#and I agree with them‼️‼️

[yourstrulynobody]

Since Charlie got hella stressed during yesterday's EAPS ep that showed clearly in today's EAPS ep, I decided to resdesign her (as well as Eclipse, Sun, and Dazzle + Solar Flare slightly) and put her on a needed playdate with one if the Celestial kids :3

Small HCs of mine:

–Sun's rays are sharp (purely due to Eclipse's control on their formerly shared body) and have actually poked someone which caused some injury. Its because of this that Sun asked Moon to buy those little safety things you put on the edges of tables (or any furniture with a sharp point) to place them on his rays.

–Many Eclipse variants have their rays far sharper and longer than their Sun variants—it also tends to be a lot more in terms of ray numbers! (This will be helpful in future art to differentiate Solar and Eclipse as both have unique rays :D!!)

Solar Flare art bonus:

My baby /motherly hasnt been activated yet and I miss him dearly.

[mobblespsycho100]

"Timo and Mickey's complex friendship in Mickey 17 (2025) is just as important and vital to the plot as Nasha and Mickey's romantic relationship." I say into the mic.

The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.

"It is right," he says. I look for the owner of the voice. There in the 3rd row stands: Director of Mickey 17, Bong Joon Ho.

[rilianeshairclip]

So I want show you "Do not fuck with *blank* fans" but with two of my pookies

They are sillies real

[arsenic-clownip]

why are peopple still interacting with my old posts 💔

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

kinda wish i'd faint again and hit my head harder i feel like it added some enrichment to my life

[jrueships]

Pg asking alpey what he thinks about dillon's 'antics' before very quickly making sure everyone and their mama (jaren jackson jr) knows that he, THE paul clifton anthony george, 'disapproves of The dillon's antics'

[vypridae]

there should be more siglai content

[parme-san]

good news everyone it does get better at least a little and after thinking about it i'm not quite as miserable or in despair as i thought i was.

[eelliotss]

— Borrowed time, part 4

‼️Caleb x reader x Sylus. Reader not MC. University AU. Modern AU. Angst angst angst!

Everyone knows Caleb is in love with MC. Everyone. Including you. But that does not stop him from flirting with you, teasing you, keeping you close. And it definitely does not stop you from falling for him—even when you know you’re just a stand-in, a place holder.

“Use me.”

word count = 8.5k

i appreciate all likes, comments, reblogs, and asks. i may not reply to all of them, but i want you to know that i reread them over and over <3

also, i finally got to write the scene i wanted to 😭—took me over 10k words to get here but ugh finallyyyy

part 1 | masterlist | part 5

Peace has never felt more profound. Wrapped in the quiet hush of evening, the cool hum of the air conditioner, and the soft duvet cocooning your body, the weight of the world loosens its grip. The storm of thoughts, the heaviness pressing against your ribs—it all quiets, dissolving into the stillness.

Only when left alone, surrendered to the depths of sleep, do you finally feel light. Free. At ease.

But of course, peace was never meant to last. Not when you agreed to this trip.

Three knocks at the door. A soft beep of the lock.

“Yn? Are you still sleeping?”

MC’s voice pulls you from the haze of slumber, gentle but insistent. The mattress dips slightly as she steps closer.

You groan, turning away from the sound, but she only huffs.

“It’s already seven. You haven’t eaten anything all day.” Concern laces her words as she reaches out, pressing the back of her hand against your forehead. A soft smile tugs at her lips. “You’re not burning up anymore.”

Blinking against the lingering blur of sleep, you rub your eyes, squinting up at her.

“Mhmm,” you mumble, barely coherent.

The tension in her shoulders eases at your response, the worry fading as a familiar brightness returns to her face.

“Here—eat.” She sets a bowl in your hands, warmth seeping through the ceramic. Steam rises, carrying the scent of something unmistakably familiar.

Dark green seaweed sways in golden broth, delicate strands floating between pieces of soft tofu.

Your brows furrow. “Where did you get this?”

“Caleb made it.” She grins. “He was adamant about you finishing every last drop, so you better eat up.”

The words settle heavily in your chest.

You know this dish.

It’s the same soup you once made for him when he was too sick to get out of bed, voice hoarse, fever clouding his mind. The same one he had groggily murmured was the best thing he had ever tasted.

The warmth of the memory seeps in before you can stop it.

Back then, his voice had been hoarse, barely above a whisper, thick with exhaustion.

“Caleb, you should eat.”

“Mmnh… not hungry…” He mumbled, shifting away from the dish in your hands, cheek pressed against the pillow.

You huffed, exasperated but unwilling to let him get away with it. “I promise it’ll make you feel better. Seaweed soups are the best for colds. Trust me.”

It took a few more tries to convince him. A few more weak protests before you had enough.

“Bzz, the airplane’s coming!” You guided the spoon toward his lips, making an exaggerated motion.

A smile flickered across his face, slow and lazy, before it stretched into something wider. “Pfft—Stop acting like I’m five!”

His laughter was bright, warm. It tugged at your heart in ways you didn’t want to admit.

“You’re acting like one, so I must treat you as one,” you countered, puffing your cheeks. “Now open up!”

His shoulders shook from suppressed giggles, but he relented, raising a mock defensive hand. “Okay, okay! Pfft—”

His laughter was cut off by a fit of coughs, his body curling in on itself slightly. Your expression immediately shifted, a deeper frown settling between your brows.

“Stop playing around. This is my secret recipe. It’ll stop you from starting another pandemic,” you scolded, pushing the spoon toward him again.

He groaned, but finally obeyed, letting the warmth of the soup settle in his mouth.

His eyes widened, lips parting in surprise.

“You weren’t joking,” he muttered, almost in awe. “This is really good.”

Fatigue seemed to lift slightly from his face, a softness settling in its place.

“See?” You huffed, victorious.

But then—his gaze softened in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

“Thank you, shortcake,” he murmured, reaching up with sluggish movements to ruffle your hair. His touch was light, absentminded. Familiar.

Your heart had tugged—just slightly.

Now, staring at the same soup, the warmth of the past curling in your chest like a ghost of something you no longer recognize, you swallow down whatever unspoken feeling rises in your throat.

“Well?” MC grins, nudging you. “Eat up before it gets cold.”

You hesitate, just for a moment, then lift the spoon to your lips.

It tastes the same.

And yet, somehow, it doesn’t.

You take another spoonful, swallowing the warmth down along with the lump in your throat.

MC, oblivious to the thoughts stirring in your head, plops down beside you, stretching her limbs dramatically.

“God, today was exhausting,” she groans, tilting her head back. “I swear, if I have to redo that crying scene one more time, I might actually start sobbing for real.”

You hum absentmindedly, stirring the soup with your spoon.

“And Caleb—ugh, don’t get me started on him. He seemed really out of it today.” she continues, rolling onto her side to face you. “Like, he kept missing his queues, kept dazing in the middle of the shoot. Kept asking me if you ate, made me go shop for the soup’s ingredients with him, double-check the soup, even told me it was your favorite like I didn’t already know that.”

Your hand stills over the bowl.

MC doesn’t notice.

She sighs dramatically, propping her head up with one hand. “He even snapped at me earlier. Like, Caleb snapped at me. Can you believe that?”

You glance at her, arching a brow. “What did he say?”

She huffs. “I was teasing him, you know? Asking if he’s finally realizing he’s in love with you or whatever. And he just looked at me—like, seriously looked at me—and said, ‘She’s sick, Michaela.’ Like, what?”

Something sharp presses against your chest, but you don’t acknowledge it.

MC groans again, stretching her arms before flopping back onto the bed. “I get it, though,” she sighs, rolling onto her side to face you. Then, without warning, she grabs your hand, squeezing it tightly.

“I was worried sick about you too, Yn.” Her voice softens, the teasing gone. “Don’t go fainting like that again, okay? You gotta tell me if you’re too tired. I need you to be okay.”

You stare at her, her fingers warm against yours, grounding you in a way nothing else has. The weight in your chest—the anger, the ache that’s been gnawing at you since this trip began—fades, just a little.

Because this is MC.

Bright, infuriating, golden MC, who always means it when she says she cares.

And you love her for it.

You love her.

You always have.

So despite everything—despite the storm in your chest, despite the way the world has been tilting under your feet—you smile.

“Yeah,” you murmur, squeezing her hand back. “I know.”

Her lips curl into a grin, her eyes gleaming like the sun itself. And just like that, just for a second, the world feels a little lighter.

“Anyways, enough about that. You need to catch up on all the drama you missed today. And—”

She launches into a rant, animated as ever, filling the room with stories of the ‘earth-shattering’ events you somehow survived without.

Somewhere between her exaggerated retellings and her scandalized gasps, you find yourself laughing.

And just like that, the fatigue melts away.

You only realize you’ve finished the soup when MC casually plucks the empty bowl from your hands, setting it on the table without missing a beat.

She keeps talking, her words tumbling out in a steady, animated stream—until they don’t.

You notice it immediately.

The slight stutter. The way her voice falters mid-sentence. The way her fingers suddenly fidget with the loose threads of the blanket. The way a soft, barely-there pink dusts her cheeks.

Your brows furrow slightly. “MC?”

She clears her throat, forcing a casual laugh. “Sorry, I just—uh—” she waves a hand, trying to dismiss whatever just flustered her, but you catch it. You always catch it.

The way her lips press together. The way her eyes flicker away, focusing anywhere but you.

Suspicion creeps in. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“MC.”

She groans dramatically, covering her face with her hands before peeking through her fingers, her voice dropping ever so slightly.

“It’s just—I was practicing lines with Sylus today, and—”

She hesitates, the words caught somewhere between reluctance and amusement.

Your brows lift.

Sylus?

Of course, you know he’s popular. You’ve seen the way girls linger around him, how they find excuses to talk to him. But MC?

Your lips part slightly, but before you can say anything, something else creeps in—unbidden.

The warmth of his body on the tip of your fingers.

The sharp scent of rain clinging to his skin.

The steady grip of his hand, pulling you away from the storm.

The way he leaned against the wall, damp silver strands falling over his eyes, a towel draped over his shoulders, sharp and unbothered.

The quiet turn of a page, his presence steady, grounding, when everything else felt like it was slipping through your fingers.

