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[duramaters]

She Runs Hot // E.M.

Summary: You spend your weekends helping out at your fathers auto shop. He’s in desperate need of an extra pair of hands and it just so happens that Eddie Munson is looking for a job.

Warnings: Smut (18+), explicit language, drug use

Word Count: 4.2k

Song: She Runs Hot - Little Village

Your father dropped his tools and wheeled himself out from underneath the raised truck with a huff.

“We really need some help around here kid. I’m getting way too old for all this.” He stood up crookedly, brushing off his worn blue overalls and cracking his back. The popping of his joints had you wincing and you found yourself agreeing with your old man. Despite the fact that you loved the dynamic of just the two of you in the shop you could only really help out on weekends, especially since finals were coming up and your father was desperate for you to get the grades you deserved, so getting someone else to be able to put in some shifts would be a massive help.

“I’ll put up a sign in the window, pop.” You shouted through to the garage, ducking down behind the front desk to grab some paper and a marker. Your hasty scrawl of Help Wanted wasn’t exactly eye-catching but you knew it would do the job so you stuck it to the front window with a piece of tape, ignoring the fact that it was definitely wonky. Hunching down next to the refrigerator you grabbed a beer for your dad and a lemonade for yourself and jumped up onto the workbench, swinging your feet to the rhythm of the Van Halen song you could hear coming faintly from the radio on the front desk. Your father leant against the truck he had been working on and took a hearty swig of his beer before looking at you with a nostalgia tinted gaze.

“When did you grow up huh, kid? Seems like only yesterday I was dropping you off for your first day at kindergarten and you came home covered in dirt after starting a fight with the Carver boy on the playground.”

“I didn’t start anything, dad.” You rolled your eyes at the man, but there was a joyful little smirk on your face at the memory. “He was being a snot.” Your dad chuckled, looking down at the floor and readjusting his old Ford cap before coming over to place his now empty beer bottle on the worktop where you were sat.

“Graduation this year kiddo, I think I better start looking for a new suit.” His heavy palm clapped you on the shoulder, squeezing gently. You and your father were never ones to show outward affection to each other but moments like this reminded you how much you loved your old man.

A muffled oh shit and a tray of washers and bolts flying across the shop floor distracted you from the sentimental moment and you hopped off the bench to go and see to the clumsy customer who was now scrabbling across the floor on his hands and knees. You took in the wild halo of mousy hair and the Dio album cover printed on the denim jacket and shook your head, holding in a laugh at the sight of Eddie Munson crawling under your desk to get catch a rolling bolt. You ducked your head beneath the wooden top and came face to face with the man who jumped at the sight of you, letting out a little squeal and hitting his head on the underside of the desk.

“Shit, shit, shit.” He mumbled, rubbing the crown of his head and scrunching up his nose.

“Oh god, sorry Eddie!” You rushed around the table and tried to help him up by the sleeves of his leather jacket, hands fisting into the soft, worn fabric in an attempt to get a decent grip on his arms.

“Y-you know who I am?” He looked at you dazed and trying desperately to flatten his slightly matted hair.

“Did you hit your head hard enough to forget your own name?!” You looked at him with a mild panic before remembering you were talking to the Eddie Munson and that he often considered himself too unimportant to be memorable to anyone other than his Hellfire club mates.

“Of course I know who you are Eddie, I sit next to you in Ms O’Donnell’s class, remember?”

“Yeah I remember alright. You let me borrow a pencil last semester and I never gave it back. Sorry.” He looked down at his white Reeboks with a sheepish frown.

“No sweat,” you chuckled and gestured toward the refrigerator, “beer?”

“Oh uh, I probably shouldn’t since I came in to ask about the sign.” He motioned towards to window with one ring-clad hand while rubbing the back of his neck with the other and you watched the fluffy curls bounce across his shoulders with the nervous movement.

“Oh? That’s great! I’ll go fetch my dad!” You beamed at him before skipping through the door connecting the front desk to your dad’s workshop.

You returned with your grease-coated father in tow, wiping his hands with an old rag. Once he was clean enough he held out a calloused palm towards Eddie and the man shook it eagerly.

“Hi sir, I just came in to-”

“None of the formalities kid, its yours if you want it. I know you’re still in school, but if you can help out in the evenings that will be more than enough for now.” You had forgotten to warn Eddie about your fathers blunt but kind-hearted nature so you were expecting him to look a great deal more affronted than he did.

“A-are you sure?” He stuttered, still clasping your dads oil-blackened hand in his own.

“Of course I am. And you can fix up that bloody van while you here, I heard you coming a mile off..” The muttering echo of your fathers voice faded as he disappeared back into the workshop and Eddie was left staring after him with a dumbfounded expression.

“Yeah sorry about that, he can be a bit frank sometimes, ya know?” Now it was your turn to look sheepish as you fiddled with a pen on the desk in front of you.

“No, he err, he seems great!” The reality of having a job and finally earning some money had clearly hit Eddie hard and his bright smile grew even wider. Money meant the possibility of leaving Hawkins behind for good, with or without that shitty high school diploma, and that was cause for excitement. You had turned your back on him to rifle through the filing cabinet for some paperwork but you watched him in the reflection of the window and could see him pumping his fist in celebration when he thought you weren’t looking. It was adorable.

“I’m gonna need you to fill this out, just for insurance and in case of an emergency.” You handed him the thin sheaf of paperwork, smiling up at him warmly. “You can just give them back to me in class tomorrow and as soon as you’re on the system you can start!” He beamed down at you and took the papers, taking great care not to crease them.

“Thank you, milady.” Eddie bowed down at you before walking backwards to his truck, his earnest tone had you blushing behind your desk. You waved back at him as he hopped up into the driver’s seat and heavy metal music started blasting from the speakers, although it didn’t do much to hide the peculiar noises emanating from the engine.

~~~

It had been three days and you had finally gotten around to filing Eddie’s paperwork and putting him on payroll. Ms O’Donnell was blathering on at the front of the class, facing the chalkboard and paying zero attention to her uninterested students. You leant across in your seat, lightly tapping Eddie’s denim clad shoulder with your pencil.

“Hey, Eddie!” You whispered, trying to catch his attention. He startled from his daydream and twisted to face you, leaning in to capture your quiet voice. “All your paperwork is sorted! You can start tonight if you want? I’m heading over after school so I can give you the rundown.” Eddie’s eyebrows raised and his doe eyes were actually twinkling at you. Who knew the prospect of a crappy mechanics job could be so thrilling, you thought, but you were secretly pleased at his elation.

“Yeah! Do you want a lift?” Eddie’s confidence in speaking to you now, compared to when he first entered the auto shop, floored you for a second. It was like having your dad offer him the job without any preamble or doubts had infused Eddie with a kind of buoyancy. It must have been a novel experience for him, having someone believe in him and not judge him right off the bat. Your heart glowed with fondness for your father and maybe there was a tiny flame of fondness beginning to spark for the fluffy haired nerd staring at your mouth waiting for a response. Oh crap, he had asked you a question!

“Oh erm, sure. I mean, yes please! That would be great.” Eddie’s answering grin had you turning back to your textbook to hide the blush creeping across your collarbones.

