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TW: christian horner situation

i’ve been thinking about this situation after the verdict and i’m only gonna speak about it once here

dismissal does NOT equal innocent.

to start: when it first became public, information was all over the place. But a few things remained true throughout it all

someone had the courage to speak up against someone as powerful and wealthy as christian

red bull tried to get christian to resign and instead he lawyered up.

some share holders wanted him fired

i also want to point out we only know the victim’s position because (i believe) the washington post stated her position. Washington Post and NY times don’t public GOSSIP or RUMORS like some claim.

if that was the case, why didn’t red bull squash that from the jump?? why did the case become public??

also. some share holders of red bull (forgive me i can’t remember and trying to filter through my links is a nightmare rn) wanted christian FIRE. why the FUCK would they want him fire if he didn’t SERIOUSLY fuck up? and it’s not the way he runs the team!!

J said it PERFECTLY. if christian is truly innocent why are they hiding the facts? why hasn’t red bull spoken? why did part of their share holders want him fired? why did other news outlet report he wears cleared? why hasn’t red bull given us ANYTHING if he’s TRULY innocent? why did they DISMISS the case?

once again, and help me say it for the people in the back: CASE DISMAL DOES NOT MEAN INNOCENT.

it’s sad to say but people with power and money will never truly be served justice. there was 100 pieces of evidence that was dismissed.

the victim was a brave soul but its people like you, anon, as to why victims do not speak up. and its cases like this that crush any little hope victims have to see the justice system is not infallible. i hope the victim is doing okay

but also no. J is NOT the problem. J, along with everyone else, have a right to question the outcome and question how red bull has handled this

that is all.

PS: i will not be speaking on this issue after this as this is a case that hits too close to home for me so please don’t send any asks about it.

If the investigation had found christian had acted inappropriately, no one would've questioned it. Why are people questioning it just because the outcome wasn't what they wanted? If you're questioning the outcome then you're the problem.

can you actually tell me that a sexual harassment case has never been dismissed by a court of law because the accused was a person in power? do you think the justice system is infallible?

if you believe that, then you are either naive or stupid.

as i said in a previous ask, if christian actually IS innocent, then why are the facts not being made public? red bull literally has nothing to lose and everything to gain from proving christian’s innocence with facts and data. they have nothing to gain from protecting someone who is making false allegations. i am questioning the outcome because of how there aren’t any facts that they’ve provided. they just kinda said oh he’s clear okay.

if i blindly believed everything everyone said i’m pretty sure i would’ve been kidnapped at this point or had my internal organs sold on the black market.

i wanted the allegations to be fake bc i actually rly liked christian horner before this…

ps. if you think i’m such a problem then why are you wasting your time on my blog lol

#moon speaks #this is it #i’m not speaking on it again #moon reboots

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just finished the logan q&a…gotta write more for logan he deserves so much love

#moon rambles #oh my baby boy #ls2 #logan sergeant

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howdy! sorry for being so god damn slow with my writing. life's been something rn and it's sucked out my creativity but i have off next week so here's to locking myself away to write!

#moon.late night #moon rambles #irl updates #ugggh #yall im so tired #so sorry for the delays #promise i did not forget

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Charles | Ferrari style.

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE THANK YOU.

#what a MAAAAN #formula 1 #charles leclerc #cl16 gifs #HOLY SHIT #the thoughts i have…#oh my god

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ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ The Secret Library

I know I blab a lot about my feelings, and I'm going to blab a lot more now. So as some of you might know, I'm very anti-Israel (because... fuck genocide, am I right). I repost stuff about Palestine. This is not a secret, I guess. Today, Israel bombed Lebanon- and I have a close friend who lives in Lebanon. I don't really think there's much I can do about everything, even if I feel very strongly about this entire issue, but I feel compelled more than ever to do even something small to kind of show my support to the victims of Israel's fuckery.

Which brings me to this.

I'm going to be doing a few fics on Patreon for the month of February, a lot more exclusives than usual and post a few works here. All proceeds from my Patreon subscriptions from the month of February and any Ko-fi tips I may receive will be going to The Outreach Foundation, an organization that aims to provide basic care and relief goods to those affected in the region. I might crosspost some here, but the unabridged versions will be on Patreon for the month of February to encourage donations!

