Petplay But I'm A Cat So I Completely Refuse To Cooperate With Whatever Scene You're Trying To Do

crying in the club so hard rn

geto eating

vs.

geto EATING

"Your rut's in a month, right?"

Max opens his cupboard, pulling out three Red Bull shirts and dumping it in is bag, "Yeah, around three weeks, I think."

An arm snakes around his waist, Max rests his back against Charles' chest as the other kisses up his scent gland, "Baby, please carry something other than RB kit."

"Sure," He tugs at an Alpha Tauri, letting it slide off and into the bag.

There's a groan against his neck, Max laughs, Charles is so easy to rile up.

The hand tightens on his waist as Charles sighs, "I want to mate you so bad, Max, it'd be so easy to. I can do it now, you can bite me back."

His stomach swoops, it'd be so easy. He'd be Charles' just like that. Charles will be his.

"If it triggers either of our ruts, we'll miss your home race." He turns around, pulling Charles closer by his waist. His eyes are closed but his face is peaceful, Max cups his cheeks, "and you wanted to mate at home."

"Stupid me."

Max rolls his eyes, pulling the Monegasque's head down to rest on his shoulders, "Yeah, you are."

A smile presses against his shoulder, Max kisses his hairs.

_

The paddock noise feels like something pressing at a live wire exposed in his body.

Every smell carries a scent, every touch is scorching at his skin. They were warned it's sensitive after mating, your senses mingle into one- you feel for two people. Max doesn't even like feeling for himself.

"Maxy!"

His eyes dart towards the source, tension draining as Daniel makes his way to the space between wrapped tyres and the wall.

"Congratulations, fucker!" His body is covering Max's, hands messing the strands placed to perfection. Max feels like home.

"No one knows yet."

Daniel's grin widdens, his eyes zeroing in at the mark. Max feels the heat rising in his cheek. Charles broke skin there, it's red and purple with the blood pooling beneath the surface, he loves it.

He whistles at Max, hesitating a second before putting his arms across his shoulders.

"I can tell. You look like a spooked deer."

Max feels the crimson darken, he pushes the hand off him.

"I am fine, of course."

Daniel purses his lips, "Of course."

A beat.

"I have extra nose blockers?"

Max takes one of the ghastly looking blockers with Pierre's face on it (Secret Santa gift, he hopes.) and dares Daniel to speak anything of it. He is fine, of course.

Maybe with a food poisoning (They should have never cooked themselves) and a sore throat (That, he doesn't regret) and too much sweating (The June of Barcelona is hot.) and he can feel everything Charles does and all Charles feels in Ferrari is pain. It's okay, they told him it'd be like this.

things i think about CONSTANTLY:

daniel handler said that everyone in a series of unfortunate events and the surrounding universe is jewish “unless stated otherwise”

the only time it could possibly have been considered “stated otherwise” is in the netflix tvv, when poe and his wife mention being the only kids in their class without b'nei mitzvahs

literally the only non-jewish characters in this series are the bankers

daniel handler is the funniest man alive

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz Jr Characters: Carlos Sainz Jr, Lando Norris Additional Tags: Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Read at Your Own Risk, sad Lando, Depressed Carlos, Lando needs a hug Summary:

Carlos has thought about it a lot.

He’s been planning it for a long time.

And he’s finally decided what he has to do.

But there’s one thing he needs to do before he does it.

——–

Here is my first ever Carlando fic. I hope you all enjoy it.

Satoru calls Suguru in every possible way, he has tried all the options from wife/husband/kitten/bunny and so on, but in every possible way prevents Suguru from calling him anything other than "Satoru". One day Suguru asks him about it and Satoru simply replies:

"You pronounce my name in a special way, I don't want to lose it. You pronounce it not rudely, not sharply, not irritably, even when you are angry on me. The way you call me already makes me melt, Suguru".

Suguru blushes and pushes him, calling him an idiot. And Satoru only shrinks back, answering that he is his one and only idiot.

Just my thoughts hehehe :"D

Bring the lion out

he's so scrunchy wdym this is the villain of formula 1 he just likes cats

Assigned gay at discord DM.

The insane man texting me is @itsillyakuryakin

este supporting a programm for students to show their mechanical skills, having a chance at an internship at alpine for years

este supporting the race(h)er programm and f1 academy, including him praising female drivers like abbi pulling, doriane pin, lisa billard, and bianca bustamante

este supporting queer rights, wearing a rainbow bracelet, proudly sharing the alpine rainbow livery and talking about how important it is

este supporting sick children, phoning them in hospitals and participating in les enfoires, petits princes and other charities

just. este supporting those with less privilege because he knows exactly what it feels like