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we need more autistic jocks btw. jocks who are obsessive nerds about their sport of choice. jocks who are rigid about their workout routines and obsessed with the math of performance statistics and nutrition and reps. jocks who don't have time for alcohol or misogyny because why are you guys chugging beer and trash talking we need to be TRAINING. guy with no tolerance for homophobia because Teammate Trevor is an integral part of the strategy play who cares who he's dating

more jocks whose sole interest is playing the game to the very best of their ability, and infodumping doing a play-by-play review immediately afterwards at the sports bar while his teammates are trying to just get drunk and decompress

Seeing your requests open seats makes me happy 🤗

Id like to put another request in whenever you can or want to! Reader x the Spaniards (Alsonso & Sainz and honorary Franco- I know he’s not Spanish) with 🟣 and somehow semi public? Honestly whatever your magic can whip up is good too

Five times Carlos was jealous of Franco. 

And one time Fernando helped him do something about it. 

Warnings: smut, anal (mxm), Jealousy, mention of alcohol, idk if yachts count as semi-public? Fernando is manipulative, he is also bisexual, kinda dom nando, sub franco,  Carlos being pathetic and Nando being a good AND BAD friend, franco gets railed, idk what else to say

Prompt list

● The first time Carlos noticed you with Franco he almost threw up in his mouth. 

Franco and you were walking into the paddock, hand in hand and looking all happy together. 

For the entire day, when Franco wasn't busy, his arm was around you. 

Or his hand was on your back, or your neck, or your hair. He apparently felt the need to touch you at all fucking times. 

Carlos wasn't entirely sure why your relationship with the Argentine made him so angry. 

He wasn't into you like that, you were close friends, and he had nothing against Franco, so his own anger confused the hell out of him. 

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Carlos had been building up the courage to finally make a move on you. 

● The second time, Carlos felt his blood boil when he caught the two of you making out behind one of the garages. 

He'd almost punched the younger man in his stupid boyish face. 

How could you let Franco rope you into doing something so stupid and reckless? 

He was a bad influence on you, and Carlos told you so but you laughed him off. 

You said you and Franco weren't serious, that you were just messing around. 

That almost made it worse in Carlos' opinion. You deserved better than that, you deserved someone more mature. 

Someone who knew to please a woman. 

Someone more like him. 

That thought made him shiver.  

● The third time he finally thought he was getting somewhere. 

 In between race weekends you chatted often, and when you had two week breaks, the opportunities to see each other multiplied.  

You could feel how distant he'd been lately, and you wanted to remedy that by inviting him to your yacht party. 

It wasn't a huge thing, just a few drivers (the ones that could make it) and a few friends. 

But the first thing he saw when he got there was Franco, with his arms wrapped around you as you danced. 

He'd been stupid to think Franco wouldn't be there, but it still pissed him off to no end every time you kissed him. 

And that little number you were wearing wasn't helping either. 

It was somewhere between lace and mesh, covering and hugging your bikini clad figure underneath. 

You'd spent the afternoon swimming with Franco, it transpired. 

The only time he smiled was when you finally gave him some attention, sitting in his lap, obviously slightly tipsy, and told him how much you enjoyed being his teammate. 

Then you pecked him on the cheek, which made his heart beat out of his chest, before going straight back to Franco. 

He scowled the rest of the night, hoping everyone could forgive him for his inexplicable sour mood. 

But there was one other person there that didn't need an explanation. He knew Carlos well enough by now to know exactly why he frowned more than he smiled nowadays. 

● “Jealous? Of him? You have got to be joking” 

Fernando levelled Carlos with a look that clearly said ‘Cut the bullshit mate’ 

They were both standing around, watching the mechanics rushing around on media day, trying to get everything ready for the next day. 

“You have been teammates for two years and you never made a move, of course she has someone else now” 

The old man was right. Damn him. 

Carlos had been attracted to you from the moment you joined the team, but had been hesitant to potentially ruin the great dynamic you had going with him. 

“I know, and it's not like I love her, I just think I could satisfy her better than that kid” 

Fernando sighed. They watched you suddenly emerge from somewhere, pursued by Franco. 