Of course, I'll be posting proof of donations here when I make the payment! Anyway, so I've cooked up a few special things that might be interesting to you guys- which is this whole Secret Library thing I'm doing.

The Secret Library is going to be a series of fics + a few other offers that I'll be doing to kind of raise funds to make a donation to honor my friend, who's one tough motherfucker, and to support the cause.

Fics

This list will be updated regularly, once I have more ideas (and header images), and with the Patreon post links once they're up!

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Cherry Girl (OP81 x Reader)

Summary.

You’ve never really minded a mundane, normal life. You’re happy with your office job, your errands, your daily walks down the streets you’ve known your whole life- you get enough excitement from the new guy you’re dating. Little did you know that when it came to thrills with Oscar, you hadn’t seen nothing yet.

Word Count. ???? to be determined

Warnings. Probably inaccurate depictions of crime. Smut. Me being unleashed on the concept of Oscar in a leather jacket should be enough warning, I think.

Somewhat inspired by this ask. AKA, getaway driver!Oscar x reader brought about by that leather jacket.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Million Dollar Man (MV33 x Reader)

Summary.

Max Verstappen. Screwed up and brilliant. He's a three-time world champion with walls higher than Jericho. You just want to know how he ended up that way. After you find out, you know you'd still follow him anywhere and anywhere though.

Word Count. ???? to be determined

Warnings. Angst. Some discussions of Jos Verstappen's A+ parenting.

Requests

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Commissions

If you'd like to request a commission, my commissions are open on Patreon for $50. Alongside the rest of my proceeds, I'll be donating 100% of the amount I receive to The Outreach Foundation.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Blurbs

If you don't want to use Patreon or Ko-fi to support, but still want to help out with the relief efforts for the people of Palestine and Lebanon, drop me an ask with a screenshot of a donation you make to any organization that's supporting the affected folks + a driver + a trope, and I'll write a blurb/mini fic for you- I'll make it extra good.

If you don't have the money to donate, that's totes valid. I mean, I'm jobless myself... But any reblogs would be appreciated. Do also make sure to not let the crimes against humanity that Israel is committing go unnoticed- repost, share things. Talk about it with your family and friends if you can.

Also, you can do a click a day to help the people of Palestine!

Taglists

General. @i-wish-this-was-me @st4rshine @inloveallthetime @artielotl @seasideslope @darleneslane @lilypadlover @biancathecool @piastrimovs @depressedriches @oscahpastry @prettiest-at-the-party @lifeboredme

Cherry Girl. @iloved111lfs @clowngirlsstuff @emisaxols @squidshot81 @emz2092

A strikethough means I couldn't tag you!

#moon rambles #reblog reblog reblog #boost this for the love of everything people

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irl rant & writing update:

if you’re gonna be a shitty fucking person, at least own up to it??? don’t make excuses left and right to justify it when the ENTIER friend group sees it.

also don’t text me for the shit you NEVER paid me back. if you do, at least offer to pay me back?? don’t assume imma just give it you tf???

anyway, given the whirlwind week i had with my friend group i’m planning to write tomorrow & monday

#moon rambles #life update

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#moon.rambles #me with ghostface!oscar #there was not suppose to be a plot #now it's getting a second plot #wtf is happening

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we need more logan sargeant smut in this app

#moon rambles #everyone read take a break #im working on more logan smut #stay tuned

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i’m actually foaming at the mouth holy shit hOLY SHIT WOOOOW

.ೃ࿐𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 . . . | 𝐨𝐩𝟖𝟏 |

oscar piastri x fem!reader

plot. your sexual frustration is humiliatingly evident when oscar lets you sit on his lap

wc. 2.2k

warnings. smut 18+, thigh riding, innocent!reader, praise kink, purity rings, osc has a major corruption kink & refers to himself as god (sorry🫣), manhandling, swearing, allusions to heaven, and religious symbolism

A time when the gifted silver band wasn’t laced around your ring finger is not one you remember clearly. At the ripe age of twelve, with a face adorned with baby-like features and an ever-present aura of giddiness, your father had gently placed the circle on your overstretched hand.