~~~

You were walking across the dusty parking lot, headphones around your neck so that the muted melody of Crowded House’s Mean to Me was only just audible. You heard the light stride of someone behind you and turned to see Eddie Munson making his way towards you, jingling his van keys at you with mirth in his eyes. You rolled your own eyes good naturedly and followed him to his boxy van. Ever the gentleman, Eddie held the passenger door open for you and gave you his hand as leverage so you could easily hop up into the seat. The cold of his rings brushing against your fingers caused a spark of electricity to shoot up your arm at the sensation. As soon as he turned the key in the ignition Metallica roared from the speakers and you covered your ears in shock, almost jumping out of your seat in alarm. You watched those ringed fingers reach for the controls to lower the volume from deafening to just tolerable and you slowly eased your hands away from the side of your face, looking at Eddie and bursting into pearls of laughter at your pounding heartbeat. He couldn’t help but join in with your giggles and the sound of the two of you laughing together was almost melodic.

Eddie peeled out of the parking lot and you hung onto the sides of your seat for dear life. He had always been theatrical, making the cafeteria his stage, but watching him now in the privacy of his own space was something new. He was headbanging to the music while still trying to keep an eye on the road and you could feel his gaze flickering over to you when you turned to look out of the window. Smiling softly to yourself, you relaxed and tried to ease into the music and, although it was a bit too heavy for you, you did manage to bop along with some kind of rhythm.

“You can pull into the actual workshop if you want, I don’t think anyone will be dropping by tonight. Maybe dad can help take a look at your engine.” You winked at him as you jumped down onto the concrete before he had even turned off the ignition.

“What in the bloody hell is that racket- Oh sweetheart it’s you!” You gave your father a one armed hug and swung your arm out to bring his attention to Eddie who was standing at the front of his van twisting the metal of his ring around his middle finger nervously. Your dad nodded at the anxious metalhead and quietly handed him a beer. Eddie shot you a questioning look over the older mans shoulder and you nodded at him encouragingly, mouthing the word bonding before saluting him and heading through to your desk.