From their vantage point they couldn't hear anything, but it looked like you were having an argument. 

“Ah? Trouble in paradise?” Fernando smirked. 

Carlos hummed thoughtfully. 

He wasn't about to jump in while you and Franco were having problems, he wasn't a dog. 

But he was insanely curious about what you could possibly be angry about. 

Maybe Franco had caught feelings? Maybe he was bad at sex? Maybe you were ending the arrangement because you liked somebody else? 

A man could dream, anyway. 

He won the race on Sunday, and when you'd jumped out of your car and into his arms he felt the weight in his stomach lift, just a bit. 

But you couldn't celebrate his win with him because you had an early flight. 

The more Carlos thought about it, the more he wanted to strangle himself for not fucking you sooner.  

● By the next race, Fernando was officially sick of Carlos' behaviour. 

He'd slumped down on his driver’s room couch and ranted about how he was sure you were in love with Franco because you'd stopped paying attention to him. 

“Listen, mate” He huffed “Do you want me to talk to her? Do you want me to talk to Franco?” 

Carlos scoffed at the idea. 

“No that would make it worse. They would know you came from me” 

Fernando rolled his eyes and made his way to the door. 

“I can be very inconspicuous…” 

… 

That night, Fernando followed you home. 

Not in a creepy way, he just took an uber with you to your hotel, so that he could start a conversation and hopefully dig into some gossip. 

Or at least that's what he told you. 

His real intentions were to get you to talk about Franco, and Carlos. 

And then if he got the answers he suspected he was going to get… maybe a little something extra. 

This week, your hotel room had a minibar, which you and Fernando made full usage of during the evening. 

“So what is the deal with you and Franco? If you are dating it is not very discreet… I am surprised social media hasn't picked up on it yet” 

You laughed putting your 3rd shot of whatever concoction Fernando had created down on the smooth marble of the bar. 

“No, no! We're just having fun!” you chirped “You know, like young people do” 

You winked and Fernando raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Have more respect for your elders!” he chuckled. “But if you aren't serious, why were you fighting in the paddock the other day?” 

“Nando!” you gasped “You little gossip monger!” 

He raised his hands in surrender. “Just curious” 

“Well… if you must know, we were arguing about Carlos” 

Beautiful, he thought, he didn't even need to bring up his fellow spaniard, you were doing it for him. 

“Franco thinks Carlos hates him. Because he has this idea in his head that Carlos wants to fuck me, which is absurd, and that I want to fuck Carlos!”  

Fernando gasped. 

“No!... but… do you?” 

You seemed to hesitate at that. “Well, I wouldn't say no, he is fit. But I doubt he'd be interested” 

He chuckled. “Really? I assumed you were more interested in younger men because of Franco” 

You smirked cheekily at him. 

“Not really, I can go for slightly older men. In fact I haven't spoken to Franco in a few days now…”  

Your hand landed on Fernando's knee, and he gulped. 

"I think I need a change of pace…” 

His eyes darkened and he leaned against the counter. 

“How much older can you go?” 

“I don't know…” you purred, hand slowly making its way up his tense thigh “twenty years? Give or take” 

The look in his eyes was predatory as he glanced at your lips. 

“Good.” He rumbled “Then let me show you the benefit of experience”... 

By the time he got on his plane the next day, he had a plan. El plan to end all plans. He just wasn't sure how to set it in motion. 

● The perfect opportunity landed in his lap a week later, when you sent him a text. 

“Nanooo, how would you feel about an afternoon on my yacht? Maybe have a bit of fun ;)” 

He grinned, typing out a response immediately. 

“I am always down for some fun ;) Can I bring someone to join us?” 

You were taken aback by his request, but you agreed without much convincing, even though he refused to tell you who he was bringing because it was a surprise. 

You sure were excited though, because there was only one logical choice. Carlos.  

The reason (you suspected) Fernando wanted to talk to you that night before… well… 

The memory made your heart beat a little faster every time it crept into your mind. 

How own earth were you going to handle two of them?

When the day came, you picked out your nicest bikini and sprawled out on the deck while you waited. 

When you heard a voice call out your name, you bolted upright. 

That wasn't Fernando's voice. It was… 

“Franco?”  

