#my mate (and host for my time in May)

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Things that has been added to my list of things to do in Indy:

Go to the roundabout at 96th and Allisonvile Road.

[smutoperator]

Art of Escape

Kim Minjeong (Winter), Fukutomi Tsuki x Male Reader

Tags: ahegao, boat sex, creampie, cum licking, doggystyle, dream girlfriend, facial, kissing-and-fucking, (a little) lesbian, mating press, passionate sex, (lots of) oral sex, prone bone, public sex, pussy eating, riding, threesome, voyeurism

Word count: 5155.

Hyundai Yacht Seoul Club, May 9th, 2024

It was just a regular morning for a rich dude like you, anchoring your boat at the Hyundai Yacht Club, completely unaware it was about to host an event for a major brand. As you got there, a blonde girl caught your attention.

Once the event was finished, you approached her. "What's your name?" you asked. "I'm Winter," she said. "Are you sure? Because you're hotter than summer," you told her. "You're not the first to tell me this," she said.

Your first attempt seemed to have backfired, but Winter quickly opened herself up. She was very cute and witty, and you two were quickly talking a lot. After a while, you made an invitation to her.

"Want to ride on my boat?" you asked Winter. "Oh, I would love it," she told you. You detached the boat from the pier and set sail on the river, quickly leaving your boat on autopilot to spend time with Winter on the yacht's main deck. You two had just known each other but were already hugging and kissing like longtime lovers.

"It's so beautiful in here," Winter said about the view. "But is it more beautiful than you?" you asked her, making Winter blush. Her pale skin turning red made her look even prettier. Little did you know, she was about to get much bolder.

"Can I take your pants off?" She asked you, who at first hesitated. "Nobody will see it," she said. Indeed, after the yacht had set sail, you two were just a pair of dots that could barely be seen from the river's banks.

"Let me suck that cock," Winter said to you. Who didn't know such a cute girl could be this naughty? Getting a public blowjob wasn't a fantasy you had on the top of your list, but surely it was quickly rising up your rankings as Winter slowly wrapped her lips around your shaft, kissing and licking it while slowly bobbing her head down it. Her very calm pace of sucking your dick made every licking she gave it even better, as she took her time to run her mouth all over your length.

"I love your taste," Winter said as she kissed your tip. You just gave her free reign, amazed at her great cocksucking skills. Her cute smile contrasted with her sexy tongue, which was making killer moves on your pecker. "Oh, my love, you're so good at that," you told her. "Because I want to have it all," Winter replied.

Winter continued to suck your cock in the middle of the river, not caring about the surroundings. As a matter of fact, if a boat spotted both of you, even better. The cute girl turned into a naughty slut when no one was looking. Her mouth was full of cock, just the way she liked it. But little did she know she had company alongside her on the yacht itself.

"You seem to be enjoying it, Minjeong unnie," Tsuki said out of nowhere. She had followed Winter and you to the boat and was watching her sucking your cock for a couple minutes. "Who is she? Also, Minjeong? Didn't you tell me your name was Winter?" you asked. At the event in the yacht club, you were so focused on Winter that you forgot there was another girl beside her at the event. 

"Her name is Tsuki; she was at the Polo event with me. And yeah, my real name is Minjeong; Winter is just the stage name." Winter explained. "So, are you a model? Actress?" you tried to guess. "Well, not quite; we are singers," she continued. "I wish I had seen her there, because she's very cute as well," you told Winter. "So, Tsuki, do you want to join us?" you asked back.

"You didn't even have to ask," Tsuki replied. "Come here and try it," Winter said to her. "Wow!" Tsuki was impressed by the size of your cock. "She's good, isn't she?" Winter asked you. "Very good," you replied.

But more than Tsuki's abilities to suck cock, what impressed you the most were her facial expressions while doing so. They were a treat on their own. The way she rolled her eyes and moved her facial muscles with your cock in her throat was something else. You weren't aware it was what made her famous in the first place, so it was fairly new to you to see a girl sucking cock while making such crazy expressions.

Tsuki, let Winter have your cock again. Even without it in her mouth, she kept doing her crazy moves, especially while licking your shaft to the side. Her and Winter shared a kiss with your tip right in the middle of it, making you go crazy. "That's such a dream," you told them.

After a couple more minutes of cock-sucking, Winter and Tsuki stripped themselves naked and started kissing each other. You watched them before you took your clothes off yourself. "You like that?" Winter asked as Tsuki gave her a big smile. The two kept the kissing going, with Winter now moving her mouth all over Tsuki's neck, which made the Japanese girl pull off another hot facial expression. 

"She's so tall and pretty." Winter praised Tsuki's visuals as she now kissed her bare tits. "So beautiful," she said, massaging Tsuki's boobs further, a move she was very well-versed at after doing it so often to Karina in Aespa's dorm rooms.

"I'm getting so horny massaging her tits," Winter tells you. "Me too," Tsuki says right after. "Me too," you say, but it takes too long, as the girls are back into kissing each other under your watch.

You soon join the fun, surprising Tsuki from behind as you run your hands into her body. "Ready to share her?" Winter asks you before commanding Tsuki to lay down on her back.

Tsuki spreads her legs and lies down, showing off the fat outer lips on her pussy. "Such a pretty pussy," Winter tells you as she bends over. "I wanna taste it," she says, diving down the Japanese girl's folds. Tsuki rolls her eyes and keeps doing her facial expression show. "Let's try it together," Winter kisses you as you take your first dibs into Tsuki's clit.

Winter moves into kissing Tsuki's thighs, letting you take care of her pussy by yourself. Tsuki starts to moan as she now looks like an anime character with their eyes closed. But things get even hotter as a trio of lips now share a kiss: yours, Winter's, and Tsuki's pussy.

You and Winter move your tongues together along Tsuki's folds, paying special attention to her clit. Tsuki just moans as both of you move your tongues up and down her folds, blowing the air from your noses into her insides. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you would be kissing such a beautiful girl while licking another's cunt at the same time. This feels like heaven on Earth.

Winter and you trade blows eating Tsuki's pussy. It turns out Winter's oral skills aren't just applicable to cocks; she really knows how to eat a pussy well, feasting all over Tsuki's meaty folds, making them throb and pulse each time she licks them. Winter does it so well that you make sure to kiss her as soon as she is done, trying to taste as much as you can of Tsuki's pussy flavor in her mouth.

Minjeong spreads Tsuki's pussy lips further for you to tongue the Japanese girl even deeper. You two keep teaming up as Tsuki's moans grow louder. "Wow, I've never had my pussy eaten like this before," Tsuki says. Winter is clearly the star of the show; her kissing and tonguing of Tsuki's pussy are otherworldly and drive the Japanese girl wild.

"I think he wants some attention too," Winter says, letting Tsuki stand up to kiss you. Minjeong is truly selfless, putting her partner's pleasure over hers. Tsuki and her team up on your cock once again, but Winter goes straight to your balls, letting Tsuki take your shaft all by herself. Groans come out of your mouth as they prove to be a killer combo, with Winter even trying to match Tsuki's ahegao antics while engulfing your testicles.

"Fuck," you curse for the first time as Tsuki deepthroats you and gives you a big smile, bobbing her head without needing to use her hands to work on your shaft. Down low, Winter is just amazing, heating up your balls perfectly while letting Tsuki lick your shaft like an ice cream.

"I want it too," Winter says in a rare selfish act, snatching your cock away from Tsuki. I can't blame her. That shaft is just too big not to get a good taste of Minjeong's sexy mouth. Winter is really horny, her nipples already fully erected as she fulfills her public sex fantasies staring at the amazing views from the Han River.

Winter clearly brings some extra heat compared to the first time sucking your cock. Tsuki smiles as she watches Minjeong go full slutty for your big dick, kissing you while massaging your balls. Winter stays focused, showing off how well she has perfected the art of oral sex. On and off the stage, Winter is a real ace.

"Wow, she's so hungry," Tsuki says as she takes another turn on your cock. Winter doesn't rest, though, going right back towards more ball-licking. "Oh my God, you two are killing me," you tell them. "Glad you like it," Winter says.

You passionately kiss Winter's cock-flavored mouth. She truly feels like a girl who's from another universe, sent by some mystical creature that wanted to bless you. It doesn't hurt that she has a hot, sexy friend as well.

"Let's take it together," Winter says as Tsuki and her team up to lick your shaft. The girls get their mouths close to each other and lick your snake like a pair of snakes poisoning their prey. Tsuki moves down to your balls while Winter keeps licking that hard pole. Even the birds want to watch them work on your cock as a few land on your yacht, just as the two beautiful girls increase their pace of sucking.

"Suck that cock," Winter tells Tsuki using a soft voice, pushing the Japanese girl's head down that dick before doing it herself. The two keep taking turns getting your cock covered in spit. Until Minjeong finally tells her next move.

"I want it inside me," Winter says to you. "Ohhh, you're really horny today, unnie," Tsuki says right after. "Come to me," you tell Winter, putting her head on Tsuki's belly, who assists you by inserting your cock right at Winter's pussy.

You groan the moment you get inside Minjeong. Her walls are ultra tight and squeeze you right from the beginning. You slowly push it up as Tsuki fingers Winter's pussy. "Get deeper inside me," Winter demands. "Let me see that big cock penetrating my pussy," she continues.

"Put it all in. Fuck me," Winter says. She's so cute giving you those commands; her nipples are fully hard as Tsuki rubs her hands on them. You two quickly develop great chemistry as you passionately fuck Minjeong, as she sexily moans every time your cock bulges under her skinny belly.

"It feels so good," Winter moans as you get deeper inside her tight pussy, picking up the pace as you share kisses with Tsuki before moving down to kiss Winter herself. "I love your cock," Minjeong tells you, who never thought missionary fucking could be this hot.

"I want more; take it deep in my pussy," Winter cutely commands. You happily oblige, as if you were using the keys to open the gates of heaven every time you stretch her out. The clapping noises emanate from her body as you fuck her faster and harder.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," Winter keeps moaning as you go even deeper. "Yes, fuck me," she moans again as Tsuki rubs her. You get addicted to her pussy. "You like it?" you ask her. "Yes, I love it so much," Minjeong replies. Everything about her is so genuine. 

"Fuck that pussy, ahhhhh," Winter demands. You are amazed at how cute she still looks, even with that long cock deep in her cunt. Winter becomes fully submissive to your cock as you now pound her in a mating press. "Ahhhh, such a big, big cock," she says, emphasizing your size.

"Ahhh, make my pussy cream," Winter orders to you. Her juices can be seen at your shaft every time you pump out of her hole. You take her balls deep as she praises your cock every time you hit it in her cunt. "Ahhhh, you're so deep inside me," she continues.

"Keep going, all the way in," Winter says. You fuck her harder than ever. "Yeah, yeah, just stretch that pussy," she continues. You can't focus on anything except pounding it. Tsuki becomes just an afterthought in the background as your eyes are all on Minjeong. And more than your eyes, your cock is hyperfocused on destroying her tight pink pussy.

Winter's walls squeeze your cock just as you kiss her beautiful lips. You can't resist anymore, and you paint her insides white. It feels like you fucked her for over an hour, but you could barely last for five minutes inside her tight pussy.

But Minjeong isn't done. "I want to cum all over that cock," she tells you, making you put your cock back in her cream-filled pussy and quickly regain your erection. "Make me cum, baby," Winter tells you, who slowly fucks her pussy as a mix of cum and juices coats your shaft, with Winter getting closer to orgasm as Tsuki rubs her perky little tits and kisses Minjeong's moaning mouth.

"Faster, baby," Winter says as her voice gets more and more out of breath. She fingers herself and starts cumming nonstop as you kiss her while burying your big cock deep in her pussy. The warmth of her wet insides filled with your cum is such an amazing feeling that you make sure to enjoy every second of it.

"And now me?" Tsuki asks as you finally pull out of Winter. "My friend can't wait," Minjeong comments. "I'm very horny, just like you," Tsuki says. "Then come here," you tell her, after giving Winter's pussy a final kiss.

Tsuki gets on all fours as you and Winter rub your hands over her body, paying special attention to her cute butt. "Put your dick inside me; I need it," she says. After a little tease, you grant her wish, with just the feeling of your tip inside her cunt making Tsuki moan.

You and Winter share kisses as you slowly thrust inside Tsuki's pussy. Once again, Tsuki pulls off an incredible show with her facial expressions. But Winter's smile as you fuck her friend is just as good. You let Winter have a taste of your cock, now mixed with her juices and Tsuki's. Winter savors it for a good 30 seconds before putting your shaft back inside Tsuki.

Tsuki closes her eyes and moans even harder as Winter puts her tongue in the Japanese girl's asshole. "Fuck my pussy and eat my ass out, ahhhh" is all Tsuki can say in between more and more moans. "You like it?" Winter asks Tsuki. "Yes," she replies, struggling to even say those simple words as you put extra heat in her pussy.

Winter lays down in front of Tsuki, letting her friend finger her perfect pink pussy. "Come here, baby," Tsuki tells her, pushing Winter's body further close as she dives into Minjeong's pussy. Just as she does it, you pick up the pace much further. Tsuki smiles as your cock makes her pussy cream and her mouth makes Winter's do the same.

"That's so fucking good," Tsuki says as you pump her pussy harder and make her tits jiggle. "You look so pretty getting fucked like this," Winter tells her. She buries her face in Winter's pussy even further in response. "Hmmm, you like that big cock inside that pussy, don't you?" Winter asks. Tsuki answers positively, but it gets muffled by her mouth being all over Minjeong's folds.

"She's such a good girl, being the perfect sleeve for that cock," Winter says about Tsuki to you. "Ahhh, fuck," Tsuki moans as Minjeong does it. You rub your hands all over Tsuki's ass, giving it a little tap. "You like to be slapped?" you ask her. "Hmmmm," Tsuki says.

"Make her pussy cream; slap her hard," Winter orders you, who obviously follow. Tsuki's pale skin is built to get slapped; you love how quickly her ass turns heads. "Ouch!" she screams as you tap her sensitive and cute ass. Winter and her share kisses as you pound Tsuki hard and deep.

"I've never done something like this before," Winter tells Tsuki as she massages her tits. "Me too," Tsuki says, already out of breath as you keep fucking her. "Show her who's in control; get on top of her," Winter orders you, ready to get much spicier.

You mount on top of Tsuki while your cock is still deep in her pussy. "Oh, fuck," Tsuki says as she's about to get turned into a submissive cocksleeve. You and Winter kiss each other as she enjoys watching Tsuki get plowed. But no one enjoys it more than the Japanese fucktoy, who smiles and makes a lot of naughty faces as you manhandle her cunt.

"YEAH. OH. OH. OH. OH." Tsuki moans. "Fuck her like she's your bitch," Winter keeps demanding. You hammer Tsuki like a bull while staring at Minjeong's beautiful and lustful eyes. Tsuki just closes her eyes as her pussy gets utterly destroyed. "OH MY GOD," she says as you pound her to submission, looking now at the perfect sight of her body on all fours while Winter licks her chops, wishin she was at Tsuki's place.

