#also i tried to stay focussed on the points and not point fingers elsewhere so no deflections here kids

[xiaoluclair]

no one hates max because he is a good driver and wins races. people hate him because hes used ableist slurs on the radio and refused to apologise, the team surrounding him are - to put it nicely - utter scum accusing lewis of all sorts last season, he crashed and ended up with his car on top of lewis’ head and rather than check if he was okay he said well that’s what you get and if these last few races have shown anything it’s that a portion of his fanbase are homophobic/racist/misogynistic etc and he won’t condemn them for it which in turn is enabling them even more. his sheer existence in this sport makes it dangerous for other fans to go and support.

quite honestly, this was educational to reply to. and i sincerely hope it is educational to read. 

we’ll address this in parts and i’ll try to be as neutral as i can.

no one hates him bc he’s a good driver and wins races

truthfully, that is good to know, although i wouldn’t expect anything less.

using ableist slurs and then not apologizing

[x]

the team surrounding him making accusations

my knowledge may be lacking on this, i will admit even with the research. but as far as i know, max’s entire team is not made up of solely helmut marko and jos verstappen.

the accusations made by those two (lewis overplaying ‘neck-tightness’ after monza and using performance-enhancing drugs) are baseless and i’d even take the second one as a compliment because evidently lewis and merc’s brazil charge was too wild and glorious even for jos’s little racer brain.

and of course we have the classic ‘their car is too good to be allowed!’ (aka christian and every other team principal) but what’s new in that.

also if people would kindly stop using things other people say as reason to hate someone, that would be lovely. it may come as a surprise, but max does not have puppet strings on marko and jos, telling them what to do. 

monza incident

"i mean i jumped out of the car and i looked to the left. and he's of course still trying to reverse, shaking the wheel, trying to get away under my car. so i think he was absolutely fine." [x]

no condemning the portion of his fanbase who are homophobic/racist/misogynistic 

"of course, it is not good. all the things that happened, these things shouldn’t happen. i read a few shocking things so that is clearly not okay. i shouldn’t even need to say this – there should be a general understanding that these things shouldn’t happen. a normal human being should think like that and should behave like that." [x]

max addressed and condemned the abuse in a press conference and said he will speak out about the situation whenever asked. he also feels the sport as a whole should be taking more action rather than just himself as an individual driver due to the impact it would have. [x]

to me, max has always been in it for the racing and will be open about standing up against things that are wrong and that he does not agree with when asked. but also, i think he isn’t giving himself the credit he deserves when it comes to what impact he could have in speaking out on social media directly against the part of his fanbase that is abusive. of course it wouldn’t have as big of an impact as the movement of the entire sport, but truthfully i do hope to see him speaking out more on social media in the future because it would have an impact.

his sheer existence in the sport makes it dangerous

oh, the urge to say “lay off the dramatics” and leave it there. 

but then. i’m not sure what else to say. so maybe i will just leave it there.

[kikis-writing-world]

Early Mornings

Summary: Your boyfriend Marcus wakes you up, and he’s clearly got something on his mind.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader *check A/N below

Word Count: 1.8k

Rating/Warnings: SMUT! Basically PWP. Morning sex, P in V sex, protected sex (proud of u bby,) fingering, almost getting caught in the act, a minor is mentioned but not in a sexual way (worried about Missy catching you and Marcus in flagrante delicto.) I push my language kink on the reader sorry not sorry.

A/N: Look, I just wanted to write Marcus Moreno getting some sweet morning lovin’. Is that a crime? *Also I mention that reader doesn’t understand Spanish - sorry to my fluent readers - but also that she’s sleepy and then a little preoccupied, so I think as long as it’s not your first language, it works? I don’t usually indulge my language kink, let me have this one.

The bed was soft under you, a contrast to the muscular chest pressed to your back. You sighed contently, happy to be waking in such a cozy place. The chuckle from the man behind you reverberated through your own chest. You knew he was already awake, his strong hand massaging your hip under the covers had been what woke you in the first place.

“Good morning, carino.” Marcus sang, keeping his tone low in the quiet house. His voice was hoarse with sleep, and slipping that pet name in there… you should have realized quickly what was on his mind.

“Mornin’.” You hummed back. “Time s’it?” You couldn’t be bothered yet to open your own eyes to check.

“Early.” Marcus dismissed as he nuzzled your neck. His nose pressed against your pulse point, breath tickling your sleep-warmed skin. The hand massaging your hip moved to stroke up and down your thigh, playing with the hem of your sleep shorts at each pass. He began muttering praises in Spanish against your skin.

