#Racing form

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Man studying a racing form, 1949.

Photo: Homer Page via the Howard Greenberg Gallery

[juha-art]

"I'll spare you another 20 hour mind-project - yes, I am."

[bunnys-kisses]

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . baby fever - lando n . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

lando wanted a baby. lando wanted to stuff that pretty cunt full of his cum and tilt your hips in a way that none of it leaked out. he wanted it filled, stuffed, crammed in there. he didn't want a single bit of it wasted. if he had keep a toy between those soft legs of yours to keep it in you. it all had to take, right? and lando knew that you were a good girl for him. so get that biology to work and make him a baby. the thought of it excited him as he walked around the paddock, it was like a buzz in his brain, the need to corner his love and stuff you full of what is his. he knew after his race, he'd have you spread out on the bed, with your soft thighs around his waist as he fucked into you. his large hands groping your breasts as he watched you melted on his cock. he loved you with your heels to your head, arms hooked under your knees to give him the perfect angle to fuck into you. eyeing your beautiful body as he bruised your sweet insides.

he can already picture you with the cute bump, he wondered how your body would change during the pregnancy. his large rough hand across your prominent bump. the two of you raising them. you'd be such a good mama, a much better life than whatever you got your university degree in. a real proper wag for him. now that excited him, sometimes his cock drooled pre-cum in his boxers when his thoughts lingered on you. but he'd rarely masturbate, he believed that if he didn't then there would be more to spill inside of you. to push up into your soft little womb and make him a father. he was a pervert for you, he made sure he got you into positions that sated his need to breed you. he watched you get dumber and dumber as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you. there was no running and there was no hiding. afterwards he'd kiss your head and pray. let it work, all it needed to do was work once.

lando was a focused driver, when he got his mind on something he saw it through to the end. so was he on his phone figuring out how to slip you fertility drugs? yes. did that make him a bad partner? no. he knew that it would be best for both of you. he made more than enough to support a growing family, so let him mix some of the crushed up pills into your dinner over the summer break. he wanted to see that baby fat on your hips, something to squeeze was he fucked you. you'd be forever marked by him. your body changed because of his actions. maybe focused wasn't the word he should be using, maybe it should be obsessive.

he was obsessive when he rutted into you like a dog. his cock hitting all your sweet spots. his mouth hung open as he moved against you, some spit dripping off his tongue and into your mouth. the sight of you swallowing it only drove his crazy. it made him move against your harder, move you into positions where he could go deeper. you were perfect, an angel from heaven sent to give him everything he desired. you were the woman for him, and he was going to cement that fact by making sure there was a baby in your belly. it all sent excitement through him like a wire as he finished inside of you. but as he got you on your knees, he knew that he wasn't finished yet. even went as far as to finger your cum soaked pussy while he jerked his slick cock off to get hard again. you stay under him, beautiful, you looked prettier there.

but all of his actions saw the results that he hoped for. it took several months, but now you were at the pool near your shared home with a slight curve in your middle and a lando norris who was like your shadow. you were having a baby girl and lando couldn't have been happier. he assured you with his large hands on your growing middle that she'll take after you. and while you kissed him on the lounging chair you were on, the wheels in lando's head were turning.

after your had your daughter, he was going to try for a son as well. <3

a/n: haha lando, you can't do that!

[perfectwastelandsuit]

Betting A-Z: R – The Ultimate Encyclopaedia for All Your Betting Needs

Betting A-Z: R – The Ultimate Encyclopaedia for All Your Betting Needs Rabbit hunting – The act of a player asking to see the cards that would have come on subsequent streets after they have folded in a hand. Racing form – A document that provides information about each horse or participant in a race, including past performances, jockey, trainer, and odds. Racing post – A publication that…

[odd-im-o]

I can be proudly black AND proudly nonhuman!!! We exist!!!!

[verstappensrealwife]

Perks of The Job - Max Verstappen x Assistant!Reader

Fluff

approx. 1300 words

warnings: kissing! a slightly different writing approach! Not proof read- when is it ever?!

max verstappen masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.

"First task...!" Max begins, but you quickly pick up the phone, assuming your role as his assistant. "Hello, Max Verstappen’s Assistant speaking—oh, what did you say your name was again?" you inquire, trying to catch the caller's name as Max urgently tries to signal you with frantic gestures.

"Charlotte Pendlebury," comes the response from the other end of the line.

Max's reaction intensifies, his gestures becoming more urgent as he tries to silently communicate something to you.

"I... Um, no, he’s not here at the moment. Can I take a message?" you respond, attempting to keep the conversation professional despite Max's silent panic.

Finally, as you finish jotting down the message on a nearby post-it note, Max settles into the chair opposite you with a relieved sigh.

“So… You ghosted her after you... um, had relations with her,” you remark, trying to make light of the situation.

"Okay, new clause in your contract: don't judge me," Max quips with a playful grin. "Just make sure she doesn’t find me."

