#Rev. H. Heat

[possible-streetwear]

[sparkriddledfever]

Okay but like the milk maiden dress definitely gets those engines revving.

Reader is gender neutral.

Warning: 18+ under read more. Cunnilingus (in First Aid's part)

(Megatron, Prowl, First Aid, Hound)

Megatron may be an old, tired mech. Though that does not stop him from appreciating this sight before his optics upon entry into his habsuite.

The dress slightly hiked up your thigh, the front almost daring to slip off; threatening to tease his optics with the bare flesh. Daring him to descend upon your form without remorse since you just want to be a slagging tease. His fans switched on low, his face failing to hide behind that stoic persona. Yet you knew you had him flustered, a soft laugh roused from your lips.

"I was-" he cleared his throat to clear it of the static, "was not aware of any special occasions."

"No special occasion besides wanting to surprise my favorite mech," you winked.

A light snarl escaped him at the tease; he swiftly enters the suite and descends upon your flesh.

Prowl necessarily didn't have time to stop and drop everything. However, you just had to come into his office while he's leg deep in his work and show off that dress without shame. Telling him to take a break all the while purposely spreading your legs wide, leaning back on your hands as an invitation to him.

Well, since you kindly allowed him to take what he wants. He shall take advantage of it.

"P-Prowl! Slow down!-" you squeaked when his servos slammed down near your head. His optics glared down at you in those same fiery shades of blue, never once did his hips falter in their thrusts, a slight uptick of his dermas sent that fiery liquid feeling through your nerves and pooled in your stomach.

"I believe you don't have a say since you gave me the choice to relax. So, I am relaxing-" he grunts when a comm blimp into his HUD, growling as his tempo was thrown off, "fraggers."

"H-Huh?"

"Silent," he press two digits to his audials, "what is it now?"

Prowl rolled his hips slowly while quickly covering your mouth. He sent you a silent warning to behave, but you were never the one to follow his orders.

First Aid always admire his sweetspark even you happily show off new stuff or clothes to him. He always took the time to compliment you or share your joy, if he was going to play favorites though. His absolute, all-time favorite is you in a red and white summer dress; of course, he's a sucker for anything you wear that's in his colors. This specific one had his engine revving in delight.

His digit played with the strings while his dermas kissed down every bare inch of you. He softly vents, the air billowing over your heated skin sent shivers down your spine. Slowly, he lifted the skirt up; groaning softly at the sight of your wet pussy under the sun's gentle light flooding through the window.

He leans forward without a thought to his processor, placing a sloppy kiss to your clit. His glossa lapping up your juices and running it across his dermas. Rousing a sweet, shrill gasp from you. Making him smile in delight and filled with the urge to hear more of your sweet sounds.

Hound is a sucker through and through. You, who got him all wrapped up around your pinkie, have him stumbling and chuckling like a young mech. Flutter your eyes up at him while wearing that dress in his shade of olive green. He's truly panting like a dog when you press yourself up against him, letting him rut his spike between your thighs.

His servos trembled to keep his strength in check to not squeeze your hips too hard. His optics never once left your ass, too much focused on it rippling under his thrusts.

"Yer- ngh- killin' me here, darlin'. Yer gon be tha death of me, I swear."

It's not fair that your laughter gotta be so saccharine to his audials, making him feel like liquid with such ease. His helm drops into your neck with a barely audible whine when you squeeze your thighs together around his spike. You lean back into his hold, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. Your lips brush against the sensitive audial, smiling with a soft blow to it,

"It'll be much easier for you to overload in me, no?"

Now, you're truly trying to kill him, huh?

[en-lov3r]

𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚍 | 𝙻. 𝙷𝚂

Pairing: Stepdad! Heeseung x stepdaughter! reader Genre: Smut, stepcest, taboo relationship Warnings: Masturbation, sex toys, unprotected sex, oral, male and female receiving, squirting, stepdad step daughter relationship, daddy kink, cheating, home wrecking, infidelity, pussy eating, cursing, stepfather x stepdaughter, etc. Synopsis: Your mom recently married to a nurse she's known for quite a while at her workplace. As soon as she brang him into the house, you took an interest in him. You never really get to see him as much only until he moved in. She and your stepdad work in different times for shifts, often him or her coming home early or late. One day, you took an opportunity to see him in your parent's bedroom and while he's tired asleep in his scrubs from work, you went and rubbed yourself on him, as he woke up, things took a turn... for the better. Word Count: 2, 705 words

You knew today was the day you wanted to fuck your tall hot stepdad, Heeseung. Your mom and him barely had time for each other, you knew that ever since they got married, all they've been worrying about is working shifts day and night, working like dogs, especially your mom. This night, you heard your mom rev the car engine, you knew it would be her shift. As soon as you heard the car sounds leave until they vanished off into the roads, you instantly prepared yourself to fuck your stepdad. He would be coming home soon anyway, so you took the chance to prepare yourself by masturbating. You took your dildo below your bed, in a box full of sex toys, you went and took the biggest one yet and imagined it was your stepdad's cock. You instantly shoved it inside you. "Mmph!" Little moans coming out into a whisper as you slid it in and out, imagining he was ramming your cock inside you. You took out the lube and squirted a ton into that dildo, just enough lubrication to make it go inside easier. You couldn't handle yourself as you put it in again, this time, it went so smooth that you began to roll your eyes to the back of your head, riding it up and down, stimulating this dildo as if it's your stepdad's cock. It was so good to to the point you began to squirt everywhere "Fuck!" fluids began leaking out but then all of a sudden, you instantly heard a car come in your driveway.

You noticed and heard it was your stepdad. You quickly took the dildo and lube and put it in the box and set it aside. You quietly creeped to your room door and put your ear on it just to listen to him.

Thud, thud, lock opens, opens door, footsteps coming closer, fades away, shuts door

It was dark by the time he returned home. Now, the only sounds that you heard were sounds that could push streams of heat that pushes through your body, down to your core. He would make you feel things described as sinful, blemishing your soul with his manly aura. You couldn't take it anymore, you then heard if he plopped himself on the bed, he soon did. Opening the door, you approached slowly and cautiously to the end of the hallway. You were able to seize the opportunity to open the door to your parent's room, you did. Your lust after him is immense, you couldn't stop thinking about this scenario as you saw him,, all in his white scrubs. Just the thought of him laying out like that, made you so horny. You knew you wanted to fuck him hard, he was just laying across from you, but on the floor. He was probably too lazy to even make it to the bed. The way your stepdad was laying was so fucking hot. He was already giving himself away like that, all tempting, he was manspreading on the floor, your pussy was alrady drenched, you had him in all his your glory.

"hm" Heeseung bobbed his head to the other side, still sleeping.

You then proceeded to take off your clothes, your bare feet now on the carpet as you revealed a provocative sight of yourself, that only your stepdad will see, you were feeling confident. Him being home felt like a sex dream. He already got you aroused just by the sight of him. Your tits started flailing around as you slowly got closer to him. You peaked your head around the door and turned back at him slowly, you then took the chance. You got on top of him, you spreaded your legs, teasing your pussy around the air as if he's going to open his eyes, and slowly proceeding to get on top of his lap, sitting on it, your hands faintly touching his lap as you bent your knees in a 45 degree angle, and started rubbing yourself all over him. His bulge was already big to begin with. You couldn't believe it, it was so fucking good, the last time you heard him was fucking your mother, her moans was just enough to make you feel envy of her, you wanted to taste and see his cock himself, and now with her gone, you finally have your stepdad all for yourself. You began to rub and rub, your clit drenched from the previous masturbation you had, but still making you feel so horny. It was too much to handle. It felt so stimulating, so sensual the way his bulge is feeling your clit. You tried to control your moans, you started breathing heavily, all until you started to feel his bulge getting bigger.

"Oh fuck!" you loudly whispered

You knew you let your voice out. Because you saw him, open his eyes slowly, becoming so wide, that Heeseung pushed you hard to the floor.

"Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?! Why are you on top of me?"

"Isn't it obvious? I want to fuck you."

"Why? I'm your stepdad."

"So? You barely have time for mom anyway, I know how much you want to get satisfied and laid, so I'm here."

"Besides, it's just only us two."

Your stepdad look bewildered, confused, he doesn't know what to say, he's in a loss of words.

"I- I-"

You saw his bulge, it slowly started getting bigger, it was suffocating in that white pants of his. But he stared at you, all naked. Heeseung seemed like he wanted to look away, but can't, he tried resisting but failed. He was still gazing upon you, not sure whether to continue this taboo romance you started to endow onto him.

