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doromoni · 29 days

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Lunch Preferences | LN4

Ships: Lando Norris x Personal Chef! Reader , Platonic! Oscar Piastri x Personal Chef! Reader

Warnings : None

Genre: fluff

Summary : Oscar’s food always tasted better and Lando finds out why.

Part 2

Lando was never adventurous when it came to certain things , most importantly when it came to the food that he consumed — His best friend Max could vouch on that , heck the entire grid and the whole McLaren hospitality can say it.

When it came down to it , when Lando didn’t like the ingredient used in the meal served in the Motorhome cafeteria, a special meal is always prepared for the Golden Boy of Mclaren. Most find it funny but the kitchen staff found it extremely annoying; to them Lando was a diva.

Kitchen personnel and caterers are shuffled within motorhomes and during races in different countries and it became problematic for Mclaren due to the new personnel’s lack of knowledge of their driver’s preferences. Funnily enough, this has become an issue much so that a protocol has been made stating that when a new driver is signed they are given their own personal chef that tours around with them during the races.

Cut to Oscar Piastri joining the Papaya Family , and Y/n L/n had been added to the roster. The Australian driver and Y/n had met during Oscar’s F2 season and had quickly formed a bond , by bond meaning Y/N fuels Oscar’s obsession with sweets. The aussie became obsessed so much that when the “personal chef” clause came up in his contract, his immediate answer was “ Y/N L/N”.

“Osc what the hell, What do you mean you got me a job at Mclaren? Are you high on sugar again?” You asked in disbelief as you stared at the Australian , an eyebrow raised.

You and Oscar are currently in his kitchen in his apartment in the UK, you trying to bake your f2 paddock famous cookies while Oscar tries to help , emphasis on tries.

“Oh come on Y/N! You’re perfect for this. You know my likes and dislikes . Plus you know how to trick me into eating my veggies” Oscar said exasperatingly.

“ Oscar as much as I love to feed you , you know that I cant travel with you, I have a job remember? Plus Im not a professional chef , you dummy! I just cook as a passion” You muttered softly trying to get your point across.

“Then quit! I know you hate your job y/n. This is your chance! I made sure that they’ll pay you handsomely ~ more than your current pay . I swear! PLUS you get to travel with me and you get to explore food all over the world” The boy did made a whole lot of sense…

“Fine , let me see the contract” Then an enormous grin plasters itself on his face.

***

* Brownies

“Holy Crap , Mate! These brownies are killer! Where did you get these?” Logan exclaimed as he continued to stuff his face with Oscar’s snacks prepared by Y/N of course.

“My chef made them for ME , Logan. Hands off “ Oscar swatted the American’s hand as he tried to get another piece.

“What are you two idiots up-to now? “ Alex spoke as he came near the duo, Lando right on his tail.

“Oscar brought these amazing brownies and He wont share ! Come on , mate just one more” Logan once again tried to reach for the bag only to be denied once again.

“Ohhh, let me try some of that!” Alex laid out his hand , and Logan complaining in the background saying “unfair “ as Oscar gave Alex one.

“You weren’t kidding! these are good. Lando try one” Alex gestured towards Lando.

Lando looking a bit apprehensive, took the offered treat and took a bite. As the Brit chewed , he couldn’t stop eating till there was no more. Screw belgian chocolate, that brownie was his favorite food now.

“Osc , give me another.” Lando requested to his now younger teammate.

“Nope~ these are mine” Oscar grinned teasingly as he stood up , away from the reach of his fellow drivers

“Oscarrrr , give em up you muppet!” Lando whined and pouted .

“No! Ask your chef to make you one. “ oscar implored.

“But the ones they make aren’t as good as thoseee” Lando continued to whine

“I know, these is Y/N’s special recipe. “ Oscar replied mockingly, a playful grin on his face as we waved them goodbye.

“Damn, Y/N made those? No wonder they tasted amazing” Logan muttered catching the attention of Lando.

“Y/N? Who?” Lando asked , now curious .

“Oh, Y/N is our friend , well now Oscar personal chef also. We met when Oscar and I were racing in F2. She used to bring us her cooking after the race.”

“Damn, did she put cocaine on those brownies or something?” Alex said wanting another bite.

“Did you say that she’s Oscar’s chef? That would mean that she’s in Mclaren right now?” Lando asked yet again to the now bemused American.

“Yes?” And with that Lando Norris is on a mission. Find the lady who makes extremely delicious brownies.

“Y/N” Lando muttered your name under his breath as he traversed towards his own motorhome with a purpose.

Finally reaching his destination only to be bombarded by his Pr manager pulling him along towards his media duties

Lando’s brownie mission was a fail

“Hey, do you know who’s Y/N?”

* Wok fried noodles

“ Ok so , Oscar will be done in a few minutes then it will be your turn” Lando’s manager , Valerie, explained as He was getting ready for the interview set up by Mclaren for a special edition for a motorsport magazine of some sorts.

“You should take a bite of your lunch , Lan. I don’t think you’ll be getting time to do so later” valerie explained, as she nudged the now cold , barely touched container of food towards the British driver.

“But there fish in it ,Val” The brit frowned as he glanced on his supposed to be lunch. How many times did he have to say NO FISH.

“It’s not even touching th-“ valerie tried to explain but was cut of by Lando as he exclaimed

“But it’s near a fish!” To which Valerie could only sigh and nod.

Then a knock and an opening of a door happened along with Oscar popping his head in — who appears to be carrying chopsticks and a container of sorts.

“ Hey, mate! They said it’ll be your turn in 15 mins or so” Oscar said as he scoops his lunch into his mouth.

“What ya eating there bud?” Lando couldn’t help ask as the savory aroma filled his room and a rumble came to his stomach.

“Some low carb noodle dish Y/N made , not really sure what’s it called . Tasted great tho.” The Australian said .

“Lemme have a bite” Lando waved his hands towards Oscar . With a shrug , oscar did.

As He took a bite , Lando could only think of one thing.

“Where could I get myself a Y/N”

* Spring Rolls

Practice 1 had just finished and the drivers have an hour or 2 to rest and kill time . And for our youngest Aussie driver on the grid it is time to annoy his lovely friend Y/N.

“ Hey, Y/N… could you please make extra servings of what ever you’re making for my lunch?” Oscar asked sheepishly

“Osc, No! You have to follow a strict calorie count and your trainer will kill me!” You said as you stoped what you were doing .

“It’s not for me, Its for Lando! He always eats my food “ Oscar explains and you understood clearly. Nodding with a smile , you shooed Oscar away.

“Thanks , Angel! “ Oscar left but not before leaving a kiss on your head.

You then set out to make lunch for 2 drivers, and finishing by packing them separately . You never forgot to leave a message on Oscar’s meals as encouragements to your closest friend

Your eyes go towards the food intended for Lando. You were contemplating whether you should write something or not. Biting your lip you took another piece of post it and started writing.

Maybe this is your chance to get the driver’s attention and shoot your shot. You have been crushing on the British driver for who knows how long. Tutting yourself you shake your head from your thoughts and delusions.

In the post it wrote ,

Dear, Lando

A little birdie told me that you liked my cooking , ey? Oh! I heard that you liked spring rolls so I made you a few. No fish , I promise. Hope you enjoy! And good luck on the race! I’ll be cheering on the sidelines 🧡

P.S. thank Osc , he begged me to tag you along :P

— Y/N

***

Butterflies filled Lando’s stomach as he opened the lunch box you made for him. You cooking for him and writing a note felt so domestic , like a wife and husband.Lando became a giggly mess as he re-read your note again and again.

He remembered the time when he first saw you. You were with Oscar in the Mclaren motorhome , sitting on the lounge when your eyes met his and you gave Lando a smile — it was only passing but to Lando it was enough. To him you were so angelic .He imagined coming home to you and you would cook for him and all seemed fine in the world.

“ you know , you should just ask her out on a date” and suddenly Lando was startled out of his daydreaming

“Huh , what? Dreaming? Who was? “ Lando tried to act cool in front of Oscar who was now sniggering as he leaned on the doorframe.

“ I know that you like Y/N, Lando! Just ask the girl already “

“Who’s Y/N?” Oscar rolled his eyes at his teammate

“You’re both idiots .y’know? You both have goggly eyes for each other — it honestly hurts to see. Here’s her number . Please just go out. Or I swear I’ll lock the two of you in a room or something. “ Lando was flabbergasted by his teammate who was now exiting the room.

“Uhh… Thanks Osc!” The Brit broke out into a huge smile as he shouted towards the australian

“Yeah yeah , just don’t hurt her or I promise to crash into you in every race”

***

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hisbitchhh · 4 months

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"CAN'T TURN BACK NOW, BABY..."

GOJO SATORU NSFW PROMPTS 🔞MDNI🔞

Warnings: Name calling, Pet names, pure FILTH, filthy words, sexual themes, dirty talk, different positions, pp eating, blow job, hand job, face fucking, size kink, a pinch of crack, choking, groping, rough sex, fem! Receiving, Gojo is slightly subby and needy in some prompts, cocky Gojo, bouncing on cock, gagging, spitting, lube, jealous Gojo, cock warming, grinding, creampie, LOTS of cum, begging, praise kink, breeding kink, slight aftercare near the last prompts (I think that's it guys..)

Notes: This was my surprise!!😃 it wasn't requested, I made this as the cherry on top!!🥰🤞 (Just a sweet reminder, any prompts in the lists that I've made of other characters INCLUDING this one are allowed to be requested for fics!)

Prompt count: 34

!NOT IN ORDER! (Pretend he has an australian accent... it's so fucking hot skfjskfjdkwo)

1. "Y/n..." He groaned, gazing into your eyes with a weak stare at parted lips as your hand jerked him off, his hands on either side of him, gripping the edge of the counter he was leaning back on.

2. "Fuuckkkkk, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Oh, yeah, baby.. mmmh, yes, fuck!" His hand found the back of your head, making you gag on his long shaft when he pushed his curved length into your mouth, almost down your throat, earning a soft mewl from you.

3. "Ohhh my god, oh my fucking god, Y/n, hah, shit!--" Gojo cursed, watching your ass shake and vibrate in response to his aggressive back shots, bullying his cock into your tight, swollen pussy.

4. "Oh, fuck, cum, cum cum cum cum, shit, you're so close, baby," He groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure with a guttural groan falling from his lips as he vigorously pounded into your swollen cunt.

5. "Stop-- fuck, I'm dizzy, Y/n--" His eyes squeezed shut as you rubbed your tongue flat against his vulnerable and flustered tip, giving it teasing strokes as your eyes gazed up at his whiny expression.

6. "You love my sweet cock, don't you?" A chuckle fell from his lips, soft groan following right after once he slid into your prepped cunt.

7. " 'Cock is all yours, babygirl--" He smiled, slowly and carefully thrusting into your warm mouth, "--All yours to fuck, suck, ri-- ohh, shit! That's it, right there, ffffuuuck baby," A groan vibrated in his chest, hips uncontrollably jerking forward into your mouth, his tip kissing your throat. His upper curve was practically made to slide down your throat with such ease...

8. "Aaaahhhh, fuck, suckin' me in... balls deep, mmmh, you're so good to me, love..." Your boyfriend gave you a small lazy smile, hands gently traveling up and down your bare back as your wetness sank down onto him.

9. " 'M too long for you, baby," He hummed out a giggle, licking a stripe up your neck as his cock continuously brushed against your cervix his freehand palming and squeezing your sensitive breast.

10. "My dick is cold, baby... Cold and lonely..." Gojo whined, grinding his clothed erection against your thigh with a baby-like frown, "Maybe you can warm it up for me like you always do," He purred, pressing a chaste, innocent kiss to your jaw, before whispering, "You're always so warm wrapped around my cock..."

11. "So fuckin' pretty, so beautiful," He bit his lip as he gazed up at your fucked out expression, "All mine too..." Gojo praised, watching your eyes flutter im exhaustion from your previous events.

12. "Fuck, mommy..." Gojo hummed in a pussy drunk voice, hands gripping your bare ass as you began to slam down onto his lengthy shaft, resulting in him leaning his head back with closed eyes, nails digging deep into the fat skin there.

13. "You're so close," The man licked his lips, staring at you with hazy blue eyes glowing in the slight darkness of your bedroom, "you're gonna cum, I can feel it.."

14. "Ohhohh, you deserve nothing but the best, my love..." His lips parted in small gasps and sighs, his hard shaft soaked with lube as he titty fucked you.

15. "Fuuuuckkkk yeah, princess, 'want to feel you clench around me," He groaned, fucking into you as you helplessly tried to keep your balance on top of him, your cunt fluttering around his cock, "Mmh, just like that, love, get it all over my cock..."

16. " 'M gonna cum all over your pretty face, love, how does that sound, hmm?" Gojo hummed, fisting his cock in your face as you waited on your knees, tongue sticking out to catch his juices. Your tits and belly were already coated with his essence after the first hand job you had given him.

