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goingxmissing · 4 months

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kinkmeme fic recs

I wish there were fic posts for these that I could reblog, so in the absence of that (and the spirit of just having pressed 'post' on a totally unhinged comment), thought I would share a couple of fics that I have thoroughly enjoyed over the past couple of weeks:

you signed up for this - lando norris/oscar piastri/older oscar piastri. time travel, threesome, double penetration

but i found i'm bound - oscar piastri/mark webber. a/b/o, dubcon, breeding

side by side in orbit - lando norris/oscar piastri, max fewtrell/lando norris. cuckolding, voyeurism, open relationships

nobody wants you as bad as i do - lando norris/oscar piastri. lingerie, angst with a happy ending (and house edge, toxic lando/oscar/daniel set in the same universe)

So many other glorious prompts and fills to check out at the kinkmeme. Give our amazing authors some love 🥰

#not exaggerating when i say my brain is FULL of thoughts of these fics #so so so much joyous content being shared through the kinkmeme #fic rec #go forth and enjoy and leave unhinged comments!!#landoscar #lando/oscar #max f/lando #lando/max f #oscar/mark #mark/oscar #ln4 #op81 #dr3 #max fewtrell #mark webber #oscarmark

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schumachersnightmare · 3 months

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My name is Mel she/her or he/him and I'm 23 yrs old (about to be 24 in March). I've been super into F1 for a while now and recently broke my leg and I'm bedridden for the time being. Anyway, to help pass the time I've decided to get back into published writing. I've been writing fanfic since at least 2012 for several different fandoms and I've written some F1 fanfics but never published.

I'm challenging myself to write 1k words every day, whether it be in shorter blurbs or full one-shots or possibly even a series.

If you'd like to send requests I'd greatly appreciate it!

Here's who I'll write for:

Sebastian Vettel

Kimi Raikkonen

Mark Webber

Jenson Button

Fernando Alonso

Carlos Sainz

Charles Leclerc

Oscar Piastri

Lando Norris

Logan Sargeant

Daniel Ricciardo

Lance Stroll

There's a few people I'd consider writing for but haven't yet and that's Checo Perez, Zhou Guanyu, Nico Rosberg, and Mick Schumacher. If there's anyone not listed feel free to ask.

I'll write pretty much anything fluff, smut, angst. Definitely kink friendly as well!

Thanks!!!

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #sebastian vettel x reader #mark webber x reader #jenson button x reader #fernando alonso x reader #carlos sainz x reader #charles leclerc x reader #oscar piastri x reader #kimi raikkonen x reader #logan sargeant x reader #lando norris x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #lance stroll x reader

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spenglersglasses · 2 months

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✨🧪MASTER FIC LIST☄️✨

Complete List of links and tags for works posted on AO3!

Click on the name of fic to read! If you don't see something you are interested in, please feel free to send an ask when open as well as commission me through the heart mug site. Link in pinned post on main blog @copiousloverofcopia or carrd info at the bottom of this post!

Updates:

I will be adding more as I go. Check them out if you’re into Egon Spengler, Weyoun, Milton Dammers, Herbert West (like all Jeffrey Combs content lol), fluff and smut, you know all the things lol. Fics are listed by main Character featured in them, if it's a duo fic then the fic is listed under BOTH of them.

Asks/Requests- OPEN

Commissions- OPEN

Egon Spengler

Multi-Chapter Works:

🧫Observations in Love (ONGOING) >>> Egon & OC Molly Webber Things have fallen on hard times for the members of the Ghostbusters when the memory of saving the world from the threat of supernatural destruction fades in the minds of the city. Now, with each of them going their separate ways, Egon joins up with another scientist to share a lab so he can continue his experiments. When an innocent mistake by his lab mate leads to a mix up that could mean big consequences for Egon, he must choose whether or not to reveal the truth to Molly, the test subject or keep it secret forever. (NSFW-Fluff/Romance/Accidental Lovers/Pregnancy/Semi-canon following)

One Off Works:

The Twinkie Experiment No turning back now, you had already agreed to it. Agreed to whatever it was the dear former Ghostbuster and his newfound friend from Arkham would ask of you. You were more than happy to participate, that was until you took the first step onto the stoop leading to the lab. Only then you hesitated—breath quickening and your nerves firing from all sides. (NSFW-Breeding/Pregnancy/Three-way/Reader)

Weyoun

Multi-Chapter Works:

☄️Diplomacy (ONGOING) >>> Weyoun & Chercut Ara (Reader) As a Bajoran crew member of Deep Space Nine you know you should loathe the Dominion and their diplomat Weyoun. Despite everything, you are drawn to him and though you have tried to deny it everything changes when he comes to you with a proposition. (NSFW-Enemies to Lovers/Romance/Angst/Breeding/Pregnancy/Reader)

Milton Dammers

Multi-Chapter Works:

🕯️An Unlikely Pair (ONGOING) >>> Dammers & OC Zoey Weston Special Agent turned paranormal private investigator; Milton Dammers has mysteriously risen from the dead (after the events of the film), finding himself in a body bag in the morgue of the Fairwater Medical Center. Dammers has no idea of how he got back just glimpses of a woman dressed in black, haunting his mind. Now years after his mysterious return to physical form, he has continued his investigations into the occult and spiritual disturbances of the quiet town with the help of Frank Banister, who has become an unlikely friend. When one fateful meeting puts Zoey Westin in his path, Milton's life and changes forever. (NSFW-Romance/Angst/Pregnancy/Paranormal/Gore/Violence)