He grinned, making his way over to you. 

“Ooh you look nice today!” he embraced you warmly, but you just sat there in shock. 

“You were who Fernando wanted to bring?” you asked incredulously. 

“Yes? Are you disappointed?” he seemed a bit hurt at your lack of enthusiasm. 

“No of course not! I just wasn't expecting it to be you. I’m surprised you’d want to… you know, with Fernando.” 

You giggled and he kissed your forehead affectionately. 

“I am up for anything, you know that” 

Fair enough. 

“Why don't I get us a couple of drinks while we wait for him?” he offered kindly, he knew your yacht in and out by now and you accepted. 

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you watched him jog down the steps. 

You weren't sure whether you were happy or disappointed.  

Franco and Fernando seemed like quite duo, but you'd kind of build yourself up to the idea of finally getting to fuck Carlos and… 

Well you didn't really have time to finish that thought, because suddenly Carlos was there, walking across the deck, having just come aboard. 

He quickly noticed your terrified expression and stopped in his tracks. 

“I am guessing Fernando didn't tell you I was coming…” 

Your eyes darted to the steps, up which Franco would be coming any second now. 

“No he did not” 

“Are you… are you not happy to see me?” he looked heart broken and you snapped out of your stupor to go and give him a hug. 

“Of course I am… it's just-“ 

“Listen, I told Fernando if you are not comfortable with this, we do not have to do anything. He told me you would be…” 

He trailed off, eyes fixed on Franco who was standing back on the deck with two glasses in his hands, and looking slightly confused. 

Carlos scoffed “Why is he here? I thought it was going to be the three of us?” 

Franco’s eyes narrowed at the older man. “I could ask the same, I was invited by Fernando” 

Carlos looked at you questioningly, and you looked at Franco, who looked a Carlos, and it carried on like that for several seconds, a festival of wide eyes traveling back and forth. 

“I'm gonna call him” you finally broke the silence and grabbed your phone. 

When he picked up, his smiling face took up the entire screen and he was wearing the most ostentatious sunglasses you'd ever seen. 

“Fernando what the fuck did you do?” 

He just laughed and set his phone down so that you could see he was in a car. 

“Ah, I take it the other two are already there. I’m sorry nena, I will be a few minutes late, don't let them kill each other before I get there” 

He hung up, and you just stared blankly at the screen for a minute. 

“So… what do we think his plan was?” Carlos asked warily. 

You thought back to the conversation you had with him in your hotel room. 

“Well… I'm guessing he wants me and Carlos to fuck.”  your gaze snapped towards Franco “But I'm not sure what your role is in this”

“Well… I will get another glass then” Franco responded, and promptly made his way back downstairs. 

“I'm sorry Carlos, I had no idea about any of this” 

He chuckled “Well I supposed it is partly my fault. I have been complaining to Fernando that I have wanted to fuck you since you joined the team” 

You choked on your spit. 

Franco didn't take long to come back and sit with you, each of you with a cold drink in hand while you waited for Fernando. 

When he did finally arrive, the three of you just stared at him, waiting for an explanation. 

“I thought we could all have some fun!” he shrugged. “Given that some of us are already… intimately acquainted” 

You blushed, avoiding his eyes. 

“And also I want to see you two finally fuck” he pointed between you and Carlos. 

Franco, who was closest to him, looked up at him shyly. 

“What about me?” 

Fernando threaded a hand through Franco's hair, pulling his head back slightly and making the younger man's breath hitch as his eyes widened. 

“You… are going to sit on my lap, hermoso, and watch them” He smiled evilly “And if you are a good boy, I might reward you” 

Franco gulped, and that image was so hot your thighs clenched together involuntarily, which caught Carlos' attention. 

“You like that idea?” he muttered, leaning close to your ear “You want me to fuck you while they watch us?” 

You nodded with a small whimper, and that was all Carlos needed to press you down onto the sun lounger and devour you. 

Almost literally, he all but attacked your neck with his greedy mouth, licking and sucking at your skin in an effort to mark you up. 

His hand made quick work of the ties on your bikini, getting you completely bare for him, and he marveled at the sight. 