17. "Hm? What's that? Yeah? Mm, fuck-- yeah? You want me to creampie that pretty pussy? Leave it all-- hah, white and sticky with my cum? Is that what you want?" Your boyfriend moaned loudly, big, calloused hands gripping your hips so hard that you feared it would leave nasty bruises. He instantly pulled out of you, painting your swollen cunt with his heavy load, your hole gaping for a few seconds before he went back in with a grunt, fucking his semen up into your tight walls.

18. "Keep talking back to me like that and I'll expand more than just one domain, sweetheart." An annoyed huff leaves Gojo's lips, basically shoving his dick down your throat as you tried to protest against his shaft in your mouth.

19. "You taste so good, baby..." He had lost himself in your cunt a few minutes prior, sucking on your clit, licking up your center and lapping up your pre juices like a starved man, moans of pleasure and satisfaction leaving his throat. The vibrations from his voice felt so good, his tongue thrusting itself in and out of your precious hole while his thumb viciously abused your clit, "The pineapples worked-- mmmh, you're sweeter than you already were..."

20. "Congrats!" Gojo sighed, nodding as he looked at you, resting his bicep on your thigh, "Your wetness won't do anything, baby. My dick is far too humon--"

21. "Yeah? Huh? Want your ex to see this?--" His sentence was interrupted by a moan of his own, "Want him to see how good I'm fucking you? How much better I am and how quickly I make you cum? Yeah? Mmmh, smile for the camera, love..." He devilishly grinned through the pleasure of it all, sticking his phone up high above the two of you, the flash of the device taking in how cock drunk you were, closely recording the sight of his dick leaving and entering you along with how tightly you wrapped around him. He was slamming into you so roughly and viciously that you thought the bed was going to snap in half with how loudly it was creaking.

22. "Uhhhuhh, can't wait can you? Carrying my baby, showing everyone who you belong to," Gojo bit his lip, so hard that it almost formed a cut, "You love the sound of that, love the sound of my cock breeding you and giving you my child..."

23. "Oh yes, sweetheart... 'M gonna fuck you so good your pussy will be made just for my dick..." Your boyfriend licked his lips, his teeth nibbling on the shell of your ear, "Mhmm, how does it sound, mmh? 'Yer pretty pussy molded into the shape of my cock."

24. "Don't act like I didn't see that, babygirl," He grunted, pressing your thighs and knees against your chest as he painfully pounded your soaked pussy, bullying his cock into you, "the way you were laughing and smiling at your little friend like you're his property instead of mine."

25. "Hah, can't wait to see you all swollen with my cum in your belly," A groan escaped his shiny lips, gazing down at you with glowing blue eyes as he bullied his cock into your pussy without warning.

26. "Hmmm, just testing the waters, pretty." Gojo grinned, dipping a finger into you before furrowing his colorless brows, sending a rough slap to your bare ass in surprise, "Damn, you're fuckin' tight girl,"

27. "I'll show you who you belong to," He ripped your flimsy panties off of your figure, grinning at the wetness on them, "Don't test me."

28. "Keep bouncin' on my cock just like that," A breathy grunt left his glossed lips, hands resting on your hips as he watched you.

29. "Mmhmmm, you're struggling a little, huh," The mans's lips formed into a lazy smile, calloused hands gently squeezing your waist, "What if I help you with that..."

30. "Now that little friend'll know who you belong to next time you see 'em, precious." Your boyfriend smirked down at you, eyes tracing all of the marks he had left on your body, and the way too obvious hickeys adorning your neck and collarbone. You were definitely going to quit those off-the-shoulder tops for a while...

31. "Ohhhh, yes, fuck- oh my god, clench down on me, just like that, sweetheart--- fuck, don't stop," Your boyfriend practically yelled, throwing his head back at the sudden pleasure of your tight pussy clenching around his long shaft, squeezing his eyes shut.

32. "You okay, beautiful? Did I go too rough on you?" A slightly worried look formed on his face, quickly disappearing once you shook your head in response, your legs shaking and buckling as you calmed down from your previous orgasm.

33. "Guess who made a mess on youuuu," Gojo chuckled in slight exhaustion, watching your passed out figure on the bed while he oh so gently cleaned all of his cum off of you, softly smiling as his now chapped lips pressed against your cheek in a loving peck.

34. "Y/nnnnn," Your boyfriend called, carefully shaking you. Once your eyes fluttered open, he grinned, "there she is," He leaned down to press a kiss to your plush lips, humming "Mmmh, You were so good for me today, love. C'mon, the bath is ready."

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nikethestatue · 1 month

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Chaotic Reading of the Azriel Bonus Chapter

So I meant to do this a while back, but just never got to it. Made my BF read Azriel's bonus chapter and the HOFAS bonus chapter.

(He knows names of characters--Elain, Azriel, Cassian and Nesta. He doesn't know who Gwyn is. He is generally only interested in Cassian, because 'he is strong and handsome' and looks like him. Doesn't exactly know who Rhys is, but knows the name and knows that he is in charge. Also he calls Rhys 'the main wizard'. For some reason he thinks that Fae are wizards. So here you go.)

Recorded reactions:

Oh, he depressed. Why? He didn't like his Solstice gifts?

Cassian is pounding Nesta, isn't he?

Oh, there she is! Who is she? Oh Elain! Hi pretty girl! Emo boi is into her for sure.

Is she into him? Because why? He is kind of boring. Is Cassian a one woman man?

Ohhh, he wants to tap that!

Oh, he really wants to tap that!

What the hell kinda weird gift is this? Babe (this is directed at me), don't give me ear plugs for Christmas.

Eat that pussy bruh!

Is he gonna bite her? he should bite her!

It's a cute gift. He could've gone a little flashier though. Maybe throw in a diamond and a ruby.

Oh, look, she is offering it on a silver platter!

Wait, why is this guy here?

Wait? he is not gonna eat that pussy?

Where. Is. The. Smut?

Bruh is a cock blocker on steroids. Wait, who is Lucien?

Why do we care about Lucien? (I explain briefly)

Blood Duel sounds rad.

Elain is stepping out with the emo Azriel on her mate. (laughs) They sound Australian! (proceeds to say 'mate' a lot in an Australian accent)

Is there gonna be a blood duel?

I feel like there is a lot of teasing in this chapter.

Oh, he is cold. He just went 'this was a mistake?!!" Yea, girls love hearing that.

Who is Mor? An ex? Oh, it's that chick you don't like. I feel you.

Babe (addressing me), this Azriel of yours has no game. This Rhys guy the Grand Wizard just told him to back off and he backed off? Who does that?! That pussy isn't gonna lick itself. Poor Elain. I hope she throws that necklace back in his face. Can I blood duel the shit out of him?

Don't like him at all!

(I correct him and tell him that Rhys is a High Lord not a Grand Wizard (that would be the KKK))

*mutters under his breath* He is acting like a Grand Wizard!

Yeah, be depressed emo boi! Who leaves a lady hanging like that?

Yeah, well, she is better off with Cassian anyway.

Does Elain have special powers? Can she burn him or something? Or Rhys? Rhys needs to mind his own business. Wait, back up. Lucien is in the same house? She doesn't like Lucien, does she? (laughs)

So if they kissed, they'd just do it in the living room for everyone to see? That's bold of them.

This chapter is very frustrating.

Emo boi needs self-esteem classes.

Who the hell is she?

Is he into her too?

Noooo, he is not into her! What bloody memory? Did they fight?

Why is she cutting the ribbon on Christmas?

Is she like a nun?

Wait, he lives in a convent with nuns?

Oh she is a priestess? Of what? Is she a nun?

(Explain to him that she is not a nun)

But he lives with a bunch of nuns?

(Explain the layout of the House of Wind)

He is into Elain, so I guess he doesn't care. Also, this setup is weird. Does he not have an apartment? Wait, he lives with Nesta and Cassian? Like roommates? Or is this a menage? No, it's not a menage, right? Because he wants to eat Elain out--and DIDN'T (kind of yelling at this point)

(Explain it's not a menage. But Nesta wouldn't mind if it were)

Okay, this conversation is boring.

He sings? Like in a band?

Oh, this is like "Kill Bill". Emo Azriel is Pi Mei. He is teaching her to kill people. I can respect that.

...This chapter is weird. Why is this part even here? Is she gonna cut the ribbon?

All I am imagining right now is Gwyneth Paltrow cutting a ribbon with a sword. (laughs)

Nope, she did not cut the ribbon.

(proceeds to offer a lengthy explanation on how difficult it is to cut a ribbon like this. I am forced to listen.)

Azriel can cut a ribbon! I think SJM legit stole this whole training idea from 'Kill Bill'. Didn't the Bride have to cut a ribbon too?

(He is not wrong)

Okay, so..........now he just leaves? What was the point of this whole part with her? I don't get it.

Ahhhhh, my girl! She left that necklace for him to find! Yeah, you go girl, feminist queen!

Not even gonna ask about this snowball fight. Is this like a cutsey thing they do?

Ohh, who is Clotho? Is she like Fate? Why are the seven bells singled out? Does it mean something? She can't talk? Aww she feels bad for him. Well, she shouldn't! (said aggressively)

I feel like this necklace is more than just a necklace. Do they explain it later?

(No)

Okay, so he just gives it away? Oh god. Please don't say Clotho is going to give it to Gwyn!! No. No. That's weird.

So wait, that's it?

This is what you guys have been fighting over for three years? (laughs) That's stupid (he is not wrong) But what are you fighting over? That he should've beaten Rhys's ass?

(no, some say that he is into Gwyn because of the last line)

Like romantically? (asks incredulously) What are you fucking stupid?

(decisively)

As a man, I can tell you he is not into her. If you are gonna give a woman a gift, you don't go through others. You want to see her reaction. You want to see her smile. You want to put it on her. The first part did it right. Not sure what the purpose of the second part was, but I hope he and Elain get some kind of a resolution, but he needs to ask for forgiveness. And so does Rhys. Does Gwyn cut the ribbon at some point?

(Yes)

Good for her. Now she can go and start avenging shit, like the Bride.

Final question, does he eat Elain's pussy at some point?

(No)

She should ask Cassian. He'd do it. And do it well.

The End

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quotidianish · 1 year

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uh uhhhh a the uhh

the tf2s are terrorized by a big scary monster living in the base,, and when they find it it turns out to be like, a possum or something . That might be silly uhhhh

oh oh uh everybody shows their appreciation for miss pauling,, because she’s pretty epic and she deserves some I think

medic and heavy try to have a nice date and everybody keeps on interrupting them and eventually they just give up

engineer and medic invent some stupid shit together honestly just more engineer and medic friendship would be epic

sniper scout and demo all apart are smart in their own rights,, but when together 1 braincell,,,

hmmm uhh. ,, , heavy helps spy learn Russian? Or maybe heavy doesn’t know spy can speak Russian so he insults him one day and spy insults him back

scout and spy do a father-son activity ,, but not because they wanted to do father-son bonding ,it was by accident. Like scout was rambling about baseball and spy said it was stupid so he was like, oh yeah? Bet you’re just jealous, and spy retorts by saying he can throw and scout bets him and they end up playing catch lmao

more trans soldier,,, for the funsies

sniper and demo argue about cryptids and which ones are real or not,, and which animals are real or not because a lot of Australian animals totally sound like cryptids

tired medic,, I know he’s probably on cocaine like twenty four seven or however you say it, but he’s gotta run out at some point

engineer gaming losing his mind !!!! ho boy that’d be scary I think,

pyro’s parents are coming to earth to visit them and they’re like some sort of cosmic-lovecraftian-horrors ,, peeping the horror am I right or am I r anyway scout can handle these man-made horrors just fine maybe you have a skill issue or something

demo listens to breakcore,, I know it’s not like invented for like another million years but idk I think I’d be silly and I think he’d like it

scout learns how to read yayyyyy he reads his first book or something maybe like the ones with the silly golden retriever you know the ones,, like uhh hmm let me search it up OH THE DOG’S NAME IS BISCUIT !!! Yeah the biscuit books,, the I Can Read! ones

movie night !! Its spy’s turn to pick the movie but nobody except heavy and soldier like it and scout starts to argue and eventually they end up with pyro picking the movie like always. (They just put on golden girls episodes’ or something)

Demo is secretly a painter,, more specifically an impasto painter. Pyro finds out and is amazed and asks him to help them learn how to paint. Demo lets them touch the paintings. (impasto paintings are meant to be touched ,,I mean how could you look at all the epic texture and just not. come on now)

I wish I had more but that’s all the thoughts my brain will let me think tonight, hope these help and stuff!! Also I love your art and your memes are so fucking funny,, your headcannons are very epic too,,,, hhhh goodnight I have to sleep now it is 4 am oh nooooo

Ohhh all of these headcanons are so good…. Especially love the scout + spy father son bonding activity. Aggressively chucks ball at his da’s crotch. Swings bat and accidentally managed to bash his son in the face. At the end they have achieved a new level of understanding with one another. Btw medic’s proposing to heavy on that one where the offense class is stalking out of a bush. And thank you so much man <333 these headcanons are fire too 💥💥🫡

#tf2 #art #quotidianish

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kiankiwi · 3 months

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Jacob comforting pregnant reader who’s been at home all day stressed bc she has to watch the kiddos while daddy is on set <3

OHHH

We easily get overwhelmed so Jacob knows to bring home flowers, chocolates, a bath bomb... something to cheer us up and gives us time to ourselves to decompress from the day while he handles bath time and bedtime.