"Put it back; I want more," Tsuki asks when you give her a little relief. She rests her head on the boat's floor as you keep plowing her, fingering herself as she approaches her orgasm. "Yes, yes, yes," Tsuki says in a barely audible manner, her mouth fully open like the one of an onahole. 

But you just can't stop fucking that juicy and tight Japanese pussy. Winter gives Tsuki's head a little kiss and then asks her, "Ready to cum?" Tsuki can't even answer as she looks at you, fucking her like a toy and wishing you could do this to her forever. "Keep going like that," she says, but her voice is so weak now that you barely hear it.

"I'm gonna cum," Tsuki whispers, but loud enough for both of you to hear. Winter loves when those words come from her mouth, making a shocked expression of her own. "Make her cum," she just says, smiling as she watches Tsuki close her eyes and open her mouth to the fullest as her pussy creams all over your cock. With it still deep inside her, you give Tsuki short but fast thursts. "HMMM. HMMM. HMMM. HMMM. HMMMM," she moans, reaching her orgasm with your cock hitting all the way into her cervix.

"Oh God," Tsuki says with a big smile on her face as she stares at you. But Winter is quick to give you another kiss as you slow down until you pull out of Tsuki. "Come here to taste it." You stand up and tell both girls as they get on their knees, ready to worship that cock. Winter arrives first on the scene. "Let me taste your pussy," she tells Tsuki, sucking your big cock without using her hands. Tsuki then follows suit as the two sloppily bob their heads on your prick before placing it in between their mouths.

"Stay like this," you tell the girls, who smile at each other. Winter is the happiest one, as she looks behind and sees you getting ready to take her pussy again, this time from behind. You line your cock up against her entrance so perfectly that you don't even need to use your hands to adjust. Minjeong closes her eyes as her pussy gets slowly stretched out.

"Ahhhh," Winter moans with a sexy smile on her face. You take it slow as her moans get more prolonged with each thrust you give her. "Tell me about it," Tsuki asks Minjeong. "It's... so... big," it's all she can say. But it's the truth after all, as she enjoys your nine-inch monster stretching her out in a prone-bone position. "Ok," Tsuki tells her in such a manner that you can tell she's bragging about taking it like a champion just moments ago.

Winter kisses Tsuki as your cock gets deeper and deeper inside her. You're very passionate, not wanting to hurt your beautiful lover. "Even full of dick, you still look so cute, Minjeong unnie," Tsuki says. She's telling the truth. Winter is truly capable of being the cutest girl in the world, no matter what she's doing.

Winter gets surprised when you finally commit to getting into the depths of her cunt. "Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh," she lets out successive moans. But you stay deep inside her as Minjeong's walls clench around your cock. "Oh, my God," she says. You don't even need to thrust inside her anymore; your meat and her cunt are perfectly interlocked now. It's like the sword in the stone myth, and whoever manages to pull you out of Minjeong will be crowned king.

"This is so good; you're so tight," you tell Winter. "I'm curious to see how your friend takes it," you continue, moving sideways to take on Tsuki next. "She's ready for you." Winter says this as you two kiss each other again.

Tsuki softly moans, as she's next in line. The slow pumps you give her already make her roll her eyes. Winter smiles as she stares at Tsuki, who's struggling to take your cock deep in her pussy. "Yesss, ahhhhh," Tsuki moans as you start clapping against her cheeks. Winter, as the dream girlfriend, gets all the kisses. Meanwhile, for the slutty Tsuki, all she gets is pounding after pounding from your hard cock.

You quickly increase the speed, brining a lot of heat into Tsuki's pussy, her body getting pressed to the floor at each thurst. Winter never thought of herself as a voyeur before, but she really enjoys watching her friend get plowed. "Ohhh, God, fuck," Tsuki says as you pin her completely to the floor, stretching your hands to grope her perky tits.

"YESSS, AHHHH, AHHHH," Tsuki moans under Winter's watchful eyes. At this point, Minjeong is licking her chops, amazed as she watches both of you engage in a torrid sex session. Tsuki is really the perfect fucktoy to pound against the floor of your boat, as she covers it with the juices leaking out from her pussy. "You're hitting her so deeply; I love it," Winter says. Tsuki can only laugh to hide how she gets increasingly sensitive and throbs harder at each new thrust you give her.

"So deep, I like that," Tsuki says as you get completely on top of her, all while sharing kisses with Winter. Her eyes roll, and her tongue sticks out as you make her cum. "That's so good, oh yeah," Tsuki says, barely able to feel her legs now. You even give her a double massage: your hands press her shoulders up top while your meat presses her cunt down low. Even after she cums, Tsuki wants more. "Go back, please," she tells you, who obliges and gives her a few extra thrusts into her throbbing vagina, kissing her and Winter when you're finally done.

"I want something from you girls now," you tell them. "One of them is riding my cock while the other sits on my face," you say. Tsuki kisses you and quickly offers the pussy you just destroyed for you to savor. Winter dives into your cock and warms it up for the ride of her life. The Japanese girl gets the early pleasure, as you are already licking her folds before Winter can even position herself to get impaled by your monster cock.

Winter starts riding your cock, and you feel blessed. The view. The girls. The sex. This day couldn't have gone more perfect for you. It feels like heaven to have two girls using your body as a way to please themselves to the fullest.

As you tongue Tsuki's pussy harder, Minjeong increases the pace of her ride. Their moans blend with each other, and you can't tell which one is getting the most pleasure. But by the way their folds gush all over your tongue and cock, you can tell they are having a lot of it. Tsuki runs her hands over Winter's pale butt as the snow girl gives you such a hot ride that it could make your cock melt. "You're working on this cock so well," Tsuki says, impressed at Minjeong's riding skills.

Winter spreads her cheeks as she lets you thrust upwards against her tight pussy. Every time you get to hit her cervix, she lets out an out-of-breath moan, and her asshole involuntarily winks. Loud noises come out as the hips of both of you clash against each other. Minjeong doesn't hold back, meeting your thursts full of enthusiasm and moaning the loudest she's done so far.

The riding keeps going on as Minjeong shows no signs of slowing down. Out of all positions, cowgirl might be her favorite. She loves the feeling of taking control and stuffing herself full of cock, and she seems to be easily winning the battle now, bouncing on your pole at full speed and enjoying when Tsuki pushes her further down and impales her to the max against your cock.

More time passes by, and Winter keeps going on with her cock-riding show. You and Tsuki basically forget about anything, taking all your focus away from watching the Queen Minjeong ride spectacle. Winter feels flaunted as all eyes are on her, giving all her effort. She is truly the living proof of the planet getting warmer than ever, because you've never seen a hotter Winter than the one on top of your cock.

Tsuki gets out of your face to take a privileged seat at Winter, making your cock melt. The Japanese girl masturbates herself as watching Minjeong get impaled proves to be a massive turn-on for her. "Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhh, Oh my God, Oh my God," Winter manages to outdo herself in cuteness once again, coming up with the softest moans you've seen. Tsuki watches all of it, all her fingers now deep in her cunt. Both she and Winter closed their eyes at the same time and even managed to say the same words together:

"I AM. CUMMING.".

Winter's legs get weaker as she rests her body on top of yours, only to be surprised by a gush of squirt coming off Tsuki's pussy. You're so addicted to her pussy you don't pull out at any moment, kissing Minjeong as her face gets within your range and giving her waist and butt a little massage. Winter finally pulls out, staring at Tsuki creaming herself, and then gives the Japanese girl the final command.

"Finish him," Winter tells her, getting your cock wet for one final round of pussy pounding. Her heavenly mouth almost makes Minjeong fulfill her own command by herself, as you have to pinch yourself not to cum. Tsuki saves you at the last second, offering you her tits and mouth for you to kiss. 

Tsuki gets a taste of your cock before she sits on it. Doing so in reverse cowgirl, she tells who the audience of her cock-riding show will be: she wants to do it looking at Minjeong's beautiful face and show her first and foremost her best facial expressions.

Winter pushes Tsuki's hair down to get a better view of her face as the Japanese girl finally takes a sit on your prick. Tsuki rides it as Winter stares at her stretched-out pussy. You two put on a great show for Minjeong to watch as Tsuki runs her hands all over your shaft while bouncing on it. Winter stays with one hand fully attached to her pussy, the other rubbing your thighs to get you even closer to the edge.

You grab Tsuki's waist, trying to tame her, but she barely flinches. Fully committed to the mission Winter gave her, she rides you even harder, massaging your balls to add some extra spice. Winter aides her, licking her chops as she sees some sticky liquids straight out of Tsuki's cunt coating your shaft.

"Fuck him hard, make him cum," Winter keeps ordering as Tsuki gets your cock inside her all the way down to your balls. You start losing control and plow upwards against her pussy, making splashy noises when you hit her deep, as her cunt is extremely wet now. Tsuki opens her mouth to the fullest every time you hit her cervix, her ahegao getting crazier the more cock she takes.

Tsuki turns into a moaning mess as you two fuck like crazy animals. Winter can't believe what she's seeing, making shocked expressions as she watches you stuff Tsuki's cunt. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM," Tsuki says as her legs close and she starts orgasming, expelling your cock out of her pussy. "Put it back, put it back," she demands, her voice completely lost at this point. Tsuki masturbates herself as she creams all over your cock.

"Wow, that's beautiful," Winter says as Tsuki opens her legs back up. Minjeong places her hand over her lips and licks her chops as the intense pounding gets replaced by a passionate fucking, with Tsuki making one final wish.

"I want to see your cum covering all of my face," she tells you. As soon as you pull out, you start jerking off to Winter and Tsuki faces side by side. It doesn't take long before blasts of semen come out of your dick and paint Tsuki's face white as she sticks her tongue out in glee after you grant her wish.

Winter quickly comes up and licks the cum from Tsuki's face as the two swap it in their mouths in front of you. "Thanks; that was amazing," Minjeong kindly says. "I can't wait to rock your boat again," Tsuki completes.

The girls get dressed as you bring them back to where it all started. As they leave your boat at the yacht club, it seems like another typical fashion event for the brand they were endorsing.

But the truth is, in that day, Kim Minjeong and Fukutomi Tsuki mastered the art of escape. 

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I'd like to give a shoutout to @haiabd as they wrote a very similarly themed smut also featuring Winter and that boat event from last month. We went with slightly different focuses and partners (I picked Tsuki, they picked Chaewon, their smut features anal, mine doesn't). But every time something like this happens, I mention the other author. In the end, I wholeheartedly agree with them when they started their story saying: "These Winter pics are so good so I had to write about them", so I did the same.

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Star gazing with Eddie and venom, it be like a cute date that was totally venom idea but won't admit it and reader enjoying her time with them

.⋆｡Stars and Us｡⋆.

Eddie Brock x plus size reader

With no other options left, Eddie is forced to listen to his parasitic friend who’s secretly a massive romantic.

Warnings: fluff, Venom doesn’t have feelings (it totally does), brief mentions of smut WC: 1k

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Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Eddie wasn’t quite panicking, but he was close. He could at least convince himself that he had everything under control despite the end of the week looming ever closer. It was your three month anniversary. Three blissful months with the most incredible human he had ever met and even if you insisted that you didn’t need any big celebration, Eddie knew better. You deserved to be celebrated and worshiped, the only problem was, he had no fucking clue what he was doing.

The man was five articles deep on the best anniversary ideas but none of them would be perfect (or cheap enough). “Maybe she’d appreciate half a dozen orgasms and some shitty take out.” Eddie grunted as his forehead hit the desk, abandoning his quest with a whimper.

“That’s what you do every week.” Venom curled itself around Eddie’s broad shoulders, its white eyes skimming over the section on a Parisian getaway before looking down at its pouting host.

“It’s worked this far hasn’t it?”

“Pathetic.” Eddie’s head spun around so quickly his neck clicked. Venom sighed heavily and slunk back towards the kitchen. “You claim to love this human yet you do not put in any effort into seducing her. You just throw her around and expect her to enjoy it.” It plucked up a chocolate bar with a thin tendril, waving it in the air before it threw the sweet into its wide maw.

“Why are you suddenly an expert on dating? Last I checked, you barely even tolerated having her around if she wasn’t feeding you.” Venom scowled, releasing a soft growl as he licked his teeth clean. 

“You chose her as a mate, do not judge how I deal with it.” Eddie sighed and ran his fingers through his cropped hair. You would be home soon and he was running out of free time until it was your anniversary.

“Well, do you have any bright ideas on what I should do if you’re so smart.” Venom hummed, seeping back into Eddie just as your heels clicked up the hall.

“I may have an idea.”

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“I told you that we didn’t have to do anything today.” You giggled as Eddie helped you off his bike, his large hands deliberately lingering on your hips even after you found your footing. He just smirked and pressed a quick kiss to your full cheek as he reached behind you for the bag propped up behind your seat.

“And miss this chance to spoil you? Absolutely not.” You clung to his free arm, squeezing the hard muscle of his biceps as Eddie led you towards the empty field sprawled out in front of you. 

“You aren’t gonna kill me are you? Cause I didn’t tell my roommate where I was going tonight and I need someone to feed my fish for me.” Even though it was just shy of pitch black, you knew Eddie was rolling his eyes. His arm slipped from your hold for just a second and before you could reach around again for it, he grabbed your ass and gave it a generous squeeze.

Your surprised yelp carried across the field, as did Eddie’s accompanying laughter. “Hands off the goods, handsome.” You scolded but took his hand back in yours anyway, your fingers intertwining.

“Sorry princess.” Soon enough, you both slowed, coming to a patch where the grass wasn’t as long and the sound of crickets seemed to dull slightly. With another kiss to your cheek, Eddie pulled a blanket from his bag, laying it out perfectly with a flick of his wrists.

“Shit Brock, you practise that just for me?” 

“I was single for a long time, baby, these wrists have put in some real work.” You scrunched your nose and shoved him off you as Eddie went for another kiss.

“You’re disgusting.” But it came out as more of a giggle than anything else.

“And yet, you love the things these wrists can do.” He purred against your lips. 

Your arms wound around his neck, tugging him closer. “Oh you bet I do.” Just like always, you melted into his kiss, eagerly lapping up his affection as he held your waist to him. Just as his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, Eddie flinched and pulled away.

“Yeah, I hear you, there’s no need to threaten my liver.” 

“What’s Venom saying?” You asked with a voice full of fondness.

“Just reminding me why we brought you here in the first place.” He helped you down onto the blanket before joining you. Eddie guided your head to his chest as you wrapped yourself around him and finally looked up.

Millions of stars stretched across the night sky, each one shimmering brilliantly from their place in the universe. They clumped together like strokes of a paintbrush reaching all the way down to the horizon. “Wow.” You breathed. “I never knew you could see so many stars so close to the city. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Eddie’s fingers gently ran up and down your back as he hummed. “Yeah you are.” 