You sighed his name, feeling desire pooling within you at his ministrations. Barely awake, you fell for his charms quickly - not that you wouldn’t have fallen for them regardless. He knew what kinds of things got you in the mood, and he was pulling out all the stops. You were putty in his hands.

His fingers slid past the waistband of your shorts, caressing your bare hip. He pulled you back, your ass grinding into him. You felt his erection, hard and heavy against you.

“Marcus,” you sighed once again. He had you breathless already. “What about Missy?”

He paused his Spanish appeal to calm your worries. “Still asleep. We’ll be quiet.” He promised, lips tickling your ear as he spoke.

You blinked your eyes open. The sun was low, barely risen, but enough to light the room through the open curtains. You looked over towards the door, but your sight was still bleary. “The door locked?”

Marcus hummed noncommittally as he kissed your neck. You whined quietly, although you couldn’t tell if it was due to the man behind you or the answer he gave.

“Can’t you…” You waved your arm in the direction of the door. The rest of the question died on your lips as his hand slid between your legs. You gasped, dropping your hand to grip his forearm as his fingers slid between your wet lips.

Marcus hummed in approval, rolling his hips into you. “Already so wet for me.”

You cursed under your breath, arching into him as he stroked up and down your folds.

“Can I, hermosa? Please, baby.” He asked, finger teasing your opening.

“Please,” you nodded.

Both of you moaned quietly as his long finger dipped inside you. You gripped his arm tighter, rolling your hips as he fingered you. Soon, a second finger joined the first.

“Feel good?” He whispered against your shoulder. You nodded, worried that you’d be too loud if you spoke.

He added light pressure to your clit, his thumb circling the bud gently. You couldn’t stop the whimper from bubbling up in your chest.

“Shh, that’s good.” He praised, his soft, soothing voice making you tremble around him. “Can you stay quiet, carino? If I move these shorts out of my way and slip inside, can you stay quiet for me?”

You nodded frantically, wanting to feel him. “Yes, Marcus.” You promised, voice shaking.

As he slipped his hand away from you, you shimmied your shorts down your hips, kicking them off to be lost under the covers. Marcus busied himself in those moments, grabbing a condom from the bedside table and slipping it on once he’d freed himself from his briefs. He pulled your leg overtop of his hip, spreading you open for him as he ran his cock through your lips. You shuddered, arching backwards into him.

Your breath caught as he pressed into you, his own shaky groan echoing in your ear. He went slow, letting you both get used to the sensations without losing control. Once he was fully sheathed, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly to his chest.

You reached behind you for him, leaning over your shoulder and pulling him into a kiss. It was a sloppy kiss, the angle not ideal and both of you struggling to stay quiet despite the sensations running through you. It was easy to lose yourself in each other, but you didn’t have the luxury of that this morning.

Tongues still dancing, Marcus began thrusting into you. He kept his pace slow and steady, trying to keep the bed from creaking. The pace was torturous. He dragged against your walls non-stop, in and out steadily, your nerves dancing with every pass. You had to break away from the kiss to focus on breathing and keeping quiet. The break in the kiss gave Marcus a chance to start whispering Spanish nothings in your ear.

You couldn’t make out everything he was saying, your mind too focussed on the pleasure you were feeling. Pet names like hermosa, mi corazón, and mi reina stood out. His voice changed, from a loving melodic tone to a growl and you knew the content changed with it. You didn’t need to know Spanish to know he was now spewing filth, talking dirty to you in a language he knew drove you wild.

You whined his name quietly in response, telling him how good he felt, how deep he was. Your voice shook with the struggle to not moan wantonly.

A soft clicking noise out in the hallway had both of you freezing in place. Marcus stopped moving, both of you stopped talking. The only noise in the room was both of your deep breaths and even that felt too loud as your ears strained to listen.

Missy’s door swung open and closed. You tried to move your leg from where it stretched over Marcus’, but he held it still. 

“Marcus-” You hissed, but he shushed you just as quickly.

“She’ll go downstairs.” He whispered in your ear.

“What if she doesn’t?” You whispered back.

“She will.”

You were so still you could feel the way your walls fluttered around him. You knew he had to be feeling it too. He buried his face into your neck, trying to hide the way his breath stuttered at the involuntary twitching.

You held your breath as her footsteps came to the door of Marcus’ bedroom but they didn’t stop. They continued down the hallway and downstairs. You finally let yourself breathe again as you heard the living room TV turn on.

“Told you.” Marcus’ voice was still low, but not a full whisper. You could hear the grin in his voice although his face was still in your neck.

“Fuck off,” you grinned, laughing softly as the tension left your body. You had to bite your lip to stop from moaning as he thrust into you with one hard stroke before stilling again.