You had felt guilty just abandoning Eddie with your father, but in reality there was nothing you could do to help and you had already explained the set up of the shop to him on the drive over from school. It wasn’t exactly a sink or swim situation, you knew your dad would be easy-going with Eddie and teach him what needed doing with honest patience, as he had done with you when you first started helping out, so really there was no need to be worried. An oh shit from Eddie and a gruff laugh from your father confirmed that your worries were unfounded and it wasn’t long before the van was running smoother than you’d ever heard it.

~~~

Several days had passed and it had become routine for Eddie to drive you to the shop after school, spend the evening helping out your dad and then join you in the flat above the garage for a dinner that you had cooked while the men were finishing up on the last car of the day. It was all very domestic and you lived for the secret smiles Eddie threw at you across the table when you’d dab at your own face to indicate where he had a splotch of grease. You’d walk him to the door of the flat and wait for the dulled sounds of Metallica to fade into the distance before you let yourself head back to the kitchen to help your dad with the washing up. There were some definite feelings brewing between the two of you, but you were too shy to acknowledge them and the fear of being rejected weighed heavily on your mind. You were pretty sure that Eddie felt the same way, but it could have just been his way of showing gratitude for the job or the homecooked meals and you weren’t willing to bet your heart to find out.

One night as you were walking Eddie to the door to see him out he pulled a joint from behind his ear and raised an eyebrow at you in question. It was a Friday night and you had caught up on all of your studying for the week so you glanced back into the kitchen at your dad, still sat at the table with the newspaper, and turned to Eddie with a silent nod. He grabbed your wrist and hauled you down the stairs behind him, both of you giggling like schoolgirls. Eddie flung open the back doors of his van and to your surprise and abject horror wrapped his large hands around your waist and lifted you delicately onto the blanket lining the inside of the vehicle. You stumbled onto your knees having barely registered what had just happened before Eddie was slamming the doors behind the both of you and collapsing into a beanbag in the corner. You had remained hunched over on bent knees while Eddie rifled through his many pockets looking for a working lighter, a pile of duds had built up on the floor before he glanced up at you and noticed your tense position.

“Take a seat princess, mi casa es su casa.” He stated with a flourish of his arm.

You hesitantly gathered up a rather saggy beanbag and pulled it over to Eddie so that you could perch in front of him as he lit the joint, drawing your focus to his enviable lips and perfectly defined cupid’s bow. He let out a puff of smoke before handing it over to you and you took great care not to inhale too deeply and cough because that would have been mortifying. You held your breath for as long as possible, swallowing down the smoke before steadily exhaling, needing the high to counteract your nerves at the proximity between you and the fluffy-haired rocker.

The buzz gradually built and you felt yourself relaxing deeper into the beanbag, stretching out your leg to idly brush against Eddie’s denim clad calf. You heard the faint hitch of his breath and it emboldened you to raise your leg slightly higher until it nudged at his knee. He raised his gentle hand from where it fiddled with the blanket and brought it up to rest on your leg with a torturous slowness, his delicate fingers circling your exposed ankle.

“Sweetheart?” He questioned, large doe eyes boring into your own, confused by your actions but desperate to engage with them.

“Eddie.” Your response was a breathless whisper as his ringed fingers began to trail up your leg with featherlight touches.

“Am I imagining this?” He had slowly started to lean towards you, unaware that he was closing the distance, and you were unwilling to stop him.

“God no.” You replied, dropping forwards off of the beanbag and falling onto your knees in front of him, caged in by his thighs. Eddie’s now unoccupied hand resumed its search for skin contact and fluttered at your waist, barely lifting the hem of your shirt, but the contact was scorching and you felt yourself burning up with his touch.  “Please” you whined unapologetically.

“Please what, sweetheart?” He was so close to you now that you could feel his smoke-sweet breath on your lips.

“Kiss me.” You barely had time to finish speaking before the lips you had fantasised about for weeks were sucking on your mouth, goading you to open up to him with whines and whimpers.

“Fuck” he murmured against your searing lips, “you taste like pot and perfection princess.”

You smiled into the kiss and shifted so that you were even closer, hands exploring his vest and catching on the name tag that you had made him a couple of days after he’d started at the shop. You had noticed that he never took it off, not even for school, and it had made your heart ache with affection at the thought of your handwriting sitting above his heart like a claim of ownership.

Sitting up on your knees to gain some height you deepened the kiss even further, lightly tugging on his tousled strands to angle his neck so that your searching mouth could slot against his jaw and you could lick a needy stripe up the column of his exposed throat. Eddie’s groans turned feral at the wetness of your tongue and he bucked up involuntarily, hips lifting off the beanbag to seek some kind of friction.

“So keen” you purred, breaking the kiss to look down into his lust blown eyes with adoration. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment Munson.”

“Jesus Christ princess.” Eddie growled out your pet name before wrapping his hands around your waist once more, long fingers plastered against your lower back and pulling you into his open lap.  

“Can we? Please.” You moaned against his chest, feeling all submissive and gooey at his touch.

“Fuck yes.” Eddie sprung into action, shouldering off both his denim and leather jackets and reaching for the hem of your t-shirt before stopping himself and turning serious. “Are you absolutely sure you want to? It’s not just the weed talking?” Your heart broke at his furrowed brow and downturned lips and you lifted a delicate finger to his face, smoothing away the creases of disquiet that marred his beautiful features.

“I’ll reiterate, shall I? I have wanted to do this since the moment I caught you chasing that damn bolt under my desk, you nerd.” The smile that swept across his face nearly blinded you with its brightness and Eddie surged up towards you with a new kind of hunger, now confident in his removal of your t-shirt. His wet mouth was suckling at your skin, taking a devious path down your neck and across your collarbones towards your breasts. He mouthed at the fabric of your bra, creating wet patches above your nipples before his appetite turned insatiable and he yanked the offending garment down your chest. In your eagerness to feel his tongue against your sensitive flesh you quickly unhooked your bra and flung it into a forgotten corner before tightly gripping Eddie’s hair in encouragement, grinding yourself into him through his torturously tight jeans.

Eddie’s hands were soon cupping the curve of your ass and regretfully lifting you off of his engorged lap to lay you softly against the blanket. Your searching fingers turned impatient, desperate to feel the flex of his muscles and his naked skin beneath your fingertips. Eddie sensed your urgency and ripped his grease splattered shirt over his head, allowing you a quick glance at his tattoos and the trail of hair on his abdomen that lead down to his belt. Wait a minute…his belt buckle looked suspiciously like a pair of handcuffs and you found yourself looking back up at the irresistible man above you with a raised brow and laughter on your lips.

“Kinky” you grinned and you felt him chuckle against your skin as he mouthed at your neck, sucking bruises into the soft flesh under your jaw. You were attempting to work out the handcuff buckle with no success and your impatience was endlessly entertaining to the man clutching at your hip. You separated from each other to pull your remaining clothes off with practiced ease, but Eddie’s fervour had him falling over himself in his haste to remove his jeans and socks.  

“So bloody clumsy.” You smirked into his open mouth as you reconnected your now naked bodies.