You tore your gaze away to look at your boyfriend, who was already looking at you. Heat crawled up your cheeks and you turned away. “Fucking sap.” You muttered as his chest rumbled with soft laughter.

He kissed the top of your head and finally joined you in watching the galaxy go by. 

“This is perfect Eds. Where did you come up with this?”

“Had some help from Venom. I was just gonna eat you out till you passed out.” You jammed your finger into his ribs just as Venom did the same thing from inside him. “Hey! I can’t have you both teaming up against me! I’m fragile.”

“Yeah right.” You said as Venom echoed the same sentiment, making Eddie smirk. “Will you thank it for me then, I don’t think I’ve ever had a man be this romantic for me before.”

Venom remained silent but Eddie could tell just how pleased it was. “I will. Happy 3 months princess.”

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Frat boy Kyle Spencer x fem!reader

tags: slight angst, fluffy smut!

warnings: swearing, public sex, mentions of Kyle's abuse (poor baby), handjob, p in v.

summary: frat boy kyle being a sweetheart. that's all i have to say.

character count: 11k.

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“I'm not going.” You replied, your voice firm and your eyes fixated on the math book that sat on the library's desk, trying to avoid the gaze-that you knew you couldn't resist-of the boy sitting in front of you. You heard him sigh as his doe eyes desperately tried to meet yours.

“But everyone is going…you can't miss it.” Kyle replied with his soft voice.

“I've never gone to any of those parties…why do you want me to go to this one so badly?” You spoke, with a noticeable hint of frustration in your voice.

“Because it's the end of the semester…something to celebrate. Plus, it's gonna be epic.” He said with a toothy smile plastered on his face.

“No, thanks. You know I don't roll with those frat boys.” You rolled your eyes, your words coming out harsh and spiteful.

“I'm a frat boy.” He said, raising an eyebrow, clearly confused by your statement.

“Yea- but you're…different.” You sighed.

It was true. He was indeed different from the frat boys he was friends with. You and Kyle met in Junior year of high school. You were paired up by your physics teacher, who suggested you could tutor Kyle, that at the time had terrible grades. You two clicked instantly, he was fun and outgoing, and you enjoyed spending time with him. Kyle had grown to be incredibly thankful for your help, in fact, he insisted that you were the one who made him passionate about physics, the subject that he used to despise and that now was his main department in college. Although he could seem like the usual asshole frat boy, Kyle was sweet and caring. You knew it, and no one could’ve made you change your mind on that. He was simply a sweetheart.

“Listen, I know my mates may seem rude or not well-behaved…but trust me, as a leader, I established some rules for them. They won’t act crazy, I promise.” His kind voice brought you back from your thoughts. You sighed, thinking about it.

“Brennan’s hosting the party in his summer mansion…it’s next to the beach- it’s so cool, I swear. I-I’ll take you there! I can pick you up and take you home…” He added, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Please?” He said in an adorable voice, his puppy eyes looking hopeful into yours.

You sighed, you didn’t wanna go, but it was utterly impossible to say no to him.

“Fine.”

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You were touching up your makeup. You were ready for the “big night” Kyle was so excited about. You decided to wear something a bit more revealing, a black minidress, because-okay, you didn’t wanna go- but you couldn’t be annoyed and unfashionable all at once.

While taking a final look in the mirror, you heard a knock on your door. You grabbed your bag and opened the door to see Kyle-in his usual frat sweater-smiling at you. He looked at you up and down, scaring you slightly. What if he didn’t like the dress or how it looked on you?

Fortunately, all your concerns faded once you saw his smile widening.

“Woah…you look beautiful. Seriously…you’re stunning.” He said, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, he wasn’t used to seeing you like this.

You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliments.

“Thank you…” You gave him an awkward smile and bit your lip.

“Shall we get going?” You suggested, to which he nodded. He took your hand and helped you step down the porch. Kyle led you to his car, and opened the door for you with a cute grin.

The ride was calm, you chit-chatted here and there about random stuff, and you swore you saw him staring at your body a few times. After 15 minutes or so, you eventually arrived at the party. Kyle was right, the mansion was beautiful and it faced the sea. You could see lights and music blasting out of the house. He gave you an excited grin and helped you out of the car, walking with you inside the house. It was overflowing with people laughing, playing games and having fun. As much as it seems hard to believe, you didn’t know anyone of those many people. They had familiar faces, sure, but you couldn’t consider them your actual friends. You sighed and nervously looked at Kyle who, on the other side, was flashing smiles to all his fellow frat brothers and friends. You noticed how comfortable he was in his habitat, and how you envied him for that. He introduced you to many people-whom you couldn’t even remember the names of-that obviously didn’t care much about getting to know you, since they even could’ve sworn you did not go to that college. You were invisible even when the attention was on you, and Kyle clearly didn’t catch that. So when he was dragged by his mates to some kind of game, he told you with a chuckle and a rushed tone

“I-I’ll be right back! Chat with the girls, they’re fun!”

Fun. Right. You didn't mean to sound like an antisocial bitch, but they were everything but fun. You saw them from afar just taking pictures of each other-to show on Instagram how much fun they were pretending to have having-or teasing each other about their crushes. You felt bored, so you sat on a chair, sipping a cup of-what you hoped was-punch and waited for Kyle. Time passed, and he didn’t show up, so you got up and started searching for him. It didn’t take you much to find him. Kyle was on the karaoke stage, singing “Rosanna” by Toto.

“Meetcha all the way! Nananaaaaah…” He “singed” while laughing with his mates.

You were conflicted on what to do now. You didn’t want to be a bummer by clinging to him all night, but you were truly bored and felt lonely. So, you did what you believed was best for everyone, you grabbed your stuff and left. The moment you stepped outside, you were met by an unfamiliar feeling of peace, the view surprising you for its beauty and for being so…empty. It was quiet, the only sound that could be heard were the waves splashing against the sand, no people around. You smiled and made your way to the pier nearby. You sat on it and took your shoes off, allowing your feet to sink in the water.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you were brought back to reality when you felt Kyle's voice behind you.

“Here you are! I searched for you everywhere!” He was breathing fast, you believed he had been running while seeking for you.

“I thought I left you a message?” You tilted your head.

“Oh… Sorry. I can’t find my phone. Why are you all alone here? The whole fun is inside!” He replied with a giant boyish smile.

“I like it better here. It’s boring inside.” You turned your face to look at the sea again.

“What? How can you call it boring? There are plenty of games! And people inside-” you cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

“Kyle, I hate to break it to you, but I’m not popular like you. The people inside couldn’t care less about me. I feel less lonely here than in that crowded house.”

He looked at you confused.

“Aw, c’mon…don’t be like this. They’re nice people, you just have to make an effort to try to meet them, and I’m sure you’ll have fun.” You didn’t know why those words started a fire in you.

“They’re not my friends, Kyle. I can’t stand those people, I don’t get along with them. And trust me, I’ve tried to be social and friendly, but you may have to consider the idea that not everyone is like you. You’re easygoing and social, you're a freaking frat boy for fuck’s sake. It’s easy for you to say those things.”

He looked at you, mouth agape at your sudden outburst.

“…why didn’t you just tell me?” He looked at you like a sad puppy for bringing you somewhere that made you uncomfortable.

“And be more of a bummer? No, thanks. They already hate me, I don't wanna be a party pooper as well.” You crossed your arms.

He sat next to you on the pier and his fingers gently grazed your jaw to make you look at him.

“You’re not a bummer to me…a-and I’m sorry about that… I shouldn’t have left you alone. Sorry.”

You wanted to be mad at him, truly, but those cute brown eyes melted your heart in every way possible. You bit your lip as you admired him lovingly. He was so caring and sweet, how did you manage to get this lucky?

“I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable, I- that’s the last thing I’d ever want. You know I care about you… I can’t stand you being mad at me. Please, forgive me?”

You felt your heart tighten at those words. You gave him a slight nod as your eyes travelled down his lips. You wanted to kiss him so badly, and he probably caught onto that, since he slowly leaned in to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. He pulled away slightly, mumbling against your lips.

“Was that okay?” You nodded, and he leaned in again, kissing you once more. This time he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slip in your mouth and softly swirling it around yours. You let out a breath at how right that felt and how sweet he was being. You pulled him slightly closer and moved your hand to rest on his neck and caress the skin of it. After a bit, you moved your lips to peck his jaw a few times before trailing them down on his neck. Your lips worked sweetly on his skin at first, earning a few sighs from him. As the tension grew, you started sucking his neck, leaving red marks. He groaned and grabbed your waist, you subtly moved your hand down to massage the bulge from his pants. He let out a tiny gasp, and you felt him stiffen, not in a good way. You looked up at him with a confused expression.

“I-I’m sorry…please keep going…” He said with a nervous smile.

“What’s wrong? Did you not like that? It’s okay if you don’t want to…” You gave him a comprehensive look.

“No! I like that… I swear. Just…bad memories.”

“Do you wanna talk about it…?”

“No, I just wanna feel good now.”

You nodded and gave him a gentle peck on his lips before gently undoing his zipper. You ran your fingers over the visible shape of his dick through his underwear, earning a groan from him. You looked at him for consent before gently pulling his boxers down. You blushed as you saw him so vulnerable for the first time. Your fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking him slowly. He let out a breathy moan.

“G-god…don’t stop…”

You smiled and started progressively speeding up. After a few minutes, you heard his moans grow louder, and you felt his strong hand gripping your wrist.

“I…wanna do it. Is that okay?”

You nodded, and he sat up to gently remove your dress and everything underneath. He was stunned by your body, staring at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He helped you lay down, with a massive gentleness, as if you were capable of breaking if handled too roughly. He hovered on top of you, caressing your face as he lined up your entrance with his dick.

“This okay?” He muttered under his breath, to which you answered with a nod. He gently pushed into you, allowing you to adjust to the new feeling. He groaned when he pushed himself all the way in. He held your hand sweetly.

“Can I start moving?”

“Mhm…”

He slowly started thrusting in you, earning moans from you both. He gripped your hand tighter as he felt how your walls clenched around him. When he felt like you were ready, he started going faster, gripping your hand tightly and kissing you repeatedly through the whole thing. You could've sworn you were seeing stars when he started hitting your G-spot with his tip. Soon enough, your moans got louder and you felt yourself coming on his dick. He tried his best to contain his moans and as soon as you finished he pulled out to come on your tummy. He collapsed onto you, pecking your face repeatedly.

“I love you…” He mumbled.

After some time had passed, he got up and cleaned you with the salty water, giggling like a teen boy receiving his first kiss. When he helped you gain your-and his-decency again, he got up, throwing an arm around you and walking happily towards his car.

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૮ • ﻌ - ა Drinking games ~ Your Crush x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Plot: Some cute sfw shit with your 'straight' male crush who has a secret soft spot for you!

Warnings: m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI

The few private moments you had shared with (Y/c) were sweet, even romantic at a push if you sprinkle in some 'delusion'

The man would chat to you, seemingly remembering most details you had shared with him in previous conversations, his (e/c) eyes looking over your features gently as he throws in some jokey flirts; his charisma through the roof, his hand's in his pockets and a smirk on his face as he calls you cute or funny

Moments like those almost, just almost make you forget that (y/c) is in fact a straight man, very much heterosexual

(Y/c) is quite popular, and damn is he very different around his friends than when he's has a very rare moment alone with you

When with his friends, the (h/c) barely spares you a glance, acting all nonchalant around his friends and replying with a 'sup' after you say hi to him - his friends teasing him about his 'friendship with you'

But again, when the two of you have a brief moment alone things are different

The slightly (taller/shorter) man will subconsciously go out of his way to text you or to see you by using almost every excuse under the sun; he needs help with an assignment? Of course you'll help, he missed a lecture? You make time to tutor him!

But either way, you knew that you attempts at 'flirting' and your heart rate increasing anytime you saw (Y/c) was realistically futile - the man was straight, and he barely tolerated you too

When you thought about it, the (h/c)'s friends make fun of him for talking to you, and he only really hangs out with you to get shit out of it; you two weren't actually even friends

Or so that's what you thought...

It came as a real shock when you got a text at 6pm on a random Saturday from (Y/c) who was inviting you to a party he was hosting

Not only were you surprised that he was hosting the party but also that you were invited

"I thought you hated hosting? lmao" you reply almost instantly, good god get some self-respect bro

"I do"

"I want you there to make it more tolerable"

The way blood rushed to your face faster than ever before, my lord

"I suppose i can clear my very busy schedule for you 🙄 "

And that's how you ended up at your first ever party! Well, at least a huge house party, unlike the small functions you had gone to with friends

After being greeted with many drunk people, made nicer by the alcohol in their system, you aimed to make your way to (Y/c); that was until you got dragged away by a group of people greeting you and inviting you to drink

It was surprisingly chill, you were enjoying yourself in the kitchen as you sat on a counter-top, drink in hand as you chatted with the other people you were with - laughing and gossiping

Eventually, word made its way to (Y/c) that you had turned up, and immediately the man made his way towards his kitchen

He couldn't explain why his heart dropped when he saw you talking and laughing with other guys, but it did, and he made his way towards you with a face like stone, aiming to hide his emotions

"(Y/c)! I found youuu!" you chuckle out endearingly, clearly a little tipsy already

"Hey, was lookin' for you... Looks like you made yourself at home" The man teased, his body quite close to yours, the counter-top bringing you to his height

You mumble an 'oh shit, sorry' as you jump down from the food surface, you body pushing against (Y/c)'s as you do so

"Nah it's fine, enjoy yourself.... wanna come hangout with my friends? They're becoming unbearable" The handsome man chuckles, looking exhausted by his drunk friends

You, of course, agree and make your may towards his group of friends in the (h/c)'s living room

Even when drunk, (Y/c)'s friends teased him about having you around, but shockingly, once the (taller/shorter) man saw you expression sour, he told his mates to 'fuck off' - well that made your heart skip a couple of beats!

After hanging out with your handsome crush for an hour or so, more and more people joined the group, people drinking more and more - even (Y/c) feeling comfortable enough to drink with you around

However, a situation arose when someone suggested a game of 'spin the bottle' with a truth or dare twist...

Of course everyone agreed, the alcohol in their system making them much more excitable than usual, and if the activity didn't involve anything getting broke, (Y/c) was cool with it

After a couple of rounds of people being dared to kiss other, secrets being revealed and gross 'would you rather' questions, you were getting progressively more drunk - having opted out of back flipping off of the couch and revealing your fat crush on (Y/c) just to name a few scenarios

(Y/c) was a little worried for you, seeing how drunk you were getting was making him feel overprotective of you - but man did you also look fucking cute!

Your cheeks flushed and your eyes droopy from the liquor, leaning up against him with you warm body as you chuckle for no reason from time to time

Inevitably, the bottle had landed on you once more, causing you to sit up and give everyone a chuckle after whining loudly 'not againnnnnnn~'

But the crowd was definitely silenced when the spinner of the bottle dared you to kiss someone - specifically, some guy you were cozy-ing up with when you first arrived at (Y/c)'s

You chuckle lightly when you see the man blush, his desire for you to kiss him evident on his face - the man had been trying it on with you since you got here!