“I’m trying.” He teased before picking up his previous pace.

The threat of being caught was lessened now that Missy was downstairs. Marcus thrust into you harder, not worried if a few springs started squeaking. You gasped and moaned softly, telling him how good it was, how deep you could feel him, how close you were getting.

You slid your hand down to play with your clit, your fingers grazing against Marcus’ cock as he pistoned in and out of you. Feeling your hand, Marcus tossed the blankets off of the two of you so he could watch you play with yourself. He groaned, telling you how sexy it was.

“Are you close, babe?” You panted, watching him over your shoulder. He was biting his lower lip, dark eyes staring down your body.

“Yeah. Almost.” He told you through grit teeth.

“Good.” You stopped rubbing yourself to move his hand under your thin nightshirt to your breast, quickly resuming your motions. He moaned in your ear as he palmed the flesh, pinching at your nipple that had peaked due to the cool air of the bedroom outside the covers.

“You first.” He ordered, clearly holding himself back until you came. You nodded, telling him wordlessly that you were close. He nuzzled your neck, his breath ghosting over your ear as you felt that peak getting closer and closer…

You gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as your vision turned white. Your body trembled in his arms as your walls milked him. He groaned loudly against your skin, following you over the edge. Your hand flew to his, still on your breast, holding him close as the waves of pleasure overtook your body.

You were glad the blanket had already been thrown elsewhere as you came down from your high, body overheated and sticking to Marcus’ with sweat. Still, you didn’t want to let go of him, or have him let go of you, just yet. Marcus seemed to agree, clinging to you as he also caught his breath.

You giggled quietly, disrupting the quiet. Marcus hummed inquisitively.

“Hell of a way to wake up.” You explained the reason for your giggles.

Marcus pulled out of you carefully, rolling onto his back and joining in your giddiness. 

You rolled over, resting your head on his chest to look up at him. His skin was flushed and sweaty, and you were sure you looked much the same. He cupped the back of your head and pulled you into a sweet kiss. You hummed softly into his mouth, enjoying the lazy kiss.

He broke the kiss to dispose of the condom in the trash next to the bed, luckily not having to leave the bed to do so. You turned to check the alarm clock, seeing it was just after 8 in the morning. You could probably get away with a few more minutes in bed, but you had worked up a bit of an appetite already.

“Shower?” You proposed, knowing the two of you couldn’t go downstairs looking or smelling the way you did. You weren’t sure what level of sex talk Marcus had had with Missy yet, but she would definitely be able to figure out something had gone on in this room.

“You say shower, I say round two.” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

You laughed, smacking him lightly in the chest. “You, Marcus Moreno, are insatiable.”

“Only for you, carino.” He winked.

You sat up, groaning as you stretched out your muscles. You knew Marcus was watching you as you slipped out of bed.

“Well super powers or not, I think you need to come to terms with something called a refractory period.” You challenged as you stripped off your sleep shirt. The second the words were out of your mouth, you saw his eyes darken as his jaw set. You smirked at him before heading into the ensuite. You heard him jump off the bed to chase after you with a warning growl, and you were very glad Missy was watching loud cartoons.

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[ubwfc]

Southmead Development V Bristol Development 3-2

After a long rainy week, the development team took the dangerous trip (with Georgia and Tabbi driving) to take on Southmead Dev team for the second time this term. It was cold and wet and the location was more of a mud bath. After absolutely destroying them 3-0 last time we strutted onto their ground like how we strut into any triangle club on a Wednesday. Our first success of the day was Asha keeping up her reputation by turning up to the game in an exotic floral shirt, suspiciously similar to her attire worn to lounge the night before. Four dev legends had already put in a 90minute shift that day with the 3s game against Bath Spa 1’s, so this was a test of pure stamina and resilience! Dexter aka Dex aka ref aka coach?? instructed Bristol to warm up on the outside grassy area in order to ‘preserve the pitch’ – ‘pitch’ being a very generous term for what closely resembled a swamp.

The whistle was blown and within 30 seconds captain Becky was already on the floor, close to drowning in the mud – what a foolish error getting the white kit muddy as she was the one washing it ….. and I oop. Bristol was initially shook by the fact that Southmead had made squad changes that replaced the ‘mums’, who spent the last game jogging, with some very speedy strikers. The shock of their unexpected speed and agility slowed us down and we were punished for it with two early goals. 2-0 Southmead. After 10mins Bristol got back on the ball and found their form and focus again. Claudia, Lucy and Liz made their Dev debuts - though you wouldn’t know this was their first game! Claudia chased every ball, Lucy showed off her fierce red astros during some lovely tackles, and Liz, on the wing, provided pure energy and pace trying to impress her boyfriend on the side-lines (and our newly designated dev cheerleader).