“Is it not endearing milady?” Eddie’s playful tone was contrasted by his sharp canines biting down on your lower lip, sending a jolt of ecstasy straight to your dripping core. Without a second thought you grabbed the hand that was adorned with rings and directed it towards your sopping center. Eddie quickly took the hint and parted your folds with unbridled enthusiasm, the cold metal of his rings teasing your clit deliciously. You moaned and rubbed yourself up into his tantalizing touch just as his middle finger entered your tight warmth. The curl of his digit as he rubbed at your g-spot was almost overwhelming and as soon as he added a second finger you knew you were done for. In an attempt to stave off your impending orgasm so as not to give away how infatuated you were with the man above you, you questioned how he was so skilled with his fingers.

“Where the hell did you learn all this Munson” you groaned with breathless curiosity.

“That’s the thing about us nerds, princess. We love to read.” The amorous cadence to his voice had you clenching around his fingers and he gazed down at you hungrily.

“More, please Eddie, more.” You writhed beneath him, desperate to be filled and feel the burning stretch of his cock. You felt a chill as he lifted himself off of you to go hunting in the cup holders for a condom, but he swiftly returned to you, enveloping you in his warmth once again. You heard the tell-tale snap of latex against skin and you laughed at his inelegance. The laugher was quickly replaced with a hearty moan as he dipped his cock between your folds, collecting your juices. You opened your legs and elevated your hips, gifting him entrance to your silken heat. Eddie tried to be gentle but his inexperience and overwhelming desire had him bottoming out within seconds, his forehead resting on your chest and the layers of his hair tickling your ribs.

“Fucking hell, Eddie, god yes.” You hissed at the pleasure of his lightly pulsating cock. He was already close so you made sure not to clench your walls, convinced it would only take a few thrusts to send you both spiralling over the edge.

Eddie gradually came back to himself and began to rock his pelvis, the tip of his cock brushing effortlessly against your g-spot thanks to the elevation of your hips, now held up by a rapidly dampening cushion. You wrapped your bare calves against his ass in encouragement, wordlessly begging him to pick up the pace and boy did he listen. Within a few thrusts he was pounding into you, biting at your neck and muttering praise with each pump of his hips. You could feel the tightening of your muscles and the edges of your vision were beginning to go white with the pleasure of Eddie moving above you and inside of you, your sweat soaked skin gliding against his own.

“I’m close Eddie, please.”                                                                            

“Fuck princess.” The thrusting of his hips started to lose it’s rhythm and you could feel his cock twitching and swelling inside of you. The sensation was too much for you to bear and you came around his dick with a cry, your legs trembling wildly against his ass. The clamping of your inner walls had Eddie stuttering and grunting as he came, pushing himself inside of you as deeply as possible with animalistic instinct. His shaking arms lost all of their strength and he fell onto you with a giddy grin, making sure his weight wasn’t crushing you by moving onto his side, breathless and elated.  

“Congratulations, you got the promotion” you giggled against his chest, drawing lazy patterns across his tattooed hip as he turned his head to place a soft kiss against your temple.

[notsad]

You know, it makes sense why so many people love your art.

Just speaking from my own experience, I’m only really familiar with Hyper Light Drifter, and tangentially familiar with Dead Cells. I scrolled through your work because I really like how you handle line weight and color. I stuck around because I enjoy your writing style and the story concepts you come up with for these characters. You put genuine thought into the interactions you’re creating and that’s what makes it interesting.

Hell the first time I said “Goddamn” aloud when looking at you art was that line from V1 asking the Drifter if there was an afterlife, correcting itself, and specifically asking if the Drifter has an afterlife waiting for him.

That’s a raw ass line! The concept of a murder robot that knows for a fact the afterlife is real but not if you personally get one? Terrifying concept! Love it!

This was also literally the first time I’d ever heard of Ultrakill. Neat game, I dig the premise.

My point being, you come up with some really damn interesting concepts and then have the skills to execute those ideas.

I have almost no idea what’s going on otherwise, but I’m a fan of the silly bits regardless.

I am also super curious what your digital art process looks like

OHHH???? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Man. I am. Speechless. This is insane. This truly means a lot. Im really happy that you liked all of that and the character interactions. I've always thought of headcanons for these characters with their personalities and how their respective environment shaped them, and ive always loved it when I see their personalities interact and clash with one another.

The three of them having to deal with death in such a different way is such an interesting concept to me and i inhale that dynamic.

What I also aimed to achieve when I make these comics is that even people outside of it would enjoy these characters and their dynamic :D because I really just do love writing a story about them.

Thank you so much!! You made me ramble about these guys hahhaaha

Also, not much really happens during art process because my attention span is sometimes too short to make a much proper art Lmaoo. I mostly use 2 layers, for the very sketchy lineart and flat colors. And i sometimes add airbrush for lighting or mood. 👍

[mobsplainer]

or josuke with dangly earrings if you'd like!!!

first time drawing josuke boys how’d I do?

[signeficunt]

i was tagged by @shrimpdealer to name 9 albums i enjoy!

in no particular order:

tagging: @shiroselia, @cloevr, & anyone else who wants to join ^^

[saintbleeding]

i am sure you get this a lot but thank you for putting image ids on things, its wonderful that you put time into doing it when you're not required to

omg tysm anon ;~; i rly appreciate u saying so <3

[possum-tooth]

group stimming starts in 5 minutes we're doing this

[clarasunflowers]

my poor sweet hedgehog Piggy died last year and i was so heartbroken but yesterday Will surprised me with a new one and i didn’t think i’d be this happy to have a new spiky baby but i am!! he’s so itty bitty! welcome to the world Piggy #2! 🦔 💛

[jamminvroomvroom]

Hey girlll I love your blog so so so much! Congrats on the 4k bc you absolutely deserve it🫶🏼

I just had a little angsty request for Charles lando or Oscar (you can pick any you’re feeling more atm, I eat up anything ab my boys)

I saw this prompt maybe you could use - - "I can be there when you need me!" "But I did, and you weren't."

late night talking.

op x fem norris!reader

in which lando’s little sister has been sneaking around with his teammate, but it’s starting to have its challenges…

hiiiii thank u sm anon! love this request love you MWAH! so appreciative of this request and all of the others and that y’all trust me to bring your ideas to life!! i hope this hits the way you wanted it to! let me know what you think, big love 🤍

songs to set the mood: late night talking by harry styles, i love you by billie eilish, over my head by james marriott, if these walls could talk by 5sos

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, angst, fluff, a bit of hurt/comfort, secret relationship, brothers teammate trope (r is lando’s sister), fingering, morning sex, angsty needy sex, lando being an embarrassing little shit

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sex and talking. sex and talking. sex and talking.

that’s what you do, oscar and you.

you watch him all weekend, eyes trailing his lean frame, the way his body moves under papaya fabric. then, when your brother finally leaves you alone, you sneak into oscar’s arms, room, bed, whatever’s closest.

you have your way with one another, nothing untouched, unexplored, and then you talk and talk until your lips hurt from stretched out grins and a satisfying ache sets into your spent limbs. you sneak out when the sun comes up the next day and join lando for breakfast in whatever hotel you’re in that weekend.

rinse, repeat.