Herbert West

Multi-Chapter Works:

💉Playing God (Coming Soon!) >>> Herbert West & Danielle Cain When Miskatonic University medical student Danielle Cain rents a room to a newly transferred classmate Herbert West, upon his transfer from Switzerland her life turns upside down. Turns out West is a bit of a mad scientist, wanting to create life—at any cost. (NSFW-Angst/Romance/Gore/Violence/Horror/Breeding/Gender-swapped Dan/Semi-canon following)

One Off Works:

If you would like to commission me or check out my other social media, please see my carrd linked below:

(*carrd is linked to my main blog on Tumblr @copiousloverofcopia)

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aston14s · 3 days

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♯ TSU (Taylor Swift Universe) x F1 Drivers Series

summary… a series of one-shot fics about f1 drivers inspired by taylor swift lyrics!

masterlist | rules | msc

Slut! (Max Verstappen x Reader)- “In a world of boys he’s a gentleman” people thinks max is a meanie but really he’s just a sweetheart and he proves it to you everyday!

The Other Side Of The Door (Daniel Ricciardo x Reader)- “I said “leave” but baby, all I really want is you” angst fic wherein post-mclaren days danny started pushing reader out of his life because he don’t want them to see him as a failure.

Enchanted (Lewis Hamilton x Reader)- “2 am who do you love?” a hurt/comfort fic wherein lewis thinks reader has his eyes for another driver.

Begin Again (Sebastian Vettel x Reader)- “i think it’s strange that you think that i’m funny cause he never did” dating seb after a toxic relationship.

Better Man (Fernando Alonso x Reader)- “i just wish you were a better man” drunk calling your ex, fernando. and confessing that you would’ve married him if he was just a better man. hurt no comfort fic.

Stay Stay Stay (Mark Webber x Reader)- “that’s when you came in wearing a football helmet (or racing helmet hehe)” getting in a small fight with mark and resolving it like a pro.

The Very First Night (Ex!Lance Stroll x Reader)- “i miss you like it was the very first night” ex!lance stroll spending a night with you and realizing he still wants you like before.

Wildest Dreams (Yuki Tsunoda x Reader)- “say you’ll see me again” spending a week on a foreign country alone could’ve been hard but luckily, you bumped into yuki and he became your tour guide!

Teardrops On My Guitar (Alex Albon x Reader)- “i’ll bet she’s beautiful the girl he talks about” alex has been admiring this girl for awhile now, and you can’t help but feel envious knowing that you’ve been in love with your bestfriend for awhile now.

reallyyy excited for all of you to read it specially the tomg one aaaaa!!! can’t wait to share these fics to yall 🫡

#aston14s #f1 x reader #alex albon x reader #fernando alonso x reader #sebastian vettel x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #aston14series #i don’t want to tag anymore

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ao3feed-macgyver2016 · 7 months

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#MacGyver #MacGyver 2016 #fan fiction

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silliusssoddus · 5 years

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The First Names Concept - Night 3

(Roger Taylor x Reader x Vince Neil)

MASTERLIST

A/N: HI HEY IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! there were a lot of exams

and of course a writing-deleting cycle but i've finally gotten it to a point where 'm sorta content w it

anyways i am so sorry for being all ‘ooh symbolism’ in this part i just...really like fleetwood mac...and i’m kind of trying to do the whole ‘show don’t tell’ thing, but i’m terrible at writing and idk when to use what so...yeah...idk

WARNINGS: very small mention of smut, mentions of people taking drugs (not reader), mentions of coke, weed, alcohol, fluffish and angstish at times, car accident and that’s it

WORD COUNT: 5,456 (a lot of stuff happens folks)

SPECIAL THANKS TO: @scarecrowmax for making sure this doesn’t suck, i appreciate it so much!!

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Elektra Records have signed Mötley Crüe their record deal and they celebrate with Queen. You make amends with both boys, which leads you to the position you were in the first place.

(creds: @taylormaydwithlove)

“Ready Freddie?”

(creds: @getthefckouttahere)

“...grabbed your cheeks, feeling him pull you in for a kiss...”

It was perfectly normal for people to like morning, but some could call you insane for waking up at an ungodly hour just to see the sunrise. But more than often it was because you couldn’t sleep and last night was no exception.

You managed to find your way up to the hotel roof at 5am, seeing the first few orange streaks in the purple-ish clouds, and walked on over closer to the railing.

You wrapped Vince’s jacket - the only thing you could find in the darkness and you couldn’t afford to lose more time finding something else - tighter around your body. Yes, LA had a reputation for being warm all the time, but only when the sun was out.

Thoughts of the past few days flowed through your mind as you saw rays of the orange light flood onto the floor.

Vince was right though, maybe you and Roger weren’t ‘destined to be’. Did that mean you were finally over him? All thanks to Vince himself?

Even if that was the case, you were still mad at him. You wanted to go after the woman and apologise, both on his behalf and your own, but after seeing her with Roger, you began to think that she deserved it.

Turning back around to find a seat, you spotted a metal bench and made yourself somewhat comfy. Your head angled itself so that the back of your head rested on the top of the cold railings, trying your best to ignore how blatantly uncomfortable it felt. Besides, your mind whirred in thought too much for you to even realise it.