He then worshipped your chest, sucking hickies into your soft flesh while his hand made its way between your legs to teasingly slip a finger inside you. 

You moaned and wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“More, Carlos.”  

He slipped another finger in and his thumb came to rub circles around your clit, sending jolts of electricity up your spine at the contact. 

He couldn't believe you were this wet already. 

It took you an embarrassingly short time to come, and Carlos groaned into your neck at the feeling of your cunt fluttering around his fingers. 

The sound of a bottle cap opening caught your attention and you looked at where Fernando was lubing up his fingers. 

What made a new wave of arousal course through you though, was that Franco was on his lap, bare from the waist down, his legs spread open by Fernando’s thighs. 

“Fucking hell” you muttered, and Carlos seemed to have the same though as he watched with an open mouth as Fernando teased Franco's rim, before pushing two fingers inside the younger man. 

The whimper he let out made your cunt throb, and you licked your lips at the sight of Franco's cock leaking precome onto the floor in front of him. 

“Look at me” Carlos muttered, and the look he was giving you made butterflies erupt in your stomach. “I have waited for this for a long time, I am going to savour it” 

His eyes were fully black, and he slid into you slowly, inch by agonising inch until his hips met yours. 

You let out a breath, and pulled him down for a sloppy kiss while he waited for you to adjust to his girth. 

You glanced to the side, to where Fernando was placing Franco over his cock, and the younger man didn't even wince when he sank down onto it. 

“Now don't move until I say so” Fernando rumbled, and the order made Carlos twitch inside you. 

He thrusted into you shallowly, figuring out the angle and pace you preferred by the amount of noise you were making. 

Thank god your yacht was docked right at the end of the marina, next to the cliff face so you weren't very visible (or audible).  

As Carlos picked up the pace, he could feel your legs trembling, so he hooked them over his shoulders to press you down harder while he bullied his cock into you. 

The new angle made you fucking melt into the lounger, it was so good. 

Franco was having trouble obeying Fernando's orders, the sight of you falling apart under Carlos was making him so fucking needy it hurt. 

Not to mention Fernando's cock buried inside him, stretching him out so perfectly it was keeping him on edge.

“Nando…” he whimpered “Please, I'm gonna come” 

His hips were twitching uncontrolably, and the Spaniard decided to take pity on him. 

“Carlos!” he called “bring her over here so she can suck him off” 

The two of you crawled over without hesitation, and Franco was manhandled onto his knees with Fernando behind him. 

The first lick against Franco's angry, leaking tip made him sob out a whine and you promptly took him down as far as you could go. 

Carlos resumed his earlier pace, and stared at the way Franco's eyes rolled into the back of his skull. 

Fernando held him in place and thrusted into him at a brutal pace while you sucked him off diligently. 

Suddenly his body clenched and he threw his head back in pleasure. 

“Fuck- Mierda… Puta ma-“ 

Carlos couldn't hold himself back at the obscene sight in front of him, Fernando fucking into Franco like an animal, while you swallowed his cum like a good girl. 

A few more thrusts and he was spilling inside you as well, panting hard as he curled over you and wrapped an arm around your middle to ground himself after that intense wave of pleasure. 

Fernando wasn't far behind, coming inside Franco with a low groan while the Argentine let out a breathless whimper at the feeling of being filled up. 

Carlos thought he looked almost ethereal, glowing in the sunset with his lips bitten raw and his utterly fucked out expression. 

The thought almost made his cock twitch back to life.

Maybe there could be some room in his bed to explore some more with you and Franco by his side…

Double the treat, double the trouble

Australia 2025

warnings: smut, brief use of the cuck chair, Kimi discovers things about himself, blowjobs and face fucking, slight degradation, it's a relatively tame threesome (for me), Am I the first to write for piastonelli? If so it's an honour because they would be hot as fuck together

One of the Boys Masterlist

“I'm assuming it's still a ‘no’ for tonight?” 

You groaned and quickly typed a response to Lando's text. 

“Yup, I'm busy” 

You felt so sorry for Oscar and his ruined home race that you decided you were going to give him some attention. So you sent him a quick text to say you'd meet him in your hotel room that evening. 

On your way out of the paddock however, you bumped into Kimi, who had apparently been looking for you. 