You swallow.

The memories pass in a flash, leaving behind something you don’t quite understand.

MC doesn’t notice your silence. She groans again, shaking her head.

“Ugh, never mind. It’s not a big deal,” she mutters, but there’s a warmth on her face she can’t quite hide.

Your lips twitch.

“Oh my god,” you gasp dramatically, eyes widening as you lean in closer. “Are you blushing?”

MC swats at you with a pillow, groaning into her hands. “I said never mind!”

That only makes your grin widen.

“No, no, this is important information,” you tease, nudging her shoulder. “MC, do you have a crush on Sylus?”

She groans even louder, flopping onto the bed in defeat.

“Shut up, Yn. My character has a crush on his character. I’m just way too immersed in the acting!”

You laugh, the sound light, genuine.

•

The next few days go by like a blur.

You wake up to MC’s blaring alarm.

You get ready.

You practice your part.

You film.

You watch MC film.

You watch her cheeks flush a little more in scenes she shares with Sylus.

You watch their characters develop.

You eat.

You listen to her rants.

You enjoy the sunset, alone.

You sleep.

Like clockwork, everything plays out like it did yesterday.

And just like everything else, he is on replay, too.

His voice weaves itself into your routine, persistent and unrelenting. A teasing remark over breakfast. A lazy greeting when he passes by. A nudge here, a comment there. Always casual. Always acting as if nothing happened.

“Still mad, shortcake?”

“Damn, I didn’t know you had this much endurance. Impressive.”

“Let me make it up to you.”

You don’t respond.

“Was today tiring?”

You don’t acknowledge him.

“Are you hungry?”

You don’t even look at him.

“Someone’s making a full-time career out of dodging me.”

It’s almost comical, how hard he’s trying to act like things are fine. Like you didn’t stand there, glaring at him with every ounce of anger you could muster just a few nights ago. Like you weren’t left in the rain, stranded in a memory of him choosing her, again.

But that’s Caleb. Always brushing things off, playing it cool, making it seem like nothing ever really matters.

And maybe if you weren’t still seething, it would’ve worked.

And to an extent, maybe it has.

Because the desperation in his eyes seems to seep out a little more with every interaction.

And when he leans a little too close one afternoon, when his fingers brush against your wrist as he tries to catch your attention, your heart still skips. But the scene of that night haunts you. The line cutting, her laughter, his tender eyes looking at her. So you snatch your hand away, sharp and final.

The laughter in his eyes dims, if only for a second.

“Damn. Harsh.” His playful tone faltering a little.

You don’t answer.

And after each of these interactions, your eyes always somehow find its way to the man lingering on the side. And more often than not, you meet his gaze. His ruby eyes pierces through you with a smug smirk plastered on his face.

Oh how much you hate that smug face of his.

It’s a look that says he’s watching. That he’s amused.

Like you’re the most interesting thing in the room. Like he already knows how this game ends.

You tear your gaze away, but it’s too late. That smirk is already burned into your mind, curling at the edges of your thoughts, creeping under your skin.

Sylus never says much. He lingers—always just far enough to be uninvolved, yet close enough to witness everything.

Though every single time, he holds your gaze just long enough to let you know that he sees you.

And maybe that should feel comforting.

Maybe it should make you feel like you’re finally being seen.

But with him—with the way his eyes glint like he’s one step ahead, like he’s entertained by something you don’t even understand yet—

it doesn’t feel like comfort.

It feels like a warning.

•

“Hey! Can someone grab more drinks?”

“On it!” you shout.

Being done with all of your scenes, you try to help out around the set where you can. You walk away from the beach and to the parking lot where the tents and coolers are set under the trees’ shades. The bickers and chatters fade into the heat as you approach the swaying canopy. The air is heavier here—thicker, still carrying the scent of salt and sunscreen but now mixed with the plasticky cool of stored ice.

You crouch by one of the coolers, popping the lid open, letting a gust of chilled air wash over your arms.

The silence here is different.

Less alive, less buzzing.

You should be relieved.

But instead, all you can hear is the echo of their voices.

“She’s pretty good at acting,” someone says.

“She does her job well,” another agrees.

“We should’ve given her another role. She could’ve pulled off a character with more significance.”

“Nah, I don’t think so. She acts well, but she doesn’t shine. Not like her.”

You exhale, pressing your lips together.

Something inside you tenses.

The other laughs in response. “Of course, I wasn’t comparing her to Machela. Their auras are very different. One’s the main character, the other’s a decent supporting. You can’t compare them.”

Your brows knit together.

You keep your hands still, your breath steady. You don’t react, don’t turn, don’t acknowledge the way the words settle against your skin like grains of sand—light and fleeting, but impossible to shake off

It’s fine. It doesn’t matter.

They’re just opinions, just talk.

You don’t care. You’ve never cared.

You know your role. You know your place.

And yet—your gaze betrays you.

Before you can stop yourself, your eyes flicker to the beach, to her.

MC stands effortlessly at the center of it all, bathed in the golden afternoon light, surrounded by the main characters, the ones who make the scene come alive.

Even among them, she stands out.

She doesn’t try to shine, she doesn’t try to call for attention—she just does.

And then there’s you, just there.

Blending so well into the background that no one even notices you listening.

You swallow, pushing away the uncomfortable weight creeping up your throat.

A breeze stirs the trees, making the tents flutter. You reach into the ice, grabbing a handful of cans, the cold biting against your fingertips.

You exhale, force your shoulders to relax, and do what you always do.

You shake it off. You move.

You quickly grab as many drinks as you can hold and hurry back to the set.

“Who wants water?” Your voice bright, easy.

You step back onto the sand, the heat pressing down on your skin, the voices of the crew and cast swelling around you once more. The coolness of the shade lingers faintly on your fingertips, already fading as you carry the drinks back.

But the words silently follow your trails.

“Oh my god, you’re a life saver!”

MC’s voice snaps you out of it as she practically lunges for one of the cans in your hands, tearing it open like she’s been stranded on this beach for days. She presses it to her cheek, sighing dramatically.

“I’m dying,” she groans, tipping her head back for a long gulp. “Why did I agree to film on a beach? Who thought this was a good idea?”

Before you can answer, another shadow falls over you.

A shift in the air. A presence that arrives so smoothly, so effortlessly, that you don’t even notice until he’s already there.

Sylus.

He reaches out and plucks a drink from your hand, slow and deliberate, fingers brushing the condensation-slick surface.

Then—he opens it.

The sound is sharp against the hazy heat, a crisp hiss that barely lingers before he tips the can back.

And you watch.

The way his throat moves as he drinks, slow and deep, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow. The way a bead of sweat drips from his temple, trailing down the sharp line of his jaw, catching in the dip of his collarbone before disappearing beneath his shirt.

For a second, the world feels too slow.

When he lowers the can, he’s already looking at you.

“What?” he says, voice smooth, amused, a smirk tugging lazily at his lips. “Not for me?”

Your face immediately scrunches up.

Not a word leaves your mouth, but the reaction is enough.

Sylus chuckles, taking another sip like he’s entertained by something only he understands.

Then, just as effortlessly as he arrived, he turns and walks off, the warm breeze ruffling through his hair, leaving behind nothing but the faintest trace of cool metal and salt air.

Silence settles between you and MC.

It takes you a second to notice it—the fact that she hasn’t moved, hasn’t said a word.

You glance at her. The red dusting her face. The way she presses her lips together, eyes darting everywhere but where Sylus just stood.

Something tugs at your chest.

A feeling—small, unclear, curling at the edges of your ribs like an itch you can’t quite scratch.

You don’t exactly understand it, nor do you want to.

So you push it down, bury it deep, shove it away before it can take shape.

“Oh,” you hum, forcing a smirk on your lips.

MC immediately stiffens. “No.”

“Ohhh.”

“No, no, no!” She flails her hands in front of her face like she can physically push the accusation away.

“You’re blushing.”

“I am not!”

“You totally are.”

She lets out a strangled noise, shaking her head so fast her hair whips around her shoulders. “I—I’m not crushing!” she wails, throwing her hands up. “I’m just—ugh, it’s the next scene, okay?!”

You pause.

The next scene.

The kiss scene.

With Sylus.

You blink, then grin. “That’s what you’re nervous about?”

MC groans, dragging a hand down her face. “He’s so annoying,” she grumbles. “How am I supposed to do this with someone who just—oozes arrogance?” She gulps down the drink in her hands, turning away.

“Try not to melt, yeah? Would be real awkward if the crew had to scrape you off the floor after this.” A playful voice interrupts your conversation.

Caleb.

He strides toward the two of you, effortless as always, plucking a can from your hands and popping it open with a crisp hiss. His smirk is there—light, teasing, the same one he always wears when he’s messing around.

But it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

His gaze flicks to the spot where Sylus had just been.

Something in his jaw tightens.

Others might have missed it, but you know him too well. You’re well too accustomed to watching him, seeing all his micro movements when he interacts with MC.

His fingers curl just a little too tightly around the can, knuckles faintly stiff.

Still, he plays it off.

“So,” he drawls, turning back to MC, forcing that smirk back into place. “How long are you gonna make us suffer through this? You practicing, or are we just skipping to the part where you swoon?”

MC snaps to attention, the red still fresh on her face. “I don’t—shut up.”

Caleb clicks his tongue, mockingly thoughtful. “Huh. So defensive. Makes you wonder.”

“You wonder too much,” she fires back, narrowing her eyes.

“Nah,” he grins, taking a slow sip of his drink. “I just have an eye for lost causes.”

And then, before she can dodge, he presses the cold can against her cheek.

MC yelps, jerking away. “Caleb—what the hell!”

“Thought you were overheating,” he muses, completely unbothered. “Wouldn’t want you fainting before the big scene.”

MC glares, rubbing at her cheek like he’s personally offended her. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet,” he sighs, shaking his head. “Still a better option than him.”

MC groans. “Are you seriously insulting Sylus right now?”

“I’m just saying,” Caleb shrugs, casual. “The guy looks like he bites.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“And you’re gonna let him lick your face in front of all of us.”

“It’s a kiss, you idiot—”

“Same difference.”

Before MC can strangle him, the director’s voice cuts through the chatter.

