It almost feels like she's in slow motion and when the car hits the barrier there's hardly anything left to call a car. They can see her in the cockpit, exposed from the damage.
The next moments are a blur.
She's dragged out the car as gently as possible by the medical team and Lando rushes with Max trying to find someone to give them information on the young woman and her condition before they finally get to the pit wall.
"She's not responsive. They're getting her to the nearest hospital."
And like that, they are on their way finding the nearest hospital and getting there in record speed.
It's not till they're forced to sit in the waiting room that Max finally notices that Lando looks nearly ill with worry.
"I didn't know you were so close to y/n that this would be so important to you." Max comments clearly beginning to suspect there is something. Though in reality he just assumes Lando has a crush on his sister.
"I don't think now is the time to talk about this." Lando mutters then standing up and beginning to pace a little, clammy hands rubbed on his jeans.
"My sister is in emergency surgery after a crash that just decimated a car and you are keeping secrets to do with her from me." Max scoffs making Lando look at him, there's tears in his eyes before he sits down again closing his eyes as the crash replays in his mind.
There's no way she's coming out of this alive.
They can try to save her. They can pretend there's a way to bring her back. To let him wake up to that smile and hear that laugh. To give him hope about having a long and happy life with her.
But those types of crashes don't have happy endings.
"Tell me what is going on." Max pushes making Lando swallow back the sick rising up his throat as the images continue to replay in his head. "Lando."
His eyes finally snap open and he looks at the Dutchman.
"Y/n...I fucking love her man. I love her and I never told her, but we've been-we've been together and spending so much time together for months now and...now I might have just lose her. I might have lost her and I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do without her."
Max looks blank. Staring at Lando for a moment before slumping back and pinching at the bridge of his nose.
Neither of them say anything for the next 4 hours. Hell they don't even look at each other. But eventually the doctors come out at tell them exactly what's going on.
Severe bruising of the brain, broken arm and dislocated shoulder, broken ribs which punctured her lungs, severe internal bleeding as a result. Still unresponsive and there's no reassurance that she is going to wake up.
Her future is one giant grey area of confusion and no confidence in her recovery. A coin toss could predict her future about as accurately as the doctors could right now.
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"Lando, we spoke to Max. but obviously you were there at the Le Mans race. We heard you were at the hospital too. Do you know anything, maybe any updates about y/n?" The interviewer asks making Lando swallow thickly.
Tears prickle at the edges of his eyes. The race replacing in his head, the emotions that followed and the icy atmosphere of the waiting room after he spoke to Max.
"No, umm I haven't heard anything. But quite a few of us drivers were there, obviously we know Max. We've gotten to now y/n quite a bit. She spends time around the paddock and F1 a lot. So we're really all just hoping that we see her around here again very soon." Lando states then shifting uncomfortably.
Flying over to Spain. Leaving y/n because work demands it. Both Max and Lando have been visibly shaken by what they saw and how it's effected them. Not that it's effected their performances, but there's no hiding the emotional toll it's taken on them. It shows all of their faces.
"She's going to be alright, mate. If Verstappen's have one thing about them, it's strength and fight." Jon states, being one of the only people that really knew about y/n and Lando. Only because he helped aid them in sneaking around.
Lando doesn't say anything, having only spoken when absolutely necessary.
Spain turns into Austria, then Silverstone where things feel numb. He manages smiles, and a decent race for the fans but there's no secret that y/n's lack of updates is meaning a lack of progress and since the races are currently one weekend after another. He's been visiting her but every time it hurts.
After Silverstone he has to divide time between y/n and still doing a couple other things for McLaren. Max bears the same weight of balancing time waiting for his sister and going to make sure he's still keeping to his work.
Doctors still can't tell what's happening with her, only that her body is healing. But CT scans aren't giving them a reason for why she won't wake up.
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Max sits on the other side of the young woman, and despite seeming to spend time together constantly. Neither have spoken a word to each other since the day of the crash.
"When-When did you two start dating?" Max questions making the Brit look at him for a moment.