We hate to use the "wait till your daddy gets home" line but they know not to misbehave for daddy if they've been rowdy all day.

He makes a point to bring the kiddos outside to play some while we get time to ourselves to take a bath or shower, read a bit, watch a bit of an actual adult show or do whatever we need to do to relax which usually includes having a big hormonal cry.

Jake usually comes to bed by the time we're just finished crying or at least calmed down to hiccups instead of gross sobbing. "Oh baby, hey hey hey, you're alright. You can cry. Everything's okay though, both the munchkins are sound asleep in bed and it's you and me now okay? Are you hurtin'?" Whenever he finds us crying, he always makes sure to ask if we're uncomfortable or in pain at all.

We shake our head and silently snuggle into his midsection, needing a hug. "Just need a cuddle? Okay babe." He cups our prominent bump with one hand and rubs his other hand up and down our back comfortingly. "Sorry, it's just a- a lot." You hiccup. "I can only imagine bubba. I try my hardest to do everything I can to help but you still feel bad?"

You nod, "Stupid hormones!" You chuckle as Jacob cups our face in his large hands and rubs our tears astray with his thumbs.

"It's okay baby, you're okay. How can I help?" You sigh. "Ummm," You eye the bathroom door. "C'mon you, I know you got an idea. Let me hear it." He says as he smiles and affectionately pinches our cheek.

"Can you read to me while I take a bath? You haven't read to me in a while?" Jacob nods. Jacob nods you won't care what he reads, you just want to hear him speak for a long time. His thick Australian accent is extremely comforting especially now that you're pregnant.

Jacob nods and steps away to grab his current read off of his nightstand. "You got it bub, you start the bath and I'll grab the fluffiest towel I can find!" You squeal in delight as you go and turn on the bath faucet.

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I LOVE these mini fics! @mooodyblue

#dad!jacob #dad!jacob elordi #jacob elordi fic #kiwiswriting #jacob elordi fanfic #kiwisblurbs #jacob elordi #jacob elordi fluff fanfic

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rachel !!! u have obvious unmatched scout posting but do u have any good headcanons or anything for demo and/or pyro. i like those guys

ohhh i like those guys very much

pyro!!

he/they/it/she/py/🔥/🦄/🍭/🪓/etc etc pronouns. ok obviously not the emoji pronouns because it's 1968 but can you imagine.

NOT HUMAN! that mask is their face and their "voice" isn't muffled by anything—it's just their best approximation of english

you can figure out what it's saying if you put in the time. that's why so far engie, who works closely with pyro, is the best at understanding it and often acts as an interpreter to the rest of the team

as for how pyro's insides work, i'm not sure. torn between a series of bladders (like kif from futurama) or what i can only describe as "a gyo situation."

no one knows whether she was born or made or simply materialized, least of all pyro, so instead of a birthday the mercs (well, mostly engie) celebrate her "mercday:" the date she started working for mann co (the only thing NOT redacted in her file). everyone makes a birthday cake and then puts it in the oven to burn. it's not a true mercday until the kitchen goes up in flames

demo!!

likes to Dad Drink with sniper and engie. i don't know if you've seen king of the hill but when hank and his friends stand around the alley with a six-pack of beers and go "yup." "yup." "yup." "mm-hm." it's like that

has a soft spot for scout (and scout has a soft spot for him). this was inspired by the winglet's SFM "an australian christmas bloody miracle" because i think it's kind of cute

constantly calling scout "cunt" and constantly having to walk it back because that word sounds REALLY harsh to american ears. oddly enough soldier doesn't mind it and has even started calling scout a cunt too

one of the smartest guys on the team and a pretty good tactician when it comes down to it (pretty much basing this on the "meet the demo" video)

you, sofa, know about this one, but i'll repeat it for the rest of the class: demo is a HUUUUGE history geek and he goes to renaissance faires with sniper (where else are you going to find a bowyer and a fletcher?) and sometimes scout (where else are you gonna find nerdy chicks and turkey legs the size of your head?)

loves soccer. watching or playing. has to call it "freedomball" to get soldier to play with him

#tf2 #YIPPEEEE THANK YOU FOR ASKINGGGG #<- how i type with he/him in my bio

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Something warm and comforting with maxiel?

Five career options Daniel considered and turned down after leaving F1, and one he didn't.

Adult entertainer

“My decanter sold out, right,” Daniel says. He’s sprawled on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling, high out of his mind: one of the few consolations of being out of F1. The vape is hot in his hand and he doesn’t want to get any higher right now, so he should probably just turn it off; it’s top-of-the-line, Blake’s baby, and he’ll be upset if it overheats and fries itself. But Daniel is so comfortable he doesn’t want to move, body heavy and syrupy, perfectly in tune with the sofa cushions.

“Yeah, mate. Well done on that,” Blake says loyally. “What, you want me to approach the vineyard about doing another partnership?”

“Nah,” Daniel says, “I was thinking more like. What if I did one of those things where I make a cast of my dick, and we could sell, like, branded DR3 dildos, but in the shape of my actual cock.”

There’s a pause, long enough that Daniel finally rolls his head so he can see Blake, who’s staring at him with an expression of ferocious concentration. “Mate,” Blake says, “you’re too high. Give me the vape.”

“I just think—people would love it,” Daniel protests. “I’ve got a nice dick. I mean, I’m pretty sure. Max—people have said. Five out of five stars on ratemydick.com.”

“Ohhh-kay, yeah. Yep. Give me the vape, Mr Adult Entertainer.” Blake wrests it from Daniel’s unresisting hand.

2. Crypto spokesmodel (again)

“...and that’s why we think you’d be the perfect brand ambassador for Gainz Crypto Exchange,” the smiling American guy finishes.

Daniel’s leg is jiggling underneath the board table. “Yeah,” he says, “thanks, but—”

Blake interrupts. “Do we want to like, talk this over privately before we make a decision?”

Daniel loves Blake, but man that “we” grates at him. He smiles, to paper over an awkward moment, and says, “Nah, I think we’re good.” He turns back to the American guy. “Look, I’ve done more some reading about crypto”—he’s watched a couple of Youtube videos and listened to half a podcast episode; close enough—“and it’s really not where I want to put my focus right now.” Because it’s a massive Ponzi scheme preying on unsophisticated investors, he doesn’t add. “Thanks, though. Good luck with the Gainz.”

3. Yoga teacher

“Breathe in, and create awareness to your chest,” the instructor says. She’s pretty cute. Very relaxing voice, too. Daniel breathes in, and thinks about his chest, as instructed: it’s definitely there. Chesting. Doing whatever chests do. Digesting air and shit. “As we reach for the heavens, imagine pure energy flowing down from the sky into your body.” Daniel obediently imagines a waterfall of Red Bull pouring onto his head, and he’s not an expert, obviously, but he’s pretty sure he could come up with some better soothing imagery than that.

After the class, he calls his sister. “Do I have a relaxing voice?”

“What?”

“My voice. Is it soothing.”

“What? No,” she says. “You sound like a millennial Australian guy who’s spent a lot of time abroad.”

“Ah, that’s too bad,” he says, disappointed. “You don’t think I should teach yoga, then?”

“Daniel, what the fuck goes on in your head, I swear to god." Michelle sounds affectionate but also is clearly laughing at him. "I mean, if you want to, I guess? I feel like the voice isn’t really the most important yoga teacher qualification though?”

This is a very good point. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” he says. “Thanks, Michelle."

4. Children’s book author

“What if I wrote a children’s book,” Daniel says. “Daniel and the Really Fast Car, or some shit. I bet kids would love that. They love cars, right?”

Kristen and Dax exchange a look, and then Kristen says tactfully, “Children’s books are actually, like, surprisingly hard to do well.”

“Yeah,” Dax says. “A lot of them are shit.”

“Dax!”

“Honey, relax! I’m not saying Daniel and the Really Fast Car would be shit. And you would like, hire a professional to help, obviously. Just… it’s probably not as easy as it looks, that’s all.” There’s a haunted look in his eyes. “I’ve seen scansion like you wouldn’t believe.”

Daniel doesn’t actually know what “scansion” means, so, maybe children’s book writing is a no-go. “Ok,” he says equably. “I trust you guys."

5. Memoir writer

Daniel watches as the ghostwriter his publisher hired thunks her head rhythmically into the tabletop. “Uh,” he says.

She stops thunking. “Sorry! I never get like this with clients!” She sits up, and looks at him. “Daniel! You are so charming and lovely, but has it occurred to you that maybe you don’t actually want to write a book about your life?”

“I mean… I do, though?” They already have a title: Daniel Ricciardo: Pushing to the Limits. He’s excited about it.

The ghostwriter says, “Daniel, I have spent the past two hours trying to get you to tell me literally anything about your childhood or early life, and you have given me.” She consults her notes. “An extended rant about Skittles. Your views on which candies have the most international appeal. A run-down of your favourite places to buy snacks in twelve different countries. A comprehensive explanation, with partial demonstration, of which UFC moves you think you would most rock. And an overview of your favourite bands.”

“Uh.”

“When I asked you to give me a memory from your school days, you said, “Oh, man, you have to hear this new single,” and then got distracted by your own Spotify.”

Daniel considers this. “Ok, so… ah, fuck it,” he says. “Maybe you’re right.”

“Yes!” the ghostwriter exclaims, relief in her voice. “And you know, this doesn’t mean you’ll never write a memoir! Just maybe that now’s not the right time.” She starts to gather her things together. “Daniel, thank you so much, I really do mean this—it’s been a pleasure.”

+ 6. WAG

“Daniel, I still do not understand why you’re so upset about not having a job,” Max complains. “You have plenty of money. And it does not mean, if you take some time out you can never work again.”

Daniel considers this, and tries to explain. “It just feels like—ok, how many years have I spent hashtag keep pushing? Fist emoji, fist emoji? And now I’m just, like, sitting around like a lump, doing nothing.”

Max says, completely deadpan, “Well, we can talk about fisting later, but right now I think we should not be distracted,” and Daniel lightly chokes, but Max is still going. “You are not a lump, Daniel. You are a man who has worked very hard for a very long time, and now you are having a rest, that’s all.” He moves over so he’s leaning against Daniel, and wriggles his shoulder until Daniel lifts his arm and wraps it around him. “You aren’t that old yet. You still have time to do things. It is ok to just sit, for a while.”

Daniel sits, with his arm around Max, and thinks about what it would mean not to push, not to try, not to hunt to find the next thing. “I would basically be your WAG, you mean,” he says, and laughs.

Max twists to look up at him, and he’s not laughing. “Yes,” he says simply. “I think that would be lovely, if you would not mind it. Just for a little while.”

Daniel pulls Max in tight against him, and kisses the side of his head. His heart feels all wobbly and uncertain, like one of those videos of newborn giraffes or whatever trying to stand up for the first time. “Do you really,” he begins, and then stops himself. Max never says things he doesn’t mean. “Ok,” he says, instead. Ok.

#maxiel #my fic #for our agonies #dr3 #mv33 #asks #5+1

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This idea/question popped into my head last night and I think it might intrigued you too. Or at least it'll be fun to think about.

So we know that in the Slasher AU, Rena is dead and Ryan and Kingston are still running their L.V mafia. But what if they were a bunch of slashers? Whether they replace the weasels as the Slasher Villains or they are Las Vegas' group of killers? How much different do you think they and their relationships would be (not just with each other but other people, like Maya and Kingstons parents)? What kind of irl slashers would you compare them to?

If they are slashers alongside the weasels... Ohhh boy Shiny, Poppy, and Lottie are in for a shit show when they get on the road, I imagine.

SLASHER AU SLASHER AU SLASHER AU-

Okay so I saw this and had to get up, fill a hot water bottle and get comfy so I could respond. I'm ready now, here we go.

Slasher!Rena is Freddy down to a T. She's an orphan, she's a Huge Tease, she's terrifyingly cunning, and she'd absolutely come back for her daughter just to use her when she needs her. So Rena's basically herself, but with a taste for bloodshed. As opposed to King and Ryan, Rena probably always had a little bloodlust in her, from childhood; I can see her being bullied when she was little (she was a lanky, awkward thing who looked just like her brother- they called her a boy, boyish, masculine. Said she would never be pretty; that kinda thing. As well as 'poor' and 'orphan'. She and Ry still get adopted by King's parents in this au but that doesn't change the fact they aren't her real mum and dad, and children are cruel) and hating everyone around her (Except Ryan and King). She started hating guys, particularly, even more after she hit puberty and SUDDENLY!! everyone liked her.

