#and Daniel with his back against the wall and a bit angry is a good thing

[slutforpringles]

visacashapprb: Time to regroup and learn from Quali as we get prepped for race day 🇳🇱

[nottivagos]

Another one?! Welcome to Notti's "Not So Innocent" Notebook where I write some filth to make your Saturday a little bit better <3 || 18+ mdni pls and ty

an: Divorced Mechanic!Danny. that's the author's note.

You Give Love A Bad Name || DR3

“Do you know how fucking lucky you are, huh?” Daniel's words cut deep as he wrapped his large, calloused hand around your neck with ease, pushing your back into the wall of his office. “Huh?! Do you? Answer me.”

Your wide eyes welled with tears, gasping for the lack of oxygen in your lungs from Danny's death grip on your throat. “B-Boss—” your voice was croaky and breathy, “I— P-Please—,” you stuttered as you hopelessly tried to plead with the man.

Everyone in the garage knew you weren't the brightest of workers they'd had. To them, including Daniel himself, you were the pretty little receptionist that couldn't even do her job properly. What didn't help was the fact that you'd started to have an affair with your boss, a man freshly out of a divorce, and as a result sexually frustrated.

“You know you've never had it so good, right?” His words bit, each syllable harsh and horrible. “You're just a pretty face that everyone just seems to like havin’ around. Can't even do your fuckin’ job properly, can you, princess?”

Danny's breath fanned onto your face, the stagnant stench of his recently smoked cigarette mingling in his angry pants. His face was scrunched into a snarl, rage burning into his cheeks as his doe brown eyes pierced into your own.

“But I-I didn't do anything!” You squeaked, which just made Danny tighten his grip even more.

“Didn't do anything, you say?” He echoed through gritted teeth, “Then why the hell did I see you giggling with a client, huh?”

“H-He was being nice to me—!” You pleaded, tears now falling down your cheeks like a weeping little girl, lips formed into a frown, “I was just being nice back! I didn't mean any harm, D-Danny!” You continued to explain frantically, eyes widened in fear at the intensity of his anger.

In that moment, he took a step forward, his soft tummy pressing against your front ever so slightly. The distance between you was intoxicating as he inched closer to your ear. “Let me let you in on a little secret, pet…” His tone was tinged with warning, low and gravelly as he mumbled into your ear.

“I don't care if he was being nice to you,” he began, voice thick and surprisingly collected as his hot breath fanned against the shell of your ear, “you're mine. You got that? I don't care if he's the most charismatic guy in the world, you've just got to get it into that little dumb head of yours that I'm the best for you.”

He snorted a chuckle before he began again, “Hell, I'm pretty sure you already know that, don't you darlin’? You wouldn't even have this little job if it wasn't for me.” He wasn't wrong, and he knew that. That satisfaction is what he revelled in. Danny was typically the person who shielded you against the complaints not only his clients gave, but your coworkers too.

“I know that— I'm really grateful—!” You fumbled on your words, frantically trying to reason with the mechanic.

“How grateful?” He quickly challenged, direct gaze now back on you, the dark corners of his eyebrow raised.

“Really grateful! I-I'll do anything to prove it—!” You squeaked, blinking back tears as your bottom lip trembled.

Danny's lips formed a little smirk at that comment. “Anything, huh?” He questioned, a dark look forming in his eyes. “Oh sweetheart, aren't you a little people pleaser?”

You gulped in response, nose still snotty, noticing the fact that Danny had loosened his death grip on you, his hand leaving a bright red imprint on your neck that you'd most likely need to hide tomorrow.

His hands quickly went to his greasy overalls, pulling them down as fast as he could, allowing you to see the ever so tight white vest that hid underneath. It rode up his soft tummy ever so slightly, revealing the hairy happy trail as he reached for his belt buckle, sliding the belt from his trousers with ease.

“Kneel,” he commanded lowly with a snap of his fingers in front of him. Complying, you presented yourself in front of his knees, your wide eyes looking up at him ever so innocently.

In a quick moment, he unleashed his girthy length from its confining boxers, allowing it to spring against his clothed stomach. He gave the hardening shafts a few quick pumps, smearing the glistening pre-cum around its throbbing tip with his thumb, before pushing it deep into your throat.