But as you struggle to get up, wobbling around from the drinking, (Y/c) had shocked everyone

You watch with a fat fuck-off blush on your face as (Y/c) stands up and grabs the bottle from the middle of the circle, downing the whole thing and saying with a nonchalant tone - 'what? he's too drunk to drink anymore'

This man just took a drink for you! HOW FUCKIN ROMANTIC IS THAT???

You hadn't noticed it, but the (h/c) man had drank a lot throughout the night, and he'd even taken that drink for you but seemed literally sober

(Y/c) must have a real high alcohol tolerance, the thought of the big, handsome man being able to handle his drink so well and even be willing to take a drink for you? You had fallen for him all over again then and there!

Some of the people in the circle boo and other hype (Y/c) up, to which he just chuckles and shakes his head as he slings an arm of yours over his shoulders and lifts you up with a hand around your waist

And after the difficult trip up three flights of stairs to the man's bedroom, he gently lays you down on his bed and brings you a bowl to throw up in

You two spend hours up in his room, talkin about many, many things - like his room being cool, you being cute drunk, him being handsome always, you feeling bad that he's missing the party, him professing that he'd rather spend his time with you, and your long conversation had ended with you professing your undying love to your two year ongoing crush

You blushed and slammed your hands against your mouth, shouting that you were dreaming and that 'this wasn't happening!', trying to trick yourself into thinking that the amused man would just forget about this in the morning

He didn't.

(Y/c) remembered every moment in vivid detail... and so did you

But what you didn't expect was for the man to in turn, the morning after, confess that he too had some affectionate, maybe even loving feelings towards you - and also that he was extremely impressed that you didn't even throw up after drinking as much as you did!

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Y/N could hear the host’s voice droning on, but the words felt distant, muffled by the sound of his own breath, heavy and uneven.

“First time… Y/N Y/L/N… bisexual… here for one reason… to find the love of his life…”

He sucked in a breath, the weight of the cameras settling on his shoulders as the lights blazed to life.

“Hey, I’m Y/N. I’m 25, an F1 driver with Aston Martin, and I’m here to find… well, hopefully, the love of my life.”

He flicked his eyes toward the camera, his teeth pressing into his lip before he forced a smile.

“I think... I’m looking for someone who can deal with my chaotic schedule,” he said, voice steady, mostly, despite the way his fingers kept fidgeting in his lap.

“Someone who can spend time with me when I’m home... but is also okay with the fact that I’ll be gone most of the year”

“Um… I’m doing this during my winter break, so I still need to stay fit. But yeah, I’m up for pretty much anything!”

“Ideally, somewhere between 22 and 30. Maybe a little older, I’m open to it. I guess age isn’t really the biggest thing for me.” Y/N winks, then immediately laughs. “Wow, that... uh, that sounded weird.”

“Okay, this is... kind of weird to admit, especially since I think a lot of these contestants will be men, but... I also want someone who wants kids. I’m young, so it doesn’t have to be soon, especially with me being at the peak of my career... but I would like a little one running around the F1 paddock. I want a partner who’s okay with that, and who’s also down to explore those options, even if they’re a guy.”

“Whoa, that was... a lot to admit. Sorry if that got a little too deep.” He exhaled slowly, eyes fluttering shut as he tried to steady himself before moving on.

“As for past relationships… well, I’ve never really dated. Girls always thought I’d go for their brother, so they didn’t want to be seen with ‘the gay guy.’ Guys... thought I was a pervert, or assumed I was cheating on them with my motorsport mates. I... dated someone in my F2 years. He was everything I thought I wanted, until he wasn’t." 

Y/N’s voice caught, a lump forming in his throat. He swallowed hard before forcing himself to continue.

"Then I got the F1 seat, and he didn’t… and that’s when things changed. We started wanting different things, or maybe we always did. It was 3 years ago that I decided to end it. We’d been together for two years. Since then, I’ve had some casual hookups on apps like Raya... but honestly? I think I’m ready for something real. Something that lasts. I don’t care about sexuality. I don’t care what someone looks like. It’s not about gender or genitalia. It’s about the connection.” 

His hands twisted together at his waist, knuckles whitening. For a moment, he couldn't stop. Then, he forced himself to. His chest rose and fell in measured breaths, one, two, three. It felt more like gearing up for a race than introducing himself to millions of viewers. He could hear the producers in his earpiece, their voices sharp, telling him to stop. Look towards where the bachelor would appear. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and followed the instructions. 

The red shirt clung to his chest, a few buttons undone in a bid to stay cool under the studio lights… though the warmth seeping into his skin wasn’t just from the lamps. It was the nerves crawling beneath his skin. He shifted on the balls of his feet, the soft leather of his shoes creaking beneath him, an uncomfortable reminder of how much he wanted to flee.

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The PPCU Smut Writing Challenge

this is my little nod to the very reason i reinstalled tumblr after nearly ten years of not using it; the reason why so many of us have converged on this cesspit of a site - the love of smut. in homage to such a genre, i'm excited to share that i will be hosting a PPCU smut writing challenge for anyone that would like to get involved!

The Rules:

This challenge will be strictly 18+ for obvious reasons. Minors will not be able to participate.

The deadline for this challenge is the 24th of May 2025 - if anyone would like an extension, just lemme know!

To participate, please send me (@mushgloomz ) an ask - that way, I can keep track of entries and make sure everyone's work gets reblogged and compiled into a masterlist after the event <3

Please post all entries under the tag #PPCUSmutChallenge

The Challenge:

Now for the juicy stuff - the challenge itself. I have three wheels at my disposal - one with most of the PPCU boys, another with typical smut fanfiction tropes, and a third wheel that I have aptly named 'Add a little spice'.

When you send me an ask, I will spin for your Pedro boy and your trope - if you're feeling frisky/want a little more of a challenge, please add a flame emoji (🔥) and a number between 1 and 3. I will then spin that number of times on the third wheel, which will give you some specific details for you to incorporate. I have included the full list of additional themes at the end of this post; please specify in your ask if there are any themes that you are uncomfortable with, and I will re-spin if you get any of those!

You can write as much or as little as you would like; drabbles, blurbs or oneshots, all are perfect!

I'm so excited to see if a) this flops and b) hopefully getting a fresh wave of smut on my timeline! <3

Full list of additional smut themes (third wheel):

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Affair/Cheating

Age Gap

As Quiet as Possible

Blindfolded

Bondage

Breeding Kink

Choking

CNC

Cowgirl

Daddy Kink

Dark!Character

Degradation

Doggy Style

Edging

Exhibitionism

Face Sitting

Free Use

Knife/Sharps Play

Loud

Mating Press

Missionary

Mutual Masturbation

Oral

Orgasm Denial

Overstimulation

Pet Play

Phone/Video Sex

Praise

Reverse Cowgirl

Roleplay

Size Kink

Somnophilia

Spanking/Slapping

Speedbump

Talk Them Through It

Uniform

Voyeurism

[kathlare]

make them bond

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie and Lando navigate a tricky reunion with old friends while trying to leave recent drama behind.

Wordcount: 6.5 k

Warnings: none

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May 12th, 2025 - Los Cabos, Mexico

The water was warm, the kind of perfect that made you forget the world outside the pool even existed. Amelie floated lazily on a pink donut float, sunglasses on, legs dangling in the water. Lando stood beside her, half-submerged, arms crossed on the float’s edge, watching her with a shit-eating grin that gave away exactly how smitten he was.

—You’re staring again,— she said without looking at him, lips twitching.

—Can you blame me?— he replied, voice low and teasing, fingertips dragging lightly along her thigh. —You look stupidly good in that bikini, Ames. I’m just admiring the view.—

—You’re such a simp,— she laughed, nudging his chest with her foot. —And this is your third time complimenting my bikini. I’m counting now.—

—And yet, I’m still under-doing it. You deserve ten more. Maybe twenty.—

She finally looked at him, raising her sunglasses. —You’re so whipped.—

—Only for you.— He winked. —Actually, that’s not true. Benny’s got me wrapped around his paw too. And your cooking. And the way your nose scrunches when you’re annoyed. And the way you say "fuck off" with that cute accent.��

—You’re disgusting,— she said with a grin, even as her heart melted. —I hate you.—

—You love me.—

She opened her mouth to retort when she heard the sound of a car rolling up the driveway. Her whole body stiffened, the air suddenly feeling ten degrees hotter. Lando followed her gaze.

—That’s them?— he asked quietly.

She nodded. The float squeaked under her as she sat up straighter, adjusting her bikini top unnecessarily.

—Yup. That’s them.—

Lando gave her knee a reassuring squeeze. —We’ve got this, babe. It’ll be fine. Awkward, but fine.—

They watched as Max Fewtrell stepped out of the car first, his usual lazy grin slightly strained. He opened the door for Pietra, who followed in oversized sunglasses, denim shorts, and a very neutral expression.

Amelie took a breath. She hadn’t seen Pietra since Miami. Not properly. And while none of the rumors were their fault, it was still… weird. Max had gone to Comporta with Magui and Pietra and some other people, and that had stirred shit online. Shit she hadn’t been prepared for, especially not when it came to rumors of Lando cheating—especially not with Magui of all people.

She pulled herself out of the pool, wrapping a towel around her waist and squeezing water from her braid. Lando joined her, brushing droplets off his chest with a shake like a golden retriever.

—Max! Pietra!— he called out with a smile that was just a little too bright.

Max offered a small wave as they approached the edge of the patio.

—Hey, mate. Nice tan.—

—Jealous?— Lando smirked.

—Absolutely. Brazil's been rainy as fuck.—

Amelie offered Max a quick side-hug, which was awkward, for them at least. They’d been close once—really close. Max had been her video game partner during lockdown, the one who’d tease her endlessly on Discord and send her memes at 2 a.m. And now… things were different. Not bad. But not the same.

—Hi Pietra,— Amelie said politely, pulling off her sunglasses.

—Hi,— Pietra replied with a soft smile, glancing around the villa. —This place is insane.—

—It’s my mum’s, technically. She bought it years ago and forced my dad into early retirement here,— Amelie said, voice light, trying.

—Well, she has great taste,— Pietra added, gaze flickering between her and Lando quickly before settling on the ocean view.

—You guys want a drink? We’ve got palomas, mojitos… Lando made some horrifying attempt at sangria earlier,— Amelie offered, slipping back into host mode.

—Hey! It was decent.— Lando frowned. —I followed a recipe. Ish.—

Max chuckled. —I’ll take a mojito, Ames. You still make the good ones?—

She arched a brow. —Is that your way of trying to charm your way back into my good graces?—

—Shit, is it working?— he grinned.

She didn’t answer, but she gave a tiny smile and disappeared inside the kitchen, leaving Lando alone with the couple for a moment. The air was thick with unsaid things.

—Look, about Comporta,— Max started.

—Mate, it’s done,— Lando cut him off, voice firm but calm. —You don’t need to explain. Ames knows it wasn’t you, or Pietra. It was just bad optics.—

Pietra spoke up, voice soft. —Still, I should’ve thought it through. It was a dumb oversight, and I’m really sorry for the heat you guys got because of it.—

Lando nodded once. —It’s all good. You’re here now, so let’s just… enjoy the next two days, yeah? Golf, pool, bad dancing. No drama.—

Pietra nodded, but it was clear she still felt the weight of the tension hanging in the warm coastal air. She gave Lando a small, grateful smile before Max slung an arm around her shoulders and tugged her toward the house.

—C’mon,— Lando said, grabbing their duffel bags with ease. —I’ll show you your room. Got the best view in the house after ours.—

—Is that supposed to make me feel better or worse?— Max muttered with a smirk, following Lando up the stone steps.

Inside the villa, the air was cooler, scented faintly with salt, sunscreen, and a hint of lime from the half-prepped drinks in the kitchen. The place was airy, all whitewashed wood and glass, with sliding doors open to the ocean breeze. Lando led them down the hall to the guest suite at the far end, dropping the bags at the door.

—King bed, your own little patio, ocean view, and that bathroom’s the size of Max’s ego,— he said, pointing toward the en-suite.

Pietra let out a soft laugh as she stepped in, already digging into her bag. —I’m gonna change into my swimsuit real quick. I feel like I’ve been in jeans for forty-eight hours.—

—Take your time,— Max said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before she disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

The moment it clicked shut, Lando turned to Max, dropping the polite act.

—Okay, real talk,— he said, arms crossed. —We can’t keep doing this weird split-trip bullshit. I’m not spending another summer where I have to choose between you or her because our girlfriends don’t talk.—

Max scrubbed a hand over his face. —God, yes. It’s exhausting. Pietra and Amelie are civil, sure, but they’re not friends. Like, not real friends. And it’s starting to get in the way.—

—Exactly. I swear, Ames would never say it out loud, but she’s tense as hell anytime Pietra’s around. And when she saw that Comporta thing with Magui… fuck, man, it messed her up. Even if she knows you didn’t mean anything by it.—

—Yeah, Pietra felt like shit for that too. She gets why it was a big deal now. I think it clicked when the rumor went viral. She hadn’t thought about how it’d look from Amelie’s end.—

Lando exhaled and sat on the edge of the bed. —We just need them to click. Properly. Like, if they become friends, Pietra stops hanging out with people who bring drama. And Ames will stop feeling like she’s always watching her back when we’re in the same room.—

Max pointed. —And we can start making actual plans again. Like double dates. Trips. You know, normal couple shit. Instead of this weird avoidance dance.—

Lando smirked. —Operation Make Them Bond starts now.—

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f1gossipgirl: 👀 SOOO Pietra and Max are officially in Cabo too… which means 👏 she’s 👏 with 👏 Lanmelie 👏 now 👏

looks like the friend group is BACK together?? 😳👀 wonder if the vibes are as chill as the drinks… or if someone’s still side-eyeing 👀💅

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glamgptea: pietra and max in cabo too??? this trip just got messier 😭 → f1hotgirleras: @glamgptea i’m grabbing popcorn and sunscreen rn

lanmeliecentral: not them turning a cheating scandal into a double date vacation 💅 growth → wifeyforlan: @lanmeliecentral i would’ve held a grudge forever but amelie’s too classy for that → povurmom: @lanmeliecentral she’s giving mature queen and i’d be giving petty

lanmelliesimp13: max and pietra prob walked in like “can we talk?” and lando was already shirtless in the pool 💀 → babygrid: @lanmelliesimp13 amelie handed them a margarita before they finished “hi”

tropicwags: not pietra & max crashing the lanmelie honeymoon part 2 😭 → lanmelie4ever: @tropicwags they’re in their we forgive but we don’t forget era 😌✌️ → f1dramaqueen: @lanmelie4ever let’s just hope nobody mentions comporta or it’s over

lanxamelie: lando said “make peace or swim home” 😭

gridgirliee: pietra really went from comporta chaos to cabo redemption arc and i respect the hustle → landoisdownbad: @gridgirliee she said “lemme fix my PR and get a tan” 💅🏽

wifeydayman: i give it 2 margaritas before max says something and gets death stared by ames → chaosnferrari: @wifeydayman 2 is generous, i’m betting halfway through the chips 💀

letameliecook: not them on a forgiveness vacation while i’m crying over a man who can’t even text back

maxiebae: max got his boyfriend back and that’s all that matters 💔💅 → softlaunchsupreme: @maxiebae now kiss

sunburntcircuit: amelie really said “let’s be grown” and booked a villa 😭 queen → helmet4heels: @sunburntcircuit fr she’s too classy for this world

paddocktea: pietra showing up post-miami like “hey besties 💕 ignore the rumors” → queenamelz: @paddocktea she’s walking a fine line but honestly? brave → tyrepressure: @paddocktea she brought pão de queijo, she’s forgiven

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After a lazy couple of hours by the pool filled with mocktails, sunburn threats, and a very unfortunate cannonball from Max that nearly soaked Pietra’s Kindle, everyone slowly peeled off into their corners of the villa. Pietra and Max disappeared to their guest room with murmurs of "nap time" that made Amelie roll her eyes, and Lando had slinked off to their bedroom to "change."