Maybe it was how deep in thought you were, or maybe it was because you were starting to fall asleep, but you didn’t realise that Roger had come up to the roof. And you certainly didn’t realise how intently he was admiring you and how you were hugging your knees and staring into the landscape.

“Uh, hey.” he finally cleared his throat to say. You didn’t really have the energy to turn around, especially because you could already recognise the voice.

“Hi.” you returned, failing to meet Roger’s eyes when he made his way over to slump down beside you.

“You didn’t come down for breakfast, so Freddie sent me up to say sorry...or something.”

“I’m late for breakfast? Isn’t it 5?”

Roger let out a sharp laugh at that, so you returned with a look of annoyance. It was way too early to deal with this.

“Maybe it was when you got here.”

You looked down at your watch, eyes widening in shock when you saw that 3 hours had passed.

“Oh whatever, I can wait ‘til lunch.” you relaxed, too tired to even care at this point.

“How did you even know I was here?”

“I guess I know you too well,” he shrugged, “or, at least I thought I did.”

“Oh, that’s what you’re here to talk about. Look, I don’t know how it happened, okay?”

“Yes, but- Y/N I told you I missed you and you just-”

He was struggling, you could tell from the way he paused and groaned in exasperation to let his head fall into his hands.

“You know how unfair that is, right? You had 13 years to say something, but you never did. You brought this on yourself, Roger.”

“I- I know, that’s why I don’t know what to...feel...and Fred wanted me to apologise-”

“It’s alright.” you cut in as a desperate way to help him from struggling so hard.

“H-how do you feel about...me?”

“Rog…” you sighed.

Picking his head up out of his hands, he turned to look at you, his face full of worry when he saw that you still hadn’t moved an inch.

“You know I really like you, I always have and I always will…”

“So what’s stopping you?”

“Everything. Brian, our age-”

“It’s Vince, isn’t it?”

You gave him an irritated sigh again, hoping he’d take it as a sign that you wanted to change the subject. It was the first time the two of you had even discussed what your relationship was, but he could not have picked a worse time to do so.

Giving up, he finally realised the position your neck was in and let out a little chuckle, in hopes that it would be enough to change the topic and lighten the mood.

“Is that even comfortable?”

“Not really,” you laughed in return, “but it’s the only thing that’s stopping the throbbing in my head.”

“Course you got a sore head, you’ve drunk two nights in a row. Uh, here.”

You looked up to see him patting his shoulder and decided it would be better to rest there instead. He used one of of his hands to guide your head, before snaking down your shoulders to place itself on your arm. You grinned to yourself when you felt his hand rubbing your shoulder, while the other rested on the bare skin of your leg, lazily and platonically.

“This might...sound weird...but have you ever thought about what you want to do? I mean, you can’t be around us forever.”

“Christ, you sound exactly like Brian.” you giggled.

“Well he’s right, y’know, you have to find something to spend the rest of your life doing.”

“But I literally can’t do anything. Like, I barely even went to school, because half of the time you guys were too tired or too busy writing songs to drive me there. The only time I actually went was when Oliver’s parents drove me.”

“Oh yeah, Oliver. Never liked that chap. He seemed distracted all the time. But he had you as a girlfriend, I don’t blame him.”

Your cheek grew warmer against his shoulder, but as soon as he realised what he had let slip out, he did everything he could to stop you from talking about it further.

“And don’t say that you can’t do anything, ‘cause I’ve heard you play the organ.”

“God, you’re a genius, I could get a job in a church!”

For some reason, he seemed to think that was the funniest joke in the world, seeing that his chest was rising up and down rapidly as he bellowed in laughter. You joined him, equally as amused, letting yourself get distracted from the conversation you had managed to throw away.

“Hey, uh, speaking of the organ. Freddie managed to seal Vince’s band their record deal and they really want us to be there for their first official concert, to say thanks and whatever, and Freddie suggested we do ‘The Chain’, ‘cause that’s your favourite song...and because you’re the only one that can play the organ...”

“Absolutely not.”

You loved ‘The Chain’. You loved Stevie Nicks, her voice, her words and the meaning behind them. But you had always associated that song with Roger.

“What? Why?”

“For starters, I’m still mad at the both of you.” you said, sitting up straight out of his arm.

“But you’re not mad at Brian, Freddie or John. And you haven’t met the rest of the band. You’d absolutely love Tommy, he’s like a child in an adult body. Reminds me a lot of you.”

“Fuck you too.” you snorted.

“Oi, watch your mouth.” he chuckled in return.

A few seconds of silence passed again as you weighed your options for what you could do.

“Alright fine. But only because I’m not letting Brian down. Or Stevie Nicks.”

He laughed again, watching as you got up off the bench and were headed back indoors.

“I look ridiculous.” you told Freddie, standing in front of a mirror as he zipped the back of your purple leather dress.

It looked as if a low neck, leather top was sewed onto a flared, leather skirt, while being horribly tight around you. But you weren’t going to lie by saying you didn’t look great.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this self conscious in my 26 years of living.”

“Oh, don’t be so fucking daft, darling, you look fantastic.” he said, smearing some bright red lipstick on your lips. You had done everyone else’s makeup in that hour, but you spent a little while longer on Roger as a result of him mucking around.