Gagging, he looked down at you with dark eyes. “Suck,” he groaned, pushing himself in so deep that your nose tickled from his sensation of his unruly pubic hairs.

You complied, tongue swirling around his shaft as a large hand came to claw your hair tightly, guttural groans of pleasure following. “Fuck, take me all—” he said through gritted teeth, “yes. Just like that, princess, Jesus Christ,” he panted, head tilting back as his eyes squinted shut at the pleasure.

You moaned onto his cock, saliva coating the whole length as you twirled and lined the long shaft with your tongue ever so slowly in your mouth. It was torture for Daniel, the groans escaping his mouth a clear indicator. He was infatuated, hooked onto the pleasure of your soft lips wrapped around his cock like the dumb, little thing you were, always so eager to please your boss.

He hadn't felt this good since that bitch of a wife had left him, and he definitely wasn't going to let this feeling go away any time soon. His hips jerked forward, making you deep throat him even more, your eyes rolling back as a result, a gagging sound following his frantic movement. You could feel your lips becoming swollen as you nuzzled into his hairs, sucking as quickly as you could with his jerks.

Danny's orgasm hit him like a wave. Thick ropes of cum spilled into your mouth whilst his cock twitched desperately inside your mouth, the saltiness burning the back of your throat as you whimpered at the harsh taste. Saliva and foam oozed out of the corners of your mouth, congealed with some spilling cum as he removed his softening length from your sweet lips.

A line of drool connected you to his tip as he fully removed his cock from your reach. He panted, looked down at you with half-lidded eyes. “Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart, haven't cummed like that in years,” he chuckled, combing his large fingers through your messed up hair soothingly.

“If I'd known you could suck cock like that, I would've done this weeks ago,” he gruffly panted, cheeks flushed a harsh crimson.

“Now go get cleaned up, pet, can't have the boys thinking you're a slobbery whore now, can we?”

am i insane? maybe. will i continue to love this absolute brute of a man? abso-fucking-lutely. - notti <3

[charlesslut16]

-friends to lovers-

summary : you and max were friends until you were not..

PAIRING : max verstappen x fem!reader

WARNINGS : +18, oral sex (female recieving), dirty talk, badly translated dutch, curse words, unprotected sex (be safe!)

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Max and you were friends. Only friends. Nothing more than that. It has always pained you, that you couldn't be more. But you knew that Max didn't like you more than that.

You were in the Paddock, walking with Daniel in the Red Bull garage, to see max drive. Daniel and you walked in to the garage, greeted everyone, and stood next to Christian and Daniel. And then Max came in.

You had been ignoring him for hours now. You looked into his direction and felt a pang in your chest, as you saw him talking to some girl, that worked on the Paddock. Why didn't he look your way?

When he was just about to walk you without looking at you, he caught your arm and pulled you in to his driver's room. You gasped when he pressed you against the wall. Your furious eyes shot to his, in them... pain.

You snapped your head away and looked at everyone and everything else BUT him. He turned my head, when he laid his hand on your chin, his heart beating erratic in his chest.

"Why are you pretending I don't fucking exist!?" He asked, obvious hurt in his tone. You finally looked at him, but your face expressed no emotion. Your lips, not forming a single word. And that was when he lost it.

He grabbed you lightly by your throat, holding your chin up, pulled you closer until your chests touched, which earned a sharp take of breath on your part and growled.

"If you are angry at me, do shout at me. Slap me, kick me, punch me but don't EVER ignore me, shat"

Your fiery eyes connected with his, when you snapped. "Fine! You want me to talk. Here it fucking comes. The fucking truth why I ignored you." You pushed against Max's chest, hard enough that he's tumbled back a little.

"You fucked that girl, you talked to before!" you screamed, tears burned in your eyes.

"But you already know that, I mean you were there. It as your bed. Fucking her deep, like she has told me."

"I did not do such a thing!" He snapped back, anger burned in his chest. "I would never fucking do that. Not when i-" A humorless laugh escaped her and interrupted me. 

"Yeah right. You would never fuck a gorgeous woman with a good body and sense of humor."

"Oh I would." he replied deadly, her head furiously snapped in to my direction.

