Automaticclappinggravallese - AUTOMATIC CLAPPING GRAVALLESE

heyy! can u write a fanfic abt wiping off f1 drivers’ kisses. like what would their reaction be if you wiped ur lips or cheeks after they kissed you? (preferably lando!) thank you!!

K I S S I N G - LN4

listen up : no warnings!! ovi kisses!!! thanks for the request i only have the energy to write for one driver rn!! <33

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Lando’s mouth is on yours, his body pressing against you as you lay slanted on the couch. “Lando, we have to go.” you whisper into the kiss.

He groans and just pulls you closer, his hands dangerously gripping your leg. You actually stop him this time, sitting up, and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, “We actually have to leave!”

Lando frowns, clocking your movement immediately. He kisses you quickly just to test it. You wipe your lips again.

“Excuse you?” He frowns, tilting his head.

“Hm?” You look up at him.

“You wiped your mouth.”

You try to hold back your smirk, “So?”

“So!? So, am I slobbery?” He scoffs, clearly offended, his curls moving as he looks away from you.

You roll your eyes, starting to stand before he pulls you back down, “Lando!”

He kisses you once more, pulling back to look up at you; as soon as your hand goes to your mouth, he lets out a laugh and kisses you again.

This has you both laughing now, he kisses your lips, then cheeks, your jaw, then neck. He’s peppering kisses all over you as you just squirm and laugh under him.

“Lan!” You scream as he kisses your shoulder.

“This is what you get for wiping away my love for you!” This makes you laugh more.

“Death by kiss.” You sigh and lean back into the cushions, resting a hand over your forehead, “Lovely way to go.”

He shakes his head, “I hate you.”

You grin and place your hand on his chin, kissing him softly, “No you don’t.”

The corner of his lips quirk, “No I don’t.”

X is for X-phoria, the Precipice of Joy and Anguish

Euphoria is Dysphoria, one moment I'm a second closer, the next I'm a dozen behind, I claw at the seams and the threads bind, silent shrieks shatter, sear, and shred the mind. Then there I am I am I am, wishing I was beautiful again.

Never quite feel one without the other I suppose. Constant companions, for better and worse. Or at least so I feel for right now.

Recently I've been seeing a lot more posts by trans people on twitter, and on one hand I'm extremely glad to be finding more people like me, especially this early on... on the other hand I feel an incredible anxiety about talking to anyone.

I guess it also makes me consider how much I used to basically just dump art on socials, so now if I actually start talking to people it could maybe drive people away from the art.

when they jonas brothers were like “i came from the year 3000..not much has changed but they live underwater..” that was a politically charged remark about climate change and we all ignored it

part 2 to "In Trouble" please🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Part One

Warnings: handcuffs, lingerie, cockwarming

Charles held her in his lap and Max approached Lando. Still sitting so smug on the sofa. But this was exactly what he wanted. He held his head up high and Max gasped his chin.

A whimper left his lips. He was fucking loving this. "Why'd you do it, huh?" Max's voice was soft, almost mocking. "You wanted to get our girl into trouble, didn't you?"

Another whimper left his lips. That was all the answer Max was going to get from him. He touched his thumb to Lando's lips and stared into his eyes. He was pretty, but he was trouble.

"Fine," Charles said and hauled her to her feet. "If you guys wanna fuck, that's fine with me." He pulled her to the bedroom, keeping his arm wrapped around her. "Is all of this okay?" He asked as he sat her on the bed and pushed her hair behind her ear.

She gave a nod as Max rummaged through their wardrobe. "Yeah, Charlie," she whispered and leaned forward to kiss him quickly.

Max pulled three things from the wardrobe. Her favourite pink lingerie, the black, fluffy handcuffs and the matching pink ones. She looked at him with a pouty expression, and Max just gripped her chin. "Relax," he whispered and pulled her shirt over her head. "You're gonna love this. He, however, isn't."

She took the lingerie set from him and got changed into it. Making sure her boobs sat right, she turned to Max and held out her wrists. "Not yet, mijn prachtige," he whispered and took her hand.

Sandwiched between Max and Charles, they led her out of the bedroom and over to where Lando was still sitting on the sofa. Behaving, which came as a surprise. He sucked in a breath when he saw her, hands reaching out to grab her.

They let him, let Lando pull her onto his lap. But then he was looking up at Max and Charles. "This... isn't punishment," he said slowly.

Max and Charles looked at each other. But then Max was freeing Lando's dick from his sweats. Charles pushed her underwear to one side and lowered her onto him. Still, this wasn't punishment.

"Hands," Max demanded. He grabbed Lando's hands, pulled them behind her, and cuffed them together, locking Lando's arms around her. Max did the same to her, moving her arms around his neck and locking the pink cuffs around her wrists.

Max and Charles sat on either side of them. "Don't you dare think about moving," Charles said, his hand gripping Lando's hair. He tugged it enough to have him begging for more. More that Charles wouldn't live.

It was torture.

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