you can remember the first time you saw him in real life, way back in early 2023, clear as day. you were in bahrain with your brother for testing, the sun in your eyes, and there he was. awkward, stocky, hands buried deep in his mclaren administered slacks. he was littered with moles, mousey brown hair catching the rays of light, chocolate eyes conveying cool confidence that didn’t at all match up with his uncomfortable stance. you could kiss over those moles like a game of dot to dot, tug on his strands that looked like smooth chocolate frosting, sink into his brown irises until you drowned.

lando had caught you staring, sending his elbow into your ribs, and when you turned to glare at him, cuss him out, you saw a look of warning. his eyes said: don’t you fucking dare.

and you didn’t dare, not for a while at least.

-

“o-osc.” you whine, panting through the waves of eye-watering pleasure.

he’s got you laid out across his massage table, two fingers scissoring into your sodden cunt as his thumb bumps your clit in messy circles.

it’s rare that you sneak away so brazenly like this during a race weekend.

“you gotta be quiet.” oscar shushes you, eyes flitting between your own watery pair and his fingers where they’re working you open.

“trying.” you breathe, slapping your own hand over your mouth when your belly tightens one last time. one wrong move and the entirety of the hospitality suite will know. lando will know. perhaps all of china will know. that’s how good he fucking feels.

you sob into your palm, bucking your hips wildly as you fall apart, spilling all around his relentless fingers. he fucks you through it, grinning coyly as your muffled cries subside.

“c’mere.” oscar lulls, pulling you back towards him. he kisses you deeply, smiling against your lips.

“i should go.” you mumble, pushing his hair back and raking your fingers through his hair.

oscar nods apathetically, reserved all of the sudden. you frown, stealing another quick kiss. you stumble to your feet fixing your underwear and your skirt, and grab your bag from the small sofa.

“we need to be more careful.” his words make your blood run cold.

“more careful?”

you sneak in and out of hotel rooms under the cover of night, you have his name disguised in your phone, you never speak to him in public.

“this was risky.” oscar shrugs. he looks antsy, his entire demeanour changing in a matter of minutes, the ecstasy of watching you writhe all for him worn off.

“this- i- you’re the one who dragged me in here, piastri.” you accuse. ‘piastri’ is reserved for when you’re pissed off, a cagey step back from the affection ‘osc’ that you usually called him. “whatever, i’ve got to go.”

“i’ll see you later?” he poses it as a question, uncertain that you’ll show. he has never been uncertain before, not with you, not with a lot of things. bile rises in your throat, and you scoff.

you can’t reply. the door slams behind you.

-

“where’ve you been?” lando ruffles your hair, a single eyebrow raised suspiciously.

“got bored with watching you look at data so i went for a walk.” you reply nonchalantly, pushing his hand away.

he hums in response, nodding slowly. it’s like he doesn’t quite believe you but he quickly moves on.

“you coming out with us after the race tomorrow?” lando asks.

“depends on who ‘us’ is.” you reply curtly. you don’t wanna look at oscar’s stupid, handsome face for a second longer than you have to. a familiar sadness sinks into your bones.

“couple of the drivers, alex, carlos, oh and oscar might even be swayed.” you grit your teeth, suddenly frustrated. “anyway, since when do you have beef with drivers? little miss sunshine fallen out with someone?” lando sounds confused, accusatory.

you stay silent, walking into the back of the garage, praying someone will come and steal your brother away.

“hey, you gonna tell me what the problem i-?”

“lando, we need you to look at this.” your brother gets cut off by a frantic engineer, your prayers answered, and is quickly lost to the chaos of the garage.

a pair of warm eyes burn into the side of your head. you turn to see oscar watching you, his eyebrows furrowed as if he’s studying you. he’s fidgeting, playing with his fingers, something strange for the man as cool as a cucumber. you look away as quickly as you can, managing to tear your eyes away from him, a lump forming in your throat which you swallow down.

it’s painful, really. sex and talking, it’s not enough, never has been for even a second. oscar piastri, australian f1 driver, number 81, quickly became your oscar, somewhat against your will.

-

somewhere in hungary, about 8 months ago

“are we really doing this, piastri?” you giggle, throwing your head back as his lips work your neck.

“need you.” he groans into your skin, low and needy. you’ve never heard him sound so disheveled, so desperate, a far cry from his usual, monotonous self.

“want you, osc.” you pant when his lips find your sweet spot, the feeling of him so delicious on your body.

“have me.” he whispers, falling into bed with you in his lap.

you lay there basking in stunned silence afterwards, a layer of sweat coating your knackered body. your shoulder is pressed flush with oscar’s, not an inch of space between you while you both stare at the ceiling, sporting matching lazy grins.

“i can’t believe we did that.” oscar mutters, a layer of disbelief in his voice.

“i think we should do it again.” you tease, except you are deadly serious.

“agreed.” he breathes.

“this stays between us, right?” you whisper, shyly.

“always.”

-

always makes your skin crawl now. you’re sick of having him in the dark, of having to avoid him in public for fear of turning into a lovesick fool. it’s embarrassing, really, unrequited love.

you can barely follow qualifying, staring blankly at the empty space in the garage where oscar’s car resides. you manage to catch the radio message through the headset you have on, the one where oscar’s muttering about a stupid mistake that’s just knocked him out. he’s limping back to the pits, licking his wounds.

you feel a pang in your chest, sympathetic and disappointed for him. you wonder what his mistake was, where his mind was. you’ll wait for the right moment, swallow the ache in your heart and your pride, and you’ll comfort him. he gets led away by frustrated engineers immediately, studying lines of data with furrowed eyebrows. you watch from afar, but then your heart sinks to your feet when four words sound through your headphones.

“lando, are you okay?”

will sounds stressed, repeating the four words that make your world stop spinning on its axis. everyone in the garage is staring at the tv screen, breaths held, stomachs tight.

your brothers car sits in tatters, carbon fibre littering the track. you can see the fluorescents of his helmet burrowed in the cockpit, still. your mouth hangs open, one hand clutching your chest, the other covering your quivering lips. you’re numb.

that feeling returns, the one of eyes burning into your weathered features. your wide eyes flit to the australian boy watching you from across the garage, and you beg silently for him to just come to you, pull you close, tell you that lando is okay and that he loves you back.

and lando is okay, his winded voice reassuring you over the radio.

but you stand there alone.

just like always.

-

somewhere in brazil, about 5 months ago

“what’s your favourite colour?” oscar mumbles lazily, lips bumping your cheekbone.

you’re curled up on his lap watching the sunset from his balcony. he was well behind lando after qualifying, and he’d craved a moment alone with you all day.

the air was thick, humid, the hot orange sun sinking far off in the horizon. you turn to face him, his features illuminated by the hazy glow. the sunlight makes his chocolate eyes sparkle warmly, so pretty.

“brown.” you whisper, scanning his face.

he laughs lowly, his chest rumbling.

“brown?” he questions teasingly.

“yep.” you grin, pecking his lips softly.

“why?”

“go look at those pretty eyes of yours in the mirror.” you retort smoothly, threading your fingers through his shower-damp strands.

“you flirting with me?”

“you bet i am.”

you twist back around, facing the view once more, moulding into his body. he kisses over your shoulder, resting his chin. you stay there content until the sun is gone and the stars twinkle.

-

the air in the room is thick, awkwardly silent.

he stands leaning against the desk, opposite where you sit on your bed. the lights are low in your hotel room, the imprint of your body still fresh against the mattress. you’d been crying when he knocked, eyes rimmed red, skin flushed raw.

“you just stood there.” you croak.

“love, i-“

“don’t call me that. please.”

hurt flashes across his features, but like he knows it’s not fair of him to complain, he buries it immediately.

“i just… will you hear me out?” oscar pleads quietly.

you nod feebly.