"But you would be the woman underneath me, shat. De enige vrouw, die ooit onder mij zal zijn, prinses." The only woman, who will ever be underneath me, princess.

He leaned in closer, our hard in takes of our breaths were mingling. 

"And I would fuck you until you see lights, that you have never seen before. Ik zou je van achteren meenemen totdat mijn naam het enige is wat je nu bent." I would take you from behind until my name is the only thing you're now. He rasped.

Before you could say anything further, he pressed his mouth onto yours. Groaning when he finally tasted you. It was what you had wished and starved for, a very long time.

He brought his hand to your waist, so he could pull you to his couch. He stopped kissing you and shoved you on the bed. You laid on the bed looking at him, wondering what he would do next.

As you wanted to say something, Max stopped you with a kiss. At that exact moment, you knew you were damned. He pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you in a bra.

Then he opened his jeans, pulling his belt out and tying your hands together. Then he opened your jeans, pulled them down, throwing them on the floor next to the couch.

Next were your bra and thong. You gasped, as Max pulled his boxers down, revealing his cock. He looked in your face, smirking as he saw the look on your face.

He kneeled on the bed in front of you, his knee between your pantyhose. Max pulled you up a bit more, so he was also in the bed. He kissed your thighs, gave you some hickies, licking your soft skin afterwords.

He went down to your pussy, looking up at your face, seeing id you had pleasure on your face. You looked down at him, wondering why he stopped. You nodded, as you saw his face, asking for consent.

As he saw your face, he licked your pussy until you were almost having an orgasm. Max stopped, looked at your face, red and teary, as he had taken his cock in his hand, lined it up with your pussy and thirsted into you. You felt full.

A long moan escaped your lips, as he thrust into you, hard and fast. Moans left your lips and tears were spilling from your eyes of the pleasure Max gave you.

His thrusts started slowing down and seconds later he came in to your pussy, hard and fast. His cum spilled into your pussy, filling you up to the brim. Fast after him, you came too. Having the best orgasm you have ever had.

"Ik zei je dat je de vrouw onder me zou zijn, mijn lief. De enige vrouw. Nooit." I told you that you would be the woman underneath me, my love. The only woman. Ever.

This was the first orgasms of many. Let's just say you both didn't get that much sleep that day and night.

[danielmolloystits]

break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored (2/2)

Summary:

“Armand?” Lestat looks at him very seriously, then. “He has neglected you?” Daniel laughs, though there isn’t much humor in it. “That’s one fuckin’ word for it, sure.” “Oh, mon ami.” Lestat’s eyes are round and wet like an animal’s. “A prize such as yourself does not deserve this terrible treatment.” He shrugs. “You get used to it.” “No.” Lestat grabs one of Daniel’s hands in both of his own, making such intense eye contact with the journalist that it starts to grow uncomfortable. “You deserve better. You must understand this.” “Okay,” Daniel agrees, shifting a little in his seat. Anything to move past this point in the interaction. “I deserve better.” “Good,” Lestat says, nodding resolutely to himself. “This is why you should let me fuck you.”

Pairing: M/M (Daniel/Lestat, Armand/Daniel) Rating: E WC: ~3,200

Daniel’s first thought after his climax is that Armand is going to kill him, for real this time, and his cock is still going to be twitching from the aftershocks when he does.

He thinks it’s probably indicative of something deeply, deeply wrong with him that it makes a spark of renewed arousal alight in his gut.

Quietly, he scrambles to pull his boxers and t-shirt back on. The other two vampires don’t appear to notice.

“Lestat,” Armand says, voice devoid of any emotion whatsoever. And, wow, Daniel really gets what Louis meant when he’d described this expression as ‘half-blank, half-apocalyptic.’ “It would be a good idea for you to leave now.”

The blond just raises an eyebrow at him, still holding Daniel in his hand, still absolutely covered in the mess Daniel made. “Can you not see that I am a little bit busy here?”

Armand’s jaw is clenched so tight that Daniel can hear the creak of bone on bone. “Now.”