Darya continued to press high, threatening their goal, which struck fear into the hearts of the opposition (and Dexter) to such an extent that they resorted to injuring her with a vicious kick to the ankle!!! Darya was forced to limp off the pitch but after a 5-minute self-diagnosis she was finally cleared to get back into play. A tactical substitution brought the 4th debutant of the match on, Zoe. She immediately made an impact and, using a cultured right foot, whipped in a wicked corner! Bristol were unable to get a head on it despite great efforts by Georgia, Darya, and Lucy. Zoe demonstrated some lovely play, helping Bristol regain possession of the ball, dribbling past three defenders, forcing the Southmead goalies to kick it back towards the Bristol end, springing Jaz back into action. In the process of making some strong clearances Jaz also accidentally booted the ball at the poor Bristol subs. Bristol continued to create chances, with Vicky getting the ball up through the middle and Zoe delivering yet another great corner. After some confusion in the box Bristol were awarded a penalty (???) ref’s justification he ‘suspected some contact but just likes the drama’. Darya stepped up to take the penalty but her shot was denied by a great save from their goalkeeper. Unlucky Bristol.

Even Dexter himself tried to put in a solid tackle against Bristol, unfortunately he forgot he is the REF and not a player. Becky subbed herself back on and got involved straight away and took a ‘sick’ corner. Elsewhere, Eliza was a total wipe out. She wasn’t even tackling people, just slipping up. She spent the majority of the game on the floor trying to learn how to use her legs again. Tabbi, despite being less than enthusiastic at being put in goal (shout out to the random name generator) had a cracking first half putting in numerous saves and deploying long goal kicks over the head of the opposition. Somewhere in there, though, another Southmead ball slipped through her fingers. 3-0 Southmead at half time.

A motivating team talk from Becky at half time reminded development that come-backs are in our DNA. She praised the entire team for finding their feet in the game, with the exception of Eliza who looked like she was playing on ice. As the second half took off Hannah switched into the goal and saves a goal within 20 seconds!!!!! G’wannnnnn!!! Eliza was utilising the large amount of space available on the wings and made a beautiful run ….. what’s this?????? Eliza not on the floor????? Becky bolted into the box to support but was unfairly cornered by 3 Southmead mums/defenders who stole possession of the ball. This Bristol creativity up top continued. Their goal kick was powerfully intercepted by Zoe who turned it around and passed to Eliza. Eliza and Becky played the ball back and forth between themselves before setting Darya up for an incredible shot on goal. 3-1! Becky the legend then decided to show off and nutmeg their defender. She did a great job to stay focussed despite the enthusiastic screams from the Bristol side lines.

Jaz then decided to enter a fight for the ball, obviously triumphing. She passed the ball up the wing to Zoe, who drove forward, but couldn’t find the back of the net. Whenever Southmead won possession Bristol never feared, as they knew they trust Hannah in goal who saved goal after goal. Virgil Van Dijk last week, Alisson Becker this week! Shortly after a Southmead throw in gave Zoe the perfect opportunity to intercept again and pass the ball to Vicky who set Georgia up to take a shot, which narrowly missed. Tabbi continued to be a trusty rock at the back, blocking anyone from getting past her. Pure determination shone through Becky’s eyes as she pushed also pushed to make a shot but was sadly intercepted. Bristol were eager to bring this back. Georgia was being a gladiator out on the field, knocking defenders out the way to win the ball. If you listened carefully you could hear the gladiator cry all the way from Lizard Lounge. Eliza was setting a personal record by this point, only falling over every 6 minutes. Georgia and Darya linked up in the box but then Dexter blew the whistle again for a second penalty for Bristol. A mighty kick from Zoe knocked the goalie out the way and put the ball in the back of the net!! 3-2!! The whistle was blown again, as Asha attempted to get the ball but dragged down every player in proximity with her. An intense and dramatic final 5 minutes had Jaz on the side lines shouting so hard that she broke her voice box, sounding like a fox having intercourse. Dexter blew the final whistle in fear of Bristol scoring the final goal that would even up the scores. Full time 3-2 Southmead.

Squad: Tabbi Candy Jasmine Hynes Becky Bealing Asha Eborn Georgia Dimdore-Miles Claudia Grace Darya Shiri Eliza Wren Vicky Niemiec Zoe Ibbotson Hannah Davies 

Player of the match: Zoe Ibbotson - for changing the pace of the game with her rapid forward play and fantastic penalty

Dick of the day: Eliza - for imitating Bambi on ice for most of the game