"She agreed to go on a date after qualifying in Jeddah and we went to a driving range and...she proved that you Verstappen's are perfect at everything. Said she hadn't played golf in her life and managed to demolish me." Lando states feeling a little lighter just at the thought of the memory.
"Sounds like y/n." Max scoffs since while he may appear as talented in driving. He doesn't necessarily hold the same instantaneous talent of any sport or hobby he picks up, unlike his sister who only needs a few attempts to get to grips with anything she tries her hand at. "Why didn't she want to tell me?"
"I think she was just worried you'd not approve. You're not exactly the least intimidating guy when you're angry. I wasn't all that eager to admit it to you either." Lando shrugs while casting his gaze back to y/n. "You already know it, but your sister is the most amazing person on this planet. And I don't even think I was worth her time, but I need her."
"I probably should've guessed that she was dating someone. She seemed happier than I'd seen her in a long time." Max sighs then leaning back. "I uh...I was talking to the doctors about moving her to the hospital in Monaco. They said she'd be ok to be moved, so long as equipment and transport works. That way she's close to people when she wakes up."
When not if. That brings some reassurance to Lando's nerves despite Max having no power over her waking up.
"Are you asking me if I approve?" Lando questions slightly amused.
"No. I just wanted to tell you so you don't come back here to visit and find she's gone." Max chuckles before sighing as he looks back at his younger sister.
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With the move of hospitals, Lando only got a short visit to her between Hungary and the beginning to the Spa weekend.
Thursday and Friday drag in a painfully slow way, but it's Saturday, arriving in the paddock there's floods of people in the paddock. For a Saturday it's so weirdly busy that he really doesn't understand why there's so much fussing.
"What's going on?" Lando asks as he spots someone from the McLaren team.
"Y/n is here. Awake and...very much alive."
Lando nearly trips rushing to push his way through the crowd who are shouting and yelling questions but they finally part when Max snaps telling them to back, off and that gives Lando the opportunity to break through the crowd.
Y/n looks frail, weak and tired. But when she spots Lando her, hands push Max's hand from her own and she runs towards him.
Lando catches her, lifting her body off the floor. Feeling the difference of her weight. The feather light feeling from her muscle not being used.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't call you, I'm sorry. I woke up and I just...I wanted to get here and see you." Y/n rambles, her voice sounding sore from lack of use.
"Come on guys, we'll get somewhere more private." Max states making her nod a little as she lands back on her feet, the two drivers each take one of her hands. Max leading them and Lando walking slightly behind her.
Eventually they get into the Red Bull unit, Lando getting a one time pass given the circumstances.
"Didn't know I was so important and popular that they would care that I showed up." Y/n jokes then sighing as she hugs herself. A sweater adorning her body but it looks like it's swallowing her whole.
"Scared the fuck out of a lot of people, y/n." Lando mumbles earning a sad expression before she moves forward, sliding her arms around his waist in a slow hug before he returns the gesture and sighs, a warm blanket of comfort just from having her here. "Is it really safe for you to have traveled?"
"I woke up Wednesday night, told them not to tell Max. I'm an adult so technically they can't go against my wishes. They kept me for tests and stuff Thursday and Friday, then I flew out here this morning. All okayed by the doctors. But only because there's medical professionals here who can give immediate medical attention if I need it." Y/n explains then smiling. "And for the record, if you two were talking to me. I couldn't hear fuck all. So I hope there was no like childhood secret confessions, Max. Otherwise you need to admit them."
"I did confess to being the one who broke your first car. But only because I knew you wanted a new car."
"That's a stupid secret. Everyone knew it was you, no one mentioned bit because you really thought you had got away with it." Y/n scoffs with a small laugh then sighing. "Um. Look you are both now running late for FP3. So if you two want to get going. I'll-"
"Come to the garage please." Max cuts in making her smile lightly and nod.
"Can I have a moment with Lando before I do?"
