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maxy!!!

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Max Verstappen becomes a 4 time champion in Las Vegas, joining Sebastian Vettel as only the second driver in history to win his first 4 championships consecutively

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Modern day Madonna and child

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starting a new collection

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carcar crumbs

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Ah yes, the 3 genders. Male, female, and “what the fuck are you, a cop?”

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when the sun and the moon

goes down 🌅 comes up 🌖

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if a vampire were to steady my throat by wrapping their hand around it and maneuvering it so that they can feed from my neck i don’t think they would get anything. On account of all of the blood immediately rushing down to my

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scuderiaferrari: "look who was waiting for charles leclerc after his session in fiorano"

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what do you mean napping isn't a good coping mechanism. what do you mean my problems are still here

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Pigeon-force 141!

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the fact that we need 8 hours of sleep is ridiculous we should only need 4 and the other 4 should be used to be cozy in your bed and rub your legs together like a cricket and listen to music and think about your little scenarios

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☆Kinktober 2024☆

Day 1: Somnophilia

Pairing: Damien Haas x f!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI!!!!) somnophilia, oral (f receiving), some dirty talk, if I missed anything please let me know!

Usually, after days like this, when his call time was early and the end of the day came late; when he’d spent the daylight hours fucking around with his friends and coworkers; when he was put in front of camera after camera, Damien would be completely happy to crawl into bed and turn his brain off for as long as he possibly could.  

Tonight, though, more than anything, he just felt need. For affection and for attention, he wanted to give you anything you would let him give you.

You’d been wearing nothing when he left, snoring softly on your side so that he could see your silhouette outlined perfectly by the blankets draped over your body, lips still puffy from the way you’d kissed him so desperately the night before.

You were naked when he got home, too; already fast asleep and turned to his side of the bed as if you were waiting for him, inviting him in to complete the picture.

He couldn’t be mad—you were perfect, even asleep, even when he was aching to come home to you and bury himself inside of you.

Damien turned onto his side, trying his best not to wake you, as he fumbled for his phone on the bedside table. The screen lit up much brighter than he’d anticipated, and he squinted at the time.

Only 2:00AM. There was still time to sleep before he was due on set in the morning.

He could always take care of himself in the shower, or, god willing, you’d wake up early with him and do the work for him in the shower.

He settled onto his back again, letting the mattress sag underneath him. You stirred, arm shooting out to capture him beneath you with a heavy smack against his chest.

You snored, and he laughed silently, his hand coming up to smother your own.

God you were pretty like this; hair messy and falling over your face, lips parted for your silent breaths, brow twitching as you dreamed a dream he hoped he was part of. He tried to force his mind to quiet itself, which only worked momentarily before the blood rushed elsewhere as your hand leisurely caressed his chest, down to his stomach, stopping just above the waistband of his boxers.

How was it that you managed to captivate and taunt him so completely even when you weren’t aware of it?

“You’re a tease,” he whispered into the dark of the room, shaking his head softly and letting his fingers brush over your forearm. He leaned over to kiss you on the head, nosing at your hair and letting his lips brush your forehead as he spoke. “If you were awake, I’d do something about it.” He smiled to himself, and the way that your breath caught momentarily as if you’d heard him.

“Who says…have t’be ‘wake for you…do something ‘bout it?” Damien leaned back in surprise when you slurred a response to what he’d thought was a one-sided conversation. Your eyes were still closed, body still heavy against the bed as you remained a little more than half asleep, but the willingness in your voice only served to spur him on.

“You really so needy that you’d let me fuck you while you sleep?” He wrapped his arms around you, tugging you against his chest and sighing happily when the naked skin of your thigh brushed the tent that had grown in his boxers.

“You—needy…” You were still too asleep to form complete thoughts, grinding yourself against him gently as you tried to communicate what you wanted. “Talk t’me while…sleep.” You yawned, burying your face against his chest and letting out a happy sound.

“You’re making a pretty good case for yourself,” he smiled, hands traveling down the sides of your body, “You want me to flip you over so I can give you what you want?” He moved to press a kiss to your collar bone, gentle and easy, just to appreciate the heat of your skin against his face.

“Damien,” you whined, bucking your hips against him subconsciously. “Mouth.”

“That’s the plan, baby.” He smiled, easing you onto your back and moving down the bed to let his face hover above you.