“You know you look absolutely gorgeous in anything. And you already have two men drooling over you, imagine what they’d be like after seeing you like this.”

He fluffed up your hair again as a final touch for your outfit and gave you a toothy, reassuring smile.

“On the subject of those two men...can I ask you something?” you said, giggling slightly at his comment.

“Always, love.”

“When we went to see them live, I noticed that Stevie and Lindsey kept looking at each other, like they were singing this song to each other. And it made sense, ‘cause, y’know, that’s what the song’s about - them not wanting to lose their love, because if they did they’d never get it back.”

“And you were wondering who you should sing it to?”

You nodded, letting a sigh out along with it.

Freddie noticed that both bands were just an earshot away and if they concentrated, they would definitely be able to hear your concentration.

“I can’t speak for your mind, darling. Just go with what’s natural.”

“That would be Roger.”

“There you have it.”

“But-”

“Vince is quite alluring, isn’t he?”

“And he told me something really...wise, to be honest. He said if we were meant to date, we would’ve by now.”

“That is a good point. But listen-”

Before he could tell you anything else, the stage manager had knocked on the door and warned you all that there were only 5 minutes left until they were expected onstage.

You and Freddie both made your way back to the boys, not at all surprised to be greeted by wolf whistles and cheers from the younger ones. The fact that their leather jackets had the same ridiculous studs and patterns as your skirt eased your nerves a bit, because you didn’t feel as embarrassed. Besides, you were more than used to trying on Freddie’s and Roger’s clothes in the past. This was nothing compared to that.

“Leather really suits you, Y/N.” Roger commented with a sweet smile.

“Yeah, especially that jacket that I gave you. You gonna wear it?” Vince tried his luck.

You had been giving him the silent treatment from the moment you got here. Sure, you couldn’t help laughing at the greeting he yelled when he saw you (“Ah, the royal fuckers made it!”), but besides that you wanted him to know what he did was bad.

“Actually, I wanted to give it back. It’s not like I was gonna keep it anyways.” you snapped, grabbing the jacket you slung over a chair earlier so that you could shove it on his chest.

Subconsciously, you found your eyes flickering up to meet his and it made you stop your actions altogether. There was a hint of sadness in them, like they were screaming ‘red from crying myself to sleep last night’, but it could’ve easily been ‘red from smoking a blunt’. It wasn’t easy to tell from a guy like Vince.

Maybe you were misjudging him though, because ‘a guy like Vince’ wouldn’t be this affected by his mistake only because of the girl he cheated with.

Girl he cheated with. You felt disgusting. But the feeling couldn’t stay for long, thanks to your own empathy. You blamed Brian for the fact that you care too much.

“Actually, it might look good with the purple on my dress.” you spoke softly, taking your arm back to put the jacket on.

It was a way of forgiving Vince, because if anyone would know how it felt to act out because you had feelings for someone, it was you.

John walked toward you with his blue shirt and the same leather jacket as everyone else. It was hilarious, you felt like a motorcycle gang of rainbows, having guitarists in red, the singers in yellow, drummers in green, bassists in blue and you in purple. He was the last one to meet them, having to perfect the curly mess of hair on his head so that his furious bopping onstage wouldn’t ruin it.

“Looking good, D!” Tommy said, greeting him with a high five.

“Yeah, yeah, took you long enough.” Roger grumbled, picking up the drum stick he had managed to drop due to attempting one of Tommy’s drumstick twirls. He seemed to give out another huff of annoyance after you, John and Tommy - the only ones that saw what happened - laughed at him.

“Right. Let’s get going, shall we?” Brian said, managing to peel himself away from a very deep conversation about guitars with Mick and turned to lead both bands to the wings of the stage, holding various doors open for them along the way.

There was no doubt that the nervousness was visible in the younger band. John managed to calm Tommy down and talk him out of drinking right before the show, Freddie kept reminding Nikki how proud he was of them, Roger was trying his best not to bite Vince’s head off but gave him useful tips to ease the nerves and Mick and Brian lagged behind, laughing at them.

You noticed Freddie’s jolly expression turn to that of concern when he looked from the stage and back to you. Returning with furrowed eyebrows, which he then answered by nodding over to the stage, you immediately grew more nauseous.

The stage was set perfectly for the situation you were in. The organ was placed so that you faced both the drumkit and the microphones. Great.

You let out a shaky sigh as both John and Freddie gave you a reassuring pat on the back, before turning to give Brian a hug. Despite having made fun of the boys, he tended to be the most nervous one before shows, so you couldn’t even being to think how scared he was to perform with another band.

“What if they hate it?” he said as you pulled out of the hug.

“Bri, you’re asking me if people’ll hate one of England’s greatest bands.” you said with a teasing chuckle.

“Don’t worry, everyone loves it when there’s a change of routine. You of all people should know that, being in a band with Freddie Mercury.”

“Huh, and people call me the smart one. Thanks, sis.” he laughed, before turning around to set up his guitar.

With a scoff of disbelief, you decided to join Freddie and Vince as they were vocalising and warming up their voices, but it shortly turned into a competition of who could reach the highest note.

Of course you won out of the three, using your higher pitched voice as an advantage, but Vince came very near to beating you.

“Ah, it seems like Roger’s got competition.” Freddie had joked, causing everyone onstage (apart from Roger) to erupt into laughter.