"Fine." Max murmurs though he doesn't sound overly thrilled as he shoots Lando a look of warning then finally leaves making her smile at Lando.
"How long did he give you the silent treatment?"
"From the day of the crash till a couple weeks ago." Lando admits earning a sympathetic look before he kisses her finally his blood settling a little. "Will you come to McLaren for qualifying?"
"I'll see what I can do. Max might not be so eager to let me sit in another team's garage and Christian can be pretty territorial of all those associated with Red Bull." Y/n jokes then shaking her head. "Yeah, I'll be there. Max will just have to deal with it."
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"We have seen a lot of y/n and she has been kind enough to come and talk to people in the media pen. Max told us that you are the reason y/n was in the McLaren garage. Is there something you want to tell us?"
"Ahaha, are you trying to get me in some trouble? What did y/n say?" Lando laughs looking around and hoping to see y/n standing around lurking somewhere for him to pull her over."
"She said that we should ask you because you would decide if it was ok to say anything."
Lando hums before finally spotting y/n and perking up.
"Y/n!"
Y/n perks up at her name and moves over to him with a smile, she still looks pretty withered but in truth she has even perked up slightly from being provided with food and water in both garages.
"Are you spreading secrets?" Lando questions earning a slightly cheeky expression from the young woman.
"No. I'm letting you share the secrets. I can tell them if you want." Y/n smiles then hugging him as he nods almost as if he's shy to tell them. "F1's most eligible bachelor is actually hooked on yours truly."
"Most eligible bachelor?" Lando snorts then sighing as he pulls head in front of him and rests his chin onto of her head. "She's not lying, she's stuck with me."
"Well congratulations. That explains a lot about you and Max both seeming to be a little out of after y/n's accident."
“Now I feel bad. Still need to actually see the footage from the crash. I don’t remember anything but I want to know what they had to sit and witness.” Y/n sighs then swallowing thickly while Lando looks down at her with a wavering smile.
The memory even now still haunts him. He’d finally spoke to Max about it only a few days ago and it seemed that he was still troubled by it. Really he thought he might finally get comfort when the day came that y/n woke up, but even now his muscles seem to be tensing uncomfortably.
Eventually y/n manages to end the interview and drag Lando away.
Y/n isn’t okayed to drive even a regular car yet so he drives them back to the hotel after qualifying and honestly once they’re back and showered from the day. He just curls up around y/n.
“I love you, y/n.” Lando finally utters knowing it’s long overdue.
“I love you too, you muppet…took you long enough to finally say it. I don’t want to say there was an inflated ego happening but you really didn’t hide it.” Y/n laughs before sighing as she gently shifts his damp curls around. “I’m sorry that you had to watch the crash and see that. I can’t imagine what must’ve been running through your mind.”
“Don’t apologise. That crash was out of your control. You couldn’t stop it anymore than I could.” Lando mumbles not wanting her to feel any guilt over his emotions that followed the crash. “I’m just happy you’re alive and ok…I think everyone thought that we might not ever have you back.”
“Nah, Max would drag me back from the dead if that had’ve been the case. He couldn’t survive in a world without me. I’m his favourite family member.”
“For good reason. You’re my favourite family member of the Verstappen lineage.”
“Given my competition, I actually know that Max threatens that position depending on the day. You two are besties.” Y/n teases then sighing. “Alright, I’m fighting sleep here and I’ll fail soon.”
“You should definitely get some sleep.” Lando states making her smile lightly since she knows he’s saying that for the exact reason of her definitely having doctors instructions to rest as much as possible given her body is still fatigued with the matter of her body being fresh out a coma following severe trauma. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Y/n smiles lightly, eyes closed while she feels Lando trace the scars of the emergency procedure to fix her collapsed lungs.
There’s always going to be reminders of the crash, not that it was at risk of being forgotten but there’s physical evidence of it.
One thing Lando is almost certain of, despite her not having mentioned or confirmed it, y/n will be determined to be back to health and wanting to compete in Le Mans to get a podium at the very least. But preferably win the race with her team.
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