“Can I ask you something?” he slid an arm around your waist and walked with you. 

“Of course Kimi, anything” you smiled at him, already having a feeling of where this was going. 

Ever since your first... encounter with Kimi in his gym, he'd been a bit more touchy with you, more comfortable. 

And you couldn't hide the fact that you'd really enjoyed that day. 

A light blush dusted your cheeks every time you thought back to it, his strong arms pinning you down while your nails scratched down his back. 

He hid his game well. 

“I was wondering if we could… you know. Tonight?” 

You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. He wasn't even on the podium.  

“Did George say something?” 

He avoided your eyes. 

“Umm… well he heard from Lando that you weren't seeing him tonight. And he assumed that you would be uhh, rewarding him and Max for the podium and that you would let me join because I am his teammate?” 

His eyes finally met yours and you huffed. George assumed, did he? And Max was probably in on the assuming. 

“If you don't want me to it's fine, I will just have to work hard for a podium next week…” 

You shushed him, taking out your phone.  

“Well actually, you can tell George I won't be seeing either of them tonight. I have other plans” 

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. 

Sure enough, you glanced at your screen and there was a text from George. 

“Can Kimi join us tonight? Xx” 

Fuck that.  

You didn't answer him, instead pulling up your conversation with Oscar. 

You looked at Kimi. His deep brown eyes were looking at you questioningly. 

“You know what, Kimi? You did a very good job today…”  

You leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek.  

“I think you deserve a reward”  

He grinned. “Yeah?”  

“Yeah” you purred into his ear. “I'll see you tonight, I'll text you the details” 

You squeezed his arm before making your way towards the exit, phone in hand as you sent a text to Oscar. 

“Change of plans, we'll meet in your room, and I'm bringing a guest <3” 

George and Max could show up to your hotel room if they wanted to. 

You wouldn't be there, and teaching them a lesson about entitlement made you almost giddy with excitement. 

“K. 401” was Oscar's reply. Short, sweet, and to the point. 

You met Kimi in the Hilton lobby. 

He followed you into the elevator, looking very confused about why you'd asked him to meeqt you in this hotel, which neither of you were staying in. 

“Where are we going?” he asked when the bell sounded for the right floor. 

“You'll see” 

He seemed a bit nervous, but mostly insanely curious. 

Good. Open mindedness was something you appreciated in your drivers. 

You knocked on the right door, and Oscar opened it with a towel wrapped around his waist and his built up physique on display. 

“Aaah…” he said with a tiny hint of surprise “Kimi” 

Oscar was always an astute observer. 

"I'm guessing you've got a plan?" Oscar lifted an eyebrow, glancing between Kimi and yourself.

You grinned at him. "I do indeed"

You instructed Kimi to take his clothes off, which he was happy to do, and get on the bed.

Oscar was about to follow suit but you stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"Not you. You're going to sit on that chair and watch us."

His brow furrowed in dissatisfaction.

"And if you're good, you'll get a reward."

He seemed to perk up slightly and settled on the cuck chair with his legs crossed and the towel still wrapped around him.

You turned to Kimi, joining him on the bed while he shucked his boxers off.

He was already half hard.

"You ready for your reward?"

He glanced at Oscar with a frown.

“I thought you normally spend the night with winners and podium sitters… not… p4 and p9?” 

“Well Kimi… you'll come to learn that actually, I do whatever the fuck I want” you smiled, getting closer to him " And tonight, that's you and Oscar" you threaded your fingers in his hair to pull him in for a kiss. 

Kimi was a sweet kisser, in more ways than one. He had chapstick on that tasted like berries, and despite the depraved nature of the situation, his kisses were always quite chaste.

You'd noticed it last time, too. It was quite intoxicating in a way.

His hands gripped your hips to steady himself, he was already getting lightheaded with want.

After another minute you separated, breathing heavily as you pressed yourself against him.

"You gonna fuck me, Kimi?"

His eyes darkened and his grin got wider.

He pushed you down onto your back and helped you out of your underwear, immediately going a bit feral at the sight of your uncovered body.

"You are so gorgeous" he murmured, he didn't seem to be aware that he said it out loud

You blushed at the compliment, pulling him down on top of you.