“Alright, places, everyone! Let’s run the scene.”

MC freezes.

The teasing dies.

Caleb hums. “Uh-oh. That’s your cue.”

She exhales sharply, smoothing down her clothes like that’ll somehow fix her nerves.

“Don’t overthink it,” he says lightly, taking another sip. “It’s just a scene, right?”

MC glares at him, muttering something under her breath before stomping toward the set.

His eyes follow her form, watching her go.

Caleb’s smirk lingers, but it’s hollow now—more muscle memory than anything else.

Then, without a word, he crushes the empty can in his fist.

You don’t say anything.

You just stand there, staring at the crumpled metal in his hand, feeling the weight of everything he isn’t saying.

The sharp crunch of aluminum still lingers in the air when you finally take a step back, about to turn away—

But before you can, his hand grabs your wrist.

Firm. Unrelenting.

Your breath catches.

“Come here,” he mutters, low, rough, before pulling you with him.

You barely have time to react before you’re being led away from the crowd, past the chatter, past the cameras and the blinding sun.

He doesn’t stop until you’re tucked into the shadows of a secluded corner, hidden behind a wall where no one can see.

Only then does he let go.

Only then does he turn to you, dark eyes burning with something too raw, too intense.

“How long are you going to keep this up?” he asks.

The words hit the air, heavier than they should be.

You blink. “What—”

“I’m sorry, okay?” His voice is frustrated, breath uneven. “I know I messed up. I should’ve paid more attention. I should’ve—”

He stops himself, exhaling sharply, dragging a hand through his hair like he’s barely holding something together.

Then, before you can move—

His hands press against the wall, caging you in.

Not touching you. But close.

Too close.

His scent fills your senses—something warm, sharp, unmistakably him.

“You can’t convince yourself to hate me with every fiber of your being, wouldn’t you agree?” he murmurs, voice quieter now, but no less desperate. “I’ll eventually find a way to make things right. As long as…” he pauses. His breaths are shuddering.

Your heart stutters.

“You’re by my side,” he whispers.

His eyes flicker over your face, searching, waiting—

And then, softer, rougher—

“Please.”

A breath.

“I need you now more than ever.”

The words sink into your skin, settle into your chest, and God—

It hurts.

Because you know.

You know this isn’t about you.

Not really.

Not in the way you want it to be.

He’s frustrated. He’s angry. Not at you—but at something else, at someone else, at the way things are slipping through his fingers.

And here you are.

Pulled into the scene like always.

Here to fill in the gaps.

Here to be the character he needs in this moment.

Your throat tightens.

Your fingers curl into fists.

You don’t shove him away.

You don’t give in, either.

You just look at him.

At the tension in his jaw. At the way his chest rises and falls just a little too fast.

“Action!”

The director’s voice rings out.

Like a snapped thread, Caleb pulls away.

Your attention shifts

And you see it.

The perfect scene unfolding before you.

The setting sun drenches the world in gold, soft and warm, casting a glow over the sand, the ocean, the two figures at the center of it all.

MC and Sylus.

MC in the center, like always.

Sylus’s hands rest on her waist, firm but careful. His fingers trace along the curve of her back, pulling her closer, into him, into his world. His head tilts, his smirk faint, unreadable—like he’s in control of every beat of this moment.

MC leans in.

Slow, hesitant, shy.

Like a girl falling into the gravity of a man she can’t escape.

The light catches the soft parting of her lips, the uncertainty, the delicate trust in her expression.

Sylus’s fingers tighten, and he closes the distance.

Their lips brush—light at first—before she melts into him, hands lifting to his chest.

It’s effortless.

Beautiful.

The kind of moment people will remember.

The picture-perfect romance.

A story falling into place.

Your stomach twists.

It’s not the kiss itself that gets to you. It’s the way the scene feels like fate, the way it’s framed, the way the world seems to bend itself around her like she was always meant to be at the center.

Like everything happens for her.

And, as if to prove your point—you gaze shifts.

And you see Caleb.

He’s watching the scene.

Watching her.

His breaths are coming even more uneven than before.

Not obvious, not noticeable to most.

But, caged between his arms, you see it.

The way his chest rises just a little too fast, the way his fingers flex and release at his sides, the way his jaw locks so tightly you swear he might break something.

And your chest burns more than ever.

You hate it. You hate everything about this.

You hate how, no matter what happens—this world, this story, this entire thing, bends itself around her.

That all of you—you, Caleb, and even Sylus— are just pieces in the grand design of her narrative.

That no matter where you stand, no matter what you do—

MC is the one the light falls on.

She is the one everything happens for.

She is the one whose all her wishes come true.

You hate it. You hate how you’re just here.

Always here.

Always playing a role in someone else’s story.

And you hate it most that your eyes are turning green looking at her.

That the jealousy creeping up your throat, curling tight in your chest, isn’t just about the scene or the way Sylus or Caleb seem to orbit around her.

It’s about the way the world chooses her, time and time again.

And the fact that you’re bitter about it—

That you feel this way at all—

God, you hate it.

“You don’t need me, Caleb.” your voice much weaker than you want it to be.

You push him out, and quickly turn away, walking off, leaving the beach, the golden sunset, the picture-perfect scene.

And if Caleb calls after you—you don’t hear it.

You don’t want to.

•

The night air presses against your skin, cool but not enough. Not enough to wash away the tension in your chest, not enough to erase the way your own voice had echoed back at you—

The long walk you took should’ve made you feel lighter.

You should feel relieved.

But you don’t.

Instead, the weight follows you, pressing against your ribs with every step, every breath, every slow drag of the tide pulling at the shore. The muffled sounds of the set fade behind you, swallowed by the darkness of the beach.

Only when you get closer to the resort do you start hearing the music.

It starts as a distant thrum, pulsing faintly through the heavy night air. A low bassline reverberating from somewhere ahead, blending with the sound of crashing waves. It takes a second to register, for your feet to slow, for the familiar heat of it to sink in.

The afterparty.

It’s inside the main house, a sprawling beachfront villa that serves as the cast and crew’s retreat after long filming days. The windows glow golden and inviting, the silhouette of moving bodies visible through the sheer curtains.

You hover near the doorway.

Inside, the world is warmer, hazier, looser.

The weight of the evening still sits heavy on your shoulders, but no one else seems to notice. No one else cares.

People are sprawled across couches, tucked into booths, pressed against walls, drinks in hand, faces flushed from alcohol and laughter. The lighting is low, a mixture of dim lamps and fairy lights strung along the ceiling, flickering against the glass like trapped fireflies. The scent of spilled liquor, cheap cologne, and the lingering trace of bonfire smoke fills the air.

MC is somewhere in the center of it all.

You see her immediately.

Perched on the arm of a couch, grinning, draped in warmth and attention, her head tilting back in laughter as someone hands her another drink. She looks effortless, as if the day never happened, as if the weight of the scene she filmed with Sylus didn’t still cling to her like it does to you.

She glows.

Like she always does.

And for the first time, you don’t want to be anywhere near her.

Not tonight.

You turn away, slipping past the clusters of people, past the thrumming energy, and find a quiet corner.

A small table sits against the wall, lined with bottles, a stack of plastic cups haphazardly placed beside them.

You grab one.

Then a bottle.

The first drink goes down too fast. The second burns, but you barely react. The third is easier, a slow warmth spreading through your limbs, seeping into your fingers, dulling the sharp edges of your thoughts.

You lean back against the wall, fingers wrapped loosely around the cup, and watch as the night moves on without you.

MC is spinning, giggling, spilling half her drink as she sways to the music. Someone reaches for her waist, catching her just before she loses her balance. Caleb.

He’s there, as always.

Steadying her, teasing her, watching her.

You tip your cup back, draining the rest of your drink.

The music swells, the bass thrumming against your skin. The alcohol curls deeper into your system, warm and heady, numbing the part of you that still feels too present, too aware.

You don’t want to be aware.

You just want to sit here in this corner, where no one is watching, where no one is expecting anything from you.

And for a while, you do.

Drink after drink, until the night feels softer at the edges, until the sound of laughter no longer feels like it belongs to a world you can’t touch.

But then, a loud clap pierces through the room and the music lowers.

The music lowers.

“Alright, listen up! It’s time to bring some romance to life!”

The energy shifts.

People perk up, some groaning, some cheering, all of them gravitating toward the center of the room.

You barely react, swirling the last bit of alcohol in your cup.

But then, you hear it.

“Seven minutes in heaven, baby! Who’s in?”

Your fingers tighten around your drink.

MC perks up immediately, eyes gleaming with the kind of reckless excitement that only comes with being several drinks in.

Caleb groans, rolling his eyes, but he’s grinning.

Meanwhile, you simply sigh as your gaze falls back to the cup in your hand.

Because of course it’s this.

Of course this night, like everything else, will find a way to make her the center of it.

“We’re going to spice things up a little bit,” someone announces over the music, their voice dripping with amusement. A cup filled with rolled-up pieces of paper rattles in their hands as they shake it for emphasis.

“Instead of randomly drawing two names, only one name will be called.”

A pause. Anticipation thickens the air, curious murmurs rippling through the crowd.

The person smirks. “Once that name is called, you’ll be given ten seconds to either volunteer yourself or—” they tilt the cup teasingly, “your friend to be their partner.”

A wave of excitement rolls through the room. Some people cheer, some groan, some exchange knowing glances. A few shove their friends forward, already laughing at the thought of throwing them into the game.

The first name is drawn.

Someone calls it out, and there’s a brief, charged pause before someone steps forward, dramatically throwing their hands up. The crowd erupts as they disappear behind the door, laughter and wolf whistles chasing after them.

Then another name.

And another.

Each round follows the same pattern—a pause, then cheering, then the shuffle of two people slipping into the closet.

Some stumble back out minutes later, flushed and breathless, met with hollers and teasing. Others laugh it off, shaking their heads, grinning like they’ve just escaped something ridiculous.

The alcohol, the music, the flickering lights—everything feels looser, bolder, dipping further into recklessness with each passing round.

People egg each other on, nudging shoulders, calling out names before they’re even drawn, spurring the night forward like a challenge.

And then—

Another name is pulled.

The voice rings loud over the noise.

And your heart stops.

“Yn!”