"C'mon. It'll be fun." You said so sensually "Besides, your cock says otherwise."

"But, your mom, I-"

"Relax stepdad, I knew how much you were looking at me, tell me, how bad do you want it?"

You instantly took his hand, specifically his index and middle fingers and you jammed it inside, just deep to the point where all he felt was your soft and squishy insides. "Fuck! You see how wet I am?"You exhaled

He stared at you with his deep fawn like eyes, much so it was captivating. His eyes roamed around your figure, sending waves throughout your naked body. His fingers were still like for a hot second, until he started thrusting it even deeper than it ever was before. "Alright, it'll be our little secret, just the two of us, no telling mom, okay?" Heeseung smirked

His okay was just the satisfication that i needed that I smiled back at him and soon afterward kissed him so sloppily my tongue touched his tongue as we began slurping each other up, so much to the point we accumulated enough saliva he began to shove his middle and index fingers to my throat.

"Mhm, is this what you like?" You said all muffled as you licked his fingers, the taste of your bittersweet pussy

"Your making me lose my mind." Heeseung grunted as he took his fingers out, saliva dripping onto his white scrubs, too much to the point it started peeking into it, his nude skin revealing with a dark gray stain around.

"Fuck stepdad!" His fingers kept swirling around my insides you just felt like he was creating a whirlwind, enough to make your head spin around you couldn't control yourself anymore.

Heeseung turned to you as soon as you opened your eyes back, "Look at me."

You turned towards him as your face to face with him now. He slowly took the fingers out of your pussy, so fucking good and he gestured you to get out of his lap, as he plopped himself on top of the bed, his head still facing you.

"I want your cock" You said panting

Heeseung smiled smugly, as he rested his elbows on the pillows, with his big athlethic legs wide open, seeing that crotch of his, as his index finger made a 'come here' motion.

You did as you were told, anticipating as you slowly rose up and climbed onto the bed, almost onto him, with a gleaming look in your eyes.

"Put your head down next besides my crotch." Heeseung demanded

You were so obedient for him, you complied. You did as he said and your hands fell onto his knees, as he still looked at you with a heavily gaze.

"Should I fuck your throat, Y/N?" Heeseung asked

You then nodded, so pleadingly, "Yes, please!"

He then pushed you onto his crotch, he looked at you as if you were some whore that he picked up on the side of the road, but you were more to him, more to him than just a cunt he could fuck, the benefit of marrying your mom. Heeseung leaned over and pushed you more onto him.

"I'm gonna fuck you raw and you're gonna clean me up real nice and good, just before your mom gets back."

You understood, you felt like his slut right now. He owned you. You wanted this, you wanted him. He soon leaned a bit down, taking his white pants off as you just stare at him, like a little dog, waiting to eat the biscuit. The bulge became bigger as the layer of his underwear soon began to unreveal a massive cock, a cock you were waiting to see. You gasped "Oh fuck!" His cock was so big, it can be compared to an elephant, you couldn't believe your mom had all of this for yourself and not for you. This cockly sight made you salivate as he saw and cleaned your lips up.

"I bet you didn't expect your stepdad to be packing, this... huh?"

"I totally did not expect this at all, your fucking cock is so huge!" You gawked as you touched his cock, he soon began to flinch a little. You could tell he was one horny motherfucker. He wanted to fuck you so bad that you can tell in his eyes, and you loved it. You looked at him as you slowly touched his shaft with your tongue, mingling it around as you slathered saliva onto it, he moaned "Oh shit." as he closed his eyes and put his top up, just to reveal his hard pec abs, you thought to yourself "He's so fucking hot." As you started to enclose his cock with your mouth, sucking it up and down. He started breathing really hard as his wide cold hand touched your soft barren face. You like that he touched you, as he started touching his nipples, fully erect, enjoying it to the fullest extent of your pleasure and his. He soon began to pull your hair up into a pony as he held you into a deepthroat. You wanted nothing more than to make him cum as quickly as possible, as saliva began to collect at your lips and dribble down your chin, dropping into his crotch. You held onto his thighs as he began forcefully thursting his huge cock up your mouth,his tip hitting your uvula with how deep you took himas you gagged at the sudden penetration of your throat inside, you began choking, but he still had you on a chokehold, his expression faltering as he began to clench his teeth, his eyes squinting as he let it all out, "Oh! F- fuck, here it comes!" Loads of his semen began shooting inside your throat, as you began swallowing it all like a whore you are, swallowing it as you see him wince inn front of you, brushing his hair with his hand as he began to pant, "Did you swallow it?"

You looked at him as you held your tongue out, showing nothing more than being empty as he smiled, "What a good girl you are~"

Heeseung prompted you as if now it's your turn. You move up the bed as you reached closer to his head. He glanced up at you as you move up against the headboard and position yourself, spreading your legs. His hands went inside of your legs and placed onto your thighs as his fingers started playing with your clit, "You're already so wet Y/N."

You tried controlling yourself. "All this for you daddy." You said so shakingly

Heeseung began to lick your pussy and sucking on your clit, causing you to moan a little louder. That first stroke of his tongue teasing your clit, made you whine from your chest.

"Stepdad, that feels so fucking good." you moan as his tongue began to make random patterns, your hands moving onto his hair, holding onto his strands. The feeling of his warm breath hitting your core with his tongue making you. Repetitively, Heeseung began to do this so much you let out the dirty noise, possibly waking the neighbors up in the middle of the night. "Oh fuck!"

Squirts of fluids began dripping, especially onto your stepdad's face as he began sucking it all, fluids still retaining in his face as you started to breathe intensely, this orgasm you would never forget.

"Such a pretty little brat" He stared at you so amazingly

"A- are you going to fill me up, daddy?" you asked

Heeseung moaned, "I'm going to fill you up sos good,, your mom is going to be ask why your limping around this house all week." He suddenly turned and climbed up your body. Your now facing him up, plus the ceiling. His handsome face looked so hot as he smirked and kissed you once again, The head of his cock pushed into you as he thrusted his hips, making you scream for mercy.

"Oh fuck yeah! You fucking slut, who knew I had such a stepdaughter like you, this is so fucking vulgar to your mom." As he pounded you mercilessly, holding your throat in one hand as he gave you a squeeze "uUGh" you coughed

You can feel him in your stomach, the best feeling in the world ever as your hands rest onto his shoulders as he leaned forward, pulling your legs upward as he began doing an assertive motion, sliding that cock of his down yours so easily. Your pussy began to feel so tight it started clenching on his cock, as he raised his head up in reaction, "Oh fuck your pussy so tight baby." His crotch kept pushing against your ass as you both moan loudly, kissing him once more, this moment incredibly intimate.

"Everytime when I get home from work now, you better serve me when your mom is gone, got that?" he growls as you scream "Yes daddy! Yesss! oH!" Heeseung takes his cock out of your cunt as he watched his hot cum spurt from his cock. He placed it onto your mouth as he watches you lick around the tip, sucking his hot warm salty semen like a slurpy, the aroma of his crotch plus his orgasm got even stronger, as all felt so salty, smelly, so prudent, yet the stench so fucking hot and foul. You knew he needed a shower.

"Come and clean daddy up." Heeseung moaned as he shoved that whole cock of his into your mouth, not missing a single piece of cum.

"That's my gi-" He soon stopped, so as I did when I stopped looking at him and looked in the direction he was looking at, lights began peering into our driveway, which was odd, but that only meant one thing, mom was home.

"You want to do something dirty?" Heeseung grinned

You were all curious, but you nodded, "Like what, daddy?"

"Come and clean my whole body up in the shower, let's be quiet since your mom came home." he whispered so seductively into your ear

Your pussy twitched once more. His cock noticingly became rock hard once again.

He bitted his lips, looking at you as you impulsively kissed him once more, so inattentive and loose fitting, You slowly pulled away from his lips as you touched his lips with your index finger.

"Our dirty little secret from mom~" you giggled quietly

[idyllwave]

Cracking open a book while using your little reading light, you hoped that the flicker of it wouldn't disturb your seatmate too much as you felt the plane jolt forward, the engines slowly revving up as it began to take off down the runway.

"You need the overhead light, love?"

Jumping a little at the little tap on your shoulder, you glanced to your seatmate, "o- oh, uhm, no. I'm good. Thank you, though."

He took a glance at the title when you held it up a little. A smile gracing his lips, "you like the book so far?"

"W- well, i like it, but it's not one of my favorites... I actually like a different book from this author way more."

The man hummed as he leaned back in his chair, "which one?"