That was already suspicious. Because Lando never changed early unless he was going somewhere.

Which meant…

Amelie, still in her damp bikini, towel slung lazily around her waist, padded barefoot into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out a slice of leftover quiche—because fuck it, she'd swam and hosted and smiled politely through enough strained silences today to earn herself a snack.

She’d just taken a big bite, leaning back against the cool marble island with the fridge still cracked open behind her, when she heard his footsteps.

And then—of course—his voice.

—Hey, babe.—

Her eyes flicked up. And there he was.

Polo shirt tucked neatly into beige golf shorts, belt perfectly aligned, those stupid little no-show socks with pristine white golf shoes, and—God help her—a cap flipped backward over his curls like he was auditioning to be in a country club boyband.

Amelie stared, chewing slowly. Swallowed. Pointed her fork at him.

—No.—

Lando’s brows lifted in faux innocence, hands slipping into his pockets as he leaned against the doorway like he hadn’t just walked in looking like the human embodiment of her worst nightmare.

—No what?— he asked, voice syrupy.

Amelie tilted her head, narrowed her eyes.

—No. I know that outfit. I know that walk. I know that fake-ass casual greeting. You’re gonna say something like ‘we’re just gonna hit a few balls’ or ‘come on, babe, it’ll be fun’ and I am telling you now...no.—

Lando smirked, pushing off the doorframe and strolling toward her with the easy swagger of a man who had been plotting. Plotting for days.

—You don’t even know what I was going to say,— he said, reaching around her to close the fridge door.

She crossed her arms, the quiche plate balanced on one palm. —It’s golf, isn’t it? You’re gonna try and make me go. Don’t lie to me, Norris. You’re in uniform.—

—Technically, yes. But hear me out.—

She took another bite of her quiche, glaring at him like it was the only thing tethering her to sanity.

—There is no hearing out. I hate golf. It’s walking in the heat while pretending to care about something that makes paint drying look thrilling. And don't even start with the 'just a few easy holes' talk.—

—That’s the thing,— Lando said, now fully grinning, grabbing a grape from the fruit bowl and popping it in his mouth. —You’re not doing the hard ones. Max and I are. You and Pietra are just doing the, like… mini-golf equivalent. A few swings, a golf cart, some drinks. Vibes only.—

—So you’re leaving me alone with her?— Amelie asked flatly.

Lando shrugged, only slightly guilty. —Not alone. Just… not with us. Temporarily.—

—This is the worst idea you’ve ever had.—

—Oh, come on.— Lando’s voice dropped into that dangerous, boyish persuasion tone she hated because it always worked. —You’ll keep Pietra company, and Max and I’ll do the harder holes. Maybe you’ll even have fun. Stranger things have happened.—

Amelie scoffed. —Yeah? Name one.—

Lando’s smile widened as he slid closer, trapping her gently between the kitchen island and his very annoyingly toned, golf-ready body.

—Stranger things? Easy,— he murmured, hands finding her waist, fingertips brushing against the edge of her towel. —You dating me. You letting me see you first thing in the morning with your hair like a war zone. You crying during Finding Nemo. You surviving F1 weekends without committing homicide.—

She narrowed her eyes. —You’re dodging the question.—

—No, I’m sweetening the pitch,— he corrected, leaning in until his nose nearly grazed hers. —Plus…— His gaze dropped for a second, a lazy smile spreading across his lips. —I’ve been dying to see you in that golf set I got you. You know the one.—

Her eyes widened a fraction. —No.—

—Yes,— he said, almost reverently. —The little green skirt. The matching sleeveless top. The knee-high socks. The visor, Ames. You haven’t even touched it since I bought it for you in Monaco. And it’s just been sitting in the closet, all lonely, unloved, unworn.—

—I told you when you bought it, I wasn’t wearing it because I wasn’t going golfing. It was a statement.—

—And now look at us. The statement has circled back to bite you in the cute little ass I’m currently holding.—

—Lando,— she warned, trying not to smile, especially when he dipped his head and kissed her jaw, right beneath her ear.

—I’m not asking you to like golf,— he murmured against her skin. —I’m just asking you to fake it for, like, an hour. Maybe two. Pretend the cart is a Mario Kart. Drive Pietra around. Talk shit about Max’s swing. Hit one ball and dramatically scream like you’ve pulled a muscle.—

Amelie huffed. —That sounds like something you’d do.—

—Exactly. I’m setting the bar low here, Ames. Bare minimum energy. All vibes, no pressure. And maybe…— his hands slipped lower, tugging lightly at the towel, —maybe… if you wear that outfit… I’ll owe you a favor. Any favor. Cash it in whenever.—

Her brows lifted. —Any favor?—

His grin turned sinful. —Anything. Within reason. Or mildly outside of reason if I get to film it.—

Amelie groaned, tilting her head back against the fridge. —God, you’re the worst. The absolute worst.—

But her resolve was already crumbling.

Because she did remember the outfit. And she did know how Lando had looked when he’d picked it out—like he was imagining her in it before the hanger even hit the register. And she did want Pietra to feel included, like they were cool now, like she could trust Amelie to meet her halfway.

And also…

Lando’s hand had snuck up under her towel and was currently tracing small circles on her hip.

—Ugh,— she groaned dramatically. —If I say yes, you owe me a massage tonight. With oil. And music. And no whining about your hands getting tired.—

—Deal,— he said instantly. —And I’ll even light a candle. One of the sexy sandalwood ones you like.—

She sighed, finally pushing her plate onto the counter. —Fine. But if I get sunburned and have to go back to filming with a golfer’s tan, I’m writing a diss track about you.—

Lando leaned in and kissed her—slow, smug, and sweet. —As long as I’m the music video lead, I’m in.—

—God help me,— she muttered.

—Go put the outfit on,— he whispered against her lips. —Make my country club fantasies come true.—

—You’re disgusting.—

—You love me.—

And as she stalked off to the bedroom muttering curses under her breath, Lando turned and pumped a silent fist in the air. Phase One: complete. The girls were going. Which meant Phase Two���Get Them To Bond Over Mocking Golf—was officially a go.

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landoupdates: Lando and Max went live on Twitch today while golfing in Cabo and when chat kept asking “where’s Amelie and Pietra???” these two idiots started laughing like 12-year-olds and said “we left them alone on purpose so they can trauma bond or whatever.” 😭😭

🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️💅 the girls better come back braided up like childhood besties or this experiment FAILED

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chaoticwags: not lando forcing the girlies to bond like it’s couples therapy 💀

lando1simp: lando when the girls finally laugh at the same joke: 🧍‍♂️💅✨🥹 → maxielstan: @lando1simp bro acting like dr. phil with a golf club

traumabondingirlies: not max & lando golfing while the girls rework the alliance terms 😭 → brunchwags: @traumabondingirlies ceasefire secured over mimosas probably

chaoticwags: NOT THE DOUBLE DATE DETENTE LMFAOOO → norihottie: @chaoticwags peace in the lanmelie kingdom finally fr → cactussocks: @norihottie give them matching bracelets already 💅

ameliecore: if they come back from Cabo doing TikToks together I’m gonna scream → softlanmelie: @ameliecore “bestie vibes only 💋” and I’ll know it was all Lando’s doing 😭

wifeyamelie: Lando locked his girl down and got his boyfriend back. balance has been RESTORED. → maxnation: @wifeyamelie he missed Max more than the papaya team missed podiums 💀 → landoilover44: @maxnation be fr he probably cried after Comporta

pietraangel: I’m lowkey rooting for Pietra and Amelie to become unhinged besties → screamingformclaren: @pietraangel imagine them side-eyeing Max and Lando in sync… ICONIC

maguischilling: i know magui somewhere punching air rn 😭 → gossipgrill: @maguischilling don’t summon her pls we just got peace

lanmelieslay: this is the healing era. lanmelie nation… we won.

celebchaoscentral: not pietra and amelie entering their diplomatic relations era in cabo 😭😭 → lanfanclub: @celebchaoscentral the UN wishes they had this level of peacekeeping → softforlanmelie: @celebchaoscentral Lando and Max playing peace brokers like it’s a romcom subplot help 😭

lanmeliedaily: lando got his boyfriend and his girlfriend back i fear → pietraslittlegirl: @lanmeliedaily he really said double date or DIE

lanmelietok: max: “we left them alone to bond” — that man was scared for his LIFE 😭 → amsluvr: @lanmelietok max said “no drama no beef pls i just wanna golf and vibe”

tropigridgirlies: if they come back from this trip matching friendship bracelets i’m gonna SCREAM → cabokissesss: @tropigridgirlies enemies to brunch friends like we’ve never seen before → noforrealmax: @tropigridgirlies if pietra posts amelie i’m calling my mom idc

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Amelie stepped out of the villa just as golden hour hit, the fading sun brushing her skin with a warm, forgiving glow. She adjusted the little green visor Lando had once dramatically tossed into their shared shopping cart in Monaco and tried not to think about how smug he’d looked earlier when she finally pulled the outfit out of the closet. Because now she understood why.

The skirt was short. Like, very short. The sleeveless top clung in just the right places.

She looked like every teenage boy’s fantasy of what golf should be. And judging by the way Lando turned his head so fast when she appeared, jaw slack and pupils dilated like he’d just seen a UFO, she was right.

—You’re staring,— she said flatly, shifting her weight to one leg, hip popping.

—No, I’m not,— Lando said, still staring, not even blinking. Max coughed a laugh behind him.

—Bro, you literally just walked into the umbrella stand.—

—Shut up,— Lando muttered, tugging at his collar like it was suddenly suffocating him.

They were all gathered by the stone steps that led down to the private golf course attached to the villa. Max was already loading clubs into the back of one of the two waiting golf carts, and Pietra stood off to the side, sipping from a bottle of water and eyeing Amelie with the kind of neutral appraisal that made Amelie’s neck itch. Not hostile. Not rude. Just... unreadable.

—Alright, teams,— Max called out, clapping his hands together. —Boys go tackle the manholes.—

—That’s not what they’re called,— Lando said distractedly, eyes still locked on Amelie.

—You sure? Because I’ve definitely heard you say something about 'checking your manhole' before.—

—Max.—

Amelie snorted. Pietra did not.

—And ladies,— Max continued, ignoring the death glare his girlfriend was now giving him, —you get the fun cart. Drinks, shade, easy holes. Don’t crash it.—

—You say that like you think we’re the problem,— Amelie said, walking toward the second cart, feeling Lando’s eyes burn into her legs the entire way.

—No, he says that because he once flipped a golf cart trying to impress Daniel Ricciardo,— Pietra muttered under her breath as she climbed into the passenger seat.

Amelie blinked. Oh.

Interesting.

Lando opened his mouth, clearly about to protest the seating arrangement—because obviously he wanted to be in a cart with Amelie, that much was written all over his red-eared, barely-holding-it-together face—but Max clapped a hand on his shoulder and dragged him to the other cart before he could say a word.

—C’mon, lover boy. Let the girls bond. We’ll reconvene in two hours with sweat stains and wounded pride.—

Lando looked back one more time, lower lip between his teeth, and Amelie knew that if he stayed any longer, he’d either say something inappropriate or try to drag her into the woods.

So she just gave him a little wave. Sweet. Innocent. Absolutely dripping in silent mockery.

He groaned audibly as the cart pulled away.

The first few minutes were… painful.

Amelie drove. Pietra fiddled with her phone. Silence hung in the cart like smog, thick and awkward and threatening to choke both of them. The breeze did nothing. The trees whispered uselessly. Somewhere in the distance, a bird chirped and Amelie considered asking it to peck her eyes out for entertainment.

They reached the first easy hole. Pietra got out, stretched, and swung her club with robotic precision. It wasn’t bad. But it wasn’t relaxed either.

Amelie sighed. Picked up her club. Took a lazy swing. The ball rolled a whopping ten feet.

—Wow,— Pietra deadpanned. —Incredible display of raw athleticism.—

Amelie smirked. —Thank you. I trained with Tiger Woods once. He said I was too powerful for the sport.—

Pietra cracked a smile. Barely, but it was there. The first dent in the silence.

They moved on. Hole two. Pietra drove this time. Her posture behind the wheel was almost surgical—straight-backed, two hands, full concentration like they were navigating a Formula 1 track instead of a perfectly paved golf path with butterflies crossing like it was a Disney movie.

—So,— Amelie said, voice overly casual. —You always this serious about sports that don’t matter?—

Pietra exhaled through her nose, turning the wheel with a little more force than necessary. —I just don’t like looking stupid at things. Especially things Max is good at.—

—Fair,— Amelie said, adjusting the strap of her visor. —Although if “not looking stupid” was the bar, I wouldn’t have agreed to this at all.—

Pietra let out a huff that might’ve been a laugh. Still clipped. But less icy.

They reached the third hole. It had one of those annoyingly placed sand traps, like someone had designed it specifically to ruin your self-esteem. Pietra got out and sized it up like she was about to perform surgery on it.

Amelie, meanwhile, slumped dramatically over the steering wheel. —You think if I pretend to faint, they’ll let us go home?—

Pietra’s lips twitched. —Only if you commit to the bit. Foam at the mouth or something.—

—Too far. I’m method, not deranged.—

That got a real laugh. Quick and surprised, like it snuck out before Pietra could decide whether or not she wanted it to.

—Max always foams at the mouth when he sleeps,— Pietra said, stretching her back with a faint grimace. —I swear to God, he’ll roll over, open his mouth like a dying fish, and it’s like a damn waterfall. I nearly drowned last week.—

Amelie blinked. Then blinked again.