Heads turn. Conversations pause. A slow wave of curiosity and anticipation ripples through the crowd as people glance around, searching for you.

“There she is!”

A pair of hands grab your wrist before you can even think about running.

Laughter spills around you as you’re dragged through the throng of people, the heat of bodies pressing in from all sides. Your pulse spikes, the alcohol in your system making everything feel sluggish yet sharp all at once—like you’re wading through a dream you can’t control.

They stop right in front of the closet.

Someone swings an arm over your shoulders, grinning.

“Sooo,” they drawl, their voice dripping with mischief, “who’d like to partner up with her?”

A beat of silence follows.

A moment—thick, expectant.

And then—

The crowd parts.

The shift is subtle at first, a presence cutting through the sea of bodies, slow, unhurried, inevitable.

Then you see him.

He steps forward with the kind of effortless confidence that demands attention—shoulders relaxed, hands tucked into the pockets of his fitted black slacks, the faintest smirk curling at his lips.

The room reacts before you do.

A low hum of interest, a few knowing whistles, someone muttering “Oh, shit.”

And God, does he know what he’s doing.

His stride is measured, each step slow and deliberate, the kind that makes you feel like he’s taking his time just to make a statement. The dim lighting casts sharp shadows along his jawline, highlighting the sculpted edges of his face—the messily tousled silver hair, the piercing crimson eyes that lock onto yours like a brand.

He doesn’t blink.

Doesn’t waver.

Just watches you as he approaches, like he’s already decided—like this was never even up for discussion.

Then, finally—

He stops right in front of you.

Too close.

The warmth of him seeps into the space between you, a contrast to the cool scent of his cologne—something crisp, dark, dangerous in a way that makes your stomach twist.

He tilts his head, the movement slow, teasing.

“What?” his voice is smooth, low enough that only you can hear. “Not for me?”

The words slam into you like a punch to the gut—because he knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s enjoying every second of it.

The room erupts around you, people whooping, clapping, some downright losing their minds over the fact that Sylus fucking Qin just stepped forward for this game.

You swallow.

Your fingers twitch at your sides. Your pulse spikes, heat curling at the edges of your skin—not just from the alcohol, not just from the intensity of his gaze, but from the sheer presence of him.

Your eyes flicker around the room, anxious of all the cheering going on. Though, it lands on her. On MC.

Your breath catches.

She is staring. Not laughing. Not cheering like the others.

And for the first time tonight, she looks shocked.

Like this wasn’t supposed to happen.

Like this wasn’t part of the story she had in her head.

Your stomach twists, heat creeping up your spine.

However, you were quickly pulled out of your daze when someone claps you on the back, pushing you forward.

The crowd cheers louder and the closet door swings open.

Darkness yawns before you.

Sylus steps forward first, his hand brushing against your lower back as he guides you inside. Casual. Effortless. Like he’s done this before. Like he’s leading you somewhere only he understands.

The door clicks shut.

And the world is swallowed whole.

The music, the voices, the party—it all fades, muffled by the thick wooden walls, leaving only this.

Only him.

Your breath comes uneven, your pulse a heavy drumbeat in your ears, because suddenly, the space around you feels too small. The darkness presses in from all sides, thick and stifling, and the only thing clouding your senses—

Is him.

Sylus leans back against the door, his presence unshakable, his scent thick in the air.

Woody. Dark. A hint of spice laced with something richer, smokier.

Cigar musk and worn leather. Something dangerously smooth, something that lingers.

You can’t see him, but you feel him.

Feel the warmth of his body just inches away. Feel the gravity of him, the way he takes up space without even trying.

The realization of your positions slams into you, sharp and sudden, sending heat curling through your stomach.

You take a step back, but there’s nowhere to go—the closet is too small, too tight, too suffocatingly intimate.

A chuckle. Low, amused, sinful.

“Already nervous?” His voice is pure velvet, thick with the kind of arrogance that makes your stomach tighten.

You swallow, your fingers twitching at your sides.

“I’m not nervous.”

“Mm.” He hums, unconvinced.

The air between you is loaded, heavy, charged with something you don’t know how to name.

And then—

A shift.

A quiet creak of leather. A faint rustle of fabric.

He moves.

Closer.

You don’t even hear him step forward, don’t see him in the thick darkness—but you feel it. The way the space tightens. The way his heat licks at your skin, close enough to touch.

Close enough that if you just reached out—

A warm breath skims along your jaw.

You freeze.

Not touching. Not yet. But so close it doesn’t even matter.

Your own breath hitches, and that’s when you feel it—

His smirk.

You can’t see it. But you can feel it.

The way the air shifts between you, the way the silence stretches, the way his head tilts just slightly, like he’s waiting.

Like he’s playing with his food.

The muscles in your stomach tighten.

“You’re quiet,” he murmurs, voice dipping even lower, more intimate, like a secret meant only for you. “Not used to being this close to me?”

Your fingers curl into fists, nails biting into your palms.

And God, you hate him for this.

For the way he gets under your skin without even trying.

For the way he makes you feel like you’re standing on the edge of something dangerous, something uncontrollable, something that might swallow you whole if you let it.

The air between you is charged, electric, the kind of tension that makes your skin feel too hot, too tight.

A low chuckle erupts from his chest, its vibrations reaching yours. He leans down towards your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

“Use me.”

The words hit the air like a match against gasoline.

Your breath catches.

A smirk curves against the dark. He knows.

Of course he knows.

“Use me to make him jealous.”

Your stomach tightens, heat spreading through your limbs like liquid fire.

You swallow. “That’s—”

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” His voice dips lower, a soft, taunting hum, stepping closer, just enough that you catch the faintest trace of clean linen and something sharp beneath it.

You hate that your pulse spikes.

You hate that he’s right.

You hate how easily he gets under your skin, how effortlessly he peels you open without even touching you.

You part your lips to deny it, but—

“Or,” he muses, tilting his head slightly, voice edged with something wicked, something dangerous, something that makes your knees feel weak—

“If you’d rather make it more interesting…”

A pause. A shift. A fraction of movement, barely there—

But you feel it.

The brush of his breath against your skin, the slow, unbearable closeness.

“…Use me to make her jealous.”

Your breath stutters.

He sees it.

He feels it.

And the slow, lazy smirk that tugs at his lips—it’s lethal.

Like he’s already won.

Like he knows exactly what buttons he’s pushing.

Like he’s daring you to say yes.

Your fingers curl into fists. Heat rolls beneath your skin, something dangerous, something reckless.

You should tell him to fuck off.

You should shove him away.

You should—

But you don’t.

Because in this moment, in this dark, stifling space—

You don’t know what you want more.

To prove him wrong.

Or to let him be right.

Perhaps it’s the pain you’ve been swallowing for months, the way it’s settled deep in your ribs, pressing against your lungs like a bruise that refuses to fade.

Perhaps it’s the alcohol, heavy in your bloodstream, loosening your grip on restraint, making you weak to the things you never let yourself touch.

Or maybe—maybe—it’s the way your stomach twists at the memory of her face.

MC’s wide, stunned eyes. The sharp sting of betrayal flashing across her features.

And as much as you hate it, as much as that look should send you crumbling—

Some twisted part of you puffs.

Some part of you, buried beneath layers of resentment, self-doubt, and the endless role of being cast in the background, thrives on it.

Because for once—for once—she is not the one standing in the center of the world.

For once, you have something she doesn’t.

And maybe it’s wrong. Maybe you’ll hate yourself for this later.

But right now—right now—

The weight of Sylus’s heat against you, the scent of smoke and clean linen and something sharp curling into your senses, pressing into the empty spaces inside you—

It’s stopping you from thinking straight.

And when his lips part, when his breath brushes over your skin, when the last thread of tension pulls taut between you—

You stop thinking altogether.

Because before you can second-guess yourself—

You grab him.

Fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, yanking him down, crashing into him like you’ve lost control of gravity itself.

Heat.

Pressure.

It is all you can feel.

His lips crash against yours, and everything ignites.

Your lips slowly move, and his follow suit. You can feel the smirk on his lips.

That damned smirk.

But your mind is wiped clean as soon as he tilts his head, the kiss turning hungrier. The tension builds, unraveling into something desperate, something heavy, something neither of you have the willpower to stop anymore.

Sylus lets out a low, dark chuckle against your mouth, but you swallow it whole.

He recovers quickly—of course he does—because the moment you give in, he’s already taking.

His hands slam against the wall behind you, pinning you between him and nothing else, his body pressing in, heat bleeding through his clothes and onto your skin.

The kiss is rough, deliberate, his lips moving against yours with slow precision, dragging, teasing, tasting.

Like he’s memorizing you.

Like he’s proving a point.

Your breath shudders when he bites, just enough to sting, just enough to make your knees buckle.

You hate that he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Hate that he’s making you melt so easily.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, gripping him tight, using it as leverage when you press your body flush against his.

A sharp inhale from him.

A brief pause.

His fingers dive into your hair, twisting, tugging, tilting your head back as his mouth slants over yours, harder this time.

Deeper.

His other hand slides down, skimming over your ribs, tracing heat into your skin through your clothes before settling at your waist.

Firm. Possessive.

You don’t even realize you’ve been backing up until your back hits the closet wall and he presses in, caging you there, forcing you to feel every inch of him.

Your head spins.

The alcohol, the heat, the weight of him—it’s too much. But not enough.

A low groan rumbles deep in his chest when you tug at his hair, nails raking lightly against his scalp.

And then, his lips break away from yours—just barely, just enough to breathe against your mouth, the ghost of a smirk tugging at his swollen lips.

“Didn’t know you had it in you,” he murmurs, voice thick, husky, laced with something dangerous.

You exhale, your own lips tingling, your chest rising and falling too fast.

“Shut up.”

His teeth flash in the dimness, his breath hot against your lips.

Your grip tightens on his shirt, but it does nothing to steady you.

Sylus moves slowly—deliberate, like he’s savoring this moment, like he has all the time in the world to watch you unravel.

His hands dip beneath your shirt, fingers curling against your waist, his touch cool against the heat of your skin.

You shudder, a sharp inhale betraying you as his fingers start to move—slow, teasing strokes, tracing along the sensitive dip of your spine, mapping you out like he’s memorizing you by touch alone.