As she grew up she became more and more the character we know- addicted to drama. Except its even worse, because... well, she's not satisfied with a little sex. Yes, thats great, but she starts to think that if she can kill... and then go to the funeral, too,... t h a t would be perfect. And of course, she targets kids she grew up with and their families. (And at this point, she's the most popular woman in the little australian farm town. She knows everyone, she's friends with everyone- So she has access, to everyone.)

After they move to Vegas, america's capital of bad mistakes, Rena really hits her perfect stride. Everyone there is her puppet.

(And *cough* I have this thought where, after Poppy/Shiny/and Lottie come to Vegas and meet the Roo's, and Lottie naively thinks she's finally found a parent who wants her (Rena's spinning it like Smartass took her and hid her from her mother- which we both know is nothing but lies), Rena digs into her daughter. She finds out everything that happened, convincing Lottie with gentle motherly touches and warm openness to tell her all her secrets. Then, for fun, Rena sells Lottie out to Greasy)

Slasher!Kingston is Chucky for sure XD Oh! And also Foxy and Stu!! Kingston still seems to think pretty clearly (Unlike, say, Otis or Baby. Or Tiffany. Or Billy.), he k n o w s the difference between right and wrong, he can explain ethics, but he just doesn't care ('wrong's the fun one'). Kingston basically started developing a bloodlust after Rena started killing. He was always pretty popular in school (AFL star) and in town; he was never bullied, but he's always up for trying something new! King's a bit of a thrill seeker (He drove before he had a licence way over the speed limit, he drank before it was legal, he smoked, he did drugs, he was up for really any dangerous stunt, etc), so when he stumbles upon his girlfriend with blood on her pretty face and his old football coach laying still on the ground, he's basically like... 'oh is this what we're doing now?? Well- shit- I'm down! Whadawe do with this??' *gesturing to the body of the man who kindly taught him football all through highschool* Who's next??'

And its not personal for him at all like it is with Rena, he'll kill anyone. Doesn't matter. He has very little in the way of empathy.

King just jumps on board immediately- following Rena's lead but quickly ~flourishing~ on his own. And, being a thrill seeker, he almost blows their cover so so many times! Rena gets so annoyed 😅 She has tied him to a chair with military grade knots through the night before on multiple occasions because they need to lay low now goddamnit!

As for his parents... he would absolutely kill them, no guilt no shame. He doesn't want to, he's not gonna go out of his way to do it (They're his mum and dad! He loves them, in his way), but if they found out about his extracurriculars and they started creating problems then he will shoot them in the heads.

Slasher!Ryan, true to his character, was never a really cruel person (Just complicit)... until Maya** was killed. So, I'd liken him to... maybe... Needy? From Jennifer's Body? After Jennifer and Chip were killed, she lost a l l semblance of being the 'good guy'. She went basically monotone, and just... pissed. And thats definitely Ryan (In the original universe too, but its definitely more violent in this one). Ryan definitely also has a mindless, wrathful Michael Myers thing about him.

He wants to destroy whoever did it, whoever took Maya away. But once its done... he still doesn't feel better. Ryan will never feel better. He's lost something very important inside him, he doesn't care anymore, and it will not ever go back to the way it was. He's like a mindless soldier for King and Rena to use as they will. (To their credit- they do try not to treat him that way though. Thats their brother, who's been with them no matter what since the start, and... they love him. He's their soft spot!! But sometimes they have to use him.)

Ryan goes into dissociative states where he will hurt anyone near him, and King has to hold him back (Which is a struggle- Ryan's stronger then any of them) while Rena forces a pill down his throat; covering his mouth until it goes down and he goes to sleep.

** Maya did not know about Kings and Rena's killings when she was alive. Ryan kept it from her, and though King made some odd jokes sometimes around her, and she might have had some suspicions... she never outright found out.

#i hope all that makes sense!! 😅

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vro0m's rewatch - 169/332

2016 Bahrain GP

Okayyy so Lewis is on pole again. His time is the record for the track. Then he was reprimanded for reversing in the pitlane, he had to go to the stewards about it and we thought for a moment he might lose the pole.

But he didn't!

The quali process is still being revised after the Australian fiasco. I have no idea what it looked like there. The proposal for the next race is absurd. Apparently they want to add up the best 2 lap times for some reason, then eliminate 7 drivers per session and the Q3 would set the top 8? Ridiculous. Bernie is being an asshole about it btw. Journalists are asking him questions like "why can't we go back to last year's system?" and his answer is "well because we've changed it haven't we?"

Ted says that the aggregate system (so what I've just described) is the only proposal on the table at that point because the hybrid system that basically would be new system for Q1 + Q2 and old system for Q3 is vetoed by Horner/RedBull.

Johnny Herbert interviews Lewis on the drivers’ truck. He says he had to work for his pole and Lewis says he always does.

He's happy with it though. Johnny asks who he's listening to and it's Travis Scott. Johnny asks if he has some of his own music on there and Lewis says loads, but refuses to give us a listen.

Johnny asks if he's concerned about the challenge the Ferraris pose. Lewis says he doesn't get concerned. They're very conscious of their pace and that they're gonna be quick. It's gonna be tricky. It's important to first get off the line well and then take it from there.

Well let's hope they get a better start than in the first round.

Oh but it was very close. Nico was only 0.077 seconds off Lewis. Anyway behind them it's Seb, obvi, Raikkonen, obvi, then Daniel, Valtteri, Massa, Hulkenberg, Grosjean, and Verstappen.

Oh. Alonso is not racing today. He was not cleared to run by the FIA doctor because he fractured ribs in his crash in Australia. OH AND HE ALSO HAS A COLLAPSED LUNG. How the fuck did he seem okay in the postrace?! Lol apparently Johnny suggested it might be time for him to retire and I can't believe he's still there 7 years later. Anyway Alonso is replaced by Stoffel Vandoorne.

Uhh Lewis arrived dressed like a Bahraini today.

Anyway, there's an interview. He's asked what he needs to drive a car fast. He says he was fearless and his dad put him in a car and he bombed it around the track. "And straight away I felt at home." He says in his first 5-10 laps he picked up the braking technique that he used his whole karting career. That's the motion that gives him the know-how of when to push and when he's going too fast or too slow towards the apex. He says it fascinates him how the mind works because they're looking so far ahead, planning like 100-200 metres ahead. He says it's not tunnel vision, he feels like he's seeing 180°, he says as he spreads his arms. "I can't see my hand right now, but somehow when I'm driving, all the sudden I can see there."

(i feel like they could've edited Johnny's sweaty armpits from it but well.)

ohhh all of a sudden the moment he said "it's like targeting with a gun" in the last build up makes sense. Idk why they chose to only broadcast that part without the sentence he said before that. So he's testing the new car and he says, as he's driving : "there are things that I'm looking for. It's just like targeting… Like with a gun. You're targeting the turn points." He says last year he was struggling and was trying to figure out what was the issue and then he raised his seat 5 millimetres and it changed the whole world. What about breathing? Yes, if you get the breathing right it helps you flow through it. But that's not something he needs to focus on in the car, it comes naturally. "To be honest I don't even know if I'm breathing during the race." He says he feels he doesn't breathe during the start. We're back in the car with him. He says braking feels like having an elephant on your back or leaning against you. You kind of lose breath. Johnny says Hunt used to say if you have an over steering car you can always drive it fast, whether understeering cars are a pain. Lewis says he generally likes a car that's gonna turn. (I mean. Yeah.) Johnny brings it back to his debuts. He says he was very impressive with that when he first arrived. Lewis says now he has to bring it back a bit and find better balance whether before he didn't have to worry about the rear tyres dropping off as much. Now you can lean on your front tyres more but the rear are very delicate. He says he thinks the problem with racing now is that you've got all these driver coaches, mind coaches, "which is all a bunch of [beeped]". He says it's because of insecure people who think they need those things. "Some people need that, weirdly," Johnny says. "They don't," Lewis says. "You don't think so?" – "Nooo, you just get lost, you don't need it." (Honestly not agreeing with this conversation at all.) Anyway he says you just gotta trust yourself. He says people start listening to a bunch of noise around which is not the important stuff. The important stuff is the more detailed things.

Ohhh you know what. I thought I saw her in the last race, her familiar blond ponytail next to Lewis' car. But she had her back turned so I wasn't sure and I ended up scrapping it from my review. But this time I can see her clear as day. It's Angela!

I did not think about when we'd be meeting her, for some reason. I'm so happy to see her though!

Okay. It's time for the race. Formation lap. Nico struggled to get away. Ohhhh no. Seb was going slowly. Over the radio he says he might have an engine failure. And right after we hear it, there's a cloud of white smoke following him. It's already over for him.

And here we go! The others are racing!

And Nico gets a better start, he takes the lead. OH NO CONTACT INTO TURN ONE, VALTTERI AND LEWIS CAME TOGETHER. There's damage. Oh it's a catastrophic start. Fuck. So it's Nico, Massa, Valtteri, Ricciardo, Raikkonen, Grosjean, Gutierrez, Hulkenberg, Lewis is P9!, and Sainz. No, he's still losing places, I think. "Something feels wrong with the rear," he says. Oh here he comes! Gaining again! He's sending sparkles everywhere as he goes though. Valtteri says things feel fine for him. At the end of lap 1 Lewis is P7. OH MORE CONTACT ! Sainz and Perez. Sainz has a puncture. The Saubers are racing each other, pushing one off track. On lap 5 Lewis is up to P6. Meanwhile Raikkonen overtakes Ricciardo for P4. Lewis is on him as well. The car seems drivable enough. And Ricciardo pits. Lewis is P5 as Raikkonen overtakes Valtteri for P3. Again Lewis is right there as well. Closing. Ohhh Jenson is stopping. Away from the track so no interruption. And Massa pits, so Raikkonen in P2 while Lewis overtakes Valtteri for P3! Gorgeous classic move! They were side by side into the corner but Lewis had the inside line and ended up in front. But Nico is 13 seconds in the lead. Valtteri pits. It's weird. Everyone is pitting at different times. Valtteri gets a drive through penalty for the start.

And it's lap 10. Nico, Raikkonen (+13.4), Lewis (+15.8), Grosjean, Verstappen, Vandoorne, Kvyat, Wehrlein, Nasr, Ericsson. Verstappen and Hulkenberg almost collide as the first one rejoins after his pitstop. There's loads of carbon fibre on track flying everywhere and hitting tyres. And a lot of overtaking in the midfield as well. Right now Vandoorne and Perez are battling through several corners, and Vandoorne wins. Raikkonen pits. He exits behind Ricciardo and Massa as the first overtakes the other and immediately goes for it as well! It's close racing! But he's ahead. He's now hunting Ricciardo. Mercedes mechanics readying themselves. Rosberg pits. It's quick. And Lewis pits as well, wow! 2.4 stop! Great job! I can't immediately say what the order is but Lewis is P6. Raikkonen overtook both Ricciardo and Kvyat! Damn. There's a lot happening in this race! Lewis has a lot of places to make up for now. Perez, Valtteri and Hulkenberg are battling for P10! And Ricciardo overtakes Kvyat while simultaneously, right behind them, Lewis overtakes Massa! Everything is happening so fast that the standings screen can't keep up, Crofty says. Raikkonen is setting fastest lap after fastest lap. And Massa attacks Kvyat. Ooo that was close but it stays clean. Lewis is closing on Ricciardo. And that's P3! Grosjean and Massa are battling over P5. And now Verstappen is closing on Massa.

Lap 20! Nico, Raikkonen (+12.1), Lewis(+20.8), Ricciardo, Grosjean, Verstappen, Massa, Vandoorne, Bottas, Ericsson. It's gonna be difficult changing the order of that top 3 but we're not even halfway through. Lewis is matching Raikkonen's lap times even though he's on mediums and Raikkonen is on softs so… Grosjean overtakes Ricciardo for P4. Then Ricciardo pits and he's P11. Soon after he's back up in P8. Verstappen pits from P5, out in P10. Grosjean pits from P4, out in P8 while Ricciardo overtakes Kvyat, or rather Kvyat lets Ricciardo past for P5. Lewis pits from P3. He's still P3. Daniel is now P4 while Raikkonen pits from P2 and is still P2 and Verstappen is already up in P8.