Then snorted so hard she nearly choked on her spit. —Wait, what?—

Pietra shook her head, face serious but eyes a little brighter now. —Dead serious. We stayed at this hotel in Lisbon, and I woke up thinking it was raining. Nope. Just Max, sleeping face-up like a cartoon character, drooling like his jaw forgot how gravity works.—

Amelie wheezed. Bent over the steering wheel. —Oh my God. That’s so foul. Lando snores. Like, whistles. Through his nose. It’s like sleeping next to a dying kettle.—

Pietra’s eyes widened, then narrowed like she was trying to picture it. —That actually makes so much sense.—

—Right? I love him, but every time I get woken up at 3 a.m. by Steam Engine Norris, I start making mental hit lists.—

Pietra laughed again—louder this time. Amelie grinned, surprised at how easy it suddenly felt. Like they’d cracked something. Or maybe just realized they were both dating deeply stupid, occasionally disgusting boys who somehow made it worth it.

—Max takes, like, forty-five minutes to pick a movie,— Pietra said, hopping back into the cart. —And then he falls asleep twenty minutes in.—

Amelie gasped. —Lando does the exact same thing. Swears up and down he wants to watch something, spends ages making a whole thing of it: lights off, snacks, makes me pause trailers to “really analyze them”... and then he’s out like a light. Head back. Mouth open. Whole performance, gone.—

—And then tries to recap it the next day like he was awake the entire time.—

—“Yeah, yeah, the bit with the guy in the suit... crazy, right?”— Amelie mimicked, rolling her eyes. —Sir, you were unconscious before the title card.—

They both dissolved into laughter, the tension finally shedding like an old coat.

The cart bumped slightly as Pietra hit a root, but neither of them cared. They were too busy making a list of their boyfriends’ most criminal habits.

—Max has this thing where he talks in his sleep,— Pietra added, smirking.

Amelie’s eyes lit up. —No. What does he say?—

—Mostly nonsense. One time he said, “Tell Lando the penguin has the codes.” I didn’t sleep after that. I thought it was a warning.—

Amelie nearly dropped her club. —That’s a spy movie. That’s not even his real life! Why is he dreaming in fake espionage plots?!—

—Don’t ask me. I think he watched Mission: Impossible and it rewired his brain.—

They were still laughing when they pulled up to the fifth hole—an easy one, with a wide green and zero traps—but neither made a move to get out.

Instead, they just sat there, the cart idling, the sun sinking lower over the rolling hills, painting everything in a soft golden haze. A light breeze swept Pietra’s ponytail to one side, and Amelie leaned her elbow on the steering wheel, suddenly aware of how different this felt than she expected.

Not forced. Not fake. Just… warm.

Pietra glanced at her, expression shifting, the humor fading just enough for something more honest to slip in. —Hey,— she said, tone softer now. —About what happened. With Comporta. And the rumors.—

Amelie straightened a little. The mention of Comporta tightened something in her stomach—an echo of that week in May when she’d woken up to her name trending, paired with cheating and Lando and Magui, all because of one stupid photo.

—It wasn’t our fault,— Pietra continued, —but I should’ve said something. Reached out. I didn’t realize it would blow up the way it did, and when it did, it was already too messy. I didn’t know if I should text you or leave it alone. And by the time Max tried to explain it all, it just… felt too late.—

Amelie didn’t answer right away. She stared out at the course, tapping a finger against the wheel. —Yeah,— she said finally. —It sucked.—

—I know.—

—It really fucking sucked.—

Pietra nodded. —I know.—

Amelie glanced at her, searching her face. —Did she know I’d see those pictures? Magui, I mean.—

Pietra hesitated. Just a beat. But that was enough.

Pietra hesitated. Just a beat. But that was enough.

—That’s what I thought,— Amelie muttered.

—She didn’t do it maliciously. At least not...— Pietra stopped. Winced. —Okay. No. I don’t know that. But I do know Max was furious. He genuinely had no idea she’d be there, and it caused a whole thing between us. Like… a real fight.—

Amelie blinked. That part she didn’t know.

—I’m not saying this to get points,— Pietra added. —I just want you to know that we didn’t... I didn’t...cosign any of it. Max wouldn’t do that to you. Neither would I. Not intentionally.—

—I know Max wouldn’t,— Amelie said quietly. —And I guess… I know you wouldn’t either. Not now, anyway.—

A silence settled between them. Not tense, just thoughtful.

Pietra pulled at a loose thread on her polo. —I was kind of nervous inviting you to come out here. I thought you’d say no.—

—I almost did,— Amelie admitted. —But Lando bribed me with a massage.—

Pietra barked a laugh. —Sounds about right.—

—He also promised to light a sexy candle.—

—Jesus Christ.—

—I know. It’s tragic.—

They grinned at each other. And suddenly, it wasn’t awkward anymore.

They played a few more holes. Hit balls into bushes. Got mildly yelled at by an old man in plaid pants. Shared a can of sparkling lemonade from the cooler. Amelie showed Pietra how to swing like a “drunk aunt at a wedding,” and Pietra showed Amelie how to restart the cart when she accidentally flooded the engine. They were not good at golf, but they were getting better at this—whatever this fragile, hesitant friendship thing was turning into.

By the ninth hole, they were sun-flushed and laughing again, legs kicked up on the dash while they waited for the boys to reappear.

Amelie leaned her head back and sighed. —Honestly? You’re a lot cooler than I thought you’d be.—

Pietra raised a brow. —That’s either the best or worst compliment I’ve ever gotten.—

—I mean it. We’ve just… never really hung out. Outside of group stuff.—

—That’s because you’re famous and terrifying and I thought you hated me.—

—I don’t hate you.—

—Good. Because I think we’re in a codependent support group now. For Girlfriends of Stupid Men.—

Amelie laughed. —God. You’re right.—

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f1gftrash: amelie posting pietra on her story… peace has been restored🙏 → lanlover44: @f1gftrash fr the girlies are HEALING → wagwatcher_98: @lanlover44 max and lando probably high-fived after that story went up 😭

chaoticwags: lando and max sending their girls off like “go bond babes” while they go play golf is so boyfriend-coded → norisimp: @chaoticwags literally bromance + matchmaking in one trip → f1flirtz: @chaoticwags max was like “i want my boyfriend back, fix it queen”

ameliesfingertats: we went from “pietra unfollowed amelie??” to “pietra in amelie’s story looking like a vogue ad” like how did we get here → lilacformula: @ameliesfingertats idk but i’m living for this arc

lanmelieupdates: lando really said “you two are gonna get along even if it kills me” and honestly? king behavior → amelesbian: @lanmelieupdates he’s tired of group dinners being awkward 😭 → tiktoklanmelie: @lanmelieupdates lando’s in his peacekeeper era and it’s WORKING

formulababie: they better be sipping caipirinhas and trauma bonding rn i NEED this friendship → pietraluvbot: @formulababie if they come back with matching bracelets i’m gonna cry

hotlapshottie: be honest lando invited max just to fix his girlfriend’s beef with max’s gf so he can go back to being thirdwheeled in peace → daymansdaydream: @hotlapshottie the bromance agenda stays winning 😤 → amxln4: @daymansdaydream max missed his gossip sessions with amelie ok he’s suffering too

pietralover420: she in the golf cart like nothing happened... icon → wagsupreme: @pietralover420 she’s soft launching the redemption arc

maxiscat: max seeing amelie and pietra laughing like: finally. peace.

sunnyamelz: idc if it’s fake or not i love this new girlfriend alliance → y0uland0: @sunnyamelz honestly we needed this for the offseason content alone

pitwallprince: everyone talking about pietra and amelie making up but what about max getting his emotional support back

amelzbackup: remember when y’all said amelie was gonna throw hands?? now she’s throwing IG tags 💅 → wagsunite: @amelzbackup character development babes. we love to see it.

lanmelieslut: if pietra + amelie end up vibing??? iconic duo unlocked → gridgirlies: @lanmelieslut the fit pics will be out of control → pitwallpeach: @lanmelieslut we survived the cheating rumor arc for THIS

mclovinf1: wait… so this means double dates are back on the menu??? → tracksidewife: @mclovinf1 i’m manifesting dinner pics and chaotic uno nights → quadgirlszn: @mclovinf1 amelie dragging pietra into a skincare live in 3…2…1

norisbaby: Lando: "we left them alone to become friends" Me: refreshing stories every 5 seconds like a divorced parent on visitation weekend → kartingchaos: @norisbaby real the way i’m INVESTED

softlaunchlegend: i can’t believe pietra got promoted from ✨tension✨ to ✨instagram story✨ → ameliesbangs: @softlaunchlegend she passed the vibe check. welcome to the team.

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By the time the sun dipped fully behind the hills, casting the Cabo sky in hues of burnt orange and cotton-candy pink, the two golf carts rumbled their way back up the path to the villa. Amelie and Pietra were both flushed from the heat, slightly sweaty, and—shockingly—laughing about something Max had done during a bachelor party in Ibiza that involved a pineapple, a karaoke machine, and a mysterious allergic reaction.

Lando and Max, waiting by the stone steps where they’d started, perked up like puppies hearing their owner’s car pull into the driveway.

—They’re smiling,— Max whispered under his breath, eyes wide with disbelief.

Lando clutched his chest dramatically. —Bro. They’re laughing. Laughing. Like... together.—

—That’s not just tolerance. That’s banter.—

—That’s progress! We’re heroes.—

As the girls climbed out of the cart—Amelie adjusting her visor, Pietra pulling her hair off her neck—the boys barely resisted the urge to sprint over.

Instead, they played it cool.

For about two seconds.

—Oh my God, you’re back!— Lando gasped, jogging dramatically like Amelie had just returned from war. —I missed you so much. I almost died.—

—We saw each other two hours ago,— Amelie deadpanned, ducking when he tried to spin her.

—Two very long hours.—

—He cried twice,— Max added, sidling up to Pietra with a dopey grin. —Once because his ball went into a bush, and once because he found a leaf that looked like Amelie.—

—Okay, it really did look like her ponytail from behind!—

Pietra raised a brow, but her lips twitched. Amelie just rolled her eyes and gave Lando a lazy kiss on the cheek before stepping back.

—You boys are idiots.—

—But we’re your idiots,— Max said, already looping his arm around Pietra’s waist.

She snorted. —Barely.—

As they reached the villa, Pietra slipped off toward her room with a muttered, —Shower. I feel like I’ve been attacked by the sun.— Amelie, still holding her water bottle, veered toward the kitchen.

And that left the boys blessedly alone in the breezy, sun-warmed entryway.

The second the girls were out of sight, Max and Lando turned to each other with synchronized grins.

HIGH-FIVE.

VICTORY DANCE.

It was stupid. It was off-beat. Max attempted a moonwalk that looked more like a seizure, and Lando did this weird chest shimmy that made absolutely no sense. But it was triumphant.

—They’re friends! They’re actual friends now!— Lando whisper-shouted, fist-pumping like he’d just won a Grand Prix.

—Operation ‘Get Them To Bond Over Mocking Golf’ was a success,— Max nodded solemnly, still panting from the dance. —I feel like I just won an Oscar for Best Boyfriend Scheme.—

And then...

—Are you two done being morons?— came Amelie’s dry voice from the kitchen entrance.

They both froze.

Amelie leaned against the doorframe, sipping her water. Her golf outfit—short skirt, clingy top, visor still perched atop messy hair—should’ve looked ridiculous. But it didn’t. It looked devastating.

Lando straightened, looking sheepish. —Hey, love. I...uh...—

—You’re such idiots,— she said, walking over to him. She kissed him square on the mouth, slow, with a teasing little hum like she knew what it did to him.

When she pulled back, Lando’s brain short-circuited a little.

Then she leaned up and whispered, —I’m gonna go take a shower. Hope you join me.—

Lando blinked. Mouth parted. Soul left his body.

—Right. Water. Yes. I’ll just… hydrate first.—

Amelie smirked and sauntered away, hips swaying just enough to be illegal in several countries.

Once she disappeared down the hallway, Max let out a long, low whistle.

—Damn. She’s gonna kill you.—

—Happily,— Lando muttered, grabbing a bottle from the fridge and chugging half of it like it could extinguish the fire blazing under his skin.

When he finally came up for air, he turned to Max, quieter now. —I haven’t told you yet… but she said yes.—

Max blinked. —To?—

—To moving in. With me. In Monaco.—

Max grinned, eyes wide. —No way. She actually said yes?—

Lando nodded, practically glowing. —Yeah. After the tour ends. She said she’s ready. Said it feels right.—

—Bro, that’s huge.—

—I know. I haven’t shown her the apartment yet. Not since the remodel. I figured I’d surprise her when she comes out for the Monaco Grand Prix. Give her the full “welcome home” moment.—

Max clapped him on the shoulder. —You hopeless, lovesick idiot. Show me. I want to see what you did to the place.—

Lando grabbed his iPad from the coffee table and pulled up a folder marked “Monaco Nest 🐣.” Max choked on his laugh.

—You named it that? What are you, a bird?—

—Shut up. Look.—

He swiped through photos of the apartment. Gone were the cold bachelor whites and the overly minimalist furniture. In their place: soft earth tones, plush couches, warm lighting, big windows framed with breezy curtains. A kitchen built for late-night snacks and chaotic baking attempts. A reading nook. Candles. A second closet for Amelie. Plants that weren’t fake.

Max stared, stunned. —Dude. This isn’t a bachelor pad anymore. This is like... a couple’s Pinterest board exploded in here.—

—That’s the point. I want her to feel like it’s hers too. Not like she’s just crashing at mine.—

Max looked at him for a moment, then nodded.

—She’s gonna love it. You did good, man.—

Lando smiled, already picturing the look on Amelie’s face when she walked through the door. Already counting the days until he could call her his roommate, his girlfriend, his everything—all under one roof.

Now all he had to do... was survive that shower.

[andcars]

THE ONLY RULE ✦ DANIEL RICCIARDO

premise. you want to indulge daniel into anything he wants because you know that he would with you too. so, when he asks for you to dress up as a cowgirl for a halloween party, you don’t dare say no. you don’t say no when he throws away the party just for a fuck.

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It's a bit too silly. Daniel insisted that you two attend the Halloween party one of his mates was hosting. You couldn't help but laugh at the costume idea he had—a cowboy. Maybe you shouldn't be surprised. You were relentless in teasing him about his cowboy fetish. Of course, he denied it all. Still, the mirror catches the reflection of the upturned cowgirl hat, the curve of your hips accentuated by the snug denim skirt, and the way a cropped flannel button-up pushes up your tits. 

Daniel’s voice cuts through the quiet of the bedroom, low and smooth like whiskey on a cold night. “Well, hello there, partner," he grins. "You from ‘round these parts?” Daniel is a little less exposing than you are. His dirty denim and loose flannel are accentuated with the American flag on his back.

You laugh at him, watching him approach. “Don't tell me you're going to do that awful fucking accent the entire night.”