You gave the title, your voice a little meek, a little quiter and less confident than a few moments prior. Almost as if you were trying to see if you gave the right answer or not to a question asked by a teacher.

"That's one of my favorites too. Which part of it did you like more?"

"Probably when the detective realized that the villain was playing around with him during the aquarium crime scene."

Chuckling softly at your response, he clasped his hands in his lap, "i can definitely see why that would be good, and love, I didn't catch your name."

You gave it to him, your face slightly heating up, "and you," you managed to ask.

He held out his hand for you to take, which you hesitantly reached for. His hold was firm, surprising you slightly, "it's John Price."

Now, with a name to a face, you found yourself happily chatting away with him. The four hour flight seeming to fly by as you talked about your favorite books and whether or not you're going home or not.

Even when the plane landed, you found yourself wanting to talk to Price some more. (You also found yourself calling him Mr. Price, but it wasn't your fault! He was just older than you!)

"Here, let me."

When you had stood up (you had the aisle seat) to reach for your carry-on luggage, Price had offered to get it for you. Which you ended up letting him despite feeling a little bad for it.

"Thank you," you said, as you looked at him, but just as you did so it seemed the crowd of people wanted to get moving so you had to move along with them off the plane as Price got his own bag.

And just as you made it off the plane before him, you thought about waiting. Is it considered weird to wait for him? Biting the inside your cheek to pull over the thought, you felt someone tap you on the shoulder. And when you turned, you immediately grimaced at the one disturbing your thoughts.

A man with greasy, long hair tied into a low ponytail was shifting from foot to foot. His gaze was on you as he gave you a nervous smile.

"Hey, I thought I wouldn't see you again."

He was referring to when he saw you in the security line. Regrettably so, you think this is one of those times when someone gets an "airport crush" you just didn't think it would be happening to you...

"R- right. Well, it is good to see you too, but I need to get going."

"If you want," he started quickly before you could leave, his hand grabbing onto your wrist, "we could hangout this weekend, or maybe i could drive you home?"

"Oh, uhm, well-"

"She's with me."

The man holding your wrist was immediately forced to let go as you felt someone throw their arm over your shoulders and pull you back.

Looking up to see Price, you relaxed instantly in his hold, something that didn't go unnoticed by him as he gave your sholder a light squeeze.

"And I would very much appreciate it if you left her alone."

The man huffed, but got the memo as he readjusted the straps of his backpack on his shoulders and skulked away down the hall, most likely where the baggage claim area was along with the other people heading their as well.

"Sorry about getting handsy with you there, love," Price said as he took his arm off of you.

And before your brain could give a proper filter to your words, your mouth already said them, "i would rather have you touching me, then him."

You heard someone whistle off to the side, "aye Captain, you going to let that remark slide?"

Glancing over, you noticed three others.

'Captain?'

"Don't mind them, love, they don't know how to keep their noses out of my business."

"He has a point though," you wondered where you managed to get the courage, but pushed the thought aside, "are you going to let what I said slide?"

[sleepdeprivedf1fan]

Monaco hearts

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The sun shone brightly over the glistening waters of Monaco, illuminating the iconic harbor filled with luxury yachts and the unmistakable glamour that surrounded the Formula 1 Grand Prix. The air buzzed with excitement, anticipation crackling like static electricity. For Lando Norris, today was not just another race; it was a pivotal moment in his career and a new chapter in his life. You were about to step into the spotlight with him, but nerves danced in your stomach as you prepared for your first official appearance as his girlfriend.

As you stood in front of the mirror in your hotel room, you took a deep breath, adjusting your dress one last time. It was a stunning lavender gown that fell gracefully to your knees, a perfect blend of sophistication and elegance. You glanced at your reflection, smoothing your hair back and reminding yourself of the importance of this moment. Lando had worked tirelessly to reach this point – the Monaco Grand Prix was a race that every driver dreamed of winning, and today marked his first real chance to achieve that dream.

You could hear the distant roar of engines and the cheers of fans outside. It was electrifying, yet the thought of stepping out into that world alongside Lando made your heart race for an entirely different reason. You were proud of him, yes, but the idea of being in the public eye, of being recognized as Lando's girlfriend, was daunting.

A soft knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts. It was Lando, his bright smile lighting up the room as he stepped inside. He looked dapper in his team’s colors, the McLaren orange accentuating his youthful features. “Hey! You look amazing!” he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with genuine admiration.

“Thanks! You don’t look too bad yourself,” you replied, a smile creeping onto your face despite the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

Lando stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a warm embrace. “I can’t believe today is finally here. Are you ready?”

You took a deep breath, feeling the heat of his body against yours. “I am, but I’m also really nervous.”

“Don’t be,” he reassured you, his voice steady and calming. “Just be yourself. Everyone is going to love you.”

You nodded, though the knot in your stomach remained. This was a big step – not just for Lando, but for you as well. You had been dating for several months, and while you had kept things mostly private, the Monaco Grand Prix would be your debut as a couple in the public eye. You knew that the media would be watching closely, and you couldn’t help but worry about what they would say.

Lando seemed to sense your apprehension. “Look, no matter what happens out there, I’m with you,” he said earnestly. “We’re in this together.”

His words reassured you, and you felt your confidence start to build. “Okay, let’s do this,” you said, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze.

As you made your way down to the paddock, the atmosphere was electric. Fans crowded the barriers, waving flags and chanting the names of their favorite drivers. Lando greeted fans enthusiastically, taking selfies and signing autographs. You stood by his side, sharing in his excitement, your nerves slowly fading away as you immersed yourself in the moment.

You both made your way to the team’s hospitality suite, where the team members were buzzing with activity, preparing for the race. Lando’s engineer approached him with a clipboard, going over the strategy for the day. You watched him engage with his team, the focus in his eyes reminding you of just how dedicated he was to his sport.

“Hey, I’ll be right back,” Lando said, breaking your reverie. “I need to talk to the engineers for a minute.”

You nodded, watching him walk away, and took a moment to soak in your surroundings. The paddock was a world of its own, filled with the sounds of engines revving and the chatter of teams strategizing. But amidst the chaos, you felt a sense of calm wash over you. You were proud to be here, to support Lando in this important moment.

After a few minutes, Lando returned, his face lit up with excitement. “They’re confident about today! I feel good,” he said, a grin spreading across his face.

You couldn’t help but smile back at him. “That’s great! Just focus on the race, and I’ll be cheering for you from the sidelines.”

“Just remember to take deep breaths,” he teased, ruffling your hair playfully. You laughed, swatting his hand away, but the gesture made you feel more at ease. This was your Lando – playful, charming, and so full of life.

As the race started, you found your spot among the sea of fans, waving your McLaren flag and cheering loudly as Lando’s car zoomed by. The adrenaline was palpable, the roar of the engines echoing in your ears. You felt a surge of pride every time Lando’s name was announced, your heart racing with each lap he completed.

Lando drove with precision and skill, navigating the tight corners of the Monaco circuit with an impressive finesse. The race was intense, filled with drama and excitement, but your focus remained on him. You watched as he battled for position, the determination etched on his face evident even from a distance. With every overtaking maneuver, your heart would leap, the thrill of being a part of his journey overwhelming.

As the laps wore on and the race approached its climax, you could hardly contain your excitement. Lando was in the top three, and it felt surreal to witness his dream coming to life. You could hardly believe it – he was so close to winning in Monaco!

With just a few laps to go, Lando executed a brilliant move, taking second place and setting his sights on the leader. The crowd erupted in cheers, and you found yourself screaming his name along with them, your heart swelling with pride. It was the culmination of hard work, dedication, and passion, and you felt honored to be part of his journey.

When the checkered flag waved, and Lando crossed the finish line in first place, the roar of the crowd was deafening. You jumped up and down with joy, tears of happiness streaming down your face as you realized he had done it – he had won the Monaco Grand Prix!

Moments later, Lando was out of his car, celebrating with his team. You rushed forward, your heart racing as you approached him. He caught sight of you and, with a beaming smile, ran towards you, lifting you off the ground in a triumphant hug. “We did it!” he exclaimed, spinning you around as laughter bubbled from your lips.

“Yes! You did it!” you shouted back, feeling the adrenaline of the moment envelop you both.

As he set you down, Lando’s eyes sparkled with joy. “This is incredible! I can’t believe I won!” He pulled you close, his hands resting on your waist as he looked deeply into your eyes. “And I can’t believe you’re here with me.”