His mouth hovers just over yours, his breath fanning against your lips, his smirk felt more than seen in the heavy darkness.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, voice a low hum of amusement, his fingers pressing just slightly harder into your waist.

You bite your lip, hating the way your body responds to him, the way his touch burns through the fabric of your self-control.

“I’m not shaking.”

Sylus laughs, a deep, satisfied sound, his grip flexing slightly—his thumbs skimming just beneath the curve of your ribs, fingertips lingering dangerously close to places they shouldn’t be.

“Sure,” he muses, tilting his head. “Keep telling yourself that.”

Then—he shifts.

A slow, taunting drag of his mouth, skimming along the curve of your jaw, down to the edge of your throat.

You swallow hard, your pulse thundering beneath his lips.

“You still thinking about them?” he murmurs, voice dropping into something dark, coaxing, his fingers spreading wider, pressing into the dip of your lower back, pulling you flush against him.

The sharp heat of his body bleeds through your clothes, overwhelming, intoxicating, making it impossible to focus on anything other than him.

His mouth brushes against your neck—just barely, just enough—and a low, approving hum vibrates from his chest when he feels your breath catch.

“Good,” he whispers, voice dark with satisfaction.

His hands trail higher, warmer, slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt, his touch searing against your bare skin.

His fingers splay over the curve of your spine, pressing in just enough to make you arch, just enough to remind you that he has full control of this moment.

“You know,” he murmurs, lips grazing against your throat, voice thick with amusement, “when I said to use me…”

His hands continue their slow ascent, fingertips tracing along the delicate line of your ribs, slipping under the thin strap of your bra, his knuckles brushing dangerously close to places that would mean no turning back.

“I was talking about simply making it seem like we did something.”

He pauses.

A teasing smirk curls against your skin.

“Didn’t think you’d take it so literally.”

Your breath stutters.

A sharp mix of heat and indignation surges through you, twisting deep in your stomach, because he’s playing with you.

Like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you—and he loves every second of it.

Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, gripping tighter, a silent warning, a desperate attempt to keep yourself together.

He just chuckles—low, dark, sinful.

“Getting shy now?” His voice is all arrogance, his hands still skimming, still testing, still pushing you to the edge of losing control completely.

You hate him.

God, you hate him.

But you hate yourself more for the way your body leans into him, for the way your breath hitches when his teeth graze your pulse, for the way his heat drowns you whole.

And the worst part?

He knows.

He always knows.

His lips ghost over your skin, the smirk never leaving.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he whispers, voice velvet-smooth, “if I slipped my hands a little lower, would you stop me?”

Your stomach flips.

Your grip tightens.

But you don’t answer.

And that silence is exactly what he needs.

Sylus hums, a low, knowing sound, his fingers tightening against your spine, dragging heat along your skin as they trail downward again—slow, teasing, excruciating.

And then, his lips move, lower—tracing just barely along the column of your throat, hovering, not quite touching, not quite giving in.

“No protest?” His voice is mocking, rich with amusement and something darker, something heavier.

His fingers skim along the waistband of your jeans, just a whisper of pressure, enough to send a jolt through your system, enough to make your nails bite into his shirt, into his skin beneath it.

Your pulse hammers, every muscle in your body coiled so tightly you swear you might snap.

His breath brushes against your ear, soft, deliberate, taunting.

“Still not stopping me?”

You should.

You should.

But your body betrays you, tilting into his touch, into his heat, into the danger of him.

Sylus hums, a deep, satisfied sound, his fingers hooking onto the waistband of your jeans—

A knock shatters the daze you were in.

Loud. Sharp.

The closet door rattles slightly.

“Time’s up, lovebirds!” someone calls, muffled through the wood.

Everything freezes.

Your breath catches.

Sylus doesn’t move, not immediately.

For a long, tense second, his fingers linger—just barely pressing into your skin, his body still flush against yours, his lips hovering just over your jaw.

Though slowly, deliberately, devastatingly—he pulls back.

Just enough for you to breathe again.

Just enough to make you ache from the loss.

Sylus stretches, rolling his shoulders lazily before throwing you a look that’s pure, wicked satisfaction. He runs his thumb across his lower lip, like he’s still tasting you there.

The door finally swings open, and light floods in.

His voice is low, smooth as silk, but dripping with mocking amusement, he whispers before he steps out of the closet—

“Shame. I was just getting started.”

part 5

[applecidersturniolo]

forgot.

warnings: unprotected p and v

in which, fwb! matt “forgets” a condom.

“matt, you’re fucking kidding right?” you whimpered as you stared at the ceiling of your bedroom. matt groaned and patted around your bed, looking for something, anything, basically hoping that the latex would appear out of thin air.

“don’t you have some in your nightstand?” matt spoke putting his fitted hat backwards on his head, “we used the last one yesterday” you spoke softly. matt huffed, remembering that-that’s the whole reason he bought a whole new box after he left your place last night and where was it? sitting on his shelf, untouched.

“fuck.” matt cursed as he ran a hand over his face, though, he couldn’t help but smirk to himself, “y’know..you could jus’ let me hit it raw” matt spoke biting his bottom lip.

god, he was tempting. the knot in your stomach grew, usually at times like these you guys would just agree to get off on giving each other head but..you guys already did that, and both of your needs were still unsatisfied.

“ c’mon, sweetheart, jus’ lemme put it in, if you really don’t like it i’ll stop” matt spoke putting his hands up, as if to promise he will do whatever it takes to make you comfortable.

you sighed and slowly nod, “yeah?” matt smirked, “yeah.”

“fu-fuck! matt!” you moaned out, your back arched as matt’s big hands gripped your hips, the wet sounds of your pussy filled your quiet bedroom, “yeah? takin’ me so well, y/n.” matt praised.

your fingers gripped the white sheets, nose scrunching as you felt your climax teeter closer to the edge.

“gonna cum? i can tell.” matt moaned out as his pace became quicker. the overwhelming feeling of your slick walls sucking his bare member in was all too overwhelming. matt’s head fell back as he moaned out your name, you could feel his cock twitch inside you, signaling he was close as well.

“c-cum with me” you managed to choke out as your hands met matt’s shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh.

“where do y-“ “inside. cum inside me.” you intrupped, your mind was hazy, teeth clamped against your bottom lip. “you sure? you want me to fill you up? make you leak me out all night” matt’s mind filled with images of your pretty panties being stained with his cum, the fabric being soaked with your mixed arousals. “yes..yes matty please!” you pleaded. your eyebrows knitting together, legs straightening as you felt your limit up and coming, “go-gonna, fuck matt, i’m gonna-“

“do it. fuck! you’re so wet- let go f’me. cum, right now, baby” matt babbled, “best pussy i’ve ever had”

that’s all you needed to hear, your walls tightened around matt’s member as you both released.

heavy breaths filled the bedroom, you could feel matt’s cum leaking out of you, damping your thighs. matt ran his finger down your skin and shoved the liquid back in your aching cunt.

“such a good girl f’me” matt praised before kissing your forehead and laying next to you on the bed.

you glanced over at him and softly smiled, matt returned it and sighed, “should probably go..” matt mumbled. you simply nodded, matt got up and retrieved his boxers from the cold floor, slipping them on before his baggy jeans. as he buttoned up the denim and flatted out his pockets he couldn’t help but chuckle, he glanced at you, who was looking at your phone mindlessly, not thinking twice. “hey, y/n..” matt mumbled. you turned to matt, raising an eyebrow, “yeah?” you spoke softly. matt smirked and tussled with something in his pocket, pulling out the gold, unopened condom, that had been placed in his pocket the entire time. “found it.”

your eyes widened, “you knew?” you spoke putting your tounge in your cheek, blush creeping up on your cheeks. “maybe..maybe not..” matt spoke with the biggest grin on his face.

oh, you were gonna kill him.

A/N: ahhh!! first post about these two ‼️ hope you enjoy! if you have any requests or asks PLEASE FEEL FREE TO INBOX ME!!! i love you guys so bad 😛🫵🏼

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ynusername post season celebrations starts... now🤭

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williamsracing we can't even take a breath without franco causing media scandals

francolapinto again, appreciating my woman shouldnt be a scandal???

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alexalbon bleach. i need bleach.

landonorris me too. me too.

charlesleclerc so we all need it, right?

williamsracing yes.

more here!

[jinwoosbabyboo]

𝙽𝚘 𝙽𝚞𝚝 𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛

How I headcanon the lads men participating in NNN A/N: ‼️MDNI‼️ me personally I'm teasing them all month because why not :) [Requested by: Anon]

𝚉𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎

[Succeeded Just Barely]

questions you endlessly about what NNN is and where you even heard of it

starts listing all the pros and cons of this kind of challenge “Are you going to participate or not?” “I have self-control I'll do it”

He really did end up having an insane amount of self-control

you end up being the one who wants him to break

he was on track to make it the entire month allowing you to either ride his fingers or his tongue to satisfy you but you wanted more

ended up pulling that one wicked card of sitting on his lap and putting your boobs in his face and thats how you almost got him

“you have an unfair advantage, but I will restrain myself”

you tried to make him break on the last day and he did and you literally got railed in his office and he nutted after midnight so your plan failed

don’t worry the door was locked he’s not that risky

"I can't believe you actually did it" "working overtime helped"

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚕

[Failed November 12th]

wasn't going to do it at first but you teased him into agreeing

Is overconfident to start

wants you more now knowing he can’t have you

anything you do he thinks you’re tempting him

“You’re trying to sabotage me!” “Im just grabbing a bowl??”

convinced himself this is what true torture is

constantly taking cold showers to calm himself down

keeps going back and forth between wanting you to leave and wanting you with him at all times

“I can’t do this” he would pull you on top of him tell you how dumb this challenge was

ends up almost creaming his pants just having you on top of him

takes you on every surface he can find and falls asleep still inside you

𝚇𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛

[Failed November 5th]

Already failed unintentionally on the 1st

Kept you up all night on Halloween which bled into November 1st

“We won’t count that so do you want to try it” “I guess”

suffering from day one "I don't like this" "It would help if you stop putting your hands all over me" "That sounds like torture"