“it’s impossible. this, us. i wanted to go to you but i- i couldn’t, i didn’t know how that would look and i didn’t want to jeopardise this.”

“but you did.” you whisper. his face shatters, falling fast.

“no, no, i can be there when you need me-“

“but you weren’t!” you cry, your body physically sinking, your shoulders drooping.

“i can fix this, i will.”

“i think we need to stop this, osc. it’s too painful for me. i’ve tried to move past the hurt but after today…” your voice shakes and you crumble, the first tear falling.

“i’m not trying to hurt you.” he crosses the space between you in two rushed steps, collapsing to his knees before you.

“that’s not good enough.” you bite back. “i’m not going to be some guys dirty little secret. i won’t do it anymore oscar.”

“i was trying to protect you… this.” he gestures between you desperately

“i know, oscar. i know! but i never asked you to do that. i can’t love you in a hotel room for the rest of my life.” the words slip from your tongue, abrasive and messy, before your brain can catch up.

you grimace, biting your tongue, but oscar’s reaction couldn’t be further from your own. his watery eyes widen, pink lips pulling into a boyish grin.

“i don’t want to love you in a hotel room for the rest of my life either.” oscar whispers, tentatively taking your hands. you stare down at your slowly intertwining fingers, a familiar warmth oozing through your body. “i wanna love you everywhere.”

“show me.” you murmur through shaky breath.

“i will.” he leans in, leaning in to kiss your shoulder. “for as long as you let me, i will.”

“just come here.” your fingers find the hairs at the nape of his neck, pulling him into a kiss, one born of frustration, and longing, and a year of late night talking about everything except how much you love each other.

oscar pushes you back onto the bed, crawling over you, starving. you pull him flush against you, leaving no room between your bodies. you crave the feel of his entire weight pressing you into the mattress and as he does, you feel at home. when you pull apart, catching your breaths, he says it properly, for the first time, and the world gets lighter.

“i love you.” oscar cups your jaw, those chocolate eyes boring into yours, the intensity of it knocking you for six. “always.” he adds.

the meaning of the word changes. always doesn’t mean a shameful, taboo secret anymore. life is breathed into the six lettered word; always means you and him, together, finally out of the shadows.

“i love you, osc.” you whisper.

he’s smiling when he kisses you again, unbuttoning your blouse like he’ll die if he doesn’t get the offending item off of your frame. you retaliate by shoving his t-shirt up his back, tugging greedily at it to strip him bare. the material comes off easily and as he sits up to throw it away, you shrug off your blouse and it meets his shirt on the floor. his hands smooth over your curves, brushing the pudge of your belly as he finds the zip of your skirt, ruining the fasten in his state of haste. you barely notice the way he’s ruined the item of clothing, urgently unbuttoning his jeans. your underwear is gone too, nothing separating you but your bra, restless hands on heated skin.

“we need to be quiet.” you breathe. “lando’s next door.” oscar giggles, tinged pink.

“get on top, love.” he drawls, flipping onto his back and taking you with him.

he sits up with you in his lap, nothing anchoring either of you in the middle of the bed. the imprint of your devastated form is gone, replaced by the shape of him. you can feel the head of his cock nudging through your folds, slicking him up so that he can slide nice and deep. he trails his fingers between your legs, thumbing at your clit in deft circles, just the way he knows you like it. you’re mewling in his lap, grinding down on the pad of his thumb; it’s so good but it’s not enough.

“please, osc.” you pant, urging him to let you sink down on his cock. you can see how red it is, feel the way it throbs for you, and the need to be full of him is almost paralysing.

“come on, pretty girl. fill yourself up.” oscar mutters against the shell of your ear.

he kisses down your throat as you slide down on him, dropping your hips firm against his.

“fuck.” you cry, your forehead falling against his shoulder.

“you okay, sweetheart? feel so good for me.” oscar coos, his fingertips digging hard into your hips.

“so good, baby.” your head rolls back, feeling him hit that spot tucked away within your walls.

your breaths mingle, your breasts flush against his chest, and as if he realises that he never stripped you of your pesky bra, he grunts, unclasping the black lace and flinging it somewhere far away. he gently mumbles an awestruck “fuck”, as if he hasn’t seen your tits a million and one times before, and latches onto your nipple. his tongue works in slow circles, matching the pace of your hips working languidly on his cock, and you keen further into his body.

“prettiest girl for me.” oscar grits out, his eyes squeezing shut when you clamp down on him, hard.

you’re both trying so hard to be quiet, overwhelmed by touch and taste, love. you’re growing tired, hurtling towards a desperate release, and oscar can sense it, the feel of your quivering thighs tightening around his hips spurring him on. he grinds up into you, maintaining your pace, but he’s fucking you harder now, the anticipation of your release sending shivers down his spine.

“you gonna cum for me?” oscar grunts, holding your hips down against him. you can’t move, his hold too tight and your body too tired, all you can do is wait for your orgasm to hit like a ton of bricks. you nod frantically.

“yes, oscar, please baby.” you beg for it, and like the true gentleman he is, the calloused pad of his pointer finger finds its home on your clit, sending you into an upwards spiral.

it’s as if you’re levitating when you let go, in a dreamlike state, your teeth sinking hard into his pale shoulder to muffle a surefire whine of his name. he’s rutting into you, prolonging the bliss.

“cum inside of me.” you urge, voice barely above a whisper. well, you’ve certainly never done this before.

oscar’s eyes roll into the back of his head, tears pricking his lash line. a guttural gasp of your name spills from his lips when he lets go, painting your insides warm and white. you stare at the tiny indents your teeth had left on his thick shoulder, his breath hitting the crook of your neck warm and wet as he comes down.

“‘m yours, and i’m here. i’m always gonna be here, i promise.” oscar speaks so quietly that you wonder if you’ve imagined it.

-

“when i made that mistake today, i was thinking about you.”

you’ve been laying there in silence for a while now, tucked under his arm when he speaks. you turn to look at him, perplexed.

“what?”

“i felt so awful about what i said after we, you know. you looked so upset with me, and i don’t blame you.” oscar sighs.

“i just don’t want to feel like a shameful secret, osc.” you tell him quietly, the words heavy on your tongue.

“you won’t, not anymore. ‘m so sorry, sweetheart.” he lulls, kissing over your hairline.

“how do we make this work? and how are we ever gonna explain this to-“

“lando.” oscar cuts you off, shifting uncomfortable. “he’s going to murder me and my entire bloodline.” he chuckles nervously.

“he won’t murder you. he might put you in a gravel trap, though.” you roll onto your side, smiling teasingly up at him and he rolls his eyes.

“i’ll take the heat. you’re worth it.”

-

“promise me.” you pant, his hips grinding into you. you’re curled into his chest, still spooning and barely awake. he’d woken up needy, and you were even needier, the faint glow of early morning sunshine washing over you through a crack in the beige curtains.

“anything.” oscar stutters, his breath warm against the back of your neck. his nose bumps your skin, teeth scraping the shell of your ear.

you stop meeting his thrusts. he whines low, wordlessly pleading for you to resume. he ruts his hips against your ass, chasing friction.

“tell me it’s all gonna be different now.”

“i already told you, i-“ oscar grunts.

“promise me.” you purposely clamp down on him, a hiss sounding from between his gritted teeth.

“promise, i promise, i love you.”

you giggle, rocking your hips again, fucking yourself onto him once more.

“i know.”

“you gonna let me off the hook?” oscar pants in your ear, tugging on your earlobe with his teeth.

“still gotta prove yourself, piastri.” you moan.

he feels deeper like this and he knows it, revelling in the way he’s filled you up so perfectly. he rolls into you slowly, sliding against each and every spot that makes you squirm. you drop your guard, going limp in his arms to let him finish you off.