“My apologies, mon frère, but someone has to ravage your fledgling, and if you’re not going to do it—”

In an instant, Lestat is flung off of the bed and into the wall at speed, the plaster buckling from the force of the impact. Daniel is grateful, suddenly, that their team sprung for a nice hotel; if this were a Motel 6, Lestat would be clean into the next room, easy.

“Guess we’re not getting our deposit back,” He says, because he can’t help himself. Because he’s never had even an ounce of self-preservation. Armand’s eyes cut to him briefly, his irises vibrating like a dragonfly’s wings, and Daniel’s stomach bottoms out. Mostly from fear.

Lestat, meanwhile, huffs a pained laugh and stands. “Well, I can see when I’m not wanted,” he says, his hands spreading in a gesture of appeasement. “Monsieur Molloy, do you mind if I borrow your room for the evening?”

Wordlessly, Daniel tosses him the key card.

“Merci, darling.” Lestat bows, then begins to take his leave. He pauses, however, as he passes by Armand, swiping two fingers through the stickiness that decorates his cheek and presenting them to the other vampire. “Parting gift?”

A muscle above Armand’s lip spasms in an aborted snarl.

“Fine then,” Lestat says with a shrug, popping the digits into his mouth instead and grinning once they’ve been sucked clean. “More for me.”

Then, he exits, closing the door soundly behind him, and Daniel and Armand are alone together for the first time since...well, since.

“So,” Daniel says, drawing out the vowel sound sarcastically as he sits up against the headboard. “The last time my dad walked in on me with a boy was a pretty long while ago—I forget, are you supposed to ground me now, or do we just pretend it didn’t happen and never bring it up again?”

Armand opens his mouth to speak, but Daniel doesn’t let him.

“Or is this more of an infidelity situation? Because I’m gonna be honest with you, Armand: I didn’t realize we were together. On account of how you fucked off immediately after turning me.”

“You’re angry with me,” Armand says, and it’s insane how quickly he melts from predator back into prey, all slumped shoulders and big, wobbly doe eyes.

“You think?”

The other vampire isn’t meeting his gaze, his own fixed somewhere on Daniel’s cheek like he can’t bear to look straight at him. “I didn’t want you to hate me. For what I did to you.”

“And you thought abandoning me to figure this shit out by myself was a good way to prevent that?” He asks, incredulous. “News flash, Amadeo: it wasn’t.”

“I’m here now,” Armand points out—hopeful, fragile, as though he’s afraid the words will shatter in his mouth if he isn’t careful.

“Yeah, and why is that?” Daniel asks, lacing it with all the righteous indignation he can muster. But despite his best efforts, he finds himself losing steam in the face of Armand’s complete and utter supplication. “Don’t tell me it’s because you’re into me.”

The other vampire finally looks at him head-on, his eyes piercing straight through to the core of Daniel. To the knot of uncomfortable, complicated feelings that sits just beneath his breast. “Is it really so difficult to believe?”

“Kind of,” He says, reflexively shifting under the weight of Armand’s stare. It’s ridiculous, he thinks, how easily the man sets him off-kilter. How easily he comes in and turns Daniel’s life upside down, as though it’s nothing to him.

Armand stalks towards him slowly, then, managing to appear at once like the nervous rabbit and the cat hunting it from the bushes. Like both the thing to be eaten and the one doing the eating, like both the consumer and the consumed. He approaches the bed until he arrives at the edge of the mattress, sitting down delicately atop it and never once looking away from Daniel as he does. His expression is painfully open; achingly earnest.

“You have no idea the things I’d like to do you,” he says, and Daniel understands why he was so cautious earlier, because the words come out cracked and fractured, the edges of them sharp enough to cut.

(Belatedly, Daniel wonders when exactly his life turned into a trashy harem romance novel. He thinks that maybe he ought to be more upset about it.)

“Hard to know when you don’t tell me,” he replies, his voice a lot rougher than it was mere moments ago. It’s humiliating, he thinks, the obviousness of his desire. The fact that he even still wants the fucker after all the shit he’s put Daniel through.

Armand slides the rest of the way onto the bed, crawling forward on his knees until his body cages Daniel’s from above. His gaze falls to Daniel’s lips. “I could tell you now, if you wanted.”

And he is simply too weak to say no to that, so instead he murmurs, “Yeah,” his hand reaching up to tangle in Armand’s hair. “That might be good.”