Is willing to try but ends up not even lasting a week

tries to find ways around the rules

Started out by him saying “I just want to make you cum” creamed his pants by just eating you out

Asks you to never make him try that again unless you plan on leaving him for a month which is even worse

proceeds to give you a repeat of halloween night after making him wait for almost a week

𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜

[Failed November 23rd]

He’s one to honor a bet so now you’re the one suffering

“Are you participating as well?” “Sure why not I know you’ll break first”

He wants you to crack first

Starts wearing everything he knows turns you on

“Restrain yourself until December sweetie”

Acts oblivious to what he’s doing

two weeks in he is finding EVERY LOOPHOLE POSSIBLE

could have made the whole month, but you two decided to edge each other by that third week

“You said and I quote ‘No Nut November’ I only edged you sweetie you haven’t lost yet”

Massages you, constantly kissing and nibbling on your neck, goes as far as to play with it or eat you out until you’re right on the edge then stops

It ends up being an edging game between the two of you and you break at the same time and he’s turning you every which way, but loose not stopping until the bed is bent

“I’ll make better rules next year” “We’re not participating next year”

[empyrealix]

⊹ ࣪˖ THE BRIGHTEST DAYS | #CS55

pairing. carlos sainz x clinical psychologist!reader

synopsis. you've just graduated from university with a degree in clincial psychology. this monumental event obviously has to be celebrated by both you and carlos

warnings. none

note. thank you so much for the request! i hope you like it <3

MASTERLIST ; requests open

yn

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yn i feel so incredibly proud to finally graduate (with a degree in clinical psychology). i, honestly, couldn't have done any of it without the never ending support of my family, my friends, and my lovely boyfriend. if you need any psychology textbooks, i'm selling mine (joking, but not really)

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charles_leclerc do you provide therapy sessions now?

yn only if you pay me

charles_leclerc i think i need some after ferrari

yn my very professional advice would be to leave ferrari

charles_leclerc i would never do such a thing

user1 OMG?? CONGRATULATIONS 🎉

user2 YN'S A WHOLE DOCTOR OF PSYCHOLOGY NOW

carlossainz55 i've seen how hard you've worked to achieve this, and I couldn't be more proud of you, mi vida <3

yn stop, i'm gonna cry, you're so sweet i love you so much

lando noo, don't cry, you're too sexy haha

yn shut up, lando

carlossainz55 shut up before i cut your brakes

lando williamsracing do you see this?

williamsracing Please do not cut lando's brakes carlossainz55

user3 i want to BE her

user4 i'd gladly buy the textbooks

alex_albon congratulations, yn 🥳

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 my girl is a clinical psychologist!! i'm so incredibly proud of you and everything you've achieved. i cannot wait to watch you embark on this new chapter

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user5 carlos' dad liking yn's post but not carlos' post is so funny to me

yn carlosito i love you so much <3 your endless support has meant so incredibly much to me over the past few years. i can't begin to tell you how much it means to me that you (and carlos sr and reyes) came to my graduation

carlossainz55 there's nowhere i'd rather be than your graduation, amor

yn 🥺

user6 carlosito? oh, that's the cutest thing ever

user7 carlos sr AND reyes went to her graduation? i'm sick

charles_leclerc please tell your girlfriend that telling me to leave ferrari is not good professional advice

carlossainz55 no can do. leaving ferrari worked for me

charles_leclerc thanks for this utterly useless advice 😀

yn it's very sound professional advice, charles

charles_leclerc no

user8 yn is STUNNING

user9 that's dr yn yln to you

user10 i think we moved on from carlos' parents going to her graduation too quick

yn

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yn finally back here now that my exams are over (forever) and i've graduated (that is still very insane to me)

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carlossainz55 mi amor, why are you in the aston martin garage??

yn i had to go say hi to THE fernando alonso

kimi.antonelli come to the mercedes garage next ‼️

olliebearman ignore kimi, come to haas next

kimi.antonelli NO?

gabrielbortoleto_ umm, ignore both of them? i want to see you

isackhadjar you're very welcome to the vcarb garage, yn!!

liamlawson30 second that

carlossainz55 no?? she's MY girlfriend, she's here for ME not for any of you rascals. stop trying to take her from me

gabrielbortoleto_ too late, hehe

carlossainz55 WHAT DID YOU DO

gabrielbortoleto_ nothing

kimi.antonelli i say we storm sauber and rescue yn

olliebearman i agree

isackhadjar on behalf of me and liam, i agree

carlossainz55 for once i actually agree with you rascals

user11 what is going on in this comment section

user12 i don't know, but it's very entertaining

astonmartinf1 you're welcome back to the garage anytime, yn!

yn thank you!!

carlossainz55 what about williams?

yn they have better pastries at aston martin

carlossainz55 ???

user13 carlos fighting for his life in these comments

yn

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yn finally got my first big girl job

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user14 i remember the late night breakdowns on the ig stories and now look how far we've come

yn that was NOT a good time

charles_leclerc you've grown so much 🥲

yn i'm older than you, leclerc shut up

charles_leclerc by like A YEAR?

yn idk what sort of rich kid school you went to in monaco, but that's considered being older

lando they're fighting again scuderiaferrari williamsracing

scuderiaferrari This is your public account, Charles

williamsracing yn is not employed by us, so it is not our concern what she does on her personal account

carlossainz55 dinner tonight to celebrate this?

yn yes, yes, absolutely (as long as you pay; i'm still drowning in student debt)

alex_albon why are you using the ig comments to plan a date? just text like NORMAL people

carlossainz55 because it's more fun

yn i don't know actually- oh, yeah, sure, whatever carlos said

user15 why is charles constantly under attack in these comments

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 my favourite girl ❤️ congratulations on your new job, i couldn't be prouder of you (yes, she made me post the picture of the pasta)

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user16 i love how she just asks him to do things and he's like yes ma'am

yn the pasta was 10/10 by the way

carlossainz55 and the company?

yn eh, 6/10?

carlossainz55 mi vida 🥹

yn noo carlosito, i jest, the company was 100/10

alex_albon he almost cried, just so you know

user17 they're both so HOT it's so unfair

lando when's it MY turn❓

yn your boyfriend is throwing a fit again carlossainz55

carlossainz55 he's NOT my boyfriend

lando how could you? i thought we had something

carlossainz55 we did not

lando i think i need therapy after this

yn i have a free session on friday?

lando perfect

[gr4cier4cie]

♡ LAPS INSIDE YOUR HEAD ♡

or: you're an artist performing sold-out shows on a long-awaited tour. what happens if a certain f1 driver ends up buying a front row seat to every. single. one? singer!reader x carlos sainz

warnings: sexual innuendo (duh because it's me), no specific face claim but women of color lol bc i lowkey (highkey) always imagine reader as me oopsoo

♡

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y/n y/l/n thank you thank you thank you for being the most incredible audience to start off the 'gilded not golden' tour, shanghai!!!! looking forward to night two!!! 🩷

gracieabrams i cried. i am crying. we were all crying. (♡ by author)

y/n y/l/n i, too, was crying (unfortunately or fortunately idk) yourbestfriend yes i can attest to this!!

sza that dress was MADE for you honey (♡ by author)

y/n y/l/n me when i saw you at the grammys ahhhh

username1 does anyone else notice carlos sainz lurking in the likes lol

username2 wait who is that 😭 username1 he's an f1 driver for williams username3 LFMAO he's real for that i mean look at her

username4 holy fuck goddess on that first slide 🩷 (marry me)

username5 im seeing her night twooo yayyyyyy

username4 ur so lucky the tickets sold out SO FAST username5 IKR she hasn't toured in forever!!! 😭😭 username4 did u see her ex apparently showed up for n1 LOL username 5 SERIOUSLY EWWW

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y/n y/l/n you know what, shanghai? i might stay a while!! (thank you so so so much for two INCREDIBLE shows!!! you really give me something to live for. kisses from me always and forever!!) ✨ and thank you to username7 for letting me use her picture for this post!!

username7 girl thank YOU its not the picture it's the person

username1 CARLOS SAINZ WE SEE YOU IN THE LIKES (♡ by author)

username4 the way y/n liked ur comment too username1 pls the f1 crossover is HILARIOUS 😭 username1 watch them get tgt i think he has a thing for good hair

yourbestfriend Y/N PLEASE HAVE MY CHILDREN

y/n y/l/n ma'am please this is on the main yourbestfriend that's never stopped you 👀

username9 okay is racecar about her ex bc like... that's insane

username10 nah it wouldn't be isn't he in finance or smth username9 who is it about then bc omg its driving me crazy

username12 I AM DEAD PLS THE WAY CARLOS SAINZ KEEPS LIKING ALL OF HER POSTS 🩷

username13 unapologetically i cried to racecar no regrets whoops

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y/n y/l/n HUGE HUGE HUGE thank you to williamsracing for giving me the opportunity to watch the race at the shanghai international circuit from the paddock!! it was absolutely incredible (and we all know racecars are my fav anyway)!!

username1 OMG Y/N AND F1 CROSSOVER I AM DECEASED

username4 holy fuck isn't 55 cs's number

username1 YES OMG username2 and he liked this post too WHAT username3 the racecar reference WHAT ‼️‼️

carlossainz55 So good to see you, Y/N!! (♡ by author)

y/n y/l/n agreed!! let's do it again sometime!!

username9 THE WAY THEY'RE COMMENTING ON EACH OTHER'S POSTS NOW WE'RE DEVELOPING GRRR

username8 the way y/n 1) debuts a song called racecar 2) gets invited to the william's paddock literally days later is so fucking funny to be

username5 SHE'S GETTIN AROUND AS SHE SHOULD username7 also that dress on her is soo qkwjehwne

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carlossainz55 Thank you to the entire team and to the fans for all the support this weekend in Shanghai! Looking forward to another great race at Suzuka next weekend. ¡Gracias a todo el equipo y a la afición por todo el apoyo este fin de semana en Shanghái! Espero con ilusión otra gran carrera en Suzuka el próximo fin de semana.

y/n y/l/n i'll be there (just like last time)!! (♡ by author)

carlossainz55 I'm counting on it!

username1 okay the way that literally ALL of the y/n fans have just FLOCKED HERE

username2 congratulations on a strong race carlos!!