His fingers found the crease of your thigh, travelling inwards, and he smirked when he felt you were already wet.

He nibbled on the skin of your collarbone, lips gliding down your body lazily. He could feel the urge to taste you, and taste you he did, kissing down your stomach before spreading your thighs with his slender hands.

He hooked them over his impressively broad shoulders and smirked at you before diving in.

His tongue felt like magic where it pushed inside you, and the way he gently sucked on your clit while you ground your hips against his face sent you into pure bliss.

Kimi was good. And Oscar was getting very hard at the erotic scene in front of him.

Your back was arched in pleasure, fingers clinging to Kimi's curls while he groaned into your flesh like a man who was tasting heaven.

You came down from your orgasm and let go of Kimi's poor hair in favour of sitting up and pushing the young man onto his back.

You paused, smiling down at him evilly.

"Oscar, come here"

You motioned him over, and you giggled at the confused look on Kimi's face.

His cock was hard and heavy against his toned stomach, and you swore you saw precum beading at the tip already.

You pulled Oscar’s towel off, leaving him also hard, and very naked.

"I think Kimi deserves a reward for his impressive debut performance, don't you?"

The Aussie nodded slowly, gulping when his eyes briefly landed on Kimi's cock.

"Yeah, he does..."

You smiled at the blush creeping up his chest.

"Well I think you should be the one to reward him, it being your home race and all..."

He looked slightly unimpressed with your reasonning, but he certainly wasn't going to say no, and Kimi looked like he'd dies and gone to heaven when Oscar settled between his thighs.

It didn't take long before he was sweating and his head was rolled back at the overwhelming pleasure.

You knew how good Oscar was with his mouth, and you were happy to share that knowledge with Kimi.

They shifted around, Kimi now on his knees, and fucking into Oscar's mouth with fervour.

"Deeper, Oscar. Come on, he deserves it, yeah?"

He had tears clinging to his lashes and his cheeks were red with embarrassment.

The truth is he was enjoying the humiliation a bit too much, and you knew it.

The fact that a rookie had performed so well, and him so terribly at his own home race, made his heart pound with shame as he took Kimi deeper into his throat.

Kimi was barely holding onto his sanity at this point, almost staring in disbelief as his cock slid in and out of Oscar Piastri's mouth.

He'd gotten p4 at Oscar's home race, outscoring him, and now he was fucking his throat. It was surreal.

Your mouth was on Kimi's neck, gently sucking marks into it like you knew drove him wild.

"You did so good Kimi. So good today, you deserve a treat, hmm?."

You patted Oscar's cheek and smirked at him when he looked up at you.

"And this useless slut is going to swallow everything you give him, isn't that right pretty boy?"

Oscar shivered, moaning around the cock in his mouth.

"Fucking hell..." the younger man was breathing hard "I'm so close"

You knew exactly how to make him lose it. You learned last time that Kimi liked being bitten, and that information had not left your mind since.

"Then come. Make him take it all" you were mouthing at his right nipple, and he didn't even suspect your next move, his thighs already trembling with his impending orgasm.

You bit down, quite hard.

He let out a yelp before his hands tightened in Oscar's hair, pulling the older man onto his cock while he came down his throat.

Oscar swallowed it all, of course.

He always wanted to be good for you.

He coughed when he was finally released, heaving in breaths as Kimi collapsed backwards onto the mattress.

You leaned down to Oscar's level, and whispered into his ear.

"You were so good for me Osc. You deserve a reward too, by the way."

He lifted an eyebrow at you, and you winked.

"Kimi, have you ever been fucked?"

The younger man's jaw dropped, and he squirmed under your questioning gaze.

"No..."

You hummed and crawled towards him.

"Have you ever had anything inside you?"

The blush on his chest deepened and crept up his neck as he admitted that yes, yes he had.

His own fingers.

You and Oscar both had to take a second to recompose yourselves after that admission.

One day you were going to make him give you a show, you promised yourself silently.

And, well, long story short, Oscar was going to have the pleasure of being his first.

And Kimi was eager. Very eager.

Once he was prepped and wet, he flipped onto his hands and knees and arched his back expectantly.