That was over as soon as it started, seeing as the stage managers in the wings were frantically waving for silence onstage so that they could flip the spotlights on.

“Please put your hands together for Mötley Crüe!” you heard from the loudspeakers around you. It emitted a tiny roar of excitement, nothing compared to the reaction Queen got.

“And joining them tonight, England’s royal highness, Queen!”

The curtains drew back and you were suddenly greeted by the faces of thousands, screaming and chanting their names like bloody murder. They seemed like restless, tiny blobs of colour, the way you always perceived the audience to be ever since Roger used it to calm you down.

It was right before a gig at the Rainbow back in London. Both Brian and Freddie had insisted that you sang and played with them for one song and you gave in, but you were an easily frightened teenager and didn’t know what to do. Roger spent the day calming you down to the point where you ran onstage with nothing but confidence.

“Ready Freddie?” Roger repeated the words he was so used to before every show.

Freddie gave him and Tommy both a nod to start their drumming before turning to give you a nod to start playing.

And it went really well. Everything was perfect. Your high pitch matched with Freddie’s and Vince’s low tones, the organ sound fit perfectly along with Brian and Mick’s guitars, which you could keep in time with thanks to Tommy and Roger on the drums. Nikki had nothing to do for the time being, so John had kept him occupied by teaching him a few moves that he clumsily followed.

The audience enthusiastically clapped along with the two drummers, on the edge of their seats to see how brilliantly the two sounds were going to mix during the chorus.

But as soon as you thought all of your own fears had melted away, you made a mistake. Not a noticeable one that ruined both bands’ reputation, but one that was sure to ruin your relationship with one of the ‘two men drooling over you’.

You looked up and met Vince’s eyes.

“And if you don’t love me now, you will never love me again...”

You wanted to break the eye contact, but the audience was going absolutely ballistic and the giddiness on his face when he took the small action as a way to confirm that you weren’t mad at him anymore gave you double the guilt you already had. You knew that Mötley Crüe needed this. It was a good way to kick start their band, a way to gain more popularity by actually putting on a show for the audience.

And because you were set on doing things for the audience, you let Vince pull you up from the organ seat and lead you by the hand to the centre of the stage during the little bass solo. The two of you bobbed your heads in time to the gradual crescendo of the drums and you let out a yelp when Vince picked you up by the waist, spinning you around a couple times.

As you were gasping and squealing along with the audience, Vince used his hands to ensure your legs were wrapped around his waist before sliding around your waist. By letting your head fall in the crook of his neck, you deepened the hug.

“Chain, keep us together.” you sang into Vince’s mic once you were on the ground again.

“Running in the shadows.” he sang back, leaning over your shoulder so that his arms stayed wrapped around your waist. His lips then fell on your shoulder to give a quick peck.

Tommy noticed how the drummer’s arms swung down harder by each second, the expression on his face growing angrier.

“Yo!” he hissed to Roger, then doing it louder the second time when the first one failed to get his attention.

“If you break the toms, you’re paying for a whole kit.”

“Sorry.” Roger mumbled, returning his strength back to the softness it was before.

The song ended and Vince made you curtsey (while the rest of Queen bowed, of course) before giving you a kiss on the cheek and a teasing slap on the ass to send you off backstage.

And you didn’t think much of it, because it was only for the audience.

It was only for the audience.

The sentence was the only thing that kept Roger calm.

It was only for the audience.

Vince didn’t mean it and you didn’t actually choose him.

You were sat on the floor of the band’s apartment, chatting away with a drunk/slightly high Nikki and finding out that the two of you were more similar than you thought you were.

The topic of parents came up when you noticed a lady had walked over to you, holding out a plate with two lines of coke. Nikki looked ecstatic, rubbing his hands together before picking up the tiny, metal straw. He looked at your blank expression and pointed to the second straw on the plate in confirmation.

“Oh, I don’t-”

“Just one line. I promise I won’t make you an addict.” he laughed.

“I’m good, thank you though.” you laughed in return.

And just on cue, Freddie had waltzed his way over.

“Yo Fred! Want a line?”

“Course I do!” he exclaimed, picking up the straw and copying Nikki’s movements from before.

“I didn’t know cocaine was your thing, Fred.”

“Neither did I. But it doesn’t hurt to try new things. Have a great night, darlings. Ta!” he cheered, getting up to turn on his heel and walk away.

You were about to ask Nikki for a line yourself, but Tommy shortly stumbled toward you after Freddie had left.

“Y/N...I have a serious question for you.” he spoke, forcing creases on his forehead to show that he was indeed being serious. It concerned you, if you were being honest.

“Sure…”

“Are you a witch?” he continued, still no sign of it being a joke on his face.

But you did notice that there was something off in his eyes and you turned to Nikki for help. He only mouthed the word ‘drugs’ and gave a very drawn out nod to ensure that you understood, which you showed by laughing.

“And why do you think that?”

“‘Cause Vince is going crazy about you, dude! It’s like you’ve got him in a spell or some shit. Look.”

And sure enough, you heard the repetitive chanting of your name, accompanied by the blonde singer hopping around the place.

“It’s fucking wild, man. He’s never done this for any other girl.”

You felt your cheeks heating up wildly at the realisation, more so when he decided to add the words ‘I’ and ‘love’ in the mix.

“Who’s up for a beer drinking contest?” he suddenly screamed, evoking a loud cheer from everyone at the party.