“It’s a promise for abstinence,” he’d responded to your furrowed brows, but the foreign word had only deepened your confusion. “Look—here, it says, ‘I will wait for my beloved’. And you will, won’t you?”

Even now, despite his absence, you find yourself nodding at the slightly threatening question as your right hand fiddles with the thin loop. Boredom eating at your mind, your eyes shift to the figure occupying your chair; a smile slowly creeps onto your lips.

Oscar, a man of stubborn chestnut hair and constellations of moles embellishing his toned frame. The gleaming screen of the rectangle illuminates his face harshly, likely stinging his eyes as they dart across his unanswered emails.

A sigh leaves your lips. You fall pliant on your bed, unraveling the tight knots in your shoulders with a roll of your arms and an arch of your spine—an obnoxiously loud noise (a little whiny, in Oscar’s opinion) echoes along the room.

“You need anythin’, baby?” Oscar mumbles, mindlessly tapping at his keyboard.

With an exasperated huff, you lift yourself to sit upright and lean on your arm, your head lolling lazily to the side. Oscar perks up. He rips his eyes away from the rectangle box to crane his neck back and peer down at you through thick lashes— you and that godforsaken circle around your finger.

The small, knowing grin that makes itself home on Oscar's lips almost makes you embarrassed at your obvious search for attention. Almost. Your boyfriend sways his hips lightly to turn the wheely chair toward your peripheral vision.

“C’mere, sit on my lap while I finish?” he muses, patting his right thigh encouragingly. When he registers your giddy smile and hasty advances toward him, Oscar wants to punch himself three times in the gut for not asking you sooner.

“Well, if you’re begging for it,” you shrug sarcastically through a tight-lipped smile, finding solace in the V of his pale thighs before pausing.

Oscar notices your sudden shift in demeanor because, well, when does he not? “What’s wrong?”

You blink dumbly, pointing your index finger at the hem of his loose, cobalt blue shorts. The Australian follows the invisible line shooting out of your finger and frowns; his thighs tense instinctively, your unnerving stare fueling his insecurities more than he would like to admit.

“Y’don’t like them? I went to the mall with Lan last week, and he told me they were nice, so—”

The last of his words are muffled by a hand pressing against his mouth. Guilt shines through your pupils, he notices. “No, no, Osc, t-they’re fine. Fine, just– just short, is all.”

Really, incredibly, stupidly short. They were bunched up to the crease between his inner thighs and crotch, the pure muscle spilling out from the sides, making you curl your fists by your sides.

“Ah.”

Hesitantly, you meet his eyes, and regret swells in your heart almost immediately. “What? Why’re y’looking at me like that?”

Oscar nearly coos at the slight whine in your voice, and he reaches out to wrap his fingers around your forearm. Now, he’s sure he coos when you melt into his lap, his palms gripping the back of your folded knees and pulling you closer into his embrace.

“M’sorry, sorry, baby,” he laughs, and you hum happily as you bury your forehead into the crook of his neck, Oscar pecking your temple lovingly.

He still sounds like he’s aware of something you have no recollection of but. The warmth that wraps your soul in a blanket each time Oscar touches you returns, and the thought is quickly forgotten.

“S’fine,” you murmur. And you mean it this time.

A hum ripples against his throat and vibrates against your skin; time drifts by unknowingly—fast or slow, ten minutes or hours—but it’s enough for you to shift listlessly in your place. Oscar freezes, his pupils blown wide.

“S–shit, y/n, stop that,” he seethes through gritted teeth, hands flying to your waist and pushing you back slightly.

Your eyebrows furrow, confused wrinkles covering your forehead as you gaze down at him for an explanation, a reason—really, anything to stop your mind from running at a hundred miles per second.

“What?” a pout graces itself on your lips; Oscar wants to kiss it away, but. But if he does, he’s not sure how much self-restraint he can muster around you. “D’I do somethin’? Why don’t you...”