Armand ducks his head down to lay a kiss beneath the sensitive skin of his ear. “I want to claim you,” he whispers, before dragging his tongue over the spot his lips just brushed, “I want to make you mine.”

Daniel gasps, his fingers tightening in the silky black curls. “What else?”

“I want to taste you.” As he speaks, he grazes the tips of his fangs down until they rest at his pulse point. “I want your blood to fill my mouth; I want to stain my teeth red with the very life of you. I want to memorize how it flows over my tongue.”

“Is that all?” He means it to sound cool, nonchalant, but the attempt is belied by how each exhale grows quicker and quicker with every teasing touch.

“No.” He can feel Armand’s smile pressing into his neck. “I also want to fuck you,” he starts, his hand snaking down to palm at Daniel’s hardening cock through his underwear, “until you forget the name of every other person who has ever touched you.”

Daniel moans, hips canting into the contact; Armand rewards him by firming his grip. “Okay,” he says airily, as Armand licks a filthy line back up his throat. “I can agree to those terms.”

“Say it, then,” Armand orders, stroking his thumb over where the head of Daniel’s cock tents his boxers. “Say you’ll belong to me.”

If Daniel were any less turned on right now, if the scent of Armand wasn’t filling his nose all earthy and sweet like honeyed cloves, then maybe he could respond with something snarky. Maybe he would be able to say no. As it is, he rasps, “I’m yours, Armand,” as fervent and breathless as a desperate prayer. “I’m yours.”

Armand kisses him then, hot and raging like a wildfire. It sucks the air from his lungs and replaces it with burning smoke, lights every nerve ending in his body aflame. It consumes him, destroys him, unmakes him and reduces him to smoldering ash in the shape of the man he used to be.

What happens after that is a blur, soft and surreal like a hazy memory: Armand strips Daniel and takes him into his mouth, painting over the places Lestat kissed with his tongue until his spit is all that remains. He writes his name into Daniel’s skin like a promise, like a brand, like he plans on doing it to every inch of Daniel until he’s covered in reminders of Armand’s existence.

Then, once Armand has him reduced to a wanting, whimpering mess, he pulls Daniel into the cradle of his arms, spine to sternum, and fucks into him as though he’s trying to make a home for himself in his lover’s body. As though it isn’t enough for Armand to claim his lips or his throat or his skin; he needs to mark Daniel’s insides, too, his guts and his organs and the viscera that holds him together.

When Daniel comes, Armand’s fist wrapped around him and Armand’s cock buried deep in his ass, it is a revelation. It is an epiphany. Armand follows him shortly after, clutching him close and tight and perfect.

Daniel doesn’t think he ever intends to let go again.

After Daniel’s had enough time to recover and he can be sarcastic again, he jokes, “If I had realized that fucking Lestat would bring you back, I’d have done it a lot sooner.”

Armand looks at him with an exaggerated pout. “Hm. That’s no good.”

“What do you mean?” he asks.

Then, the other vampire is climbing back on top of him. In between kisses, he murmurs, “You still remember his name. We’ll have to remedy that.”

And, well. Daniel’s not about to argue with him.

[eichornia]

You can read the first part here. I wanted to write a bit more about them. TW for depressive thoughts in a small part of the fic (nothing really bad, just Daniel feeling a bit down).

- Blink. Blink. Blink. The whisper of his eyelashes against the fine hair on Max's thigh. Max's fingers in his head, combing through his curls. Gentle-gentle-gentle. Sometimes Daniel can't help it. Sometimes he gets like this, all his energy dissipates and the time moves slowly, slow-slow-slow like the mountains do. His mind is quiet and he can feel everything. The way his chest rises with every breath, Max's smelling like sex, his knees hurting from kneeling for so long. A distant thought but then-

Max's voice. Near, clear, dear.

Daniel, you okay?

Yeah, Maxy, he wants to say. Peachy. Great, baby. Amazing. But his voice doesn't want to come out so he just nods and Max's skin is so soft, he has to kiss his thighs, once, twice, thrice. Max laughs and Daniel blinks, and life is rushing back. Time is getting normal, Daniel's energy is filling him again.