Oscar chuckled at his adorable excitement.

"Not so fast boys" you piped up " Kimi you are going to fuck me while he fucks you..."

Both heads snapped towards you in surprise.

Kimi helped you slide into position underneath him, and he didn't waste time sliding into you to the hilt.

"Oh fuck..." you breathed, getting used to the stretch while he draped his body over you.

He nipped and sucked at your neck to distract you, and pretty soon you were relaxed in his arms and he could roll his hips languidly.

"Okay, Oscar..." your voice shook as Kimi's cock nudged your sweet spot. "Whenever you're ready"

His hands soothed over Kimi's hips, halting the boy's movements as he lined himself up, and slowly pushed inside.

The change in Kimi's demeanor was immediate. His jaw went slack and his eyes glazed over, he looked completely fucked out within seconds.

On the first thrust, his head dropped to the crook of your neck and he let out a low moan into your skin.

Oscar smirked at you over Kimi's shoulder and gave another, harder thrust.

A loud whimper eminated from the boy in your arms and you and Oscar both had to bite your lips to stop from giggling at Kimi's... state.

The third, and much harder thrust, wiped the smile right off your face however, because the force of it pushed Kimi's hips against yours, and that made you and Kimi moan out in tandem.

Over the next four and a half minutes (that's how long it took until Kimi was wailing into your skin as he came inside you) Oscar had a lot of fun playing with you and Kimi.

He varied the pace and roughness of his thrusts until you were both whiny messes under him.

As rewards go, this certainly was a good one.

He had the two of you at his mercy, alternating between watching your eyes roll back and being entranced by the way his cock was stretching Kimi out, for the first time.

The younger man trembled above you, riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm while Oscar chased his own, which was embarrassingly not far behind.

And because they were such gentlemen, they both agreed they should drive you to the brink of madness with their mouths all over your body, as a thank you.

They took turns eating Kimi's cum out of you, and you lost count of how many times they made you come.

Kimi left a few marks across your body, his sharp canines being his weapon of choice against your skin, while Oscar hooked his fingers against your sweet spot to make you moan wantonly into the stale air.

They both took pleasure in unraveling you over and over again, not satisfied until they'd wrung every last bit of pleasure they could out of you.

It was very late before you all curled up, not having the energy for a shower, and you quickly checked your phone.

You had several missed calls, and a few messages.

"Where the hell are you? Me and Max are outside your hotel" from George

"Oscar told me you were going to his, can I join? ;) ;)" from Lando

"Me and George waited an hour. If either of us win next week, we are going to fucking ruin you" from Max

You couldn't wait for China.

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I know it’s not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say

Reblog if you think a woman can be complete without children

Y’ALL HAVE TIME TO REBLOG THIS. IT TAKES LESS THAN FIVE SECONDS.

what energy drinks correspond to

redbull: probably straight

monster: gay gay gay homosexual not straight some flavor of non cishet as straight as a rainbow

how dare he be so gorgeous yet drink redbull and not monster just whyyyyyy

imogen is a nonbinary she/they asexual panromantic, and bonds with isaac and the rest of the girls in season two. thats it thats the post

yoo look at that art

the syndicate - reporting members

fun fact about me, the one and only time i tried to diet i drank a lot of water with lemon juice & cayenne pepper in it (bc of some dumb article i read online) and i came to enjoy the tangy pain so now even though I no longer diet my water bottles are still laced with generous amounts of cayenne pepper and every time someone new asks me if i have any water i am immediately jettisoned into the primal moral struggle of whether to explain to them my situation or just let them drink the spicy water

normal halloween fantasy world w/ vampires & monsters & all that good jazz but the skeletons are just normal people who happen to be deceased but stuck around

like ghosts get the option to stay w/ their corpses instead of passing on so now everyone’s family is made up of like 3 living generations and your great-aunt Bernadine

Haha suffer

people who reblog things bc "if I had to see this so too must my followers suffer" are the squelchy sproingy backbone of this site, thank u for ur service

The Beer Witch Post

(or how the stereotypical Wicked Witch is based in part on female brewsters*) 

Some background:

Women have been brewing beer for nearly 10 thousand years! 