The cameras began to flash around you, capturing the moment where victory and love intertwined. You felt the weight of the world on your shoulders, but in a good way. This was the moment you had both been waiting for – your first official appearance as a couple.

“Lando!” a reporter shouted, breaking into your moment. “What does this win mean for you, and is this your girlfriend?”

Lando turned to you, his expression softening. “Yes, this is my girlfriend,” he said proudly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Her name is [Your Name], and she’s been my biggest supporter through it all. This win is for us!”

Your heart soared at his words, and you felt tears of happiness welling up in your eyes. The press would be relentless, but in this moment, it didn’t matter. Lando had shared a piece of his heart with the world, and you couldn’t have been prouder.

The media continued to fire questions, but Lando held your hand tightly, grounding you both in the chaos. “We’re excited for what the future holds,” he said, glancing at you with a smile that made your heart flutter. “But for now, let’s just celebrate this incredible moment.”

As the interviews wrapped up and the celebrations began, you found yourself surrounded by the McLaren team, all of them congratulating Lando and showering him with praise. You felt a part of something bigger, a family that welcomed you with open arms. The camaraderie among the team was infectious, and you couldn’t help but feel elated.

The festivities continued long into the night, laughter and joy filling the air. You danced with Lando, lost in the moment, his arms wrapped around you as the world faded away. He pulled you close, his forehead resting against yours, and whispered, “I couldn’t have done this without you. Thank you for believing in me.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with love. “I’ll always believe in you, Lando. You’re incredible.”

As the stars twinkled overhead, you felt a connection deeper than ever before. This was just the beginning – a new chapter in your lives, both individually and as a couple. Monaco would forever hold a special place in your hearts, a memory etched into the fabric of your love story.

And as you shared that magical night with Lando, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand, racing towards a future filled with love, adventure, and the thrill of life.

[cherrari]

if i say idk what the turbo or crankshaft is will u laugh

don't worry i would never laugh at people asking questions because i rarely laugh in the first place

the current major components of the pu (and their allowable allocations per season) are:

the internal combustion engine (currently the v6) -> 4

the motor generator unit-kinetic (mgu-k) -> 4

the motor generator unit-heat (mgu-h) -> 4

the turbocharger (tc) -> 4

the energy store (es) (aka the battery) -> 2

the control electronics (ce) -> 2

the exhaust (ex) -> 8 per set

i will go through them one by one. i'm not going to list every single component connected to them because that would take way too long and honestly isn't necessary... i'm just listing the most relevant things, if you look up an actual f1 car there will be more going on than what i'm saying here.

the ice is the primary source of power. it turns fuel into kinetic energy. combustion engines are very common but can get quite complex, especially one that operates at such high efficiency like f1's... but the basic idea here is that it operates in a four-step cycle where air is taken in, compressed, mixed with fuel, then ignited. this creates a force which pushes a series of pistons, and finally this force travels through a few other components until it reaches the rear wheels to accelerate the car. the crankshaft is one of these; it takes the pressure from the pistons and uses it to drive a rotational force which is then used by the succeeding components.

the mgu-k is attached to the crankshaft and electronically to the es (battery). during braking, it harvests energy from the rear that would otherwise be released as heat to put into the battery. (it cannot harvest energy from the front) when accelerating, it can then redirect energy from either the battery or the mgu-h into the crankshaft to add extra torque. there is a strict limitation on how much power the mgu-k can contribute, but the 2026 regulations are increasing this massively (like 3x the amount). also the mgu-k is why f1 cars can self-start when stalled mid-race, as even if the engine is off it can still power the crankshaft so long as there is energy in the battery.

the turbocharger is attached to the ice's exhaust manifolds and is composed of a turbine and a compressor. the exhaust gas from the ice rotates the turbine which activates the compressor. the compressor compresses incoming air before it enters the engine for combustion, allowing for more air to be taken in overall. basically it makes the engine more efficient without it becoming too heavy or large.

the mgu-h is mechanically attached to the turbo's central shaft and electrically connected to the battery. it harvests otherwise unused heat from the exhaust gases and sends it to either the mgu-k or the battery. back in the old days before the mgu-h existed and turbos were far less efficient, drivers would need to sit on the throttle to keep the it running. nowadays the mgu-h is used for this, as it can use energy from the battery to control the turbo's speed, including when at low revs. the mgu-h is the component being ditched for 2026 and is the reason why the mgu-k's capacity is being beefed up (to compensate for its loss).

the energy store is the battery. energy harvested by the motors is stored here until deployment. the battery (and the ce) are comparatively small, flat, and very efficient because they need to rapidly charge and discharge energy according to the driver's inputs. when people refer to f1 pus as being hybrid, they're referring to the mixture of power from the ice and the electrical energy from the mgu units that is stored in the battery.

the control electronics that's being referred to here is what converts the energy from the motors into an energy format that can be stored in the battery and vice-versa. this is not the same as the ecu, which is a standardized controller for the electronics of the car (such as the braking system), despite the confusing names.

the exhausts are attached to the engine's exhaust ports. they are divided into sets, with three on either side of the engine and then a connection to the turbo.

as i said i didn't talk about every component that powers the car here because that would be effectively every single one... but let me know if you have any questions. i deleted like 1k words from this because i realised i was going off topic 😭

[tenjikyu]

Okay! With your earlier reply in mind, here is my second request *slides it across the nonexistent table*

I've been having major Mitsuya brain rot so obviously this request will be about him :>

Picture this: Final timeline adult Mitsuya doing all his fashion designing stuff x house spouse (gn version of housewife/househusband).

Genre can be fluff, maybe a bit suggestive if that's okay with you, I don't mind either way, I am just dying for some Mitsuya works cuz I swear I've read most of the gn and male reader x him fics out there and I am starving for new content with him

Hopefully this was coherent and had at least something you could work with (if you need anything more specific, I can send another request)

— 🎭

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘍𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ mitsuya x GN!housespouce!reader , pure fluff n slightly suggestive but it’s nothing more then kissing, I 💗 mitsuya omg, still haven’t rewatched Tokyo rev I’ve been slack 🙁, short n sweet but I was struggling to finish it and I didn’t wanna keep the people waiting much longer so I do apologise.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ I’m so sorry for how long this took!! I desperately wanted to get this out before it hit the 1 month mark but I’ve been super duper busy with personal shit! Hope it’s still good enough lmao.

Takashi ironed the fabric with the upmost care, fondling the silk around the board with a low heat level on. The design itself was a dress resembling a lotus flower. The top was beaded with pale pink rhinestones and the bottom consisted with an array of green silks and gems. It had a sharp yet form fitting feel and anyone could tell the designer put the upmost love into the piece.

A gentle knock came from the other side of his work studio, and there was only one person it could be.

“Here darling, I made you some miso soup to have. Light enough it’ll keep you full but still good for dinner”, your voice charms his ears. Ever since moving in with him, you’ve taken on the role of housespouce. You clean and cook for him, in order to provide the best possible space for Takashi to work in.

It had been twelve years since the two of you got together in middle school. You were the schools vice president, and he was a gang member. Despite the opposite worlds, you hung out frequently and even babysat his sisters when he was unavailable. The day Takashi knew he wanted to some day marry you was the day he came home to his two younger sisters resting in your lap, washed dishes and comfortably lying on the futon.

Now, the two of you reside in an upper class place with lots of room for Takashi’s designs, and none of them are anything short of ethereal. Behind every design he creates, inspiration of you seeps through the thread and needle. Your favourite flower, animal, colour and styles all influence Takashi’s dresses and all of them are of the highest quality.

So, whenever you come into the studio, Takashi gives you a big grin and awaits a hug from his favourite partner.

“How’s your day, darling?” He asks you, and you smile gently at him.

“I’ve missed you, I can’t deny. It seems you’ve been locked in here forever”.

“I apologise my dear”.

“I know another way you can’t make it up to me..” you grin at him, and his cheeks flush with a pink hue.

Kissing his Adam’s apple gently, you guide him up and out of the studio, into your bedroom. Lying his cherished body onto the bed, you feel up his torso as you continue to litter him with small hickies.

He soon follows your lead, pressing a loving kiss to your cultivating lips. You swear there’s nothing closer to heaven than this man’s touch, and you’re convinced you’ve ascended as he grips your cheeks to deepen your kiss.

“I’ve missed you too, darling”, Takashi presses another kiss to your collarbone and manoeuvres his hands around your waist, and you sigh gently at his grip.

“I promise you I’ll give you what you want, after we eat dinner “, you giggle, and his pout is nothing short of cute.