He looks at Max and thinks this moment here, it should be eternal.

- CHINA. He's getting better. He knows he's getting better. But days like this makes him feel like all the progress he makes is for nothing. He doesn't like this feeling, it feels like a battery that only has negative poles. When he's like this, he doesn't want to be near anyone. Doesn't want them to worry, doesn't want to be a burden. So he sits against the pit wall, headphones blocking everything except the music, angry-sad, making his eyes burn with salt. Don't cry, don't cry. He was mad earlier and he ignored Max and his wounded look and now Daniel feels silly, stupid, immature.

There's a shadow blocking the sun. The shadow has the shape of Max. The shadow talks like Max too.

I was looking for you. You shouldn't sit for so long in the sun, Daniel, it's not good. You should have an umbrella, I'll ask for one.

Daniel stretches his arm, makes grabby hands, doesn't mind if anyone is watching. Max holds his hands, makes a goofy dancing movement. Daniel doesn't want to laugh but he does because Max is always funny.

Sorry, he says. For being a cunt earlier.

It's okay, says Max.

And gets him to his feet. He sways a little into Max, enough to smell his aftershave, to see the little freckle in his lip.

Yes, I love you, he thinks. Doesn't say because it's a bit scary, this big feeling. Bigger than China, irrepressible, inevitable.

- MIAMI. They have ice cream in bed, the spoons clicking against each other when they try to take a bit at once. It's melting even in the air conditioner of the room. Vanilla kisses because it's the best flavour of ice cream ever. Max is trying to convince him the best flavour is chocolate. Max knows nothing like Jon Snow. Max blinks (slow at first, faster a second later).

Who the fuck is Jon Snow?, he asks.

And Daniel laughs and laughs until he feels he's going to puke. And then kisses Max, sticky mouth, sweet like melting vanilla.

Max kisses back, takes the ice cream, leaves it on the side table without looking.

Daniel.

His voice breaks in the middle of his name.

Yeah.

This is it, thinks Daniel. This is the feeling when you win a race. This bubbly, effervescent feeling, your whole body full of ecstasy, the sky in the tips of your fingers. You're the champion. Nothing can reach you.

This is it, thinks Daniel, lost in pleasure, full of love, high with the feeling of Max moving inside him. His fingers, sticky with love, caress Max's back. His mouth, sticky with love, says Max's name like a chant. He wants this feeling to last a lifetime.

Max, yes, baby. Just like this, just like this.

(Stay with me. Forever.)

[imzsuzsis-blog]

It's okay that I won, but now a modest celebration is coming, because of the two dwarves.

"Children, let's take it back, please."

I laughed to myself and let them take some more photos.

"Of course, yesterday must have been rough."

"I don't want to talk about it, Mom and Dad. That's all they were born with."

“ I was saddened and tears appeared on my face.,I also understood how you showed the picture of them, they turned out to be very beautiful, Leah, you are pure as a little baby. We should celebrate now."

"It won't work, they're the only ones in my head and I can only hope that they survive the whole thing."

I bit my lip and almost cried, I loved them, but I was also worried about them.

"Is it a natural feeling that I loved them very much, but at the same time I'm worried about them?"

"Yes, it's because you suddenly became a mother and it will last you the rest of your life."

I sat down and buried my face in my hands and cried, then I spread them out so that the twins were there, but I was just imagining it, because it wasn't real and I couldn't hold them in my hands because they were somewhere else.

At least Lando has completely disappeared from the radar and Max is nowhere to be found. Tell them that they went with Martin and Loki, but we don't know where.

"Max, they've stepped down."

"I know, you sharp-witted bastard from Monaco."

Max slapped me from behind and I could only grimace.

"Hello..." "Hello... Loki... You?"

"Yes, I came from the hospital, Lando and I changed hands."

"Here?"

We asked Loki in chorus, who could only look in front of him.

"What the hell happened?"

"Girls came into the world just in time."

"Is this some stupid joke?"

"Unfortunately, it wasn't all that unexpected... He was complaining to me and suddenly we noticed a soft cry."

Loki sat down next to us and almost fell asleep, he was so tired.

"How long did you sleep?"

"Not too much for worry, but I don't think Lando either."