“you nearly there, sweetheart? you gonna cum for me, love?” his accents thickens in the mornings, husky and intoxicating. you fall apart, then, and he stays buried inside of you, the only sounds in the room your matching heavy breathing.

“i need you to get dressed.” oscar kisses your cheek.

“kicking me out already?” you feign offence, looking at him over your shoulder.

his fingers come to cup your chin, his forehead resting against yours.

“there’s something we gotta do.”

-

you’re wearing your skirt from the day before, the waistband rolled over to make up for the oscar-destroyed zipper. his hoodie that you’ve stolen almost completely covers the short skirt, and your messy hair and poorly removed makeup don’t do much to convince anyone that you’d actually slept in your own room last night.

still rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you don’t really comprehend where oscar is leading you, but when the elevator dings, signalling that you’ve reached the restaurant floor, you’re suddenly painfully awake. time seems to move in slow motion, your tummy twisting as you realise what’s about to happen.

ahead of you, tucked into the corner of the restaurant is your brother, jon, and ashley. lando is already draped in team kit, the papaya of his hoodie blaring obnoxiously for once, a warning sign.

“oscar, what-“

“i’m doing this.” he affirms, speeding up his stride.

oh my god oh my god oh my fucking god.

your heart speeds up, dropping to the pit in your belly when lando notices you, eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched, eyes taking in the bewildering sight before him. his baby sister, disheveled and wide-eyed, and his teammate holding her hand, on a mission.

“what the fuck am i looking at?” lando doesn’t sound angry, per say, more perplexed than anything. there is an edge to his voice that you don’t particularly like, but he hasn’t started swinging yet, you suppose.

“i’m in love with your sister. like, for real. you deserve to know that.” oscar says confidently, somewhat monotonously.

lando opens his mouth, closes it. opens it again, closes it. he repeats the process a few more times, going through the motions of an emotional rollercoaster.

but then, he sighs deeply, a grin of disbelief stretching across his face. jon bangs on the table excitedly, and ash is shaking his head.

“you owe us so much money.” jon laughs, his head tipping back.

“pay up, boss.” ash sticks his hand out expectantly, smirking across the table.

“what… what?” you exclaim, narrowing your eyes in confusion.

“i didn’t wanna believe them.” lando shrugs.

“don’t blame you.” oscar chimes in, and you stare between the two mclaren drivers in bewilderment.

“are you okay with this?” you question, staring your brother in the eyes, still a bit disoriented by the entire situation. his face softens, a genuine smile lingering small on his lips.

“if you’re happy, i’ll make my peace with it.” lando’s eyes flit between you and oscar.

all of the sudden, a look of horror crosses his face, and his voice turns stern.

“but,” he inhales shakily. “if i ever, ever, hear again what i think i heard last night,” he glares at oscar, pointing one firm finger at the australian, who stands up a bit straighter. “you’re dead, piastri.”

jon and ash bite back giggles at the empty threat, and you take it upon yourself to put an end to the situation before it gets any more awkward.

“well, on that note!” you sing-song, dragging oscar away.

“and make sure you’re using protection!” lando calls out, panic stricken, big brother mode activated.

“oh my god.” you blush dark pink, speeding up, the elevator in your sights.

“that went well.” oscar quips sarcastically. he looks rather happy with himself.

you kiss him as soon as the metal doors shut.

-

you do go out after the race, but for once it’s not to drink away the memories of a weekend in oscar’s arms. this time, it’s to celebrate the fact that you can love him out loud, and he’ll do the same right back.

you’re dancing in his arms, bright lights in shades of blues and purples streaming over your bodies. oscar holds you close, keeps you wrapped in his arms, despite the shock on the faces of others at the sight of lando norris’s baby sister publicly besotted with his teammate.

when oscar kisses you deep, smiling against your lips that taste like cherry liquor, you know that this last year of your life wasn’t in vain.

you and oscar, you’re built to last.

-

“how did you not see it, mate?” charles beams, crinkles by his eyes from the wide smile he’s sporting. he’s clearly drunk, but lando is too.

it appears he’s clocked the brits sister and her australian suitor on the dance floor.

the monagasque has rocked up to the bar with alex and pierre in tow, the three of them slapping lando on the back as they arrive.

“i guess there were signs.” lando shrugs, dragging his finger over the rim of the crystal glass.

“signs? mate it was obvious.” pierre chuckles, pushing lando’s shoulder.

“wait, you all knew?” lando splutters.

yeah. duh. come on, man.

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“it’s funnier.” charles… winks? it’s hard to tell with him.

lando finds you in the crowd, grinning up at oscar like he hung the stars in the sky. the younger mclaren driver returns your look, and it sparks warmth in lando’s chest.

you’re gonna be okay.

-

hehe

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[marlenesluv]

omg hi babe loved the oscar smut! i was wondering if u could do a smutty smau about him. like everyone thinks his relationship is so wholesome and sweet (like shes the picture perfect housewife pretty much), but then their sex tape gets leaked and its NASTY and like some photos get leaked and her ass is all bruised

Leaked. (OP)

hi!! thank you so much! and omg fuck, i love this?! i read this and had to start writing immediately.

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

fc: no fc! j pinterest pics

warnings: i would say 18+, lots of sexual language, cussing, some suggestive photos

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y/n.user: my sweet sweet boy and mimosas🧡

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oscarpiastri: i love you, my sweet sweet girl

↳ y/n.user: hmph🥹🥹

f1wags: the way she posts him >

user4: they literally have the most wholesome relationship on the grid

danielricciardo: i would actually like photo credits for the first photo😁🙋‍♂️

↳ y/n.user: i’m not adding that to the caption, but if ppl read your comment, they’ll know!!

↳ danielricciardo: oh😃

piastri.fp: y/n is so good for oscar. he’s so gentle with her, like wtf, don’t make me feel lonelier

user9: guys wake up, our fav wag j posted

f1editpage: this is why my page is full of y/n and oscar edits, they are too cute

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twitter:

F1 Updates and News @f1newsupdate • 3hr

Breaking F1 Oscar Piastri and girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N’s sex tape is leaked!! It has spread wide and far over twitter and porn sites already….

The couple has yet to post anything on the matter. But explicit photos have also been released. Fans aren’t sure what to make of this. No one expected Y/N, the innocent and sweet girlfriend, to be in this situation.

↳ Papaya Boys @papayaboys111 • 3hr

“explicit photos” mhmm. literally photos of her bruised ass 😭

↳ Monaco Bby @monacomylove • 3hr

no cuz the tape was hot, and anyone that disagrees is a liar. the way he kept slapping her ass and then throwing his head back when she gave him head? i’m deceased

↳ F1 Fanpage @formula1fp • 2hr

i agree, i mean, they filmed it and put sm effort, i have to watch!

↳ Y/N’s Fanpage @fpy/n • 2hr

when oscar ate her out and shook his head? when she grabbed his hair and pulled?? when he said “go on, baby. you’re such a good girl for me, arent you?”🫠🫠🫠🫠

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oscarpiastri: whatever. at least we’re hot. you’re welcome

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user3: BRO SAID “you’re welcome”….. and yk what? THANK YOUUUUU

y/n.user: we did look so good

↳ oscarpiastri: we always do

f1wags: jaws = dropped (slay tho)

carlossainz55: i’m not even sure if i want to know

↳ maxverstappen1: seriously? you don’t know?

↳ carlossainz55: what happened??

↳ charles_leclerc: their sex tape got leaked

↳ carlossainz55: oh no! i am so sorry guys 😟

↳ landonorris: i don’t even think they care

↳ oscarpiastri: we don’t

y/nfp: y/n moaning is forever engraved in my brain now

↳ f1edits: oscar biting and licking her tits in engraved in my mind😵‍💫

↳ mclarenfans: how about when he said “come on, doll. you can take it, hm? my good girl.” 🫨

user7: you guys are really owning this, huh? as you should, it was hot and will be in history textbooks