That’s right! Beer is traditionally a woman’s drink, in that it was invented, produced, and drunk by women (and children) for all of recorded history. (src)

Beer only recently became associated with men (around the time it was commercialized of course!)  How did this happen?

Like many things, it involved the Church and a Witch Hunt.

(Note: this post is about a western stereotype; the action takes place in Europe.) Around the 11th cent., the Church realized that brewing alcohol was a great way for monasteries to generate revenue. At the time, brewing was the domain of Germanic tribal woman, and was important bc:

there was a huge demand for ale, due to its cheapness and the lack of potable water in most households

it allowed women to generate their own income at home.

That first part smelled like profit to the Church. That second part meant female independence, which they didn’t like at all. The solution was to get women out of brewing, and monasteries in. What better way than a witch hunt?

Of course, to have a good witch hunt, first you have to invent a witch.

Inventing the Wicked Witch

As female brewsters were pushed out of their fields (being denied licenses and guild membership), the Church set up shop. Monasteries & nunneries were sort of the perfect place to manufacture, what with their land & resources & free labor. Women were still the main brewers in many communities, but this would change over the centuries as the Church waged a War of Defamation against alewives & brewesses. 

The association between woman and sin has always been an easy argument to make, biblically. As women, alewives were ridiculously easy to defame. The rhetoric went something along the lines of:

women created sin

women are sinful

women use beer to spread their sinful ways & take money from men

Alewives, who ran alehouses, were cast as treacherous, deceitful women who cheated men by luring them into playgrounds for the devil, ruled by the sins of gluttony and lust.  

Alewives in hell became a popular Church-spread trope:  

“The Church specifically taught that alewives would be the only people left in hell after Christ freed all the damned.“ (src)

Thus, female brewers became easy target to associate with the devil, and with witchcraft. 

Whether or not brewsters were outright accused of consorting with the devil, the implication was there. And later, so was the imagery.

The Church’s centuries-long smear campaign worked too, helped by the fact that as brewing became more lucrative, more men entered the field, and were happy to help push women out. By the 17th century, the (European) brewing industry was male dominated, for the first time in human history. 

Witchcraft & Brewing: Symbology

The lifestyles, clothing, and tools of real women brewers were taken and used as iconography for witchcraft. 

Many of the props associated with the stereotypical Wicked Witch were just common objects alewives used to denote the brewing trade.

CALUDRONS & CATS: The image of a woman standing over a boiling cauldron once had a very different connotation: ale brewing. Cats, of course, were kept around to protect the grain supply.

BROOMSTICKS: these symbols of domestic trade were used as advertisements. A broom hung outside a home or alehouse was an easy-to-recognize sign that ale was available to buy. (Keep in mind that before literacy was common, most signs would be symbolic, not written.)

THOSE BIG, DISTINCTIVE HATS: This was a marketing thing too! Wearing a large hat to stand out in the market crowd was a symbol of a brewster with wares to sell. (src)

An Alewife, in her innocent witchy attire. Simple advertising like these allowed women to sell brews that they were already often making for their families at home.

The more you know! A shoutout to all those ladies brewing throughout history, from priestesses to alewives to homemakers alike. For thousands of years, generation after generation of families were fed & watered & kept healthy by women brewing at home. Thank you ladies, for your service.

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just to be clear, the fact that music was nominated for a golden globe is absolutely disgusting. every single (adult) involved in that gross, ableist movie should be sickened by themselves.

for those of you who don't know, music (2021) is a movie being directed by sia about a nonverable autistic girl. not only does it not include any actually autistic people in the movie itself but it also only took advice from autism speaks which is looked at as a hate group by the majority of the autistic community. leaked scenes have also shown the movie glorifying prone restraints which are incredibly dangerous and have resulted in major injuries and even death to disabled people as recently as last year.

autistic people just like me have been incredibly outspoken about how harmful this movie is but the allistic have been mostly silent. we are already seeing reviews calling this movie 'inspiring' and important' and it's absolutely horrific! we need your help calling this out. please stand with us and call out this disgusting display of disrespect to autistic folks.

💛 - your local actually autistic pal

p.s. please, please reblog if you aren't autistic.