“So you lead me to bed and suddenly leave me high and dry? I’m hurt baby”, he chuckles out, pressing one last kiss to the wedding ring on your finger.

“After dinner, I’ll give you all the desert you desire my love”.

[cafecitoygorditas]

D.K. “Drift King”

Tokyo Drift

summary: after meeting D.K. at a race you decide to indulge into your urges

-not smut sorry to disappoint you dawgsss 

a/n:let’s just pretend that dk owns Hans garage LMAOO, I was halfway though writing this by the time i realized and got to lazy to change it. IK ITS IN SOME CASINO ARCADE PLACE WHATEVER 😭

The Tokyo night hummed with energy—engines revving, neon lights bleeding into the dark like spilled paint, and the unmistakable scent of burnt rubber curling into the air.

You didn’t come to race. You just came to watch.Yet somehow, your eyes kept finding him.

The Drift King

He wasn’t doing anything special when you first saw him—just leaning against his black Nissan 350Z, arms crossed, talking with Morimoto and his little crew. He turned his head slightly when he noticed you watching, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips, and it wasn’t long before he made his way over.

“You’re not from around here,” he said smoothly, his voice low and confident.

“Is it that easy to tell?” you asked, arching a bro

“Only a little.” He glanced back at the car lineup, then at you. “You here for someone, or what ?”

You shrugged. “I like the way the city looks at night.”

That made him smile—just a little. “Then you’re in the right place.”

Morimoto calls him back with urgency. D.K. turns around acknowledging him, then back at you

“See you around.”

—

Cars roared down the mountain pass, one after another. You stood with a borrowed drink in hand, watching the races. And every time you turned, he was there. Not too close. Watching you. The third time you caught him looking, he didn’t bother pretending. He just walked over again.

“You ever gone drifting?”

You smirked. “That a line?”

He chuckled. “Only if it’s working.”

You considered his subtle offer, the lights from the cars casting soft colors across his face. “Maybe. Later.”

“Later,” he echoed, like a promise.

—

The crowd had thinned. The mountain air was cooler now, wrapping around your shoulders as you leaned against the same 350Z you saw earlier. DK stood beside you, keys twirling around his finger. “It’s quieter now,” he said. “You’ll see the city better.”

You nodded. “Alright…. Show me.” You didn’t know what you expected, maybe reckless speed, maybe arrogant stunts, but the way he drove was something else. It was fluid, controlled chaos. Like dancing on the edge of destruction, but never falling in.

He glanced over at you in the passenger seat, his expression cockier than before.

When you reached the top, the city stretched below you like a blanket of stars.

“You don’t talk much,” you said quietly.

“I don’t need to,” he replied. “Not when I know what I want.”

You met his gaze then, more serious now. “And what’s that?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just leaned closer, not quite touching you.“I think you know.”

Your voice was almost a whisper. “Maybe.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “Then maybe you’ll come back tomorrow night.” He looked at you in anticipation, “Pass by my shop, we can talk more.” He said with a coy smile.

You looked back at the glittering city, then at him.

“Maybe I will.”

—

The next night, you were back. You told yourself it was just curiosity. You weren’t sure why. Maybe it was the look in his eyes

Han was the one who saw you first when you stepped into the garage.

He raised an eyebrow. “Either you’re lost, or Takashis already gotten under your skin.”

“Maybe I like the cars,” you said coolly knowing you were lying through your teeth.

He laughed. “No one comes here for the cars, not really.” He opened his arms in invitation, “Come! Sit down, have a beer.” he sat back down on the couch with a crowd of women surrounding him. “Mi casa es a su casa!.” He stated barely managing to get the words out.

The girls were lounging around, dressed for the heat, tossing glances your way that weren’t exactly friendly. All of them trying to get Hans attention.

You looked around the shop as you slowly made your way up the stairs towards them. There were hydraulic lifts and dozens of car parts, waiting to find their perfect match. Cars in different stages of repair, with colorful modifications. A garage men would envy.

You spent your time conversating with Han and the girls. Not all of them were bad. Until you heard the sound of a garage door opening and the engine of a certain car.

D.K. pulledinto the garage. Your eyes meeting through the windshield. A slight look of surprise washing over his face.

D.K. got out of the car slamming his door shut and made his way towards you. He gave Han a quick glance, in acknowledgment.

“You came,” he said, voice low.

You shrugged. “You made a decent case.”

He stepped closer, and this time, his fingers brushed your wrist. Light at first, then a little firmer—testing your boundaries.

You didn’t pull away.

“Come with me,” he said.

You stood up, feeling the stares of everyone as you followed him closely.

“USE PROTECTION!” exclaimed Han as you both walked into the hallway, hearing his laugh fade as it closed. You could only imagine his face. You slowly shook your head in embarrassment.

D.K. walked you through a maze of small hallways away from the garage, past the shimmer of vending machines and roooms filled with parties. The hum of the music faded behind you, replaced by a low, private kind of silence.

The door at the end of the hallways was cracked open. Warm light spilled out, along with low music and the faint scent of leather and motor oil.

His expression was unreadable, but the glint in his eyes told you he’d been waiting.

“You look good,” he murmured.

You tilted your head, letting him in just a little closer. “You say that to every girl who shows up twice?”

“No,” he said, stepping into your space, his palm resting on your hip. “Just the ones I want to see again.”

Morimoto walked into the office unannounced , his face tight. He said something sharp in Japanese. DK’s expression shifted. Cold. Calculating. And that’s when it clicked. The low whispers and rumors of what D.K. was in involved with were true.

Yakuza.

You watched DK speak with him, voice low, clipped. Her handed D.K. an envelope, he opened, it was filled with cash. However they got it, it wasn’t friendly.

You didn’t speak. You just watched as Morimoto left the room after their exchange. “You’re involved in some heavy shit” you said finally.

He turned, running a hand through his hair. “You didn’t come here for a safe ride.”

Confirming your suspicions.

He stepped toward you again, slower this time. Watching for your reaction.

“No,” you admitted. “I didn’t.”

He didn’t flinch. “That’s part of who I am.”

You turned to look at him. “And you’re proud of it.”

I’m good with what gets me ahead. What about you?” His voice dropped a little, eyes locked on yours. “You here looking for a fairytale?”His hand slid to your thigh. His fingers curled a little tighter.

“I built this,” he said, voice low. “Everything I have, everything I run. No apologies.”

You didn’t say anything. Because you didn’t hate it. That was the worst part.

You should’ve been scared. But instead, your pulse quickened, and you leaned in closer. “I’m just here for a good time,” you said.

He looked at you, eyes dark. “I don’t want forever.”

One moment you were breathing in the heat between you, the next his hands were on your hips, your back was pressed against the desk. He kissed you like he’d been holding it back all day—like he had something to prove. Your hands tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer, letting the heat swallow you whole.

It wasn’t rushed, but it wasn’t sweet, either. It was the kiss of two people who didn’t owe each other anything. Hungry, electric. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer, and you let him.

When you finally broke apart, you didn’t move far. He rested his forehead against yours. You didn’t care who he was. Not tonight.

His thumb traced a lazy line over your lower lip “You should stay,” he murmured.

You looked at him. “For how long?”

A slow smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Until the thrill runs out.”

You smiled back. “Then you better keep it interesting.”

[haroun31]

erm.. Tokyo rev request :

i know this interaction hasnt happened yet with her but platonic/ or romantic idk ( O_O ) of Yuzuha + reader + Hina hanging out at an arcade

Arcade with the girls!

Warnings: MC's gender is neutral | Fluff | Can be taken as romantic or platonic |

"You've never been to the arcade!?"

It wasn't that unusual for someone to have never attended an arcade night, right? It could be due to a financial situation, it could be due to a lack of free time, it could be due to a lack of friends or a preference for coffee dates. There could be many reasons why someone has never been to an arcade. So you just can't understand why Yuzuha and Hinata were looking at each other with shocked faces at the news that you had also never been to an arcade.

"You're joking I hope." Yuzu pointed her spoon at you, the metal tip almost touching you, forcing you to lean back with an awkward laugh. Especially since her expression looked more like an disappointment/anger parent, as if you never going to the arcade was the worst thing you could ever do. Feeling pressured by her stern gaze you breath out a small chuckle, looking away and sipping on your drink of choice to appear nonchalant "But of course I went! I was only joking!"