There was only one voice that didn’t do the same.

“We don’t have any fucking beers, dumbass.” Mick chuckled.

“Well, I’ll go get some.” he slurred, stumbling his way over to the ashtray in which his car keys were, but falling before he had the chance to even stand up properly.

“Take Y/N with you. She’s the only sober one here.” Tommy chipped in, earning drunk nods of the head from the rest of the boys that wanted you two to make up.

Roger himself nodded, too enticed in an argument with a woman about how bad Queen’s music was. But he didn’t seem mad, rather the opposite. They kept giving each other teasing touches and you suddenly didn’t want to be sober anymore.

You managed to steal Vince’s bottle of vodka and take a swig from it as you were walking out of the house, resulting in him giving out a cry at his stolen good.

“Shit...I didn’t bring my license.” you huffed after you had ruffled through your purse.

“‘S fine, I can drive.” he mumbled, slamming his hip square against the back of his car.

“You sure about that?” you giggled, tightening your grip around the neck of the bottle when he tried to grab for it.

“I know these roads like the back of my hand, pretty lady. And you know how much I look at that.” he winked.

His hands fumbled on his car keys, but eventually managed to put the key in and start the car. For a drunk man, he was surprisingly good at driving, but you guessed it was just muscle memory.

The car radio played softly, tinkling out different hits from the 70s. Vince drunkenly nodded along to the beat of the songs, singing along if he knew the words or looking over to you singing and laughing at the exaggerated movements you made to the love songs.

You loved the way he laughed. You loved the way his teeth glistened and his eyes shone when he did and how the night lights enunciated all of that. The sound itself was boyish and charming and made your heart soar every time you heard it and washed away some of the fears you had letting a drunk man drive.

“Wait wait wait...I need to pull over.” he stated after 5 songs, slowing the car down and parking it on the sidewalk.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“...I want a blowjob.”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake Vince.” you laughed, slapping his arm playfully.

“No don’t worry, that’s not the reason.”

The smirk he gave you before he left the car made you fear for your life even more.

He appeared once again, now right outside the car door, and opened it up for you.

“M’lady.” he kept the smirk, earning a playful kiss on the cheek from you as you got out of the car.

He took your hand and lead you in the direction of a tatty, old and seemingly abandoned building, with its door broken so anyone could come in. There were no signs, but it screamed ‘keep out’. And Vince didn’t obey.

He dragged you through the endless corridor, which was only lit up by a few lamps scattered on the walls here and there, but you eventually managed to end up in a place that felt colder. Dragging you to a stop, he slammed his hand on the wall and activated some kind of switch that lit up the pool in front of you.

“This place always looks better at night.” he spoke proudly.

“Vince, why are we here?” you asked, trying your best not to sound as irritated as you were.

As you stood there grumbling to yourself, you didn’t notice that Vince had put you on the perfect spot right on the edge of the pool and had lined his hands on your shoulders to push you in.

You fell in with a scream and a loud splash, flailing your arms and legs around desperately to get above water.

Seeing Vince collapsing to the ground in laughter sent something through you. It wasn’t anger or irritation - you just wanted to find a way to get back. So you swam up to the edge and had him perch closer to you.

His childish grin and droopy, naïve eyes almost made you feel bad for even planning your impromptu revenge, so you decided to take it easy on him. You bunched up the front of his shirt and pulled him toward you with your lips puckered, but ducked under the water before your lips could touch. It caused him to tumble into the pool beside you and a louder fit of laughter from you.

“You asshole! I can’t swim!” he gargled, swinging his arms around in desperate need of something to grab on.

A pang of guilt hit you in the chest and you immediately made your way over to him, avoiding the splashes of water the best you could. But as soon as he had access to your shoulders, he found a way to push you down underwater, completely off-guard so you didn’t have the chance to take a deep breath, and kept you there for a few seconds.

When you came back up, you were fuelled with nothing but anger. Maybe a little bit of hysteria along with it.

“Wanker!”

You managed to send a huge wave of water crash over him with your arm, to which he returned the favour and did the same, and things continued like that for a bit. Until he dived down at the same time as you and grabbed your cheeks, feeling him pull you in for a kiss.

Slowly, your laughter came to a halt after the two of you came back up for air, him getting a chance to get a hold of your legs and wrap them around his waist for you. It also gave you both a chance to look into each other’s eyes properly, like when you were in the bathroom, or when you were onstage.

There was still that sense of awe in the way he looked back at you and it was still evident despite the alcohol. It warmed your heart to see, but it didn’t feel right at the same time.

“Stop thinking.” he grumbled, wading through the water over to the edge of the pool with you still in his hold.

“What d’ya mean?” you queried when he hoisted you up onto the concrete surface again.

“Lemme show you.” he stated, reaching over to the jacket he smartly placed on the poolside before you pulled him in. You hadn’t even noticed he had bought his Polaroid along with him, due to the fact that the bag holding the camera was hidden under his jacket.

(thank daniel webber for inspiring this part, i love his photography)

“Say cheese!” he said after pulling the camera out, drawing out the ‘e’ in an adoring manner.

So you gave him a big smile as you were blinded by the flash for a few seconds, but when he looked at what he had taken, you saw that the smile on his own face had disappeared.

“What’s wrong?” you pushed when he didn’t say anything for a few seconds.