It's lap 30. Nico pits. 5.3 stop, not great, but he's so far ahead anyway, it doesn't matter. Lewis sets the fastest lap. Sainz DNFs, back in the garage. I'm trying to give you an overview but they're not showing the timings. Grosjean is closing on Kvyat for P5. Okay here we go so Nico is now 8.8 ahead of Raikkonen who's 3.5 ahead of Lewis. Then about 25 seconds down it's Daniel and Kvyat, followed by Grosjean, Verstappen, Bottas, Vandoorne (who's doing a good job btw) and Massa. Grosjean overtakes Kvyat now. Oooh. Big lock up for Kvyat a few minutes later that allows Verstappen to overtake him as well. Big battle for P8 between Bottas, Vandoorne and Massa. But Bottas pits as well as Kvyat. Rosberg is lapping people, while Lewis' last lap is 0.5 slower than him. 20 laps to go. Raikkonen pits, which puts him behind Lewis but Lewis will have to stop again. Then Nico pits and all the commentators think it's Lewis so they briefly marvel when he comes out ahead of Raikkonen before they realise.

It puts us on lap 40. Lewis is currently leading then, because he has to pit. Nico is 8 seconds behind him and Raikkonen 4 seconds further down. He'll definitely be out behind him. Then it's still Daniel, Grosjean, Verstappen, Massa, Kvyat, Vandoorne and Bottas. Grosjean pits again. 8.1, terrible stop. Lewis pits. 2.5. Nico sets the fastest lap while he exits the pitlane. He's far behind. They're all on the same tyre. As it seems clear Nico is gonna win this one, Crofty says only 7 other drivers have won 5 times in a row so far and all of them have won the title the season they did. Grosjean overtakes Massa for P6. Ricciardo is closing on Verstappen for P4. There's 10 laps to go. Max pits. He's out in P7, right in front of Bottas. At the front everything is boring btw. Nothing happening. Right as I wrote that Raikkonen's engineer tells him to not give up something might still go down. Bottas and Kvyat are battling for P8 and Kvyat wins. 5 laps to go. I'm bored. Verstappen overtakes Massa for P6. (Lewis is 20 seconds behind Nico btw).

It's the end of the race.

Nico wins ahead of Raikkonen and Lewis. They shake hands as they salute their team. It puts Nico 17 points ahead of Lewis in the standings.

Nico says the key was his good start. Lewis says it's painful but damage limitation was OK and he got some points. He says the damage on the car meant he couldn't do more than that. He's asked like three or four questions when Nico got the one lol. He thanks everybody for the welcome there in Bahrain.

Unfortunately the post race analysis is not available on my usual website anymore. Onto round 3 then.

#f1 #lewis hamilton #vro0m's race reviews #2016 #2016 bahrain gp

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headcanonsandmore · 2 years

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10 on the doctor who ask thingy?

favorite companion ?

Ohhh, that's so difficult! I don't actually have a number one fave companion, I just have an amorphous list of companions that I love. Speaking of which, in no particular order...

Ace McShane. Brave, kind and earnest kid who beats up Daleks with a baseball bat because they called her 'small'. Was a queer icon even when it could be alluded to. The direct ancestor to all NuWho companions. An icon, pure and simple.

Tegan Jovanka. Grumpy Australian Lesbian just wants to complain about not getting taken to Heathrow AGAIN and cuddle her princess scientist girlfriend.

Nyssa of Traken. The previously-mentioned princess scientist girlfriend. A really sweet and kind person. Is basically the reason the 5 TARDIS team didn't constantly fall apart.

Liz Shaw. Ridiculously overqualified scientist who knew her worth and didn't put up with nonsense. Bit of a fashion icon, despite the silly wigs. Also, I have an aesthetic crush on Caroline John so... yeah.

Jo Grant. A sweetie-pie who just wants everyone to get along. Dresses in ridiculous seventies fashion and I adore it. Even the Master likes her, that's how lovely she is.

Corporal/Sergeant/Mister First-name-unknown Benton. Best boy. Sweet cinnamon roll who is too pure for this world. Literally has no flaws. Everyone likes him. The blorbo from my space show. His friendship with Jo is sweeter than a coffee with six sugars. And he's very good at making coffee.

Leela of the Sevateem: She's a bad-ar*e knife-lady who will cut you if you disrespect her. But, also, she's like... really kind and earnest. Great combo. Glad she's still around and apparently having sapphic rapport with Romana over in the Big Finish stories.

Yasmin 'Yaz' Khan. Capable, smart, brilliant Yorkshirewoman. Queer icon for the twenty-first century, as well as a fashion icon whether she realises it or not. Doesn't take any cr*p but is also so kind and warm to people. No wonder a certain blonde fell for her.

Donna Noble. Icon. Pure and simple. What can I say about Donna that hasn't already been said? Doesn't put up with the Tenth Doctor's nonsense and is also that incarnations platonic soul mate. Always looks out for the vulnerable. Like I said, icon.

Wilfred Mott. Everyone wants a grandad as wonderful as Wilf. A pure soul. Stands by his loved ones. Shot a Dalek with a paint gun. Love him. Love him so much. RIP Bernard Cribbins.

Thanks for the ask!

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Minami Anon x3 but so real………. Yeah idk how old he's meant to be but he very much gives me like 21-30 35 at oldest age range vibes. Which I think/agree is a factor in Why He Is Like That. I know its technically noncanon but i also think a lot about the implications of Minami once never drinking but then when he discovered fire breathing he started drinking 24/7 from this one scene w Majima in dead souls like hmmmmmmm….. wonder what’s going on there buddy…….. something you'd like to share with the class Minami about how you perceive yourself/any potential wants for attention. Anyways it’s okay if the you sound untranslatable I understand and also relate to that feeling of 24/7 thinking i come across as incomprehensible 💖 no pressure to do so but I would personally love to read that Saejima teacher ramble and how it affects Minami etc etc also

ohhh man it's canon. if we're taking rggo's scraps as having some relevancy then dead souls absolutely is canon. and more importantly, its canon TO ME (takes consecutive puffs of my copium inhaler)

yeah i had this at the ready. yeah. i tear my shirt open and it has "the line from dead souls where Majima outs Minami as a fucking square" tattooed across my chest. not the line itself but those exact words. i cannot describe how his charm shot thru the fucking roof to me when i heard he used to be completely straight edge!! what a fucking dork!! come here i'm giving you a wedgie boy

and then the ehhhh half-subjective half-objective tragedy of him succumbing to a vice to the point of functional alcoholism (or currently functional aud as some folks call it, which is unfortunate naming conventions for those who use australian currency) implying he's been a "pretty good drinker" for an extended amount of time. and the kicker is majima totally could not care less. there's no evidence to Him Specifically being the one who got Minami to drink but it's absolutely regular Family practice, if the boy wants to fit in with the Majimagumi he needs to top up!

hc shit-i-made-up territory but i LIKE to believe that Majima personally influenced him this way during whatever limited time they had in direct contact with each other (cause while you COULD have their dynamic between a twat who signed up + the twat who runs the business and nothing more its not as fun. a little too parasocial methinks) but this is 99% due to me finding a song that makes me imagine the perfect sequence for this (dont get me.started on Majimagumi songs. i like to delude myself into thinking i'll animate to one of them eventually). also considering the kind of man Majima was during Shimano-servant-era i feel like it wouldnt be too out of character. he's not a malicious person but by god he does stupid shit and hurts people so much in so many horrific ways he could not care less about putting some highschool level peer-pressure shit on the new recruit just because he's Bored. what's one more hurt person in the grand scheme of things.

Alllso... getting back on track..? WHY was Minami straight edge in the first place. it could be any reason under the sun but the way it's worded here really sounds like it took a lot of willpower to break his resolve to just have a sip, just tryyyyyyy it, yadda yadda. if Minami is as punk as i totally project unto him to be, then he'd be no stranger to lives lived in excess..... i could not tell you for certain that Straight-Edge was a Punk Thing in pre-2010 Japan whatsoever. an attitude, sure, but i'm talking music scene shit........ however, gigs involve lots of booze at the bare minimum regardless of country. 'tis just the way of life. and 'tis a plausible outlet for WHY he seemed to have such a strong unwillingness to drink....

you know, outside of other stuff like experiences with friends and family. those can work too. those are considerably more sad and personal... those can work alongside gig culture shit. i dont have anything explicitly outlined but its definitely something i'd like to write for him... make up a little backstory so i can maybe explore some themes that RGG wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole, like addiction. it interests me a lot and getting it somewhat RIGHT interests me a lot. i know for sure RGG would fuck it up LMAO

#ikildaman shut the fuck up #also it provides an easily-contained plot outline that wont explode into tojo-wide world-ending conspiracy nonsense!#just kidding drug trade in the yakuza is canon 2 me and itd easily be the biggest form of income #fucking with their drugs IS a tojo-wide conspiracy #but speaking of which i also hc Minami as being even more staunchly against other forms of inebriation....#cause yall remember that VA who got wholly blacklisted for being photographed lining up regular gummy bears #japans attitude on drugs is ABYSMAL #also. speaking of his friends and family. i like to think his tattoo of the womans face is related to that 😁😁😁#its such a mysterious and strange design choice to me. like WHOOO IS SHEEEE..????#shes got to have some significance and if she doesnt well idc i decide she does #maybe family... maybe a friend..... possibly. somebody he lost #possibly to something related to unsobriety maybe. i dunno yet. but maybe #feels more original than defaulting to the abusive drunk parent stereotype and calling it a day #not that you couldnt also do that. i do like to believe his family sucked for whatever reason #nishida having folks at home isnt like uncommon in the yakuza by any means but i dont think its regular #plus with him being such an immature/lost dude..... where is your father boy...........#ALSO YES ^_^ i will try to post my teacher saejima realness sometime soon!!!!!

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funktechnisch · 8 months

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vaughn! 💗🌪️

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

lmaoooo vaughn was originally white i think that's the biggest one

i wasn't super sure what his deeper lore/personality was like so he's gotten a lot more complex emotionally for sure. the way he dresses is a little different too, i tried to tweak his og outfit to have some inspiration from the two real world equivalent cultures he would have (mom's side is nigerian dad's side is indigenous australian) while keeping the same silhouette. i added a lot of snakes to his design too! we (westerners) usually associate snakes symbollically with danger and deceit but from what ive read theyre associated with life and the earth and immortality and other positive associations in some african cultures and histories.

he's also got more of a theater kid flair to him in all his extra outfits ive designed lol

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

ohhh my god yes 100%. if he wants to and has to hide it he can but if he's in a familiar environment with people he trusts... it's SO obvious. he's a lot touchier with men he likes, he's a lot softer and kinder with them, and a lot more attentive. he goes out of his way more often than with anyone else if he's in love with someone, and he's also DANGEROUSLY protective. he'd sacrifice an entire city for the men he loves with no hesitation

#asks #TY GAB <3 #my oc #vaughn #glass cannon babey!

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ppoppokari · 2 years

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Ohhh okay gotcha! Makes sense :) and yeah it’s pretty cool! Ofc it’s just conjecture but it’s fun to fantasize about regardless 😜 and bruh yes visuals, don’t fight me on this okay you have visuals and a sense of style!! Interesting about genetic throwback though 😯 tell me more!

And yes a warning is needed so that everyone can be warned before they fall in love with you

Totally! Why stop yourself from fantasising that probably the best part of Kpop is the fantasising at least for me. Sorry for the delayed response I had to get into the venue. This is going hard ngl they have this Aussie rock bed doing the starter performances and they are popping the fuck off.

I disagree about the visuals but I won’t fight you hunny bunny. Okay so my genetics are a bit everywhere. I’m Indigenous Australian but I am part Scottish on both my parents side. But in my mums side (more specifically my Nanna) is a Tongan heritage but my Nanna also doesn’t know who her dad was but we know he wasn’t white so it’s only my Nanna who looks kind of similar to me but I’m the only one in the entire family who looks like me so we think it’s from my Nanna’s dad’s side so yeah. I’m literally just a question mark because I don’t even look like anyone on my dads side. Unless I state my nationality most people don’t guess it. It makes me feel weird because I’m a bit of the black sheep visually 🤪

#my forever buddy #wooahae

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thirstyandbeautiful · 2 years

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What about mafia daddies back in the days when they were still courting over baby but didn’t tell her and they see her clubbing with her friends and some guy is trying his luck with baby 😭 papi and daddy would have his head in a sec 🥵

Australian Daddies!Mafia AU The Courting Game

“We miss you.”

You rolled your eyes, but let them hear you giggle. Your men were so clingy, and while it probably would’ve been a turn off with any other men, it was such a turn on with the three of you. You could never get enough of them. You never wanted to get enough of them.

“We’re not even married yet, and the two of you are such goners.” You rubbed the pretty diamond clustered ring on your finger, pushing it around your digit with a brush of your thumb.

Daniel hummed, “Not every lifetime you find your soulmate in not one, but two people.”

You felt your heart twist, but kept it casual. You didn’t like having emotional outpourings when anyone could be listening. That was more Dan’s recklessness.

“Such a sap.” you teased as you pushed the breakfast tray further on to your dresser so it wouldn’t fall.

“That’s not even the worst of it.” Michael called from the background.

“Aye, shut it.” Daniel called back.

“No fighting when I’m not there.” You chastised them.

“We’re not fighting.” Daniel told you, “We just miss you.”