The peach-haired girl by your side lower one of her biscuits, tilting her head to the side "Really? What was your favorite game then?" She smiled with those innocent eyes but you knew better. She was on your ass to expose your lie "Oh you know! That. . .that famous one! Yea! The one everyone plays" you leaned back on your chair, trying to void Yuzu's judgmental gaze "Oh! You mean Solitario?" Hina pushed further, and you instantly nodded, snapping your fingers "Yes! Solitario! A classic"

"I also really liked Blackjack"

"H-Huh. . .yea! Yea, that's also kinda nice"

"Or Scale forty! I love to play it with Emma when we go to the arcade!"

"M-mhm. . .h-haven't play that one too often–too hard"

Yuzuha groaned, finally having reached her limit with this clowning "____" you turned toward her with that same unconvincing smile, leaning you chin on the palm of your hand "Hina is making fun of you" at those words you froze and your ears caught faint chuckles from beside you "Those are all card games" Yuzu kept going, slowly dismantling your lie "Which meant only one thing.

"You never went to an Arcade"

°●°

And that's how you found yourself inside the arcade for the first time with an excited Hinata and a smug Yuzu "We are going to make your first time memorable" the burnt-blonde smirked in your direction, her hands on her hips "So! Where do you want to start?"

You honestly didn't have many ideas. The inside of an arcade was so big, colorful and bright that you felt a little overwhelmed. You saw a pool table, the iconic arcade machines, a bowling alley, even a karaoke area. "I. . .uh. . .a. . .little help?" you smiled sheepishly, feeling your cheeks heating up in embarassment "Let's start with a classic! Packman!" Hina urged, grabbing your wrist before dragging you toward an arcade machine, with Yuzu behind.

"Have you heard of Packman?" of course you had heard of packman, you even knew a little about how the game worked, but to be honest you had never played it. And that led to more than two defeats under ten seconds. After the twentieth you gave up, giving way to Yuzu, who had managed to gain quite a few points and you were honestly impressed. But nothing could have prepared you for the absolute monster that was Hinata.

Mind you, this sweet girl could maneuver the joystick like her life depended on it. More than one time she did abnormal combos to get away from the ghosts and the way she wasn't even sweating!? It was a piece of cake for her!? Like! She won on her first try!? How was that even possible?!

"I might be biased because this is my favorite game but this run wasn't so bad. I'm a bit stiff, could I have done better" THAT WASN'T HER FULL POTENTIAL?! H-How good is she with videogames!?

"You can get whatever you like from the prizes booth, take it as a small gift for the time you spend with me" Hinata sheepshily looked away with a small blush coating her cheeks as you and Yuzu held each a mountain of tickets, looking absolutely bafled and amazed by the peach girl hidden potential. At the end you settled to three matching plushes for eachothers.

You played a bit more with the arcade machines, trying different games but not finding any of them really appealing with your tastes. Then Yuzuha dragged you two to her favorite game, which was Dance Dance Revolution, a game where you had to match the arrows in the screen with those under your feet, which basically makes you dance. Needless to say, the burnt-blonde had you destroyed in her own field. The way she moved her legs so skillfully and quickly was honestly mind-blowing. Almost hypnotic.

She looked like she was made to dance.

Seeing how you and Hinata had no hope of beating her alone you decided to join forces. . .which meant cheating. You and the peach-haired girl were positioned at the same station, you occupying the keys behind while she took care of the keys in front, and due to the limited space, you were forced to hug her from behind me not to accidentally fall out. All to win against Yuzu!

. . .despite your two genius plan, she was still able to win.

Damn her and her long legs.

You spent the rest of the day trying out different games, from bowling, to laser tag and even karaoke. It was honestly one of the best days you ever experienced.  Who knew arcades could be this fun!

You were just coming back from the bathroom when you happen to spot Yuzuha at one claw machine, Hinata nowhere to be seen, probably also went to the bathroom. You decided to approach the girl to see what had caught her attention to the point of appearing so focused. Once behind her you could see it, a blue stuffed toy of a dinosaur. The metal arm stopped on it, before falling and wrapping itself around the peluche. It started to carry it toward the exit, only to slip at the last moment and fall down.

Yuzuha cursed under her breath.

"Can I try?" Her eyes widened, not having heard you sneaking up to her. She huffed under her breath, slowing letting go of the commands "If you want, these are just a scam anyway so be careful" you nodded your head, walking over the control pannel before placing a yen in the machine and playing around with the buttons "Why do you want this peluche anyway?" You asked her, dragging the metal claw near the dinosaur.

Yuzuha let out a sigh "I wanted to get it for my brother, Hakkai, it kinda resembled him with the color and the swirls, but I should have known these games to be rigged" you hummed, watching her reflection in the glass of the claw machine. Then, with a surprising calculated gaze, you let the claw go down, securing the dinosaur in its grip. Then it slowly went back, carrying the item over the exit and accidentally knocking over an orange kitty.

"Oh" you blinked in surprise "I guess I managed to get an extra one" you smirked to yourself, proud of the way Yuzu's face held a bit of amazement at your feat "Well then" you hummed, taking the dinosaur and kitty "I guess this is for Hakki" you gave her the blue peluche "And this. . .is for you" You chuckled, holding the orange plushie near her face "Since it resemble you"

Yuzuha's cheeks warmed up at your gesture, her eyes instinctively shifting away, touched by the gesture.

"Take it as a thanks for gifting me this amazing day at the arcade"

(HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUZUHA!)

[ibiggiecheese]

This is an INCREDIBLY old draft that I found in my google docs 😭😭 thought i’d share it here😔😔 Anything revenant related im an immediate dog for🙏🙏

Warnings; a lil NSFW, reader has female anatomy, (im not sure if i referred to the reader as she/her)

Breathy moans could be heard around the voyage ship echoing from wall to wall due to how silent it was.

Almost all the legends were out at some bar in the outlands playing pool, celebrating and drinking. The few other legends decided to stay back at the dropship and enjoy their free time alone.

You were one of the many legends who did decide to go out and celebrate the performances of your fellow peers. Mirage had invited you to go with them stating how a ‘breath of fresh air is good for the brain’ you weren't doubting it was, it just sounded bizarre coming out of his mouth. He had also whispered to let Revenant know about the invitation, seeing how you weren’t scared of talking to the synthetic nightmare considering you had a decent friendship with him.

You’d dressed in a silky black dress exposing your back. The other legends dress in their own formal ways. Valkyrie wearing a suit, Loba a beautiful red dress, and so on.

You touched up your makeup a bit as you awaited the other legends to meet up at Mirage’s ship. You were so concentrated on your plush lips that you hadn’t seen the dark figure which silently entered. You squeaked when you felt cold metal fingers touching your bare shoulder. You were more concerned about the fact that your lips had a red smudge.

“Revenant you made me mess up !” You said as you turned around only to find a tall simulacrum wearing a black hood along with a black suit and a red tie. To say you were stunned was an understatement, you’d grown so accustomed to seeing his regular red robotic body that you never thought about the fact that he might actually be able to wear ACTUAL clothes.

He let out a raspy chuckle as he leaned down, his cold metal fingers softly rubbing the spot your lipstick stained.

“Nothing you can’t fix” He said as he stood up and walked out of the room. You were still in shock at the fact that he was wearing a suit. The noise of the other legends arriving quickly snapped you back to reality.

The small party was entertaining nonetheless but whenever you weren’t conversing with Loba and Valkyrie you’d find your eyes straying to Revenant's bright golden eyes only for his to already be staring back from across the room, he’d been sitting with Path, bloodhound, Octane and Mirage. But he couldn’t careless about what they talked about, only letting out hums of approval whenever they tried to talk to him.

His main focus was on you.

Revenant stood up without saying a word and left the bar, you knew what he was doing and you hated it, all it took was fifteen minutes and there you are following him like a puppy.

You never knew seeing Revenant in a suit would drive you crazy. Which is exactly how you got into this predicament.

Your clothed cunt grinding against Revenants thigh on the main couch of the voyage ship. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, his arms were just laying on the top of the cushions, letting you do all the work.

“F-fuck…” You whispered as you grinded like an animal in heat. Your heels were long off as you concentrated on reaching your climax. Your face hidden on the side of his neck. You whimpered as you felt the electricity-like sensation go across your body as you hit a certain spot.

Revenant would never admit it, but seeing you in that silky black dress did things to him. But he hated how the rest looked at you, Loba slyly flirting with you, and Octane repeatedly looking back at you. He knew you two were just ‘friends’ but that didn’t stop him from treating you like you were his.

You felt tears well up at your eyes, small moans being released as you started to grind against his a thigh a little faster.

“Fuck Rev, making me do all the work h-huh” Your voice broke up a bit as you felt Revenant leg jolt up hitting just the right spot on your soaking cunt.