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y/n.user: i guess we pulled a kim k👄

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user3: LMAO THE CAPTION IS ICONIC

oscarpiastri: come to bed so i can fuck you🤪

↳ y/n.user: 🏃‍♀️

↳ landonorris: have you two NO shame???

↳ oscarpiastri: not really

↳ danielricciardo: what do they even have to loose? their tape is already leaked, everyone knows

f1edits3: shameless, as you should be, that tape was hottttt

y/nfanpage8: everyone is talking about the tape, but not mentioning that it was literally 2 hours long

↳ papayaedits2: how is home girl even sitting? her ass was bruised as ffuuucccck

user2: these pics are slaying

oscarfans11: our girl isn’t as innocent as we thought, but i’m so here for it

francisca.cgomes: okayyyy, go off babe

↳ y/n.user: kikaaaaa

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oscarpiastri: i’ll always kneel for my queen

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y/n.user: 👸

*liked by creator*

f1wagpage: SHE IS A QUEEN

user3: kneeling js like he did when he took her thing off in the tape🤭

↳ formula1page: with his teeth🫠

maxverstappen1: you’re so whipped, mate. also, answer my callls??

↳ y/n.user: he can’t, he busy on his knees

↳ maxverstappen1: oh my god🤦‍♂️ i didn’t need to know that

mclarenposts81: i’m deceased, their tape being leaked is the best thing ever cuz now we have unhinged y/n and oscar

lilymhe: literal “it” couple

↳ alex_albon: and we aren’t?

↳ lilymhe: erm, we are the best, but they are the “it” couple

↳ alex_albon: oh

↳ lilymhe: no alex, it’s not a bad thing. i love youuu

↳ alex_albon: okay, i love you too

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snippet from interview with y/n y/l/n, talking about her leaked tape:

interviewer: “so, y/n, how did you and oscar react when you found out your tape had been leaked?”

y/n: “at first, we were a bit shocked and scared, wondering how mclaren and f1 as a whole would react. but after we realized that they didn’t care, since it was out of our hands, we embraced it” *laughs*

interviewer: “i see” *laughs* “were you afraid of friend and family seeing it?”

y/n: “oh, of course! but we both messaged our parents and told them so they wouldn’t stumble across it and not know what it was.”

interviewer: “and how about now? you and oscar seem fairly content with the tape being leaked.”

y/n: “well, of course it sucks, but oscar and i are hot, and we love each other. we’re secure in our relationship and our bodies, so we mind, of course, but we will continue to make light of it and joke around.”

interviewer: “i see. well, thank you for taking time to speak with me, y/n! enjoy the race, and i wish oscar luck.”

y/n: “of course! and thank you! have an amazing day.” *smiles and stands up and walks toward oscar and lando*

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y/n.user: back to our innocent posts (for now)

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user6: not sure if that’s what we wanted, but we love content no matter what. you guys are the cutest

oscarpiastri: my pretty girl ❤️

↳ y/n.user: my pretty boy ❤️

↳ oscarpiastri: oh yeah, i’m gonna need you to say that more

f1updates: you guys are too damn hot, wtf

y/n.fp: oh, we’re back to innocent oscar and y/n

danielricciardo: once again, photo credits for the first one

↳ y/n.user: what is up with you and these photo credits??

↳ danielricciardo: they are good photos and people need to know that i’m the one that took them

user9: i js wanna hear oscar beg to cum in her again

↳ user5: i just rewatch LOL. its like my cocomelon

georgerussell63: oh finally, i can go on instagram again

↳ y/n.user: you’re so dramatic

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[crystallizedtwilight]

how is it that the instant i pick up one piece, u make a TON of OP art? like thanks universe!!! perfect timing! (geniunely its kinda funny. favorite artist + new favorite show ever)

also the way u draw Buggy's hair,,,,,,,, augh i love it sm

Thank you! I'm so touched to be your favorite artist 🥹 I hope the series brings you as much joy as it is bringing me!

[skitskatdacat63]

helloooo you haven’t heard from me in a while but since i consider u an f1 historian i just saw on tiktok a video of an intro (before the 2012 korean gp i assume) where they had the drivers with gangnam style as the music… i was wondering if you might have it since that has been driving me insaaaane 😭😭 thank you sm catie have a lovely day 🫶

Hallo!!!! Nice to see you again! I'm glad I can be held in such high esteem 😭 But please anon, we def saw the same tiktok, this one, right? A great thanks to the op on tiktok who linked me the video!!

Why did you have to force me think again about all the Gangnam Style stuff in F1 in 2012 though????(ex. BBC vid with PSY, vid/pics of Seb and Mark with PSY, both learning the dance, as well as other clips of drivers such as Felipe and Nico dancing)

[mobsplainer]

beanie babies for @wee00

Not sure if this is what u meant,,,,I was gonna draw some beanie babies I had as a kid but then I saw the frog and the crab and blacked out

[tojisun]

SUNNY <3 I HAVE A SMOL QUESTION IF YOU HAVE A MOMENT BECAUSE IM OBSESSED WITH THE BIKER!SIMON AU

So we already know how scary our boy is 🤭🤭 and we know he has connections and works at the shop/garage with our favorite boys… but like my question is are they still soldiers or are they just in like different jobs??

This world has me obsessed and feel like a detective trying to put together every small bit of information of this world because I adore it <33

ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU SUNNY AND I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING HOLIDAY AND I WILL BE BACK EVENTUALLY LUV <33

HI ODDY <333 thank u sm AHHH im glad that u like the series teehee mwahhh

i have a draft pending about biker!141 about this!! (thank u gi @hotcocokiss for the prompt — it was one of her old asks that i still couldnt complete :(( im sorry sweet luv hsjdhsh)

but currently, the working headcanon is that the 141 served (as a local garrison instead of a task force) but not together! although kyle n johnny were in the same regiment and then they met the rest in the biker scene. then idk they all decided to work in the same shop which is actually price’s! (it’s gon be part of the ‘price in a harley’ ask — him fixing it up was such a tedious project so it kinda makes sense that he’s the one w the shop for it!)

thinking about it rn, it kinda doesnt make sense ig? but having served was why they have connections :’>

it’s genuinely so ooc of them all (to not get through their servitude n just go on into being a spec ops) so do forgive me that if this wasnt what u (guys) envisioned :((

thank u oddy for askin ahhhh and for supporting the series altogether!! take care sweet luv <33

[aratribow]

your artwork of yanqing dying in jing yuan's arms is so much. to me. its so fucked up and so probable to happen for real. even worse that yanqing is covered in auspicious charms in-game, not just the longevity lock. it's like jing yuan doing everything in his ability to make sure yanqing could grow up safe and happy... yet no amount of preparation and foresight could keep death from taking his child away so early.

EXACTLY!!! like the fact that Jing Yuan adorns his son with sm amount of good luck/protection charms is everything to me, and again, yes, you're right, no amounts of preparation or foresight can keep his child away from harm who's active on the front lines, but despite all that he still tries to keep yq away from harm as much as he could which again opens up with ANOTHER pandora's box of insecurity in yq (tfw when ur dad is ur general as well KDNDJEN). Just gives to show how much yq actually means to jy and just how much he's afraid of losing...

But yea, not just yq, but jy has so many too many death flags for my heart as well KEBDNEN I just chose not to think bout it cause it fucks me up so bad AKSNSJNS, just praying to hoyo gods for happy jy retirement and happy yq and no such ahem ahems (delulu is the solulu fr)

Anygays, THANK U SM FOR YOUR ASK OP!! m happy to know u like my work! I just love mcd with a passion ^^

Have a great day/night!! MWAH ^3^

[the-choir-inbox]

op do u handwrite the text or is it a font? if its a font which one?? it looks really nice I love it sm

[thank you! it’s kind of both. i made a font out of my handwriting!]

[danandphilupdates]

op I fall a little bit in love with u each time you write a caption with "retweeted" instead of "reposted" thank u sm

i have not updated that app in like over a year, i absolutely refuse no matter how much it tells me to, it will always be a retweet in my heart 💔😓