You wish they could’ve seen your puppy pouted face, you knew how cute they thought it was, “Where are you guys now?”

“We left Austria this morning.” Michael called, his voice getting closer, “Now we’re in Ibiza.”

“Partying without me?”

“No,” Daniel whined, “the group we’re meeting with suck. They just wanna meet tomorrow night at some club and then we can go home.”

Your eyes wandered over to the bag you had packed in the corner of the room, “Ah, a good faith meeting? Seeing if you can hang?”

You heard both of them groan, a chorus of exasperated sounds and agreement over how they just wanted to be home. You couldn’t have agreed more a few days ago, but since your latest plot, you just felt the excitement build inside you.

“I wanted to tell them to fuck themselves, but-”

“We couldn’t pass them up,” Michael interrupted, the soft thud of Daniel being pushed away while he took the phone made you smile, “but we’ll be back in time to spoil you around lunchtime tomorrow.”

You checked the time and answered quickly, “Promises, promises.” you teased as you moved to grab your bag.

“What are you up to?”

With a simple question, you froze. Michael was a little too sly for his own good, and you didn’t need him ruining this for you. It was his expertise after all, foiling any plans no matter how well constructed to catch him off guard.

“Just around the estate.” you muttered.

“Just around?”

“Yes?” You questioned, turning on your brattier attitude when you heard the car service pulling into the driveway, your men talking to them there, “What am I supposed to be doing? You left me behind, I’m keeping myself occupied.”

“Darling,” Michael growled, “don’t ruin tomorrow for yourself.”

You pursed your lips and smirked, “Why not?”

Before he could answer, you pressed the red button on the screen and tossed your phone into your purse. Quickly, you grabbed your bags and ran out into the hallway.

You had a flight to catch.

“Oh fuck yes!” your friend happily shouted as she popped open the champagne on your jet, “This is my favorite.”

“That’s why I got it.” you blew her a kiss as you leaned over your own seat with two glasses.

You and your group of friends all cheered as you lifted your glasses and swallowed them down in one go. It had been a long time since you’d been out with your friends, and while it felt really fun, you were even more excited to get to your men.

“Did you tell them we’re coming?” One of your friends asked, pulling you back to the present.

“No, no, it’s a surprise.” all the girls made sounds of excitement.

“Ohhh, are they gonna be mad at you for leaving home without telling them?”

“Yuck,” one of your friends rolled her eyes, “I hate when they’re like that.”

“No, no,” another friend interjected, “the Aussies aren’t like that, they just actually care about her.” She turned to you with a smile, “I think it’s cute.”

“Yeah, apparently we all need our own Aussie.”

“Would be better than the piece of shit I let take me out last month.”

“Hey, I thought that piece of shit was a prince?”

“Well, he didn’t kiss like one.”

They all burst into laughter at that one. You caught your breath as you took another sip of your mimosa. You had surrounded yourself with a good group that you knew would ensure your traveling safety. A plane stuffed with a heiress and different high table families’ daughters? Not a chance of anything getting through that many security teams.

“So what are we doing?” Your friend checked her phone, “It’s gonna be... night? Right, night? When we get there.”

“We’re going to a club.” You told them.

“Is there where Daniel and Michael will be?” One asked slyly.

“Yup. We’re gonna go to the club, they’re gonna realize I’m here and-”

“She’s gonna get fucked.” one of your friends interrupted as the rest laughed.

“Hopefully, I mean a woman has needs!” you laughed with them, “No, no, we’re gonna go, have fun and then spend the rest of the week there- just us girls.”

“Oh! You’re not going back with them?”

“Fuck that. They left me home alone for a week, they’re gonna feel that shit too.”

The girls all cheered as you passed around another bottle of champagne. Over your shoulder, you saw your security detail shake their heads. You winked at them before turning your attention back to your tipsy faves.

All the girls moved through the adjoining doors of their suites. You had very nicely reserved four rooms for them, one for each of your friends for your stay. It was easier this way, so they were all close together during this vacation. You were the fifth person in the group, and while you fully intended on sleeping with your men tonight, you figured you’d bounce around your friends’ rooms after you sent the boys home.

Yes, tonight is gonna be fun, you thought as you walked out of the bathroom and in front of the large mirror near the door.

“Oh my god, are you really bringing that dress back?” Your friend laughed as she looked at you in the mirror’s reflection, “When you’re being courted?”

“What? You don’t think it looks good on me anymore?” You teased as you took a step closer to put your lipstick on.

The dress in question had been quite the statement every time you wore it. It was custom, something you’d dreamed up with a designer who had pursued you for a time. He’d had it made and sent to Swarovski and then Tiffany’s to have it decorated with crystals and actual real stones. The soft, thin, meshy material of the dress matched your skin tone perfectly, and was short. A majority of the dress was covered in crystals that were super small, and placed in a way that made you sparkle instead of obnoxiously reflect light, with each movement you made. It emphasized the hell out of your curves.

It was also completely see through, save for the cluster of larger strategically placed diamonds over your private places.

“It’s really such a shame I can’t remember the poor bastard’s name.” you joked when your friend reminded you of how you got it.

“Are you trying to just get fucked or are you going for pregnant already?”

You choked on a laugh as you turned to her, “Definitely not.” you looked at the tube of lipstick as you carefully slipped the cap on, “The boys and I are... old fashioned.”

“What does that mean?”

You regretted saying it when you heard the hush that came over the room, everyone’s ears turned towards you as you were forced to answer, “We aren’t going to fuck while we’re courting.”

“Oh, wow.”

“Wow.”

“Didn’t see that coming.”

“Me either.”

You rolled your eyes at their reaction and chuckled, “It’s sweet,” you mumbled as you willed yourself not to start sweating from the heat in your cheeks, “but also really fucking frustrating.” you muttered under your breath.

You’d be lying if you didn’t admit you were put on edge. All the sexual energy around the three of you didn’t do well being stifled. You could practically gag for it at any moment. Just the week before, you’d been dry humping a pillow while on facetime with them. It made it worse that they could fuck, and they did fuck in front of you, cause you could do nothing but watch.

Your friends’ laughter pulled you out of your lust haze, “So, wait. What was the point of this?”

You tilted your head, “Please tell me you know how to have sex aside from the penis in vagina type.”

“Jesus, you freaks are gonna end up with so many kids.”

“Oh my god.” you groaned as you tossed your lipstick into your bag, “Let’s just go.”

“Baby,” Michael called from the bathroom, “did you take my-” he almost laughed at the zoned out face Daniel wore as he sat on the couch, so focused on his phone, “are you good?”

Daniel didn’t answer.

“Helloooooo,” he waved his hand as he made his way across the suite, his black slacks and black dress shirt open towards the top of his collar, “we have to leave soon and-”

Daniel’s eyes glanced up at Michael before he finally seemed to come back to himself, excitement making him fidget, “Sweet fuck, look at this little show.”

Daniel looked giddy as he passed his phone to Michael, and told him to click on the little round image on your IG profile. He could see you’d added a new story, and when he clicked on it, the first thing that came to mind was that you’d reposted a story from a friend. The second thing that came to mind was what the fuck is she doing?

You looked so good, so fuckable, so delicious, walking down the street, the street lights making that sinful dress glitter. Your little giggle just made it all the more tempting as you spun in a perfect circle as you continued down the sidewalk.

“Wait, where is she?” Michael asked as Daniel stayed in trance, tapping the little button so he could replay the video over and over.

“I dunno.” He grumbled as he switched his weight back and forth on each foot, his brown booted feet digging into the rug.

“Babe.” Michael said impatiently, grabbing the phone and tapping the location written across the bottom of the screen, “Oh, she wants to play.”

“Why?” Daniel reached for his phone but Michael moved away from him, “Where is she?”

“She’s where we’re going.” Michael grinned at Daniel.

Daniel smiled back at his lover and leaned forward to kiss him, “Well,” he whispered against one of his lover’s lips, “let’s go play.”

“Miss, this club is-”

“Fun! Right?” you teased your security as they looked worriedly around.

You didn’t blame them for being uneasy. It was a huge venue, lots of lights and music. It bordered on overwhelming, but you could still hear each other when you talked so that had to count for something.

The tables were on raised platforms scattered amongst the dance floors, so there was no corner booth or private room to stick all of you in. It was super cool as a club concept, a complete nightmare for a security professional. At lest there was a walking platform around the circular platforms, and the couches faced inward. You actually had to kneel on the couch and lean over it backwards to hear your guy.

“Don’t worry,” you patted the shoulder of one of the men who nervously looked around, “just keep an eye out for Daniel and Michael, okay?”

You giggled at the less than calm expression on his face as you patted his shoulder and turned to sit on the cushioned couch.

“Look what I got us!”

All the girls were getting rowdy, enjoying drinks and the constant flow of shots that were brought to the table. With the venue being a well known hangout for your kind of people, you were all easily recognized as soon as you stepped inside. It worked to your advantage cause you were seated quickly, and you were pretty sure you wouldn’t have to pay for anything.

The waiter placed the new glasses on the table in the middle of your seating as his boss bounced up the steps behind him.

“Excuse me,” he motioned to you and leaned in so you could hear him, “my boss was wondering if you wanted to join his meeting with your suitors, it’s about to begin.”

You tilted your head up at the second floor balcony where you’d seen a few sharply dressed men walk back and forth, no doubt the command center of the venue and whoever owned it.

“No,” you sighed, “that won’t be necessary.”

You took a sip of your drink as you watched the man nod and walk away. Once he was out of sight, you looked back up. If it was about to start, that meant-

As always, it was that pull. That damned pull that you couldn’t get enough of. The feeling that made you all believe you were meant to be, as Daniel put it ‘soulmates’. You all always knew. You always knew where each other were.

It had to be since the moment you looked up, you found two pairs of eye looking down at you. The iron fencing that made up the balcony railing let you get an eye full. Michael, in all black, and Daniel, in a white shirt, deep red pants and brown boots. You lifted your glass to them. Daniel shook his head while Michael grabbed his arm and pulled him away.

You pouted at the lack of attention, even though you knew there was business to take care of.

It was a really good thing you hadn’t decided to crash their meeting. Not when you had to swallow your watering mouth and press your legs together after just getting a glance at them.

“Hey, come on, loosen up!” one of your girlfriends passed you a shot to down as they all got up and danced on the couches.

You stayed with your feet on the ground, your dress was way too short, and way too revealing for you to be climbing on to couches and tables. You still had fun and danced around carelessly with your girls. A while later, when you were all out of breath, one of your friends grabbed your arm.

“That waiter hasn’t been back! What an asshole.”

You laughed and leaned in toward her, “I’ll go ask for more drinks.”

She cheered as she pulled herself back up on to the couch and danced. You laughed and shook your head as you walked towards the stairs that led off the platform on to the dance floor that covered the place. You could see the bar from there, it was a short distance away. You also didn’t want to be unconscious for your men later, so you hadn’t drank more than a shot or two.

In short, you were fully capable of making your way to and from the bar without any assistance.

Which is why you had pushed away your guard when he had tried to walk in front of you. You exchanged some words, given him some looks and ultimately had been allowed to leave solo.

You counted it as a win.

You counted more wins as you walked through the sea of people all the way to the bar. You were so proud of your progress that you actually got annoyed when the bar tender moved to the end of the bar that was furthest away from you as soon as you reached him.

It’s fine, I’m an adult, not a full time brat, I can wait for him to come back to this end. You thought as you took a deep breath.

You had actually been chilled out as you waited at the bar. You started throwing around scenarios in your head of when your men would choose to make an appearance, if they’d come to the dance floor or maybe they’d watch from afar this time?

You’d been so deep in your own fantasies that you hadn’t realized someone was close to you until you felt the rush of their breath hit your ear.

“That dress.”

Your whole body recoiled and you bent your arm, elbowing the person as you turned to face them. It was an innocent hit, at least you made it look like one. You scowled as you looked at the unwanted man in front of you. His blond hair and green eyes doing nothing for you when your heart was elsewhere. If anything, you felt your frustration melt in annoyance as he smiled at you.

“Wow.” he said, before looking you up and down.

“Ugh,” you looked distastefully at him, “go away.”

You turned your head and started to turn your body, until he grabbed your arm. His fingers dug into your sleeve and your body froze from the sudden aggression.

“Hey,” he hissed, “I’m talking to you.”

You looked down at the hand on you just in time to catch the flash of a rose on the fist that curled into his stomach, knocking the breath from the idiot who dared to touch you.

His hand dropped and he doubled over as the back of Daniel came into view in front of you. He shoved the guy so he stood up straight.

“Hey mate,” he said with a fake friendliness, “having a good time?”

His fit pulled back and landed right back into the same spot on the stranger’s stomach.

“Wait, wait!” the guy yelled, holding his hands up as Daniel stepped into his space.

You watched with bated breath and jumped when you felt a hand on your waist, but the soft shushing in your ear calmed your nerves as Michael pulled you back against him. You melted against him, and felt him rest his cheek on the top of your head.