“Oh shit” You moaned, you felt Revenants long metal fingers run through your hair, his other hand snaking down toward your pussy.

“Shhh don’t want anyone hearing us now do we?” He said as his thumb started to rub your clit in tiny circles. You gasped at the feeling

[f1mike28]

Mercedes-AMG ONE „F1 Technology for the Road“.

Affalterbach. Mercedes-AMG ONE (combined weighted fuel consumption: 8.7 l/100 km; combined weighted CO2 emissions: 198 g/km; combined weighted electrical consumption: 32 kWh/100 km)[1].

Exceptional E PERFORMANCE hybrid drive with 1.6-litre V6 engine and four electric motors.

The E PERFORMANCE hybrid drive of the Mercedes-AMG ONE comes directly from Formula 1 and has been realised in close cooperation with the experts at Mercedes-AMG High Performance Powertrains in Brixworth.

It consists of a highly integrated and intelligently networked unit comprising one hybrid, turbocharged combustion engine with a total of four electric motors. One has been integrated into the turbocharger, another has been installed directly on the combustion engine with a link to the crankcase and the two remaining motors drive the front wheels.

The high-revving power unit is boosted by a high-tech turbocharger. The exhaust gas turbine and compressor turbine are positioned at a distance from each other and connected by a shaft. This allows a lower installation position for the turbocharger.

On the shaft is an approx. 90 kW electric motor. Electronically controlled, this drives the turbocharger shaft directly, accelerating the compressor wheel up to 100,000 rpm before the exhaust gas flow takes over. The Formula 1 designation for this unit is MGU-H (Motor Generator Unit Heat).

Mercedes-AMG One man, one engine Handcrafted by Michael Kübler @f1mike28 in Germany Affalterbach.

Driving Performance is our Passion! Mercedes-AMG the Performance and Sports Car Brand from Mercedes-Benz and Exclusive Partner for Pagani Automobili. Mercedes-AMG Handcrafted by Racers.

[faegoddessog]

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She had shown that same usher her pass. He had brought her through the maze that was backstage and ushered through the door with an actual star on it. The room was obviously a dressing room. A costume rack behind the door, a mirror with those classic lights, now LED bulbs, around the edge setting opposite. The table below holds a tray of makeup and brushes and tissues, a dogeared script, a small amber bottle of what looked like essential oil and his phone.  

Now she was sitting on the edge of the black leather slipper chair right next to the door. Her legs crossed and waiting, waiting to give this arrogant son of a bitch a piece of her mind.

She hears the door across the room click. She takes a breath, revving up to give this man  the what-for.

“Listen you-” she starts to say. 

Steam pours out from the tiny bathroom. He emerges in nothing but a towel slung low around his hips. His head is covered in a towel, with which he is vigorously drying his hair. 

It’s an insanely intimate moment that she is sure she should not be witnessing.  

She had thought he was in shape, seeing him in yoga class, but his naked torso did more than hint at just how many hours this man has spent at the gym. 

The spattering of blonde chest hairs and freckles across his defined pecs, the half moon of his belly button set in the middle of his furrowed abs stops her fury in its tracks. The ‘v’ of his transverse abdominis  and the trail of wet hairs leading under the knot of the towel makes more than her mouth water. She knows she should stop staring, but she just can’t.  

He visibly jumps when he pulls the towel from his head. 

“Oh hey! I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in here.”

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were ….,” suddenly she’s looking anywhere but him. 

“It’s ok, what happens backstage, stays backstage,” his smile is disarming, charming even.  It could be the little dimple at the left corner of his mouth, or the way the apples of his cheeks pop or the light teasing in his eyes, but she feels like she is falling down some kind of rabbit hole.  

He steps a bit closer, reaching towards her. She is frozen, eyes wide. What the fuck is happening here? She is about to come unglued, how many women does he invite back here, no LURE here. FUCKING MEN!  She is on the verge of bolting for the door when he points under her.

“Can you hand me those?” She turns and his belted jeans are draped over the back of the chair. 

“To tell the truth, I’m hurt,”  he says casually as if he’s not nearly naked. 

“What?” it was the last thing she expected him to say. 

“I really am. I tried helping you in your endeavor to stay away from me,” he takes the pants from her hands. “But you seem to have spectacularly failed, twice” He nods at the pass around her neck. “I am beginning to  wonder if you are really committed to your goal here, Miss Missy.” 

She should be furious at his condescension , she should be standing up and storming out, but she can’t breathe. 

The memories of her beloved father teasing her in the same way, of always ‘helping her’ in that unhelpful but secretly helpful way, and of his greeting of “Miss Missy, how I missed you!” all  slam into her heart. Heat flashes her face and a  lump immediately forms in her throat. 

“You fucker,” she says more to her dad than to this beautiful man. Tears well up and she just can’t stop them. She bows her head trying to hide them. 

“Hey, hey,” He steps even closer, gently touching her hand. “I’m sorry, I thought we were just playing here, flirting, being silly. I didn’t mean to make you…I’m sorry.” 

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How Do F1 Cars Work?: Power, Transmit, Suspend

Alright part 2 everyone. Let's go.

1.Power Units

You have probably heard lots of yammering about power unit components before. Things like 'they took on too many and now have a grid penalty' are common to hear. But what is the power unit, and what does that mean?

So the power unit refers to the engine system that helps power the car. The modern F1 car is a hybrid, a mix between a typical Internal Combustion Engine (ICE) and Energy Recover Systems (ERS). The modern F1 ICE is a 1.6 liter V6 turbocharged engine and can rev up to 15,000 RPM. It uses gasoline and generates a majority of the power. I've explained how it works in an older post, but briefly it compresses air and fuel and ignites it to create combustion which generates energy. The turbocharger is a part of the ICE that helps condense air more, in turn forcing the engine to create more energy.

The ERS has two components. The first is Motor Generator Unit-Kinetic (MGU-K), which recovers energy from braking, stores it in the battery (which stores energy from the two units), and can be used as a boost to power. The second is Motor Generator Unit- Heat (MGU-H). This unit recovers heat energy from the turbocharger and converts it to electrical energy. It can either charge the battery directly or assist the ICE.

When teams get in trouble taking too many power units it essentially means they have replaced something like the MGU-H too many times. There is a cap for how many times you can replace a power unit component, but with the addition of more races every year the FIA is under pressure to increase this limit. Almost every single car takes the penalty at some point.

2. Transmission

The transmission is the semi-automatic gear box inside of F1 cars, which for them is 8-speed. It is located at the rear of the car and connects to the power unit. This is a part of the car that is famous for having issues, and often when a drivers car retires it is due to a gear box failure. With paddle shifters located under the steering wheel, drivers can change the gear in which they are driving. Different gears effect the traction, grip, fuel economy, and speed of the car and are used strategically throughout the race. Part of the transmission is the differential. The differential distributes power between the rear wheels when cornering, allowing the inside tire to rotate slower than the outside tire. The final majorly important part of the transmission is the clutch. In F1 the clutch, which is a device that connects the engine and transmission to the car is automated and controlled by electronics. It is usually used when starting the race or leaving the pit lane.

Grip levels, cornering speeds, and straight-line speeds all play a crucial role in gear ratio calculations. The teams have to find the perfect balance between acceleration, top speed, and adaptability. The team’s engineers use advanced simulations and data analysis to calculate the optimal ratios for each gear. They also take into account factors like tire wear and fuel consumption to fine-tune their calculations. All of this information can be gathered from electronic data gatherers inside of the car, running simulations, and also the drivers reporting themselves. Its why radio communication is so important in F1. This decision can make or break a race, and we have seen drivers lose due to an incorrect gear decision.

3. Suspension

The suspension system works to keep the tires in contact with the road and helps absorb the shocks F1 cars experience. This is created through a variety of springs, shock absorbers, sway bars, etc. Without the suspension, the chassis would be experiencing the full extent of the shaking and pressure, which would do damage to the car and be very painful for the driver. Anytime you see a driver shaking like crazy in the car, it usually means there is something off with the suspension. Suspension also allows the force of the bumps and the kinetic energy to be stored by a spring, which is then compressed, absorbing the energy transferred by that bump in the road and allowing all four tires to grip the road. The biggest difference between street car suspension and F1 suspension is that in an F1 car each tire is independently sprung, which means that they move on their own, useful around corners.