“You’re thinking.” he repeated, showing you the picture. You couldn’t see what was wrong, though.

“The light from the pool fills your eyes and your face perfectly. You’re so fucking gorgeous. But your smile ain’t right, babe.”

You bit your lip, not because you didn’t understand what he meant, but you were scared of what he was implying.

“You wish I was Roger, don’t you?”

The sentence hit harder than it was supposed to. Even Vince could see that.

“I- Vince-”

“Nah, it’s fine. I can take you back.” he hummed sadly, hoisting himself onto the poolside next to you.

“No- Vince, please, I want to be here.” you said, but even he could detect the uncertainty in your words.

“I want you.” you corrected yourself

“Then prove it.”

You pulled him by the neck for a rough, messy kiss, causing him to topple onto you. But he pulled away as quick as the kiss started.

“I’d continue if it wasn’t for those two cockblockers standing there.” he answered your confused expression.

You turned to look at what Vince was referring to, only to meet the eyes of two scary-looking security guards (that’s what you assumed they were at least) towering over the two of you with stern faces and crossed arms.

“You’ve got 5 seconds to leave before we call the cops.”

With that, Vince leapt off you and pulled you up with him so that you could bolt out the building into your car again, laughing like mad men along the way.

“That was the most embarrassing to ever happen to me.” you half-mumbled, half-laughed to yourself.

“Let’s get these fuckin’ beers!” he whooped, igniting the car once more and speeding down the road.

It didn’t take long for Vince to drive to the nearest gas station and use his rockstar money to get 8 boxes of 8 cans of beer, which he then had to buckle a seatbelt over because it was his ‘duty as a father to protect his children’ and ‘you’re the mother, you should be concerned about their safety too’.

The ride back to their apartment had a lot of stopping and starting again, as Vince kept his hand on your thigh and couldn’t help going further. You had to frequently scold him and tell him to keep his eyes on the road, but of course he didn’t want to.

‘Baby, It’s You’ started to play on the radio and the two of you simultaneously went to turn the volume up. Vince then rolled down all the windows so that everyone in their cars and their pet dogs could hear the song and your voices harmonising/borderline screaming.

But Vince didn’t keep his eyes on the road at all and you were having too much fun to notice. He leant in to your side to try and steal a kiss, but he pulled the steering wheel in the same direction without realising it. The car skidded and spun in the direction of the grassy field next to you and before you had the chance to grab the wheel and put the car back on track, two blinding lights suddenly appeared in the darkness with a blaring noise you assumed was the horn.

The only sounds you could hear after that was the shattering of glass, the screeching of both cars attempting to break and the song quietly playing in the background. Only, it wasn’t The Beatles’ soothing vocals, nor was it Vince’s.

“I love you too, Roger.”

“Holy shit.”

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PART 4

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xx-sikki-nixx-xx · 4 years

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Dating Daniel Webber!Vince Neil would include

requested by @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands

SFW

him serenading you whenever you're feeling down

Him constantly wanting you to sit on his lap

All the Mötley boys loving you

Vince low-key getting jealous of how close you are with Tommy

Being his rock after the car crash

Helping him get sober even when he was hell to deal with

Crying on each others shoulder after Skylar passes away

Punching groupies in the face when they try to fuck with your man

Always touring with him

Helping him with his makeup

Getting lipstick on each other whenever you kiss

Him loving it when you play with his hair

Deep late night conversations

Being together before the band got together and sticking by him through thick and thin

Moving in together

Parties at your house every weekend

Wearing each others clothes

Spending long hours in the studio with him

NSFW

Sneaky hookups whenever you can

100% have been caught by the other guys before

Blowjobs are a daily thing

Vince is totally a slut for doing it in public

I've heard he was into being whipped so let your mind wander

Heated makeouts that lead to rough sex

HICKEYS

Genuinely lots of sex

Like a lot

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getthefckouttahere · 5 years

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tumblr might take down my post for mature content (it’s been doing it the whole time) but you’re welcome to those that saw hottie mcthottie daniel webber

i finished the movie

and

oh my gOd please go watch it

it’s so cute and gay but also angsty but it’s

p e r f e c t

okay imma leave now bYe

#i really do have a thing for angst huh #anyways #yes hes hot #sos the main character #idk what his actor name is #whoops #was too distracted by daniel #and the girl thats in top end wedding #forgot her name too #teenage kicks #daniel webber

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lisinfleur · 2 years

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FINALLY I CAN SHARE THIS WITH YOU GUYS!

I was waiting for SO LONG to have English Subtitles so I could share with you guys the Brazillian RPG Project I LOVE THE MOST!

This is Ordem Paranormal! In free translation, "Paranormal Order" - an RPG project that has already 4 seasons, created by Cellbit (one of my favorite Brazillian Streamers) with his friends for us to enjoy!

The first 3 episodes that compose the first season of this project are already English Subtitled for you guys to enjoy and also the trailer for the videogame Cellbit is producing - Paranormal Order: The Enigma of Fear - is English Subtitled as well.