It was then you realized that your men’s crew had made a bubble against the bar, and people were not breaking into it. The guy looked around, fear in his eyes before he tried to swallow it down and look tough again. He looked at Daniel and lifted his chin, even though his hand was pressed to his stomach.

“M’not doing shit.” he hissed, “M’not doing shit to you.”

“Oh, he’s not doing anything!” Daniel laughed.

You felt Michael kiss your hair as his fingers stroked your hip. You rested your hand over his.

“Didn’t look like nothing.” Daniel hissed, the lack of people around you making you able to hear him clearly.

The guy didn’t move, but he didn’t say anything. He flinched when Daniel grabbed his arm and pulled him forward. He threw his arm over the guys shoulders as he made him face you and Michael. The guy looked at you annoyed before his gaze wandered north and froze.

Uh, oh, you giggled to yourself.

He turned his head to Daniel, “I didn’t know.” he quickly sputtered out, “I didn’t know, honest.”

You smiled at him and licked your lips as you stayed quiet. It was hilarious that he thought you’d help. Especially since he seemed to recognize your trio now that you were together.

“Now, you do.” Daniel said calmly to him as he dropped his arm and moved away from him.

The guy never saw Michael coming.

You had felt his hands push against your lower back, making sure that you weren’t leaned against him before he quickly moved around you and nailed the guy right in the face.

Alex and Nick moved forward quickly and grabbed him, dragging him out towards the back of the club. When you faced back forward, Daniel was speaking into George’s ear as George passed leather gloves to Michael. He was the first to pass you, and winked at you while doing so. You still had the stupid grin on your face as he followed behind Alex and Nick dragging the guy out the back door. And that stupid grin only grew as Daniel booped your nose as he walked past you.

“Well, while they take care of that...” George pulled a card out of his back pocket, “Have your incompetent security drive you back. Now.”

You pursed your lips as you made a look of insult at George before he scoffed and walked away. He was quite the hard ass for being Michael and Daniel’s right hand man, but seemed to get real pleasure out of priding himself in comparison to your team which he viewed as not as skilled as himself.

“Whatever.” you muttered under your breath as you nodded to your guys who were still on the platform, for fucks sake, and moved towards the front entrance of the building.

You looked out the glass window that spanned from the floor to the ceiling of the suite, taking in the skyline. It was amazing to see all the lights out, the colors, even in the dead of night.

You took another step to see how far down you could see when you heard the beep of the door being unlocked. Turning on your high heeled feet, you caught Daniel just before he collided into you.

He kissed you hard, his strong arms around your waist before he pulled away and stroked your cheek, “You’re alright, sweetheart?”

You smiled at the sound of his voice as you shook your head, “Yeah, I’m fine.” you assured him before turning your head towards Michael.

You stayed in Daniel’s arms but held your hand out to him. You felt your mouth water as he pulled off one of his leather gloves, the sight of them made your heart beat faster, before his bare hand grabbed yours and lifted your knuckles to his mouth. He pressed soft kisses to your skin.

“I’ll be right back, just gonna wash my hands.” he winked as you nodded.

You wrapped your arms around Daniel as he pressed his forehead to your own. Smiling at him, he goofily giggled as he looked into your eyes. His fingers pressed into your sides as he held you to him.

“Hi.” you whispered.

Daniel grinned, “Hi.”

You swayed a bit in each other’s arms, until you heard Michael’s foot steps return. Daniel playfully grabbed your waist and turned you, manhandling you until you were in front of him, your back to his front as his arms snaked around your waist to hold you tight.

Michael’s steps slowed as he approached you. You felt your heart beat faster as you took in the way his gaze raked up and down your body.

“That dress...” Michael mumbled.

“I like being covered in jewels.”

You jumped when Daniel’s hands squeezed your ass, “You’ll never go a day without them.” he rasped into your ear as his lips pressed to your neck.

Your eyes slipped shut for a moment as Daniel nibbled on your pulse. You reached behind you and sunk your nails into Daniel’s curls to keep him right where he was. He hummed into your throat as his teeth skimmed your skin.

“M’surprised you like it.” you kept eye contact with Michael as best you could.

“Why’s that?” Michael pushed his hands deep into his pockets as he leaned against the vanity a few feet away.

“It was a present,” your eyes rolled back as Daniel sucked on a sensitive part of your neck, “from a man who wanted to be either one of you right now.”

Daniel’s fingers dug into your hips so hard it stung, and you gasped when you heard the loud tearing of fabric.

“Daniel!”

His hands curled into the ripped material and ripped it across your tummy, a cascade of shiny crystals showered the floor as he continued ripping apart your dress until the lower half slid down your legs. Your chest was exposed from the rip that had run up the center, the tight sleeves the only thing keeping it on your body. Your tits hung heavy in the lust filled air of the room. Daniel’s hands scorched your skin where they laid possessively on your tummy and waist.

Michael stepped forward and kicked your mangled dress away, and took your chin between his fingers. You looked up at him with half lidded eyes and parted lips. He looked down at you thoughtfully as Daniel kissed and sucked at your neck, destroying your flawless skin with a bloom of colors. It was amazing how both men took you apart so skillfully, so aware of each other and yet not even acknowledging the other’s efforts.

Michael’s eyes were half lidded, like your own. Daniel moaned terribly into the crook of your neck, and you couldn’t help the way you whimpered as his teeth sharply dragged across your shoulder. His fingers pressed into your ribs.

“What do you reckon we should do with her tonight?” Michael breathed out, still looking down at you. You parted your lips, but Michael pressed his finger to them, “Shhhhh, the men are talking, sweetheart.”

With his thumb pressed to your lips, it was easy to part them and bite the end of his thumb.

“Fuck!” he pulled back, the strained bulge in his pants obvious now that he wasn’t crowded in your space.

You grinned, “Shhhh, sweetheart,” you purred, “it wasn’t that bad.”

Daniel snickered into your skin before dragging the flat of his tongue up your neck. The wet drag made you shiver, and before you knew it, Michael was back in your space. His large hands grabbed your face and tilted it back, giving Daniel more room to ravage you while he finally kissed you.

You moaned loudly as you parted your lips, kissing be damned, and you pushed your tongue into his mouth. Michael followed your bait and went to dominate the kiss, but you stopped that as soon as you sucked on his tongue. His hands dropped from your face and gripped your tits hard as he moaned. He fondled your chest as you both wetly licked each other’s mouths and sucked and pulled and bit each other’s lips.

“Fuckkkkk,” Daniel groaned, “we gotta do something. Someone has to do something to me.”

You giggled into Michael’s mouth as Daniel ground his hips into your ass, letting you feel just how turned on he was. You whined as Michael’s hands dropped and squeezed your bare waist as Daniel’s came up to where Michael’s had just been. Your nipples were half way to numb with the way your blood rushed to every spot on your body that desperately needed a mouth on it.

“Let me have you, babydoll.” Daniel breathed into your ear, his desperate tone making you press your thighs together, “Just wanna make love t’ya.”

Your heart skipped a beat as Daniel’s desperate tone tangled with his sweet whisper, his hands suddenly gentle on your body, his thumbs stroked the sides of your boobs.

“No, no.” Michael grumbled as he pulled away from you and panted, “It was her rule, and we’re gonna honor it.”

You rolled your eyes at him, never wanting to pass up an opportunity to poke the big bear. He looked at you darkly as he took a couple steps back. With room between you, you twisted in Daniel’s arms until you faced him. You gently held his face in your hands and kissed him. His tongue slid against yours as he moaned into your mouth.

“There are other ways,” you lowered your voice, “I can make Daddy feel good.”

Daniel pulled away and looked at you, his dark brown eyes smoldering with intensity. You were getting the hang of every button to push with the both of them. Placing one hand on his chest, you walked him backwards a few steps until his knees hit the bed and he sat obediently.

“Yeah?” Daniel asked.

You dragged your hand down his collarbone, pulling the edges of his dress shirt until he got the clue and quickly pulled the buttons free before he shucked the shirt down his arms. Bare and tanned, you gazed at his skin and ran your finger down his chest and kept going. You smirked when you felt his abs contract until your palm until you got to the prize between his legs.

“Yeah.” You slowly lowered yourself to your knees, all the while holding eye contact with Daniel.

He smirked, “Ohhhhhh, you are an eager little cocksucker aren’t ya?”

You shyly smiled as your fingers pulled at his belt buckle, the sound of the metal hitting against metal cutting through the air. You pulled your gaze from Daniel to make sure you pulled his belt the correct way before sneaking a glance over your shoulder. What you saw made you pause.

Michael sat in the loveseat in the corner of the room, a few feet away, his legs spread wide, his chest bare but his pants still on. His hand rubbed over his clothed cock and he winked you.

“Put on a good show for me, yeah?”

You weren’t sure how you were supposed to suck cock with a dry mouth. When both of your lovers chuckled, you realized you’d said it out loud.

“Don’t worry, Daddy’s got you.”

And just like that, you were thrown right into the space they wanted you to be in, a space you had missed.

“There’s our babydoll.” he cooed.

You titled your head back and looked up at him with big eyes. Daddy grabbed your face and turned your head further back. He held the back of your head and lower jaw in each hand. Squeezing your jaw, your lips parted and your mouth opened. You felt your pussy gush as he leaned over and spit into your mouth. Your mouth full of his saliva, you reached into his pants and roughly pulled his cock out of its confines.

“Ugh, yeah,” Daddy groaned as his length bobbed free, “now put it in that fucking mouth.”

He leaned forward as he shoved his pants down his legs, until he kicked them off of his feet. You weren’t sure when he had stepped out of his boots, but you were happy to have him bare for you.

You sucked down his cock, swallowed around the tip when you felt it stuffed down your throat. You gagged and choked like the whore that all three of you were for each other. And Daddy loved it so much, he just had to tell you.

“Oh, yeah, babydoll,” he grunted, “wanna act all cool like you didn’t come here for cock. Tell us this is a girls trip,” he chuckled dryly, “this is a cock call for you.”

You heard the clang of a belt buckle and your toes curled as you tasted Daddy on your tongue as you imagined Papi stroking himself behind you.

“I’ve had Papi suck my cock every day since we left home.” Daddy hissed, making you moan around his length as his hips began to jump, “He lets me cum on his face,” he sighed thoughtfully as you swirled your tongue around him, “what about you, babydoll?”

You pulled his cock out of your mouth and worked your hands up and down his length while you looked up at him and shrugged.

“No?” He asked, taking a step forward and slapping your hands away, “I know where you want this cum.” He groaned.

There was a soft moan behind you but when you went to turn your head, a thick slap caught your attention back to the cock in front of you. Daddy dragged the fleshy tip across your cheek, a trail of precum glistened on your skin in its wake.

“This,” he dragged his dick across your lips, “is all you have to worry about right now. Finish me off and maybe we’ll get to you.”

He laughed as you pouted up at him, but his breath quickly stuttered once you had your mouth back on him. His hips rolled forward and backward, over and over as you sucked him off. Your hands fondled his balls and squeezed them as you felt them get tenser and tenser.

“Fuck, that mouth.” Daddy groaned, he looked over your head at Papi, “You sure I can’t cum inside her? Mouth got me thinking bout how much I miss that slutty-“

“Shut up and cum.” Papi sounded gruff but amused.

Daddy moaned, loud and rough, as he leaned back against the bed and spread his legs. You pulled back until just the tip of him was in your mouth, and he took hold of his shaft and jerked off while the bulbous head was suckled in your mouth. You rolled his balls in your hands, squeezing them and rubbing them as you knew he liked. They were so tensed, drawn so tight against the underside of his cock, he was so close to completion.

And you wanted to push him over the edge.

Lifting your free hand that you had been using to steady yourself, you slipped a finger between the underside of his cock and his balls, right at the hilt where they met, and slid your other finger behind his balls. Gently, you pressed down and listened to him gasp as you pinched the seams his sac with pressure on each side.

“Ohhh!” He groaned loudly as he suddenly started spurting into your mouth.

You moaned as his cum splashed on to your tongue as his cock shook from the force of his orgasm. Your finger tips stayed where they were, rubbing and applying pressure through out his orgasm.

“Holy.. fuck!” Daddy groaned as he suddenly pulled out of you.

His body trembled as he sat on the bed, panting. His cock twitched helpless on one of his thighs, and you could still see his balls moving. You smiled as you swallowed, knowing you had milked him dry.

“Cock sucking queen.” Daddy grinned as he cooed at you.

Tight, wet tugs could be heard behind you, and you felt like your focus finally extended beyond just Daddy in front of you. When you turned to look over your shoulder, you whimpered.

Papi had stood up, and was leaned against the dresser, completely naked while he stroked himself and played with his balls. He had a smug look on his face and when he made eye contact with you, he looked down at his feet before looking over you at you.

But when you went to stand, he shook his head at you.