In F1 cars they have a pushrod or pullrod suspension. These systems transfer pressure from the wheels to the suspension dampers and springs. In a push-rod system, the rocker arms are placed at the highest point in the car. As such, the rod is under pressure as it transfers compression forces upwards into the rocker arms. In a pull-rod system however, the rocker arms are located between the upper and lower control arms, at the center of the car This means every time it hits a bump or curb, the wheel pulls on the spring which causes the pull-rod to go up and outwards from the chassis. Both are regularly used suspension types.

Teams regularly change how their suspension is functioning, and it is by far one of the most tweaked systems on the car. Truly, a weak suspension can make any car one of the slowest cars on the grid. So next time you hear a. driver complain about how slow they are on the straights, or how much their back hurts, it usually means their suspension is not where it should be.

That's all for this post, next one should be about braking, the various electronics/sensors, cooling systems, and wrap up of how everything works together.

Cheers,

-B

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Today in Black History

December 16 Negro Methodist Episcopal Church founded in Jackson, TN, 1890 Andrew Young named Ambassador and Chief US Delegate to the United Nations, 1976

December 17

December 18 Congress passed 13th Amendment abolishing slavery, 1865

December 19 Carter G Woodson, historian and father of Black History Month, born 1875-1950

December 20 Mother Matelda Beasley, nun, born 1834-1903 South Carolina secedes from the union, initiating the Civil War, 1860

December 21

December 22 Henry Highland Garnet, abolitionist, born 1815-1882

December 23 Alice H. Parker received a patent for the gas heating furnace, 1919

December 24

December 25 Operation PUSH (People United to Save Humanity) organized by Rev Jesse Jackson, 1971

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Honda Civic Type R Ultimate Edition - Tech Specs and Performance The Honda Civic Type R Ultimate Edition marks the final appearance of the Type R in the European market. Limited to just 40 units, this model is based on the latest FL5 generation and focuses on refining performance and engineering precision. Under the hood is a 2.0-litre turbocharged VTEC engine, producing 329 PS at 6,500 rpm and 420 Nm of torque between 2,200 and 4,000 rpm. 

These figures make it the most powerful VTEC turbo engine Honda has produced for a Type R. Performance figures are notable: zero to 100 kilometers per hour is achieved in 5.4 seconds, and the top speed is electronically limited to 275 kilometers per hour. The power is transmitted via a six-speed manual gearbox, featuring a revised rev-match system and a lighter flywheel, enhancing responsiveness during downshifts. 

 The chassis is reinforced for improved structural rigidity, with a 15 percent increase over the previous generation. Lightweight materials are used throughout, including an aluminum hood that is 43 percent lighter and a resin tailgate that reduces weight by 20 percent. Visually, the Ultimate Edition features Championship White paintwork, gloss black roof, carbon-fiber rear wing and trim, and red graphic accents. These elements are not only aesthetic but also serve aerodynamic and cooling functions. 

 The suspension system is tuned for track performance, paired with 19-inch matte black forged alloy wheels and Michelin Pilot Sport 4S tires. Braking is handled by upgraded Brembo calipers and two-piece discs, optimized for heat dissipation and fade resistance under heavy load. Inside, the vehicle includes suede-trimmed Recaro seats, red accents, and serialized plaques identifying the limited-edition status. The Honda LogR system is integrated into the infotainment display, providing performance metrics such as g-force, tire friction, and lap times. This system can be connected to a smartphone for post-drive analysis. Although the Ultimate Edition is not specifically engineered to break lap records, it benefits from the same development philosophy that delivered the front-wheel-drive record lap at Suzuka. It represents the most complete and track-focused Type R offered to European customers. With production capped at 40 units, the Civic Type R Ultimate Edition is a final, technically refined entry in Honda’s high-performance lineup for the region. 

 *Honda Civic Type R Ultimate Edition – Technical Specifications* 

Engine Type: 2.0-litre VTEC Turbo, inline 4-cylinder, DOHC Displacement: 1,996 cc Power Output: 329 PS (242 kW) at 6,500 rpm Torque: 420 Nm from 2,200 to 4,000 rpm Turbocharger: Single-scroll with intercooler Fuel System: Direct injection Emissions Standard: Euro 6d 

 Performance 0–100 km/h: 5.4 seconds Top Speed: 275 km/h Drivetrain: Front-wheel drive Transmission: 6-speed manual with rev-matching Limited Slip Differential: Helical type 

 Chassis and Suspension Front Suspension: Dual-axis strut (MacPherson type) Rear Suspension: Multi-link Steering: Electric power-assisted rack-and-pinion Brakes: Front – ventilated two-piece discs, Brembo 4-piston calipers Rear – solid discs 

Wheels: 19-inch matte black forged alloy Tires: Michelin Pilot Sport 4S (265/30 ZR19) 

Body and Dimensions Overall Length: 4,594 mm Overall Width: 1,890 mm Overall Height: 1,407 mm Wheelbase: 2,735 mm Curb Weight: Approx. 1,430 kg Bonnet: Aluminum (43% lighter than standard) Tailgate: Resin (20% lighter than standard) 

Aerodynamics: Rear wing, functional diffuser, front and rear air ducts Interior Seats: Recaro suede-effect sports seats Trim: Red accents with carbon-fiber style elements 

Infotainment: 9-inch touchscreen with Honda LogR 2.0 data logger Instrumentation: Digital display with customizable performance views Climate Control: Dual-zone automatic 

Drive Modes: Comfort, Sport, +R, Individual 

Production Units Produced: 40 (for European market) Color: Championship White with gloss black roof and red graphics Badge: Individually numbered plaque on center console 

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2025 BMW X5 M Review

Experience unrelenting power, race-inspired dynamics, and luxurious functionality with the 2025 BMW X5 M. Designed for drivers who demand performance without sacrificing refinement, the new X5 M blends muscular styling with cutting-edge technology and a commanding presence.

Walkthrough Review

The 2025 BMW X5 M offers a meticulously crafted cabin with M-specific displays, Merino leather upholstery, carbon fibre trim, and a new curved digital display system. Heated and ventilated M Multifunction seats, ambient lighting, and a Harman Kardon surround system round out the premium feel.

Aggressively sculpted lines, enlarged air inlets, a bold M kidney grille, and quad exhausts announce the X5 M's performance credentials. Optional 21-inch/22-inch M light alloy wheels and laserlight headlamps complete its athletic exterior styling.

Under the hood, the 2025 BMW X5 M Competition packs a 4.4-litre BMW M TwinPower Turbo V8 with 617 horsepower. Paired with an 8-speed M Steptronic transmission and M xDrive AWD, it rockets from 0–100 km/h in just 3.9 seconds. Adaptive M suspension ensures confident handling at every turn.

Technology

BMW Curved Display & Operating System 8.5 A fully digital, curved screen houses both the 12.3-inch instrument cluster and 14.9-inch central control display, running the intuitive BMW Operating System 8.5.

M Head-Up Display Performance-focused data, such as rev counters, gear selection, and navigation, is projected into your line of sight for safe and focused driving.

BMW Digital Key Plus Unlock and start your X5 M with your smartphone, with Ultra-Wideband technology for added security and convenience.

Parking Assistant Plus This advanced system includes Surround View with 3D View, Remote 3D View, Reversing Assistant, and automated parking to simplify any urban maneuver.

Safety Features

Driving Assistant Professional: Includes Active Cruise Control, Lane Keeping Assistant, and Emergency Stop Assistant for semi-autonomous highway support.

Front and Rear Collision Warning: Detects potential obstacles and can apply braking autonomously to prevent or mitigate accidents.

Cross-Traffic Alert: Warns of approaching traffic when reversing out of driveways or tight spots.

Evasion Assistant: Helps avoid sudden obstacles by automatically steering around them when braking isn't sufficient.

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Frequently Asked Questions

What are the key performance specifications of the 2025 BMW X5 M? The X5 M Competition delivers 617 hp, 553 lb-ft of torque, and accelerates from 0–100 km/h in 3.9 seconds using M xDrive and Adaptive M Suspension.

What are the main differences between the standard 2025 BMW X5 M and the X5 M Competition? Canada receives the X5 M exclusively in Competition trim, which includes enhanced horsepower, sport exhaust, and exclusive M design cues.

How does the fuel economy of the 2025 BMW X5 M compare to its competitors? The X5 M delivers performance-focused fuel ratings, estimated at 15.5L/100 km combined, which is typical among high-performance SUVs.

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What kind of warranty and maintenance plan does BMW offer for the 2025 X5 M? BMW offers a 4-year/80,000 km warranty with optional extended coverage and a no-charge scheduled maintenance plan for 3 years/60,000 km.

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