I'm a part of the Team T - a team of fans from this wonderful project that's working hard as fuck to bring subtitles to every episode so you guys can enjoy this with us as well. Soon they'll be releasing more information and subtitles for the next seasons - Season II: The Secret in The Forest, Season III: Unconjuration, and Season IV: Calamity, this last one being the current season of the show! - and I'll bring it for you guys as soon as released! For now, meet Daniel Hartmann (Played by LubaTV), Elizabeth Webber (Played by Gabi Catuzzo) and Thiago Fritz (Played by Rakin). And later on, Alex Kothe (played by LJoga). The first four characters of a bunch of wonderfully written chars from an universe I'm happy to unfold in front of your very eyes! Welcome to one of my favorite projects in this world! And prepare the tissues. The horror, angst, investigation, and drama are the foundation of what Paranormal Order is made of! Enjoy!

#Paranormal Order #English Subtitled #First season #Luba #Rakin #Gabi #Cellbit #Ljoga #Ordem Paranormal #Welcome to my world!

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clarkeysbog · 3 years

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READ BEFORE REQUESTING

Who I Write For

The Camboys

Christian Seavey

Ryan Abe

Danny Garcia

Dylan Statham

William Hadaddin

Devonte Stewart

JC Caylen

Oscar Guerra

Kevin Langue

Kian Lawley

Crawford Collins

Reggie Webber

Jake Webber

Anderson Webb

Harrison Webb

David Alvarez

Other People I Write For

The Sidemen - Simon, JJ, Tobi, Vikk, Josh, Harry and Ethan

Finn Wolfhard (Platonic only)

Jaeden Martell (Platonic only)

Wyatt Oleff (Platonic only)

Franny Arrietta (can be a platonic fic with Daniel or on her own)

Nezza (can be a platonic fic with Crawford or on her own)

Anna Seavey (Could be either a Platonic/Sibling fic with Christian, Daniel and/or Tyler included or romantic fluff/angst)

Joseph Quinn

Calfreezy

Callux

ChrisMD

TheBurntChip

Beta Squad

ArthurTV

George Clarkey

What I Write and Don’t Write

What I write:

Platonic with younger!reader (NOTE: COULD BE SIBLING!READER OR JUST A YOUNGER FRIEND) (e.g. the guys being protective of the reader)

Angst (e.g. reader and one of the guys break up)

Fluff (e.g. reader and one the groups having a movie night)

If requested with a specific pronoun, I will write with those pronouns.

I mainly write platonic fics, but I am open to writing angst and fluff.

What I don’t write

SMUTS (I feel uncomfortable writing smuts since I am doing imagines about real people and despite Christian saying once on stream that he doesnt mind and Kevin has literally WRITTEN a wholeass fanfic on wattpad about the camboys himself, i still feel uncomfortable, and its out of my comfort zone <3)

I am no longer writing for Why Don't We, I am just not as interested in that band as i used to be, besides Jack & Daniel - I will still write for them but only when requested, otherwise i won't.

I will also write for specific fictional characters too (Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop, Natasha Romanoff, Robin Buckley, Argyle, etc.)

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jashasedai · 3 years

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Is it ok to ask why you deleted your work from ao3? I know it was like ages and ages ago from now but I’ve only just found your tumblr. And is there anywhere to read it anymore?

I deleted it from Ao3 because I ran into a problem with it being found by people I did not want finding it. I still have everything. I am SUPER happy to provide links to anything you’d like!

I can provide a list of major characters, or topics, or titles, or pretty much anything you like.

I have stories set in Formula 1, Formula E, Indycar, NASCAR, WRC, Endurance racing, Motocross, MotoGP, Top Gear/The Grand Tour, Historical racing, stories about circuits, stories about the company controlling the Racing Drivers, stories about where the Racing Drivers came from, and what they do after they’re set free.

My MCs are Kimi Raikkonen, Sebastian Vettel, Mark Webber, Ricky Carmichael, the Top Gear Guys, Valentino Rossi, Colin Edwards, Franco Morbidelli, Alex Rins, Charles LeClerc, Nico Rosberg, Keke Rosberg, Lewis Hamilton, AJ Foyt, Jean-Eric Verne and Andre Lotterer, a group story about the 2012 rookies(Jules Bianchi, Max Chilton, Valtteri Bottas, Esteban Gutierrez, Geido Van Der Garde, and Alexander Rossi), a group story about the 2016 Redbull Boys(Daniel Ricciardo, Daniil Kvyat, Carlos Sainz, and Max Verstappen), a story about Kasey Kahne, and many others.

Then I have major characters or short stories featuring pretty much anyone who’s gotten a championship in F1 or MotoGP in the last twenty years. And a huge variety of other well known drivers and riders. Also, I take requests for stories, so if there is a situation/driver/event that you would like to read the Tame AU explanation for, I can probably write something for you.

(The more you want the talk about it the more I get inspired to write.)

So if you respond to this or message me, I can send you links to the files on the Gdrive.

And just to warn you, the series deals with slavery, abuse, extortion, and angst. But if you are interested in primarily happy stories, I have those, too, but they’re all set in a world where slavery and abuse is a commonplace thing, so there is always that dark cloud hanging over things.

(I am so happy you contacted me, I am so happy to provide any stories you want! I just LOVE sharing!! Please, please message me again? I have lots and lots of stories!)

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Mötley Crüe / The Dirt Masterlist

masterlist for both the Crüe and The Dirt! (updated per upload)

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Prompt List / Prompt List Two / Smut Prompts | Send Me Requests &/or feedback! | To Do List

Taglist(s)

★ = smut

⋆ = presmut

♡ = fluff

☁ = angst

☠ = death