“No, no,” he smirked, “you can crawl.”

You growled instinctually. You knew he had felt disrespected earlier that night by the loser at the bar, and this was his possessiveness assuring him that you were his. And while you normally loved to play along, you could still feel the adrenaline from earlier that night and it made you wanna fight a bit.

“Crawl.” He commanded as he watched your face.

You pouted and rolled your eyes as you turned and pushed yourself up on all fours. You looked down at the carpet as you made your way towards him. But you were stopped at the abrupt force between your shoulders that flattened your chest to the ground and left your ass in the air. The heavy hand between your shoulders pressed you into the ground as Daddy’s cock pressed to your seam, making you spread your thighs so you were exactly in the kind of position he used to fuck you in.

“Mmmm,” Daddy hummed as he rubbed his half hard cock against your cunt, “this is how I would’ve taken you if you weren’t such a proper girl, if you didn’t want our courting to be so traditional.” He said it softly, to make sure you knew he wasn’t mocking you.

“But,” Papi interrupted, “you are such a good girl, wanting to wait.”

You whined as you turned your head so your chin was pressed to the rug and you could look up at Papi. He was still smiling, still stroking himself.

“We’re all a bunch of impatient animals.” Daddy growled before the heat of his body was suddenly gone.

You turned your head so your cheek was back to the floor. You were about to lift it when you felt the wet, hot, flat sensation of Daddy’s tongue lap at your pussy. He moaned with you as he sucked on your clit, his nose nudged your entrance. You worked your hips and rubbed your pussy across his mouth and face. You whimpered and cried out as the combined sounds of Papi masturbating and Daddy moaning into your pussy filled your senses. You panted into the ground as your pussy convulsed around air, empty as could be.

“Please, please,” you choked out, “put something in me.”

“Ohhhh, fuck,” Papi groaned, “I love when she begs.”

You could feel Daddy’s smile against your pussy before just air was touching you. He pulled away and slapped your wetness hard, the wet slap echoed in the room with your cry.

“Go to Papi, sweetheart.” He laughed when your response was to shake your pussy in the air while you whined, “M’not getting you knocked up tonight.”

Daddy leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cunt before he smacked your ass. Realizing he was serious, you pushed yourself back up on shaky arms and continued crawling to your very smug looking Papi.

“How do you want it?”

“However you want it.”

“Fuck.” Papi sighed with a chuckle, “Are you Papi’s good girl?”

You shook your head as he stroked himself over your face.

“Yeah you are,” he rumbled, “are you Daddy’s good girl?”

You shook your head as you leaned upward with your mouth open.

“Oh, yeah?” Papi teased, “Here, you can have this cock in your mouth, there you go.”

He shoved his cock between your lips before he bent over slightly to grab your hair. He went straight down your throat and thrusted hard twice, making you gag.

“You still want this cock in your mouth?” He asked before he thrusted into you hard three more times.

You gagged and squirmed as his balls pressed to your chin and your head burned from the way your hair was pulled. Papi groaned as he leaned his hips forward until his pelvis touched the tip of your nose and kept himself plugged down your throat.

“Can you breathe?” he asked suddenly.

You lifted your hand and tapped his thigh once for ‘yes’.

He chuckled as his head rolled back once he knew you were safe, “You see what you do to me, darling? Make Daddy and I need it so bad, can barely control ourselves.”

You rubbed the underside of his cock with your tongue as you swallowed, making him groan. Daddy groaned from behind you with him. When his heat pressed to your back, you moaned around Papi’s cock as Daddy pinched your nipples. You whimpered around the thick length.

“Look at these tits,” Daddy groaned into your ear, “wanna cum on them.” he told you.

You dropped your hands from Papi’s thighs and grabbed Daddy’s hands and encouraged him to squeeze them tighter, to play with them, to make you feel good.

“Aye!” Papi yelled, “It’s my turn now, you dog.”

Daddy growled before letting go of you. You looked beside you just in time to catch the way his face broke into a grin as he kneeled beside you and looked up at Papi.

“That’s right, it is.” He told him, “Turn around, Papi.”

Papi pulled your hair until a string of saliva hung between his cock and your lips, “Against the dresser.” he commanded.

You hummed and moaned as you kneeled in front of Papi, your back against the dresser that he leaned over. You teased him by licking his tip before sucking on the tip. You worked your hand up and down his shaft as he leaned his elbows on the top of the dresser.

“Go on, Daddy,” he called over his shoulder, “do some work too.”

Daddy had crawled behind Papi, and you could only see from his chest down between Papi’s parted legs. When you saw him reach up and heard the sound of him spit, you knew exactly what was happening. When Daddy leaned forward and you heard both men moan, you squeezed your wet thighs together.

You could see the muscles of Papi’s stomach tense, and you knew he was close. Papi’s eyes had long since closed, his face a look of intense pleasure. Daddy was loud behind him, and you watched his half hard cock bounce in his lap as he ate Papi’s ass.

You sucked and jerked off Papi until his hand slapped yours away and he took over the stroke. You let go of his tip, the soft end glistened with your saliva and his own dripping precum. Papi’s hand flew up and down his shaft while you waited with your mouth open.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” Papi moaned and chanted as you watched his balls tighten, “fuck, baby-” his eyes finally opened as you looked up at him with your mouth open and tongue hanging out, “fuck!”

You moaned as the first hot glob of cum shot from the tip of his swollen cock and landed on your tongue. The taste made your thighs rub together as Daddy moaned into Papi’s flesh, the sound of his sucking and tonguing, the strings of saliva that drooled down on to his own lap reminded you of the heat you felt from Papi’s cum dripping down your chin.

You closed your eyes as Papi’s hips jumped and you felt his cum splash across your face, the heat now on your forehead and you could imagine your hair.

“Oh, oh, princess,” Papi moaned, “look so pretty.” he whimpered.

He was utterly spent, but his hand still jerked off his cock as his eyes got glassy. Papi groaned as he pulled on his cock, pulling it away from him and keeping it that way, the rough stretch giving him some pain to edge the pleasure. Daddy was still eating him out, making him oversensitive. You closed your mouth and swallowed what was in it while you looked up at Papi. His eyes were squeezed shut and the tip of his cock was changing color. To help, you reached between Papi’s legs and tugged on Daddy’s own sensitive dick.

“Ah!” Daddy grunted as he rolled on his knees away from you both.

“Fuck.” Papi’s forehead fell with a heavy thud on the dresser as his hand dropped from his member.

You looked at the swollen length, took in the shine of it, until you noticed the white pearl on the tip. Leaning forward, you licked the slit of his dick, and he whimpered pathetically.

“Please, no more.” He actually chuckled at his own tone before he hissed again.

You sat on the floor, your pussy against the floor as your knees stayed bent on each side of your body. You looked up at them both, Daddy having stood to stand alongside Papi moments ago. You could feel how glassy your gaze was as you looked up at them.

“Oh, wow, beautiful,” Daddy reached down and caressed your cheek, “you look so beautiful like this.”

“Come here, darling.” Papi reached down and hooked his hands under your arms, lifting you into his arms.

You wrapped your arms and legs around him, and pressed your core against him, dragging your spread folds against his pelvis as he tried to lower you on to the bed. With your legs spread and your back against the bed, Papi slotted his still hardened cock between your folds and humped you, sliding his cock against your entrance while he licked your face clean of his cum.

“Fuck, you have better control than me.” Daddy commented as he climbed alongside you on the bed while Papi untangled your limbs and stood at the foot.

Your hand dropped between your legs and rubbed viciously at your clit as you saw both men hard and heavy again, one of them between your legs.

“Let’s fuck her.” Daddy whined with you at his suggestion, “Look at that pretty pink.” he leaned a hand forward and moaned as you spread your pussy and let him rub your clit for you.

“No.” Papi said firmly, even as he rubbed his pelvis, his cock bobbed between his thighs excitedly, “I have a good idea, though.”

Daddy narrowed his eyes, “You mean my idea?”

Papi laughed, “Yeah.”

You frowned as Daddy climbed off the bed quickly, “I get to first though!” he called over his shoulder.

Papi looked where Daddy had ran off to while he grabbed his cock and rubbed his tip in circles against your entrance. He looked at the hallway, and watched for Daddy as you began to beg.

“Yes, please, please, Papi-”

“Shush.” he told you before he leaned forward a bit and pushed himself in just a half inch, truly just the very, very tip pressed into you.

You lifted your hips and swung them upward in an aggressive movement, making the whole swollen head of his member sink into you. His hand slapped against your thigh harshly and his eyes squeezed shut ads soon as he looked down and saw himself partially inside of you. You were barely breathing, too busy trembling from the feeling of cock penetrating you after so long. It had been months.

Papi abruptly pulled out of you and scrambled off the bed, his cock swollen and angry as he rubbed his face with both hands. You whimpered where you laid on the bed just as you had been under him, your legs spread and pussy open.

“M’sorry, darling.” he said softly to you.

“What for?” Daddy asked as he strut back into the room, his hand full of something neon green.

“What’s that?” you asked as you leaned up on your elbows and looked down between your legs as Daddy climbed on to the bed.

He held up the neon green cock and you felt your heart skip a beat. It was thick, and long, and would fill you in a way you hadn’t been filled in months. You’d used a vibrator during this personally assigned hell, Papi had put one in his mouth while he ate you out just before they left for this trip, but a cock- whether real or fake- hadn’t been near your holes in the longest.

“Mmmm,” Daddy hummed at your excited expression, “I think she likes it.” he teased you by rubbing the fake tip against your clit, “Do you want it?”

“Yeah.” you answered breathlessly.

“Ask me nicely.”

“Put the cock inside of me. Now.” you commanded quickly.

Daddy licked his lip before he led the cock down your seam to your tiny hole. With a push of his wrist, you dropped back against the mattress so you laid flat as your cunt was spread by the fake cock he pushed inside of your depths. You looked down and caught the way he held the balls and controlled the way he fucked you with it. He chuckled as he shook the toy, and stirred up your juices until your wetness was audible.

“Oh, you’re gonna love this.” he grinned as Papi climbed on to the bed alongside you.

The other Aussie pressed a finger to your chin and turned your head toward him, “If it gets to be too much, you tell us, okay?”

You nodded.

And then you screamed.

Your hips jumped as the fake cock inside of you vibrated hard against all your spots as your tensed pussy tensed further. You shook on the bed and fisted the sheets as it moved inside of you.

“Oh, god, yes, exactly like I pictured it.” Daddy groaned.

You looked beside you, and noticed Papi was on his phone. He turned the screen towards you and showed you how he controlled the member inside of you. Your head dropped back as you cried out as he turned the vibrations on a higher setting.

“Okay, baby, here we go.”

You gasped when you felt the heat of Daddy’s member flop on to your stomach. You only had a moment to look down before Daddy was pressed firmly against you, his cock trapped between your pelvises, his balls pressed to the fake balls hanging out of your swollen pussy. And then he started thrusting.

The wet drag of Daddy’s tip between your bodies, the feeling of his precum sliding down your skin, made you wild. But then you had to add on the feeling of the vibrating cock inside of you being pushed into you by Daddy’s movement. It was a pseudo- fuck.

And you were quickly falling over the edge.

You could barely hear yourself, but you were sure you were incoherent with the way Daddy groaned into your ear and Papi stroked himself beside your wrecked body. Your thighs shook and your arms tightened around Daddy, holding him close and tight as you began snapping your hips forward too, both of your frantic fucking movement making the toy sink in and out of you while Daddy’s hilt and balls were pressed over and over into the vibrating toy.

“M’gonna cum.” you ground out between clenched teeth into Daddy’s ear.

“Cum for me, love,” he panted into your ear, “m’right there with you.” he whimpered.

You screeched as you came, your body tensed underneath Daniel as he froze above you and you felt the wetness of his cum drip between your bodies, his balls seized against your entrance, against the hilt of the vibrating toy. You both panted and turned your heads at the same time, to a wide eyed Papi jerking off frantically, whimpering as he dangled himself over the edge.

“I want your cum too.”

Daddy rasped as he suddenly sat up and pulled the toy from your cunt, making you cry out as your tight pussy tried to squeeze and keep it in, resulting in a loud slurping sound to resonate in the air. You blushed, your body over sensitive as you squeezed your nipples and cried out as Daddy put the fake cock into Papi’s mouth and Papi sucked it. Your juices were visible on it and Papi sucked that cock down while Daddy leaned over and took Papi’s cock into his mouth.

Papi cried out around your cum covered toy as his hips lifted and he no doubt came in Daddy’s mouth.

With all of you spent, you closed your eyes and tried to catch your breath, a delirious giggle leaving your lips as you still heard the hum of the vibrator and the suck of Papi’s mouth on it.

#lets play how much smut can you fit in a small drabble #I WIN #honestly bring the holy water #w #hoe fairy #aussie daddies #AUSTRALIAN DADDIES MAFIA AU #mi #dr #i do love me some violence

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