He pouts, putting his hands on your hips. "So mean,” he whines, a laugh falling short from him after. He tugs you forward, pulling your eyesight upward to him. Your hat makes you barely see his face. However, what's evident is the satisfied grin that sits at his lips. It's expected. It's unsurprising.

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FOOTNOTE ────── had this one cooking up in the drafts for a long time so i'm happy i finally got this one exposed to the light <33 forever in love with honorable american in the f1 grid

[voice-of-the-sexyman]

"Mic check...mic check...you all have waited long enough~"

"Goooood day Slayers, Narrators and Princesses! It's a good day for a tournament! And it's my honor to welcome you all to the FIRST VOICE OF THE SEXYMAN CHAMPIONSHIP!!!"

COUGH COUGH

"Anyway, I am your host and commentator for the tournament, Mai. And me and my hnnuy will walk you through the competition and you decide at home who wins THIS TOURNAMENT! And since we are hosting a Cold Voice of the Sexyman, I thought it be fair to have a celebrity as a co-host. Say Hi to @sorry-not-feeling-it-right-now COLD!"

"Hmmm...Fitting weather to host this tournament, isn't it?"

"Oh, so you can talk! That's neat!

So, I am sure everyone is wondering why someone who fits the criteria is not in the race. Why don't you answer em?!"

“The mailman came late. Considering the weather, I suppose that explains why the traffic was a mess. It happens.

And now I’m here as a judge instead.

I’m seeing many versions of me waiting to be judged. How interesting. 14 of them, wasn’t it?”

"Its 16, actually. That's a...typo on my part. But glad to see you're not bored!"

“It would be interesting to see how I look like in different constructs. I’d like to see them for myself.

They will be judged fairly and without bias.

So—entertain me.”

"Alright! You heard the sexy voice, let the matches BEGIN!!"

🏆 VOICE OF THE SEXYMAN CHAMPIONSHIP 🏆

ROUND I PART I

[Propaganda under the cut]

"First on the chopping block is Spu's lil lady and Ace's frequent funeral goer!"

“The Weapon, was it? A very unique take of me, I must say. She reminds me of a praying mantis. Fitting, as the ladies would kill off their spouse as a sign of courtship."

"Simple but effective! A female Fatale! And woo wee, ain't she a cutie?!"

“I suppose her attractiveness adds to her effectiveness in luring mates. Dangerous, yet elegant. An efficient design...”

"In the words of the owner:"

"She may be flat but she does have curves. Who doesn't love the constant threat of razor-sharp blades? The perfect woman, one might say. She teases with that soft, slightly playful voice, sending a chill up anyone's spine. Perfectly toxic, like any good sexyman should be, as well as queer in one way or another, and, of course, the imminent threat of death, teetering between her and anyone who looks her way - @Spupulum "

"Now, her victim is Ace's Mourner! Damn, he's already dressed for a gloomy day!"

“A man in mourning. Perhaps for the death of a past long gone.”

“Perhaps it’s inevitable for us to be associated with death. Shown by the X on his chest. That does bring back memories, doesn’t it?”

"Yeah, with the spectre right?"

“Yes. When we have first awoken. I still remember that day...

The cabin

The blade

And how it sank into her heart with little difficulty..."

"Ok...let's hope this guy doesn't have too much of an obsession with death, or else he'd be rolling into defeat

In the words of the creator:"

"He has a veil and he has white, featureless, soulless eyes. - @acethekenku "

"Well...that's a lot shorter...but don't let that sway your vote ok?!

Have a happy time of voting!"

[illyrian-dreamer]

Overwritten – Part 11 (finale)

Azriel x Reader

Summary: After months as his prisoner, Hybern has hijacked your mind, turning you into an enemy of your home, your family, and your mate, Azriel.

Words: 800

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5* | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

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Part 11 ∇

Silky sheets draped your skin, a gentle wind kissing your cheek as you blinked awake. 

A scent on the pillows lingered, a soothing cedar pulling an instinct to nestle further into them, your heart thrumming with aproval. 

Azriel. It was Azriel’s scent. 

A sigh of contempt left your lips, relishing the luxury of safety, of knowing where you were, of who you were too. Where one might think the Shadowsinger would dwell in darkness – but those wide cast windows, the cream-coloured sheer drapes dancing in the Velarian breeze that wrapped the House of Wind. This was your mates room. Your room too. 

A gasp escaped you, and you sat up so suddenly it made your head spin. A hand clutched at your chest, you were panting, eyes scanning the room, familiarity flooding you so intensely you temples throbbed. 

That trinket on the chest of drawers – gifted by one of you friends from Dawn. The book by the reading chair – Azriel’s latest indulgent read that he still hadn't finished. 

There were artworks, bottles of perfumery, drapes and clothes and scents swarming around you. Things you knew. Things you remembered. 

“Az!” you called, your voice breaking with hoarseness. “Az!”

Azriel didn't come, but when you yanked at the bond, you felt him jolt, panic coursing back to you at your urgency. 

Damn this, you thought, flinging the sheets off and scrambling to your feet. 

You didn't care that all you wore was a night robe, that your hair was a likely mess, or that you were weak from the length of your rest. You remembered him, damnit. You remembered who you were. 

Using the bond as a guide, your bare feet slapped on the marble floors as you raced to find your mate. 

You hosted atop the double staircase, overlooking as Azriel burst through the front doors, chest panting with the haste he made to reach you. 

Panic swarmed in those piercing hazel eyes. “My love, what-?”

But your feet were already moving, leaping two steps at a time before you flung yourself in your mates arms. 

You pressed your lips to his, kissing him deeply, forcing him against you as if trying to redact the months apart, binding him to you so you may never have to part again. 

Without question, strong hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you in, searing you to him. Your hands danced around each other, searching for new places to grope ands pull, limbs to latch and skin to kiss. 

Your tears had pressed to Azriel’s chiselled cheeks as you forced yourself just an inch away. 

“I remember.”

“You-you what?”

“I remember Az, all of it. You, our life together. The whole damn thing.”

The sob of relief that left your mate shook through your chest, and you felt his knees falter. Then he was buried in your neck, sobs muffled into your collarbone and scarred fingers latched through your hair. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry my love.”

“Shh, Azriel, shh.” You stroked that inky hair, soothing him as you both lowered to your knees, clinging to each other on the cold marble floor. 

“How? How is this possible?” Azriel’s voice broke as he sniffed, eyes shining as they danced between yours. 

You shook your head. “I’m not certain. I think when I killed Hybern - or my version of him-"

“You freed yourself from his conditioning,” Azriel nodded, bringing his hands to cup your face, kissing you over and over. 

“I thought I might never get you back,” he whispered over your lips, tears rolling with the anguish he had kept from you for so long. 

You stroked the hair from his eyes, a gentle finger tracing the wobble of his glistened lips. “I’m back my love. I will always come back to you.”

It was truly rough - the speed at which Azriel pulled you to his chest, and the tightness with which he held you to him. 

“I am never letting you go, my love. Not ever again.”

You laughed into his chest, swaying with him as he rocked you fiercely. “Be rational, Az,” you teased. “You’ll have to let me go sometime.”

Azriel hug tightened as he stubbornly shook his head into the nape of your neck. “Not. Ever.”

You chuckled again, knowing the path to returning to your work and life away from your mate would be a journey in itself. But you wouldn't ask Az to shed the possessive instinct of both an Illyrian and mate – not yet anyway. 

Because you’d never let go either, not of your bond, not of your love for him. 

You would always find a way back to each other, and no one could overwrite your story.

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AN: Thank you so so much for your patience with this finale lovelies!! ❤️❤️ I realise this is a short end to the fic, and I definitely lost my commitment to this story while I worked on other stuff. But I'm glad to have tied the bow on this fic :) Thank you for the ongoing support ❤️❤️ I sincerely hope you liked it! I'll be finishing my Our Girl series then focusing on a new series with Rhys, let me know if you'd like to join my general tag list for future works! MWA!

[pannman]

Charlie: this grand reopening ball was a great idea dad!

Lucifer: of course it was! You know, I was the generous host of many parties, I may not be your aunt bee but I'd say I know what I'm doing. Ive been doing this for a long time. Anyway, care for a father daughter dance?

Lucifer looks and sees Charlie didn't hear him and already ran off with Vaggie*

Lucifer: that's-that's ok... I'll find another person to dance with

Lucifer spots Cherri bomb*

Lucifer: hi! I know we haven't officially met but I was wondering-

Cherri: sorry mate, did you say something? I was just about to go hit the bar and drink my weight in whiskey

Lucifer: uhhh... no. Nothing. Just... making sure everyone's enjoying the party

Cherri: its pretty good. But it's about get even better! See ya yer majesty

Lucifer: Oh! See... you later

Lucifer spots Angel... dancing with husk*

Lucifer: oh... good for them

Angel spots Lucifer looking at them*

Angel: Heyya short king, you looking a little glum

Lucifer: uhggh... just you know looking for a dance partner...

Angel: well I've got an extra set of arms if-

Husk: angel no

Angel: I mean... why don't we go sit at the bar?

Lucifer sighs: I guess

They go to bar and get kinda wasted*

Angel: Alright, you know who ALSO doesn't have a dance partner tonight?

Lucifer: Cherri? I already asked her... well I tried to she-she uh I felt like I was ruining the vibe

Angel: no cherri's cool but that's not who I meant... Alastor

Lucifer: oh fuck! Not him!

Angel: why not!?! I could sense some chemistry between you two

Lucifer: you mean when we wanted to kill each other?

Husk: I've seen people fuck over less

Lucifer: will you two stop it?

Angel: I'll tell you what? A friendly game of poker, if you lose... you gotta ask smiles over there to dance

Lucifer: you wanna challenge the devil himself to a game of poker? I practically invented the game. You're on! You just watch and see how a real pro does it!

Later*

Lucifer: hi.... Alastor, would you... care to dance?

Alastor: I'm sorry what now?

[femnoah]

I’m so curious, how would the rest of the cast react once it’s revealed that ‘Noah’ is actually Neha?

Plus I could only imagine Neha revealing this information in either a very dramatic way (ie a challenge where they have to tell a secret) or be hilariously nonchalant about it and acting like she thought everyone knew the whole time just to mess with the cast

Owen's reaction is basically just "my little buddy is even more adorable!" He takes his job given to him (ward off the pretty boys) by the brothers even more seriously after the reveal.

Most of the cast are just shocked.

Lindsey and Beth try to befriend her.

Heather begrudgingly respects her for it.

Justin feels like ripping his hair out cause 'Noah' may not be the first guy to not show interest in him but Neha is definitely the first girl, it just convinces him more that she's secretly a demon.

Alejandro has an 'oh shit' moment.

I've got so many different scenarios for the reveal but they mainly fall into three categories:

Third party in the future

Her family reveal it

Reveal in the competition

Third party in the future:

She does achieve her dreams of working as a host and becomes super famous (as Neha). She gets invited on a big talk show (one with a live audience, Eva and Izzy are in said audience cause they're proud of their sister) and is asked about her first experience in show biz.

She mentions total drama and the host gives her a pitying look, asking if she worked as an intern on the show. Neha just laughs and says she was one of the original contestants. Obviously, the host and audience are confused because they don't remember the girl in the first couple seasons.

(I honestly believe that Chris made intros for the more iconic groups after World Tour to reel in more viewers and since team escope were the fan favourites, they definitely got one and it became famous)

She gets Izzy and Eva to come up on stage with her and Izzy hands her something. She ties her hair back, prods at her throat a couple of times before nodding to Eva who presses a button on her phone. The three girls then turn around so their backs are to the audience.

Chris' voice rings out and there are a couple of gasps from those in the audience who recognise the intro.

"They're the nightmares of manipulative pretty boys! They're the natural enemies to the sane and the nice! They're the very unlikely friend group! They are-"

Neha turns around posing with her one hand on her cocked hip, with the wig on her head and in a very familiar deeper, snarky voice says "The brains"

Eva then turns around, cracking her knuckles and grinning in a feral like way and says "The brawn"

Izzy turns around and jumps on the two so that her arms are around the girls' shoulders and chirps out "And the Crazy!"

Chris' voice continues out from the phone's speakers "It's everybody's favourite trio.... Teaaaaaaam Escooope!"

It becomes a viral meme and coincidentally how a lot of the cast found out that she was a girl.

The host then asks about how and why she managed to keep this from the whole world for so long and she shrugs in response.

.....

"my brothers bet me that I couldn't do it so I did, then I kinda forgot I did it"

"were any of the other cast mates aware that you were a girl all along?"

"I-" she furrows her eyebrows and thinks for a second. "I literally have no idea, I can't remember if I told any of them or anything..... Did I?" she looks to the other two girls for help.

"No clue!!"

"dunno why you're asking me, I barely talked to any of them"

She turns back to the host "I'm going to say I did because I feel like either I did tell them or I thought about doing it, I honestly can't remember though"

She did not in fact tell any of them.

Her family reveal it

After World tour (ridonculous race isn't canon in this) had finished and most of the competitors had went home, Team Escope took a selfie on the Hawaii set in their total drama outfits. The only difference was that Neha wasn't wearing her wig, instead Izzy had it on on top of her hair, in a way you can tell it is a wig. It was posted on Eva's social media account captioned 'when one of your best friends cons the entire world and her competitors into thinking she was a boy for three seasons because of a bet #teamescope'. It goes viral.

The other one is that after World Tour the families come to pick up the contestants (free trip to Hawaii), talk with the staff and mingle. It's pretty calm until the doors slam open and a hoard of attractive guys come in (Katie faints and Justin looks offended) and practically runs towards the resident snark. A gorgeous woman trails in after them looking highly amused.

By now everybody who's in the room is watching them wondering what's going on (Alejandro is mildly horrified because that's A LOT of what he assumes to be brothers based on how old they look).

'Noah' gets lifted up so 'he's' sitting on one of the guys shoulders and all of the brothers just start chanting "Neha!" Like they're at a football match.

The woman walks over to Izzy and Eva who are just laughing at the antics and they start getting fussed over by said woman. Everybody else is confused.

'Noah' is flushed bright red and basically begging "put me down!!".

The woman then makes her way over to the larger group with the other two girls in tow and gives them a look. 'Noah' is put down and she starts fussing over 'him' as well.

.......

"Mamaaa!" She whines as her mama just peppers face with kisses in front of everyone, she had a reputation to uphold dammit!

"Aww, my कीमती छोटी लोमड़ी, I'm so proud of you!!" Her mama replied, clearly not getting how serious the situation is, she could hear Duncan, Heather, Courtney and some of the others laughing at her misfortune.

Her mama smiled down at her and no, Neha was not pouting- "but Neha darling, you won, are you not excited?"

She froze. "What?"

"I spoke to McLean out in the hall and he told me that your contract from the first season is officially over, and since you didn't sign one for this season specifically you are no longer contractually a part of the show!"

A sharp smile grew on her face as she felt her brothers freeze up behind her. She turned around dramatically and clapped her hands once. "So! My contract is over and I didn't give myself away. Those were the terms right?"