You showed us that we don't have a shot.

"We just don't know that he messed with the team and we can't find him. So that we know where it is easier, but we don't go after it."

We froze and wanted to go after it, but our legs didn't obey us and we are both in good shape.

"Daniel, Carlos?"

“Yes?"

"Lando went home?"

"He signed the paper both home and abroad that it was certain that the girls were adopted."

"My Jesus, I can't believe this, and Lando was expecting the twins, and that's the end... This is a fucking rule."

"Supposedly, it was his parents who got involved in the whole thing, so he can't raise them."

I was watching the video on my mobile where he is driving his Porsche and talking to one of his friends, probably about it.

"Did you see?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

I leaned against the wall, then I continued to turn the pages and on the third page I read that he was single.

“Fuck doesn't go with Loki!!!"

"Don't worry, we also read it, but we cut it with our gloves."

I called my girlfriend, who said that he was a scumbag in front of Loki, he couldn't have done that to him in him heart, now he was the stupid one, but he loves him very much and says this all the time. I didn't tell them, but after the race I saw Lando and Loki kissing after the race and talking about sex, to say the least, and I won't get into that, it's none of my business. I was angry that I said that and his partner still stands by him.

I went whistling, they called me on the street, I can go to the Grand Prix, it made me happy.

“Yes? Carlos? You? Fuck me and I kissed Loki, boom.”

I looked at him and wanted to pull him one right now.

"The girls? Or the rumor that you adopted them, you plain stupid Englishman.”

"What's up???? Where the hell did you get it????”

"That's what George, Danny, Max and Alex said too."

"Well, these are as stupid rumors as that I go out with girls... Charles started this during the summer vacation because I was only hanging out with one girl for the most part... I've sent him to hell ever since."

“It's good.." ,,Yes, my parents were true, my father to be exact... He said I should first become a world champion and then a parent... He was there when I was a teenager, because he didn't want to hear a baby crying in the house...If that's the case, he's a dick he can be nice to me, especially when it comes to Oliver, he's nice and cute."

I hugged Carlos sobbing, I didn't want to meet dad this weekend, with everyone in my family, but not now, I hated him permanently for what he did. I never told them this, but he insisted on my miscarriage in 2020, and then I didn't talk to him for months, I only did it because of the press, I didn't talk to dad about the matter except on camera. In fact, I dumped Connie because of her boyfriend at the time, because he gave him all the shit that wasn't true and it wasn't the first time. He did this with my first boyfriend and with all of them, but now I won't let myself go, I loved Loki and I feel he will be my husband.

"I feel that Loki will be my husband... What should I do against father now?"

I bit my lip nervously and was afraid that if I gave it to him he would invent something again that I had a girlfriend again, like Connie.

"Well, this is for me... What did he do to you as a child?"

“If you say you have Stockholm syndrome?”

"I'm trying to erase these from my mind."

My friend shook me but I just continued to sob, this is a painful memory for me.

"Tell me, please."

He shook his head and threw up in the open street. I know that Adam is a careerist, but for him to be violent was quite surprising now. But his jerkiness was also the same, I thought he was a kind and cute person, but for him to abuse his son and prey on him is too much.

"Lando, have you thought about suing him?"

"A lot, but it always comes with the fact that I don't receive from the inheritance or from the business part. But none of them excites me, especially after that, when I'm at home, he beats me when I'm at home, and if no one is watching, he beats me, like if I were a child, he rapes me."

"Regardless of your results?"

"Yes, he's been like this all my life."

I ran away sobbing, this is a fucking big secret that I told him, so far no one knows, not even Oscar.

[snootlestheangel]

Cheers to the Unknown Pt.2

Monster/cryptid au ft. Just A Dude!Ghost; canon-divergent, alternate universe. More details here (parts are not a coherent story necessarily just scenarios as they come to me !subject to change!;all tagged under "cheers to the unknown") TW: some body horror, language

Meeting The Team

John Price being an inhuman probably would have upset Ghost more had he not been so numb to the world. Ghost had been officially born; Simon Riley was dead, along with his family. Crude, ugly scars twisted his face into a mock grin, something he learned is called a Glasgow smile. If Ghost himself could not bear to see them in the mirror, why would anyone else? How could anyone else? So he took to covering his face. Thus Ghost was born.