-

Months pass, and on one alcohol-fueled evening, you find yourself drunkenly texting your ex—or at least, who you thought was your ex…

When your boss unexpectedly shows up, in your inebriated state, you can barely distinguish between him and your ex. Following him clumsily through the bar and outside to his car, you boldly suggest a rather inappropriate proposition to do while he drove, only to be met with a surprised yet amused refusal.

As you stumble into Max's apartment, your mind still foggy from the alcohol, you're taken aback by the cleanliness of the space. "You moved?" you blurt out, surprised by the tidiness of the bachelor pad.

Max turns to you, a bemused expression on his face. "Y/N, look at me and tell me my name," he says, his tone gentle but firm.

Your thoughts muddled, you start to respond automatically. "Ma– Oh! Max- Mr. Verstappen- I- Am so sorry," you stutter, finally realizing your mistake.

Max chuckles softly, his amusement evident as he guides you further into the apartment.

Feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude, you mumble your thanks as you sink into the cushions. Max disappears briefly, returning with a glass of water and a concerned look.

"Here, drink this. You'll feel better in no time," he says, handing you the glass.

Taking a few sips, you feel a bit more coherent, though still mortified by your earlier behavior. "I'm really sorry about earlier. I don't know what came over me," you apologize, feeling the weight of your actions.

Max waves off your apology with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it, Y/N. We've all had our moments. Just focus on feeling better now," he reassures you, his kindness washing away some of your embarrassment.

Grateful for his understanding, you nod, silently vowing to be more careful with your alcohol intake in the future. With Max's support, you start to relax, the tension of the evening slowly dissipating as you settle into a comfortable silence together.

Feeling surprisingly refreshed considering the events of the previous night, you cautiously explore Max's apartment, your mild headache a small reminder of your intoxicated antics. As you rummage through his cupboards, searching for something to alleviate your thirst, Max's voice startles you from behind.

"You're awake!" he exclaims, catching you in the act of snooping through his belongings. His tone is light, lacking any hint of reproach.

Caught red-handed, you quickly straighten up, turning to face him with a sheepish grin. "Uh, yeah, just... looking for a mug," you mumble, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep into your cheeks. Max chuckles at your flustered state, gesturing towards the cupboard. "The mugs are on the right," he offers, his amusement evident.

You nod gratefully, relieved to have a legitimate reason for your nosiness. Retrieving a mug, you fill it with water from the tap, taking a long sip as you try to compose yourself.

"Thanks," you murmur, feeling a bit more at ease in Max's presence.

He smiles warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No problem. Help yourself to anything you need," he says, gesturing around the apartment.

Feeling a sense of gratitude for his hospitality, you nod appreciatively. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Max's easygoing demeanor puts you at ease, allowing you to relax into the unexpected morning after.

As the morning progresses, you and Max find yourselves drawn into each other's company, the tension from the previous night giving way to a newfound sense of closeness. You chat effortlessly, sharing stories and laughter as the hours slip by unnoticed.

At some point, you realize how comfortable you feel in Max's presence, the awkwardness of your earlier interactions fading into the background. His easy smile and genuine interest in your conversation put you at ease, igniting a spark of attraction that you hadn't anticipated.

As you sit together on the couch, the air between you charged with a palpable energy, you feel the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. With each passing moment, the distance between you seems to shrink, until you're practically pressed against each other, the heat of his body warming your skin.

Caught in the moment, you find yourself drawn to him, your heart racing with anticipation. And then, as if guided by an invisible force, your lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss, a silent acknowledgment of the connection that has been brewing between you since the moment you met.

Time seems to stand still as you lose yourself in the sensation, the world around you fading into insignificance. In that fleeting moment, there's only you and Max, bound together by a shared desire that transcends words.

When you finally pull away, breathless and exhilarated, you meet his gaze, finding a mixture of surprise and longing mirrored in his eyes.

"I'm sorry!" you blurt out, feeling a surge of panic and embarrassment flood through you. "That was stupid—unprofessional—I—I should go," you stammer, scrambling to your feet and making a hasty move to leave.

But before you can make your escape, Max is quick to catch you by the wrist, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. "Did you not like it?" he asks, his voice soft but laced with uncertainty.

Your heart races as you meet his gaze, torn between the desire to stay and the fear of crossing a professional boundary. "It's definitely not that!" you insist, your words rushing out in a frantic tumble. "The kiss was—I mean—great but—"

"Then why can't I do it again, and again, and for the foreseeable?" Max interrupts, his tone earnest and determined.

You're taken aback by his boldness, the intensity of his gaze leaving you momentarily speechless. But deep down, you know that you can't deny the pull you feel towards him, the undeniable chemistry that crackles between you.

Slowly, hesitantly, you allow yourself to lean in, closing the distance between you until your lips meet once more in a tender, passionate kiss. In that moment, all doubts and reservations melt away, leaving only the two of you entangled in a whirlwind of emotion and desire.

And as you lose yourself in the heat of the moment, you realize that sometimes, the most unexpected connections are also the most powerful—and that perhaps, this kiss is just the beginning of something extraordinary between you and Max.