He licked a stripe over your thigh, and you twitched, letting out a quiet moan for only him to hear.

“Go back to sleep, princess,” Damien’s breath fanned your cunt, and you mumbled something incoherent, spreading your legs further apart for him. He took the opportunity to hook one of your knees over his shoulder.

He went slow, letting his tongue trace your folds until you were coated with his spit. You let out small, breathy whimpers, and the sound went straight to his cock. He ground his hips against the mattress to find some relief.

When he buried his face against you, tongue dipping into your hole and nose nudging at your clit, he couldn’t help the groan that pushed from his chest, sending vibrations through you that made you gasp in tranquil pleasure.

He was starving for you; his tongue darted in circles over your clit before he took it between his lips, sucking hard as he flicked his tongue. You were moaning, malleable, indescribably perfect, and he couldn’t get enough.

You babbled something at him, and he paused to bite at your inner thigh, placing open mouthed kisses on top of the marks he left.

“What’d you say, baby?” He cooed, “Trying to tell me something?”

“Damien…” You managed to get out just above a whisper, “Love you.”

He hummed against your skin, spreading a hand over your stomach and letting his fingers press gently against your flesh. “I love you, too, sleepy.”

Your quiet declaration only made him more desperate for you, and his tongue moved with a sense of urgency. He paused to spit, fingers coming up to spread your folds. He watched, transfixed, at the image of his spit dripping down the curve of your ass as your cunt begged for more.

“Think you can handle being full right now?” Damien dragged two fingers through your folds, letting the mixture of your slick and his saliva coat them before bringing them to his mouth.

You moaned an affirmative, bucking your hips against nothing.

“Had a feeling that would be your answer,” he smiled, pushing his fingers into you and watching your face contort into an expression of bliss. Hungry eyes darted from your face to your cunt and then back to your face. He was thrilled by how easy it was for him to make you squirm, even with you barely able to open your eyes.

You let out a string of gasps; low, breathy sounds that made Damien’s heart flutter while he stroked your walls, still frantically trying to find friction against the bed to quell the ache in his own core.

He didn’t care if he came like this, face against your cunt, lapping at what dripped from you. His cock throbbed in response to every one of the noises you made, and he was right where he wanted to be.

He knew you were close, walls squeezing his fingers as he pressed firm against your most delicate spot. He closed his lips around your clit again, occasionally letting his teeth brush the sensitive bud as he sucked hard around it.

“Oh, f—Damien, fuck!” It was the first time you’d opened your eyes, overwhelmed by the way he worked your body over the edge. Your legs trembled around him, clenching down on his fingers while he moaned praises into the skin of your thighs.

“There you go, princess,” he nipped at your leg, still curling his fingers into you just enough to make you twitch your hips up into him. “You look as pretty cumming for me when you’re asleep as you do when you’re awake.”

His words elicited a tired moan from you, something that almost verged a yawn as you settled yourself. His hand swept patterns over you, covering every inch of your body while he watched your breathing settle along with other telltale signs of sleep taking over again.

Damien moved back up the bed, securing the spot next to you that he loved so dearly and letting himself turn on his side to continue his admiration of you.

“Mmh—want…” You mumbled in your sleep, and even though he knew you couldn’t see him, he offered you a quizzical expression.

“What’s that?” He was whispering, pushing stray strands of hair behind your ear and letting his fingers stay perched on your neck.

“Want…make you cum…” You were so close to complete unconsciousness, he could tell by the way your breath came out a near snore that you were almost entirely asleep. Your words sounded like the confused musings of a sleep talker.

“How about,” Damien again wrapped his arms around you, content upon hearing the blissful, tired sigh you breathed against him, “You do that tomorrow. Don’t want you falling asleep on top of me.”

“Who said—not on top…” You mumbled your argument into his neck.

“Ok, then—however you want me. In the morning. Yeah?” He smiled, “I want to see your pretty face wide awake when I fuck you.”

You didn’t respond, finally fast asleep, and Damien wasn’t far behind.

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"as verstappen's teammate, he continues to strive for success" ....straight from the zandvoort gp app

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I think we as a community moved on too fast from Damien openly and unpromptedly admitting he's a soft dom in multiple videos

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Max and Daniel pre-race at the 2024 Belgian Grand Prix 🇧🇪 | source via @sainz100

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yapping at a delighted daniel ... fork found in kitchen