username11 ¡Estuviste increíble este fin de semana, Carlos!

username3 PLEASE TELL ME Y/N AND CARLOS ARE DATING PLS

username8 honestly guys it's none of our business username9 i'm more concerned about the jet lag y/n's gonna have going from china to italy for the tour and then to japan like WHAT username10 WAIT YES I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE THAT

username12 CARLOS SAINZ PLS BE MY HUSBAND

username13 literally me lol

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y/n y/l/n you know me, always in blue for race weekend 💙

carlossainz55 Remind me to get you a William's hat amor. (♡ by author)

y/n y/l/n YOU TOLD ME TO WEAR BLUE SO I DID STOP COMPLAINING

username1 GUYS WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW

username2 is this like... a confirmation that carlos was the guy in the picture from earlier? + that they're dating?

username3 i reeeaallly hope this isn't like a publicity thing username4 yeah like that would suck especially since y/n's been so open about her past relationships and how they used her for clout and stuff

username8 honestly happy for them they're cute together

username7 the hair game combined is deadly username9 LOL 'hair game' has me rolling

yourbestfriend sooo... how's ur jet lag my girl (♡ by author)

y/n y/l/n oh i think i slept through the entire race (who won?) yourbestfriend HE BORED YOU SO BAD YOU FELL ASLEEP y/n y/l/n don't tell him!! 🥴

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carlossainz55 Another great race in China! Thank you to the entire team for your hard work and dedication. I am incredibly proud of our result. Thank you for everything! ¡Otra gran carrera en China! Gracias a todo el equipo por su arduo trabajo y dedicación. Estoy increíblemente orgulloso de nuestro resultado. ¡Gracias para todos!

y/n y/l/n is the only reason you didn't thank me the fact that i shamed your cooking skills (♡ by author)

carlossainz55 You wounded my soul, amor. y/n y/l/n IT WAS A JOKE CARLOS I SAID IM SORRY (♡ by author)

username10 THESE TWO ARE SO DAMN CUTE TOGETHER AHHH

username22 amazing race today carlos!!! pride from argentina!!

username11 okay these two are like the best looking couple ever im kind of jealous of... both of them?

username3 REAL OH MY GOD I WAS JUST THINKING THAT username4 THEY'RE BOTH SO HOT LFMAO username8 i kinda like how they're keeping it sort of private tho like its not over the top or anything

alex_albon carlos mate y/n might be right honestly

carlossainz55 We are no longer teammates. y/n y/l/n OKAY I DIDN'T MEAN TO START THIS (♡ by author)

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note: OKAY SO TO THOSE WHO SAW THIS POST BEFORE I JUST ADDED PT 2 STRAIGHT ONTO HERE: thank you for baring with me!! i knoowwww i ended this kind of ambiguously but i liked the idea of these two muppets just kinda finding their way through things!!! thank you all for reading this is def not my last smau!!

[takimakiiiii]

meet me in shanghai!

part 8 to the ¡Cosmic Girl Records!

summary: the shanghai grand prix in underway! as the weekend approaches you figure out maybe ollie’s the sensitive gf in the relationship. the usual 2019 rookie banter you never get tired of, also mercedes admin beef with y/n ⁉️

pairing: ollie bearman x mercedes fem engineer!reader & reader x platonic!f1grid

tw!: mention of killing, kill yourself jokes, threatening, swearing, italian (kimi) slander (i’m sorry😖)

a/n: i haven’t done one of these in ages but i got the motivation from the new season to bring back the cosmic girl records, so here you are, enjoy!

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unfortunatelyy/n: exploring shanghai w my girlies 🤭

tagged: lilymhe and alexandrasaintmleux

user1: WE ARE BEING FEDDDD 

user2: guys what if i died from y/n’s lethal face card 

alexandrasaintmleux: my fave girls 💗

 unfortunatelyy/n: 🤍

user7: this trio is one to rival the 2019 rookies fr 

 landonorris: 🤨

 alex_albon: 🤨

 georgerussell64: 🤨

 user8: YOU SUMMONED THEM

 user10: they’re like demons 

 unfortunatelyy/n: agreed.

olliebearman: without me. . .? 💔

 unfortunatelyy/n: ur sitting right next to me pal 

 user3: pal 😭

 unfortunatelyy/n: gotta put a dude in his place fr 

 user4: IM SORRY I CACKLED 

 olliebearman: dude? just say you hate me 😔💔

 unfortunatelyy/n: so dramatic geez 🙄

lilymhe: we were such explorers today 

 unfortunatelyy/n: FR‼️

 lilymhe: you’re the boots to my dora 🤭

 user5: that’s w rizz right there 

 unfortunatelyy/n: woah that’s so romantic 😍

 alex_albon: EVERY SINGLE TIME 

 user9: oop 

 alex_albon: WHY DO YOU ALWAYS FEEL THE NEED TO STEAL MY GIRLFRIEND 

 unfortunatelyy/n:  well you see that depends, do you mean hypothetically or literally 

 alex_ albon: BOTH 

 unfortunatelyy/n: i think the real question is why is it so easy 🤨

 alex_albon: girl stfu

 unfortunatelyy/n: i rest my case 🙌 

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unfortunatelyy/n: karting w the gang

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user1: i see that the gang has new members now 

 user2: do you think they have a blood pact 

 user3: maybe they have a gang handshake 

 landonorris: can confirm we do 

 user10: TO WHICH ONE 😭

 georgerussell64: y/n made us 

 unfortunatelyy/n: I DID NOT 

alex_albon: that’s exactly what someone who did would say 

 unfortunatelyy/n: “that’s exactly what someone who did would say☝️🤓”

 user4: ngl he’s probably used to it at this point😭

 alex_albon: kys 

unfortunatelyy/n: perhaps not

 user5: she’s him fr 

user15: y/n’s relationship with the 2019 rookies is so dear to me you don’t understand

kimi.antonelli: remember when you lost today that was funny 

 unfortunatelyy/n: YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T SAY ANYTHING 

 kimi.antonelli: i lied. 

 unfortunately/yn: that’s it. just you wait, i hope you’re looking forward to this weekend 

 kimi.antonelli: wait, what does that mean 

 kimi.antonelli: y/n 

 kimi.antonelli: answer my calls y/n

 kimi.antonelli: i see you online, answer me 🙏

 user10: little bro is COOKED 

 user11: that’s also his engineer right there 😭

user12: dawg isn’t gonna survive this weekend, i fear 

olliebearman: so i’m just “gang” now? 💔

 unfortunatelyy/n: WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY 

 user6: he’s just a girl 🎀

unfortunatelyy/n: a girl that’s getting on my nerves right now 

 user7: do we think he’s still alive

 landonorris: can confirm he is not 

unfortunatelyy/n: has anyone ever told you how helpful you are?

 landonorris: yes actually they have

 unfortunatelyy/n: well they’re lying to you

 user8: HELP 😭

 user9: aaand sassy y/n’s back 

 alex_albon: unfortunately so

 unfortunatelyy/n: kys mwah🫶

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unfortunatelyy/n: i got hacked. who are these homeless guys 

user1: kimi just casually throwing up gang signs 

 user2: he’s so pookie fr 

landonorris: this was not the intention of these photos 

unfortunatelyy/n: good. 

olliebearman: I SAID SORRY ALREADY WHY 

 unfortunatelyy/n: because i hate you (said with love) 

landonorris: you disgust me 

 unfortunatelyy/n: shut up mr situationship guy or i’ll tag magui (threat)

landonorris: consider me shut upped (not a threat) 

carlossainz55: ah so this is why they had your phone today

 unfortunatelyy/n: it felt like forever💔

 landonorris: you’re a phone addict okay we were helping you 

unfortunatelyy/n: I AM NOT 

 landonorris: stage 1: denial 

 unfortunatelyy/n: what if i killed you (threat) 

 landonorris: i’d report you (threat) 

 unfortunatelyy/n: you’d be dead by then (threat) 

landonorris: not if i kill you first (threater threat) 

nicole.piastri: what if i killed you both for acting like children (threat) 

user8: MAMA PIASTRI?  user10: OSCAR’S MUM HELLO??

 user9: well that certainly shut them up 

kimi.antonelli: am i getting fired for this

 user4: bro’s fighting for his life rn with his pr i just know it 

 user5: we need an update @unfortunatelyy/n 

 unfortunatelyy/n: shhhh, toto is deciding whether or not to fire him or not (i voted yes) 

totowolff_original: i would appreciate it if you did not spread misinformation online y/n

 unfortunatelyy/: am. . . I. . .  fired. . . ? 

 totowolff_original: i am deciding 

 user6: WOAH i did not know toto was chill like that😭

user7: he’s such a diva fr 

 kimi.antonelli: HAHAHAH see that’s what you get y/n

 unfortunatelyy/n: stfu italian pasta boy 

 mercedesamgf1: maybe we should begin that pr training y/n . . . 

 unfortunatelyy/n: NO WAIT 

 unfortunatelyy/n: PLEASE I BEG 

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unfortunatelyy/n: me at work when i get told i actually have to do my job 

charles_leclerc: what did i do to you

unfortunatelyy/n: live.

user1: she is NEVER letting that go 

user2: it’s part of their lore 

 user3: only the og’s know 🔥

georgerussell64: that is a very unflattering photo of me 

 unfortunatelyy/n: that is why i chose it 

georgerussell64: right. 

 user6: they’ll just never get you like we do y/n😔

oscarpiastri: okay what the flip 

unfortunatelyy/n: i’m sorry it’s the only photo that came up on google when i searched staring into the abyss and questioning life 

 oscarpiastri: fair enough 👍

 user4: classic oscar reaction 

user5: not the thumbs up😭

 user8: dad ahh thumbs up reaction 

 unfortunatelyy/n: see, he gets it he’s just a chill guy fr unlike the others 🙄

 unfortunatelyy/n: *cue the chill guy theme song 

 landonorris: sometimes i wonder how you’ve made it this far 

 unfortunatelyy/n: idk if i should be flattered or insulted 

landonorris: how, what, yk what nevermind and open the front door i've been standing here for 10 minutes 

 unfortunatelyy/n: i know i can see you through the cameras 

 user9: I CACKLED?