El fin.

ITS SHORT I KNOW SUE ME IT WAS LAST MINUTE AND ITS 00:12

[alizalayne]

it's so amusing that when you're an author who is like any minority, you have this caveat where if your book gets banned, you kinda have to mentally acknowledge whether it was banned by Bruce, the one really bigoted guy who wastes everyone's time in florida. idk how bruce is doing. you don't need to learn who he is really which is why im not using his surname. but if you have a book out commercially, bruce has probably written "damaged souls" on a form about you. so there's a street cred element to all this like did people really have a vendetta against your work...? or was it just bruce again

[raapija]

This and "maximum penalties" are on my top Fernando videos, he's insane

[frozen-seagrass]

The WALL-E au no one asked for

[zeroreasonstocare]

Choso surprises you one day while you’re babysitting Yuji and Megumi by showing up to the park with a whole picnic setup. Yuji is excited to see his big brother and the abundance of strawberries and watermelon slices with him. You all sit on the blanket and eat the sandwiches Choso took his time making specially for each of you, and he smiles as you wipe the sauce off of Yuji’s cheek. Little do you know, you have a bit of sauce on your own cheek, so Choso gently wipes his thumb across your face.

“Had a little something there,” he mumbles when he sees your flustered and shocked expression.

“Oh, thanks,” you whisper.

Before you can say anything else, Gojo shows up to pick up Megumi for lunch, only to be surprised by the picnic and his kid happily eating a sandwich.

“Huh, and here I thought you were picky, Megumi.” The white-haired male teases the boy.

Choso’s mood sours. “I made sure to make a sandwich he’d like.”

“Oh, you made the picnic? Never took you for a picnic guy, Choso. I thought it was this gorgeous babysitter here who came up with it.” Gojo flashes a smile to you, your cheeks flushing again.

Yuji pipes in and smiles, watermelon seeds scattering his cheeks. “My big brother made all of us sandwiches, Mr. Gojo! Isn’t that cool? And he brought strawberries and watermelon!”

“Yes, Yuji, that’s very cool,” Gojo replies, smiling to the child. “I wonder if he made me a sandwich?”

“Wasn’t planning on you showing up,” Choso retorts.

“I’m full of surprises.”

“I’m sure of it.”

You watch the two glare at each other and clear your throat so the kids look at you. You wipe Yuji’s cheeks of the watermelon seeds.

“You two, let’s go swing.” You take Megumi and Yuji’s hands and walk to the swings, helping situate them and pushing them.

Choso tears his glare away from Gojo and looks at you, the domestic scene of you pushing the kids on the swing making his heart flutter. Gojo notices and follows his gaze, the same happening to him. He sits beside Choso and takes a bite out of Megumi’s sandwich.

“They’re damn good with kids,” he mumbles through the peanut butter.

“Yeah,” Choso replies.

“Pretty, too.”

“Mhm.” Choso looks at Gojo eating Megumi’s sandwich. “Are you really eating your son’s food?”

Gojo laughs and finishes eating the rest of the sandwich. “Peanut butter and jelly, safe choice for a picky kid. Did they tell you that was his favorite?”

“I’ve watched them make sandwiches a lot for the boys.”

“You’re around a lot then?”

“Not really, only when I’m off work and they’re still babysitting Yuji.”

“Ah.”

You’re oblivious to their somewhat-bonding as you swing the two children and talk to them about their favorite colors and movies and whatnot. Choso promises himself he’ll make you his before Gojo has the chance.

Masterlist

[mxfrodo]

y'all for fucking real. don't fucking write slave fics or x reader fics of aventurine's slavery??? are you guys out of your goddamn minds???

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

If you think about it, Hiccstrid is an angry couple. Except, Hiccup is angry with himself and Astrid is angry with the world.

[slythereen]

i just think if ferrari and rbr gave their drivers stickers and made it a competition to see who can get more stickers on the enemy they would get phenomenal pr material. the ferrari boys are so competitive with each other they’d be going to extremes to hunt down the rbr boys and get more stickers on them/their stuff. checo would do his happy to be included smile as he stuck a single sticker on one of the cars and called it a day and it would be mildly charming. and don’t get me started on the unhinged chaos of unleashing max and charles on one another in a barely controlled competitive environment

[perfectlycleverduck]

how can I have cuteness aggression for an almost 30 year old man😭

[yellowvixen]

burning blaze and freezing rime! a sort of blaze adventure 2 scenario :]

(btw, this is for a dtiys i'm hosting on instagram!)

[slutforpringles]

Mat Coch speaking about the importance of the next few weekends for Daniel Ricciardo's 2025 prospects: "In terms of the importance of the next weekends, I actually argue that they're not that important; the decision [on Daniel's seat for 2025] has been made. And I say that because I know Liam Lawson's contract clause is Sep 15th, so a decision's basically been made."

Mat Coch via Pit Talk podcast's Azerbaijan GP preview