Sighing heavily, Oscar’s tight hold on your waist relocates down to your thighs. “No, no, baby—fuck, no, nothing like that. Just,” he lifts your knee to straddle one of his thighs instead. “Like this... s’better.”

Half instead of whole, and.

And Osc would cross the world twice, delving into each volcano and marching up the tallest mountains, to reassure you that you did nothing wrong in particular. It was him. Him and the blood rushing to his balls from you practically humping your clothed pussy against his dick.

Okay, maybe ‘humping’ is a bit of an exaggeration, but it didn’t feel like one.

Unbeknownst to Oscar, however, the relieved pressure on his end only slipped through the cracks of his skin and into yours. But he, God bless him, thinks nothing of the tension that’s boiling in your shoulders or the hitch of your breath. Blaming it on the lingering effects of his sudden repositioning, Oscar gently pulls you down with two massive hands on the swell of your ass.

Flush against his thigh. His thigh, Jesus fuck—a quiet forgive me, Lord, echoes around the walls of your mind.

“Osc,” you gasp quietly, the constant pressure against your privates shooting unfamiliar spikes of something down to your stomach—something you needed more of.

He hums dismissively; you want to cry. It doesn’t take you long, though, to fully grasp his attention when Oscar registers the heartbeat pressing between your squished pussy and his thigh.

The Australian's mind short circuits. “Y/n?”

“Osc, I-” you roll your hips experimentally, slapping a hand over your mouth and flushed cheeks when it parts around an unrestrained whimper.

Your boyfriend, seemingly snapping out of his bewildered daze, dips down to dust his lips over your reddening cheeks, chuckling fondly. “Enjoying y’self, baby?”

And that. That is what pulled you away from the edge of logical thinking and onto its’ center, halting movement in every bone in your body. Wrong—this—it’s all wrong, isn’t it? ‘I will wait for my beloved’ is etched into your skin, engraved onto your heart, and yet.

Yet, you can’t help but wonder: Is Oscar not your beloved?

“Y/n,” his assertiveness grounds you, pulls you back to the surface of his honey-filled eyes—just as he had intended. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready…”

Oscar's hand leaves the curve of your waist and reaches behind his neck to clasp onto your palm, bringing the cool metal of your purity ring against his mouth as he murmurs, “But don’t stop on my account.”

The ring burns through your skin and falls to the ground; you hope it cracks into a million little pieces of stupid promises. And anyway, Osc’s giddy smile when you allow him to—do what, you’re not really sure—is too precious to deny.

Nibbling on your raw bottom lip, you slowly shake your head. “No, I– I want this, Osc. Want you.”

He does not disappoint; his eyes crinkle through that grin you’d pay to see a hundred times over. Oscar taps the side of your thigh twice, signaling you to stand up, so you do. Your hands lay helplessly by your sides as he smoothed over the contours of your body until—

You let out a little gasp. “Osc!”

A soft, harmless tug at the hem of your shorts widens your eyes.

“Y/n,” he calls, and you can’t bother fighting the urge to rub your thighs together. “Y’want me to touch you, right? Make y’pussy feel better?”

The amount of self-restraint needed to block the guffaw from slipping past your lips does not fit into a number. Or a word. In any language.

Nonetheless, you find yourself bashfully nodding.

“Words, Y/n.”

You gulp, embarrassment apparent on your crimson cheeks. “Want you to—to make m’feel better.”

Oscar heaves out a laugh at your refusal to say those objectively filthy words; you almost want to commit murder, but it hurts. It hurts, and you can’t help but sigh happily when his hands swiftly pull both your shorts and panties down, manhandling your ankles out of the pool of clothing by your feet.

And only then, being ogled at by his mesmerized eyes and hands sliding down the sides of your body, does your mind grasp the fact that you were standing in front of Oscar. Half naked. His for the taking. The shame you'd expected to feel never came, and when Osc pulls you to straddle his thigh, you knew it never would.

“There we go,” he praises when you shift your weight fully onto him, rewarding you with a bounce of the leg you were resting on.