 landonorris: OPEN THE MFING DOOR RIGHT NOW I NEED TO USE THE BATHROom 

 unfortunatelyy/n: whoopsies 

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unfortunatelyy/n: dawg that’s my driver we’re cooked 

user1: LMAO?😭

user2: he knew this was coming 😭

kimi.antonelli: mama mia what is this 

 user3: oh god i think we all know what’s coming next 

 unfortunatelyy/n: “mama mia🤌🇮🇹🍝🍕🥖” 

 kimi.antonelli: WHY IS THERE A BAGUETTE 

 unfortunatelyy/n: too far im sorry. 

 kimi.antonelli: i hope you know that this weekend i’m not listening to you over the radio 

 unfortunatelyy/n: that’s okay sometimes i turn it off anyways 

 kimi.antonelli: WOW. 

 user4: see kids, this is what you call a healthy racer engineer relationship 

maxverstappen1: i would appreciate it if you did not attack my grid child like this 

 unfortunatelyy/n: OMG who’s the father? is it charles 

 charles_leclerc: what.

maxverstappen1: what. 

 unfortunatelyy/n: omg what? who said that?

 landonorris: HAHAHAHAH

 user5: i can literally imagine him rolling on the ground rn 

 unfortunatelyy/n: at least someone appreciates my humour 

 landonorris: only this once

 user6: wholesome y/n and lando interaction for once?

 unfortunatelyy/n: absolutely not that message was typed with pure spite and hate 

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unfortunatelyy/n: out n about w the huzz

tagged: olliebearman

user1: PLEASE TELL ME HUZZ IN THIS CONTEXT MEANS HUSBAND 

user2: they’re like 20 chill 😭😭

user3: she’s really mastered the art of clipping ollie

 user12: if you think THIS is her clipping ollie you should see her other posts 

user7: her posts about him are so cutesy i cant 

user8: i’ll just be crying happy tears in the corner don’t mind me 

olliebearman: i approve of these photos 

 unfortunatelyy/n: i tried my best but there were just no bad ones from recently😔 

 olliebearman: . . . i’m just gonna pretend you didn’t say that

 unfortunatelyy/n: okay 🤗

user9: cause of death - cuteness overload 

user10: who’s crying? i’m not crying you’re crying wtf 

user11: no disgusted lando in the comments?

 landonorris: oh im still here i just choose peace right now 

 unfortunatelyy/n: that’s new.  

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unfortunatelyy/n: IT’S RACE DAY RAHHHHHH🔥🔥🔥 (time to actually do my job) 

mercedesamgf1: 👀

 unfortunatelyy/n: how’s it going admin?

 mercedesamgf1: how’s the pr training going y/n?

 unfortunatelyy/n: i was joking💔

 mercedesamgf1: so were we 

user1: destined to be best friends forced to be enemies 😔

user1: y/n who do you think is going to win today

 unfortunatelyy/n: idk but i have a feeling mercedes is gonna be pretty good 

 mercedesamgf1: 🤨

 unfortunatelyy/n: I SAID PRETTY GOOD OKAY 

 mercedesamgf1: 🙄

user2: y/n and mercedes admin beef goes crazyyy

 unfortunatelyy/n: ikr like what 

 mercedesamgf1: 😠

 unfortunatelyy/n: OH MY GOSH GO AWAY 

 mercedesamgf1: perhaps not 

 user3: we NEED to know who admin is rn 

 user4: NAME DROP PLS ADMIN 

 unfortunatelyy/n: i would also like to know the name of the person WHO WON’T GET OFF MY ASS 

user5: what’s the probability of it being kimi 

 unfortunatelyy/n: oh gawd 

a/n: thanks for reading! i hope you have an amazing day and stay safe!!

taglist: @ilivbullyingjeongin

[2kiran]

Hi‼️ lurker here‼️ just wanna say that your works are awesome‼️‼️ and that your dash always looks so cool and pretty every time I come around to check up on you‼️ your works are so good and you’re such a talented writer‼️

also… can I…can I ask for a tired reader being surrounded by a very demanding and needy 141? Like I’m not all that creative like the other anons but like I just really like the reader satisfying the 141s in any way his tired form can‼️ whether it’s by letting them ride his dick until they’re satisfied or having them being cock warmed as reader falls asleep‼️

sorry for this‼️ just thoughts and brain worms are weird rn and I thought that you would carry these out well… back to lurking now‼️

p.s. the ‼️ are just here to show excitement not to be scary or anything I’m sorry

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: bottom 141, top male reader, consensual somnophilia, cowgirl position, cockwarming, fingering, dividers

The weight of the missions and daily tasks being distributed made your limbs slack, eyes droopy, body boneless and desperate to pass out for even a week. You’re dozing off the second you sit down or rest against a wall, jerking awake when shaken by your mate. It isn’t your fault that you’re hardworking when needed, and everything was becoming a necessity to put your full attention on.

You need a break.

On the other hand, your team doesn’t seem to agree.

They’re clingy, more than usual. When you’re in a room with them, it seems as though their presence is the only thing that matters. Unabashedly acting like animals in heat, they’d sometimes even gently rut against your thigh.

Their excuse? You’ve been neglecting them, rarely glancing or facing towards their direction. Sometimes, you’d fail to acknowledge them in passing which evidently piles up their frustration and need to turn the source into the outlet.

And you’ll let them. They know you will.

Soap is the first one to snap. The man’s too needy for his own good. He can’t stop thinking about you, your hands wandering along his body, allowing him to take a sniff of pleasure before you’re shoving him away. But now? Now you’re doing it unintentionally.

He’s concerned, knowing damn well that he shouldn’t bother you. And yet, he can’t keep it within his pants. You’ll be good for him, right?

“Shit, tha’s it, love...” Soap groans, face contorting with blissful relief. He rolls his hips, desperate to feel every inch of your cock - the one that had him dreaming about it, waking up with his boxers damp, and hole twitching from being so empty - “Y’can get some shut-eye, ‘s alrigh’.”

You’re hanging onto your consciousness by a mere thread, the promise of slumber darkening the edges of your view while simultaneously heightening the sensation of slick, twitching warmth wrapped around your length. Small moans left him, thick brows knitted together in concentration.

Soap cannot remain still for the life of him. He sinks further down, enveloping you in his tight heat and squeezes you with it. His jaw hung open, mouth agape, and his thighs are quivering in a poor attempt not to fuck back against your cock with his desperate hole.

-

The second is Price. He may be a responsible and patient captain, but he’s still a man with lustful requirements. He needs to let off stream, you know?

“Hhang... that’s a good man.” He ruts his hips against yours, the plushy thickness of his scarred thighs rippling with each bounce. If you’re comfortable with it, he’ll take a drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke slip through his teeth as a breathy moan rasps from his throat.

God, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the feel of you. Your tip meeting the spot that has him high with squelchy smacks, the scratchy stubble spread on his chin making the firm muscle of your shoulder raw whenever he angled himself forward to make you pound into him deeper.

Such a good soldier, you are. “Stay still, m‘fuckin’ close.” He huffs. Your cock twitches in response, and his lips curves in a self-satisfied grin. It has him riding you harder, rim taut, his pace fast and it makes the both of you dependent on chasing that point.

The Captain isn’t afraid to milk you for all you’re worth, either. It’s your own fault for making him needy. – “C’mon, you’ve got more in you, don’t you?”

-

Gaz is the next one. He heard your ‘interaction’ with the other men, smelled how Soap and Price practically reeked of well-deserved sex. It has arousal pool in his lower belly, dick twitching to life at the possibility of finally being satiated by you.

He’ll praise you for it; “Good boy, letting me use you like this.”, “Th-thank you, my love. Fuckin’ me so well.” and “Shh, I know. Go rest. I’ll just suck your pretty dick off, yeah?”

You think he’ll prep himself because you’re melting into the sheets to nap? No, you’re terribly wrong. He’d grip your wrist firmly, lubing your fingers up, and gently make them breach his tight hole. He gasps, immediately clenching from how intense it felt.

Gaz smiles fondly at how you seem to battle sleep, nodding mindlessly. When you do succumb to the urge, he’s biting his lip to contain his pathetic noises. You look so peaceful, and here he is fucking himself on your fingers. He’s holding onto your forearm, guiding you back and out. The murmurs of slick ringing through the room as he throws his head back.

“Fuckkk...” He’d mutter, fisting his own cock with rough jerks. Leaning down, he peppers kisses all across your jaw. He’s unbelievably turned on, rocking his hips to take in your digits completely. He’s getting desperate, but he will wait for you to wake up before he shoves your cock down his throat.

-

Ghost corners you. Sure, he’s got better self-control than the rest of the men. But hey, he’s still a human with very human needs.

Doesn’t matter if you’ve got a broader and hulking figure or a shorter stature, he’s guiding you with his frame until your knees hit the edge of a bed or a threadbare seat and your aching back is laying down. His mouth twitching in a mock snarl to have you submit. All with your consent, of course.

One of his favorite things to do to tease you? He loves to keep on asking you “This okay, luv?” and “Hmm? Y’want me to touch ya here?” until you’re begging him to finally fuck himself on your leaky dick that he’s been either playing with his roughened digits or warming with his inviting heat the entire time.

Rides you so slowly, hips rocking ever so slightly, and his soft walls pulse as they give way to your length. And it’s all to keep you awake, tightening up when you’re about to fall asleep on him. He wants you to be completely aware when he’s in the heights of arousal and he has you balls deep inside of him.

“Wake up, swee’art. Fuck– eyes on me, yeah, there we go.” / “Oh, you like tha’? Uh-huh? Good boy, you do.”

–

Or you have Price behind you, one of his arms slung around your waist as he thumbs at your slit until it’s coated in your pre. Soap’s tugging at your shaft, his fist enclosed and tight, consistent and oh so whiny like you’re inside of him. “Ye can fuck me harder, (rank), jus’ like this.”

Gaz on his knees, his tongue flicking at your sensitive veins. They’ll be toying with your cock as you lean back against the captain, letting sleep overtake you until you feel someone familiar climb into your lap. The other men supporting Ghost’s weight as he takes your dick in his skull-gloved hand, guiding the head to meet his rim and he sinks down with a low groan.