dee

dee, he/him, 19 sideblog!! ao3 new blog bear with me

[willrikerenjoyer]

going to start going by dee on here instead bc i created the name wire as an amalgamation of my username but i havent been able to to connect w it so it feels weird. so. Middle name be upon ye

[flurofujo]

mclaren admin posting yaoi to distract us… like clockwork

[willrikerenjoyer]

need . a freak. NOW !

[merclando]

i get that lando is the real idgafer this year and just cheesing away no matter what happens that makes sense but like why is oscar so chill as well who gave him a lobotomy

[foxlaren]

inspired by that one post, here are some f1 rpf spaces that i really like other than the nondescript hotel room:

the nondescript post-race celebration night club

the driver’s room/motorhome

the manufacturer hq

the nondescript monaco restaurant (usually seafood)

the sponsor event/awards ceremony

the aforementioned event or club’s bathroom

the private jet

[willgrahamscock]

reading problematic fanfiction but shaking my head so random tumblr user who thinks thought crimes are real knows I don't condone it in real life

[willgrahamscock]

ignore my boaner 👍

[willrikerenjoyer]

i just be saying anything. sorry

[willrikerenjoyer]

i think i am stuck forever in a cycle of man i used to be was so cringe. thank god im normal now. and then six months passes and

[willrikerenjoyer]

hey guys. whats up. How’s it hanging #wednesday

[willrikerenjoyer]

genuine genuine question. howww do you like. Stop . feeling shame. when you write ANYTHING. i particularly have this issue with smut and its so frustrating bc i know i cant improve if i dont let myself just WRITE. but its HARD.

[willrikerenjoyer]

maybe this will translate to my smut writing - i find in my other writing that if im uninspired for pretty words i find it easier to just write out what is going to happen as barebones as possible. and then make it nice later. (wire discovers what drafts are.) so i guess i could apply the same thing here .?

[willrikerenjoyer]

genuine genuine question. howww do you like. Stop . feeling shame. when you write ANYTHING. i particularly have this issue with smut and its so frustrating bc i know i cant improve if i dont let myself just WRITE. but its HARD.

[willrikerenjoyer]

does anyone know if we are allowed ? quastion ?

[rslashrats]

[xeolf]

@funnier-when-objectum

[softosc]

this is a normal post about legs

[oopslandiia]

[oopslandiia]

YAY!! can i ask… piastrell + gaming ? :3

- @willrikerenjoyer

one word prompt game

Oscar doesn’t even know how long Max is already on stream. Gaming, like always, the occasional scream or slur of words that are totally not okay for his audience to hear.

But he likes it. Like watching Max going trough every emotion on the planet while Oscar watches him from the doorframe, camera tilted in the way it doesn’t catch Oscar if he stays at that one specific place.

They are both not ready to tell the world. It was already a bit weird to tell Lando about it, his teammate and his best friend. But he stayed calm, that mischievous gleam in his eyes before he patted Oscar on the shoulder. "It‘s okay, Osc. Knew before you did.“

Later that night, when Max joins him in bed, Oscar stirs a bit from his sleep, curling around the warm body next to him. Max carefully runs a hand trough Oscar‘s hair, pressing a kiss against his temple.

"What time..“

It’s just a mumble from Oscar but Max understand, he always does. Instead of answering, he wiggles around until he can place his head on Oscar‘s chest and Oscar can wrap his arms around him.

"Doesn’t matter Osc. No gaming tomorrow, I promise.“

THANK YOU SO MUCH @willrikerenjoyer <3

[oopslandiia]

ALSO landoscar + whisper

one word prompt game

It’s that kind of meeting that goes for hours. The chair under his ass is hard and already slightly sweaty, next to him Lando yawns every five seconds and Zak shoots them a warning gaze.

The first few times Oscar lifted his hands in surrender, but now? He couldn’t care less. All he can think about it is a shower and his bed, no more tyre strategist or talks about pitstops that were as long as AM‘s.

When Zak points something out on his computer, Lande see‘s his chance. He leans over to Oscar, one paw sliding on Oscar‘s thigh to keep his balance, plush lips close to his ear - too close for a setting like this, close enough to whisper.

"You wanna fuck me later? In the shower? Couldn’t think about anything else in the last 30 minutes. Just you pressing me against the tiles, having your way. Fucking out all your..“

"LANDO“

It’s harsh and Oscar nearly jumps out of his chair when Zak basically screams at them. Thank god nobody knows that the blush spreading on his cheeks is because of Lando and not because he is ashamed.