Choking through a loud gasp, your hands fly to his shoulders to brace yourself. “Oh, Osc, oh my—”

“Yeah? Y’like that?” Oscar grins almost cockily, repeating the sharp movement of his legs and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Mm, fuck, baby, can feel you all ov’me.”

The humiliating amount of slick your pussy’s gushing out should make you ashamed, but, well. When you grind against his thigh, the glide is much smoother than when you were fully clothed, so you silently thank your desperation instead.

“C’mon, baby, y’can do better than that,” he urges, hands resting on the globes of your ass and grinding your pussy against his slick-ridden thigh. “Y’ve been waiting so long for this, haven’t you?”

He coos at your frantic nods and refrains from groaning at the sight of you tilting your head back in pleasure; using him—his fucking thigh—to get off. The sound of your little, whiny moans leaves him feeling like an inexperienced teenager all over again; he wants more. Wants to have your pretty sounds made into a song to play on loop whenever he needs to.

With Oscar’s forceful hands dragging you up and down his muscular thighs, tensing them occasionally, and lips mouthing at your collarbone, you don’t think a sin should ever feel this good. You don’t think it could feel any better than it does, but.

The urgency in your movements almost has your legs aching, your jaw parted around a permanent ‘o’; the whimper that slips past your lips when his fingers graze your folds, not pushing but they’re there, and Oscar fucking moans when he feels your hole clench against them; the stutter of your hips when he dips down to your tits, tongue licking over the tight, thin fabric covering the hard nubs.

“Osc, ohmygod, ohm—” Your wail echoes around the entire flat, you’re sure, and if you had even a sliver of dignity left, you’d quiet down.

But. Oscar seems to have that effect on you; really, you don’t mind.

“Yeah, baby, I’m your god, huh?” He huffs out, muffled by his sucking on your nipples like they’d disappear tomorrow—like he is the one being taken apart on someone’s lap. “Humping my thigh—fuck, so fucking desperate, look at you.”

Your mouth parts around a moan, and you quickly put your face into the crook of his neck to, hopefully, contain your embarrassing noises. It does fuck all. Oscar lets out a disapproving noise at the separation of your little, swollen nipples and his pursed lips.

“Oscar, Oscar, Oscar,” you sob out like a prayer. “I feel, ah, I think I'm—Oh, yes, feels s’good, so.”

When Oscar slides a hand up to your hair to tug your head up to his face, he looks nearly as fucked out as you feel. And when his eyes dart to your lips, visibly contemplating whether or not he should kiss you, you make the decision for him.

His soft lips meet the fuse of the boiling pleasure in your stomach, forcing your spine to arch and painting your eyes a shade of white you had only imagined would be in heaven—smiling hazily and foggy-brained, you can’t imagine this not being heaven.

A sharp cry dances between your mouths, and you swear you can feel a few tears trickle down your face, but your mind only processes the last few moments before you collapse onto his chest.

Oscar gently slides the silver band out of your ring finger, tucking it into his pockets, and placing a soft kiss on your temple as he murmurs, “No use f’this, now, is there?”

Even when on the brink of passing out, you find yourself nodding; Oscar thinks you’ll be the death of him. Or, more specifically, his dick.

authors notes this is an apology to @lifeboredme for ignoring the poll n writing the max fic hehe hope u enjoy 🫶 + thank you to @cafekitsune as always for the dividers mwah.

plot what plot??? porn without plot🗣️🗣️🗣️ very much hate this fic but i also hate every fic of mine so. en e wayz im sorry in advance for my inactivity the next few weeks i have sm shit going on. writing grind comes after march 6 istg🙏

also, thank you so much to everyone who waited for this fic and im so sorry for the delay!! i got hit by a mountains load of stress but yeah <3

lemme know how you liked this story or give me some feedback in the comments or my inbox! 💬🥕

taglist in separate posts again el oh el . . . i tagged everyone who interacted w/ my original post bcs i was too lazy to make an actual post dedicated to tags

p.s REBLOGS and likes are always appreciated 🧡🧡

#HELLO #OH MY GOD #OP81 recs #UGGGH WOOOOW #I AM SOOOO

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