She walked over to her brothers, savouring her victory. She fully planned to boast as much as she could. It's not often that she gets to dictate all of her brothers' actions for a day and she was going to enjoy the payback for all of the embarrassment she went through because of the bet. She told them this.

"I won the bet and now I have the power to make you suffer like I have on this Godforsaken show!" Okay, maybe she was being a little dramatic but she's their younger sister! It's basically her job!

"I'm going to make you all regret making this bet so much" it was only thanks to her ingrained reflexes that she managed to avoid the youngest of her older brother's attempt to grab her (she is not getting tickled in front of all these people, that is a line she'll never let be crossed). Neha darted behind Eva. Unfortunately, she wasn't quick enough to avoid the swipe at her hair so she didn't notice until it was too late when the wig came off and her hair fell down, framing her body. She glared at the offending brother.

Her mama just giggled and she felt even more betrayed. (Wasn't her little girl adorable, she looked like an angry kitten all puffed up).

Neha was not prepared for Izzy to suddenly pick her up and shove her at Eva before sprinting towards the door yelling "protect the baby!!!". Eva looked down at her and Neha shook her head trying her hardest to convey ' do not. Don't you even dare iron woman.' unfortunately it didn't work cause the other girl just smirked at her and sprinted to catch up with Izzy, still carrying her.

Not even seconds later her brothers all seemed to telepathically come to an agreement and they also all rushed to the three girls who had left the room by now. "Capture the triplets!" "We cannot let them steal our youngest sister! That's our job" "Charge!" "The baby!"

Neha's mother just looks to the closest person (who just happened to be Alejandro's mother) and cheerfully chirped "Children can be quite a handful can't they!" " Ah, si, though it seems as though you may need more hands than I do" "too right! You seem to be quite a reasonable woman, can I have your number? Perhaps we can arrange a play date between our children" she winked. The other woman just laughed and gave her her phone "si si, I'm sure my husband would be thrilled to see our boys making friends!"

Neha's mother then walks out of the room ignoring the catatonic state of shock her मीठी ग्रेमलिन्स left most of the room in.

Reveal in the competition

Either Neha gets into a scrap with one of the competitors (probably Duncan or Justin, she does not get on with either of them, like at all) and her wig comes off in the process or Chris designs a challenge where she has to reveal herself for the sake of drama.

The challenge could be a guess the secret one where all the contestants' greatest secrets are listed out plus a few red herrings. Whoever guesses the most correct secrets wins as well as whoever has their secret guessed correctly the least. Neha wins this challenge cause only 3 people correctly guessed her 'secret' (her, Eva and Izzy) and then she gets revealed as proof and spends the rest of the season as herself.

Another one is if they had all of the OG cast in a new season. Neha would 'reveal' herself to the viewers first. I think it would be funny if they are playing tag hide and seek with the contestants as a challenge in a city.

One of the teams are seekers and everyone else are hiders, they're out if they get tagged and join the taggers in hunting the rest down. The original taggers win if they get everybody. If they don't then whoever is left wins.

Neha wins the challenge.

She just takes off her wig and the first layer of her outfit, unbuttoning the top of her shirt and walks around. Multiple contestants walk past her but they don't notice her. She actually had a pretty fun day: she had a nice cup of tea, read a couple chapters of her book and explored the architecture in the city. At the end of the day she puts her wig back on and walks back to the hosts. When asked where she was she just says that she saw them multiple times and they were clearly just blind.

Basically the entire season is her gaslighting the rest of the cast. Like, she's not trying hard to hide it at all anymore, they just don't notice it cause they're kinda dumb. (-okay, maybe the eel does notice, she'll give him that) eventually Chref and Izzy join in on it.

"I keep tampons in my pockets to sell to Molotov, that bear is like really weird"

*After threatening Alejandro to get him to behave about Owen and getting a bit into it- crowding against him, forgetting that she was currently not wearing her compression vest and her boobs are kind of obvious* "what do you mean you could feel breasts pressing against you? Obviously it was my pocket books, I keep them in my breast y'know pocket. Pretty silly of you to get them mixed up dude."

"how do I know what periods feel like? Courtney... I'm kinda disappointed in you, I thought you knew I'm psychic"

"Noah's like the best person to talk to about wigs, he knows all about them!" "Wait, really?" "Yeah, apparently there's like a ton of different types of earwigs! I thought that there was only one tbh!"

Eventually she just walks out to a challenge as herself and acts like she wasn't pretending to be a guy the entire time.

"uhh, I've always looked like this, are you blind?"

"and finally the snark is here, you look a bit different, did you leave one of your books behind?" "Yeah" she gives herself a look over, ignoring the gob smacked expressions " I didn't think it was that noticeable though, I thought I should go for a change and I finally finished the book so why not. I honestly feel so much lighter without it already"

[lookinghalfacorpse]

Itwall c!doomsday trio prompt ideas: 1)Techno plays dress-up with steve and Dream and Phil are the judges or 2) Techno convinces Dream to play dress-up and they go show Technos masterpiece off to Phil

"Philza Minecraft."

"Yeah, mate?" Philza was lounged on the couch, his slippered feet propped on an ottoman close to the fireplace. Despite Technoblade's gameshow-host-esque tone, Phil's eyes stayed locked on the book in his lap. A hound's furry white head also occupied his lap, unbothered by the book cover on his forehead, and a crow was nestled carefully at his thighs. This old man wasn't going anywhere.

But Techno still had to try.

"Philza Minecraft!" He tried again, "If I may have the honor of your eyes upon my great creation."

"Oh!" Phil tore himself from the page, keeping a finger on his spot. "Great creation. Yes. Show me."

"You see, Phil," He extended an arm dramatically, summoning his best showmanship, "I am a man of many talents--"

"Mm-hmm--"

"I am a man of many talents, Philza, and while I'm most often concerned with the art of war, I am, of late, involved in the war of art. The battles of self-expression. The eternal struggle to create something beautiful. Philza Minecraft," he said, "I am entering the world of fashion."

"You always do dress very well, mate."

"I-- Well-- Thank you, Phil, thank you. I appreciate your immediate recognition of my genius. But fashion also means knowing how to dress more than just my peak-performance body. My perfect musculature. My piglin-ousity"

Philza nodded sagely.

"And you denied me an opportunity to play dress up earlier, so I am now taking back my right to express myself. My artistry. Through fashion. I present to you: Dream!"

Dream walked out through the shadow of the doorway, the dim light of the fireplace slowly illuminating the absolute mess that he was dressed in. He was dressed, exclusively, in Techno's clothing. Techno's crown hung limply at his gaunt shoulders, while the lacy white shirt was slowly sliding down his torso and revealing the skin all the way down at his ribcage. The pants, too, appeared to be sliding, ready to cascade into the oversized boots.

Dream had a massive grin on his face.

The crow fluttered away and the hound whined as Philza hopped to his feet.

"Nope! Nope!" Philza said, though he was fighting laughter, "No, no, no," He rushed over to Dream and gathered fistfuls of fabric in his hands, trying to pull it all up and keep the young man covered. "I told you it wouldn't fit! Lad, this is all gonna fall off you in three seconds."

Dream's face was red, but his smile remained. Despite Phil's efforts, the clothes had no chance of staying on. He felt the pants drop completely, though the length of the shirt kept him partially covered. A few weeks ago, he was embarrassed of his scarred skin, but there was nothing left to hide from either Techno or Phil anymore. "You bathed me earlier today, Phil--"

"We are in the living room! The windows are open! We don't get naked in the living room with the windows open! Mr. war-of-art doesn't know how to measure his models, eh?"

Techno stood with his arms across his chest, looking awfully proud of himself. "I think it's his best look yet."

Phil sighed, his shoulders falling as he realized how badly he was failing to preserve Dream's decency. Yet, there Dream was, smiling, looking absolutely dwarfed in Techno's clothes and almost half-naked as gravity took its toll. He had some color to his face, and his eyes were shining. He looked, for the first time in a long time, like he was having fun.

"Credit where it's due, mate."

[theriu]

Baby Dove Looking For A Home!

Hello all! Some of you may know that I have a mated pair of domestic ringneck doves! One is Puddleglum, this big, doofy, cackling, gray nerd.

And the other is Truancy, the prettiest peach lady and unrepentant seed glutton (also the daughter of @hellenhighwater ’s doves Arson and Larceny).

Like husband like wife

What you may not know is these two lay eggs like clockwork. Since I don’t know a lot of people looking for doves, I normally replace these with fakes or make the eggs nonviable before giving them back, and they’ll sit on them for two weeks before taking a week to make new ones. But this time, I MESSED UP—turns out I did not make them nonviable properly, and by the time I double-checked, I couldn’t just destroy them since they had gotten started.

SO, I am looking for a home for a baby dove or two! Here are the goobers at about a week old as of today (July 15):

One is way smaller than the other, so I waited to post about them until I was sure it was getting enough feed and care from the parents. But it seems to be doing really well now! They should both be old enough for new homes in about a month.

I already have one person interested, so I really just need one more. They are free to a good home (I’d like to see pics of your potential cage setup, and I can offer tips to new dove owners). I can’t gaurantee gender unless we do a DNA test, but I can get that done for $20 (for one bird) if you’re willing to reimburse me for that. I also offer a sandwich baggie of safflower seeds, the doves’ favorite snack.

I’m in southwest Ohio and am willing to drive a bit to meet you if needed. My family also has an alpaca farm that is hosting our August Alpaca Day on Aug. 19, if you want to make a trip of it! :D

Please PM for more details! And I will try to post updates here of the tiny floofs as they grow!

-River

[mcuamerica]

The Shadowsinger: Twenty-Four - Final

Warnings: pure fluff, smut (nothing too specific, but it's def there), ACOTAR series spoilers.

Pairings: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Azriel and you officially accept the bond.

Disclaimer: I do not own SJM’s characters or plot lines, only the ones I create for the purpose of this story. This is a work of fiction. I do not give permission to repost my work on any other platform or medium. Please be respectful.

Graphics are my own. If you use, please give credit!

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The next week, you stood in the threshold of the living room, watching as your family talked with one another. Azriel was seated in a chair in the middle and you had a plate with just his food on it. For some reason, you were very nervous. What if after all this time he decided he didn’t want to be bonded to you forever? What if he decided he wanted to go off and try again with Mor? Or someone else? Just as you were about to spiral forever, you felt a small tug on the bond, deep down. He looked over to you, the smile on his face growing. 

Your family quieted down and looked towards you. You felt heat rush to your face. This should’ve been something you did intimately, now that you thought about it. But you also knew that you wanted to share this moment with each person who allowed you to be here. 

Rhys and Feyre sat at the very end of the table next to Elain, Mor and (surprisingly) Nesta were across from them. On the other side of your eventual seat was Cassian. Across from you and Azriel was Amren and Varian. Wessian and Varyn sat across from each other on the other side of Cass and Varian. 

Each one of your family members were dressed impeccably. The females had on lovely evening gowns. You knew that Feyre and Rhys were hosting a small get together after this at the River Home, which had just finished being built. You and Azriel would not be in attendance. 

The males were in nice, slick pants, topped with a tunic or collared shirts. You’d never seen Cassian clean up so nicely. 

“Everyone.” You cleared your throat, stepping through the threshold. “Tonight is the night that my mate and I officially accept the bond.” You said, your eyes on Azriel’s. His shirt was tight against the muscles below, his wings spread out in a way of teasing you. Your dress was a mix of ivory and black with details that looked like shadows swirling around. Once your mating was done (and you were sure Azriel wouldn’t try to kill anyone who looked at you), you and Azriel would go to the temple and swear vows to be married. You may be attached to him through the bond, but you wanted for it to be through the law as well. And so did he. 

“Thank you all for coming. Please, have as much fun as you want once we leave.” You said and walked up to Azriel, a bright smile on your face. He looked at your with all the love and adoration in the world. “Azriel… I love you to no end. And I will love you forever. I offer you this food as my acceptance of the Mother’s blessing. Our mating bond.” You said and held out the plate to him. 

You could almost feel everyone holding their breath before Azriel took the plate in his hands, and began eating. Everyone cheered and you laughed, one of Azriel’s scarred hands came towards yours and squeezed it. Something told you that once he was finished with the food, he would want to leave. Immediately. So you sat down next to him, eating a little bit of your own food as you watched him eat every last bite, not leaving a single thing. As if on cue, you felt the bond snap further, driving your desire for him immediately into the roof. You could see it in his eyes, you were in a whirlwind of a week. Or month. Gods, you hope it was a month. 

You giggled as he didn’t even wait to start kissing you, pulling you up from the chair and kissing your neck. “Thank you all for coming.” You said and laughed when Azriel growled as they all tried to speak to you. You felt the shadows consume you and he winnowed to the outer bounds of the cabin. 

You clumsily flew the rest of the way to the front door. You giggled as Azriel picked you up and carried you through the door, immediately pushing you against the wall. “I think this is the most romantic you’ve ever been.” You joked. 

“I think this is the sexiest you’ve ever been.” He said down the bond. Your eyes widened as you kissed him deeply. “That’s right, sweetheart, I don’t even need to ask to know you want me as much as I want you.” 

You sent a vulgar gesture down the bond, kissing his neck. “Would you just fuck me already?” You asked, looking up at him. 

“No, sweetheart,” he said out loud, looking deeply into your eyes. “I’m going to make love to you, many, many times tonight. And then I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me for a break.” He rasped. 

If your legs weren’t wrapped around his waist, you would’ve dropped to your knees for him right there. “I’ll start begging now.” You said, trailing your hands towards his wings. “Please, Az, make love to me.” You whispered. 

A soft growl came from deep within his throat before he winnowed you within the cabin to the bedroom. He set you before the bed, turning you around to take off your dress slowly. He took his time kissing every part of your body, telling you why he loved it. From your neck, your shoulders, your hips, your stomach. All the way down to your core. He spent extra long on that part, devouring you until he brought you to your climax. 

You returned the favor, getting on your knees and sucking him until he finished in your mouth. The bond was in full force the entire night. 

When he finally laid you down on the bed and entered you, he held you hands above your head, intertwining your fingers. You moaned his name and he did the same with yours. 

You stared into each other's eyes as you both came. And in those moments afterwards, when you curled against him, hearts beating in sync, you realized you finally found your place in the world. After going through so much, you would spend the rest of your life with your mate. Maybe soon you would try for a child, have a little Shadowsinger running around. Or maybe you would take your sweet time with your mate, getting to know every single fact about him for another 170 years of your life before you had children with him. 

Whatever path you took, you knew that you would be happy with Azriel. With your mate. And most importantly, with yourself.

A/N: Awww this is the end y'all... I can't believe I posted an entire series... I hope you all have enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you have any requests for drabbles, or what I could include in a sequel, let me know! I'd love to hear your thoughts as well. Thank you so much for all your support as well!!! I love each and every one of you that has liked, commented, and reblogged. It has meant the most to me.

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