Now, Simon Riley had worked with John Price before his supposed death, but it wasn't for long and he still didn't really know the man. He knew Price to be a good man, however, and was rather pleased to hear he'd be working under the captain.

The mission itself was a simple infiltrate and extract operation, one that Ghost could probably do perfectly well on his own. But alas, given the novelty of his new identity, many higher ranking personnel refused to allow him solo for the time being. At least Ghost was stuck with someone relatively decent from his limited experience, and a fellow human.

Or at least Ghost thought he was with another human. He was due for a very nasty reality check when he happened to glance over at the Captain while tightening his tac vest. Ghost stopped all motion as he watched with sickening horror as Price's appearance contorted into a lowly guard for the site they were infiltrating. Price groaned a bit as he popped a few joints in adjustment to his different body.

"You alright?" Price asked in a noticeably different voice as he noticed the wide eyes of the lieutenant.

"Fine, sir." He snapped out, perhaps a bit too quickly. He wasn't all that shocked to be honest, a man of Price's reputation can't possibly be human, and it validated Ghost's feelings of uncanny valley when interacting with Price. It had seemed his intuition that something was different proved right. He wasn't shocked, no, more angry that no one bothered to tell him.

"I thought you knew." Price spoke quietly, almost sheepishly, at Ghost's sharp response.

"Quite frankly, sir, I don't give a shit. We've got a job to do, and I take it you've got a plan." Ghost meets Price's eyes, his expression earnest despite being blank. Price smirked back, slowly nodding.

"That I do."

~~~~~~

Ghost never enjoyed being assigned to various teams of rather inexperienced soldiers, especially ones run by cocky, know-it-all sergeants. He had arrived after the team to assist them with the stealth aspect of their assignment, since their last one had apparently gone haywire. Granted, it wasn't a real assignment, but rather a simulation and Ghost was there to teach them where they went wrong last time. Ghost scanned the clearing where the men were gathered, the cold spray from the sea chilling him even through all his layers.

"Glad you could make it, Lieutenant!" The sergeants, Ghost couldn't be bothered to remember his name, waved in greeting. Ghost resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead remained quiet as he took his place.

"Do you have a plan for getting inside the walls?" Ghost asked, and the sergeant nodded, briefly patting the air tank in front of him.

"There's a locking system under the water against this side gate. I can easily be in and out. The gate will open and I'll meet the men on the inside." Sergeant Daniels, as Ghost suddenly remembered, said rather matter-of-factly. Ghost frowned at him. The plan didn't make sense, but he didn't want to say anything until after the fact, so as to avoid getting into an argument before anything has a chance to go wrong. Sergeants like this one loved to argue. Ghost didn't.

"Have you checked the tank?" Ghost asked, and the sergeant's eyes widened a bit before he bent over to check. Ghost did roll his eyes this time, and instead let his gaze wander to the small team. Most of them looked as green as they probably were, but one didn't. Instead of looking apprehensive like his counterparts, he seemed at peace, his stance relaxed and a small, almost knowing smirk on his lips. He met Ghost's eye and vaguely nodded his head towards Daniels, only to match Ghost's eye roll.

He hated to admit it, but Ghost already liked this kid. He was a corporal, given the markings on his uniform, but he still seemed to know more than the Sergeant.

"Um, there's a problem with the air tank. I'll lose more air than I get to breathe if I take this down." Daniels's nervous voice drew back Ghost's attention, but before he practically snapped his neck to look, he noticed the subtle face palm from the corporal.

"Got a spare?" Ghost snapped, and Daniels shook his head.

"That's mistake number one. Never under prepare. Better safe than a dead man." Ghost barked out, barely containing his anger. He really didn't want to be spending his weekend like this.

"I can breathe underwater." A different voice spoke up, and Ghost felt a bit of relief seeing it came from the corporal.

"How well can you see under there?" Ghost asked and the kid fought back a grin, settling for a small smile.

"Pretty damn well, I'd say." He responds, and Ghost nods. He turns back to glare at Daniels.

"You'd better be fucking grateful he volunteered. You won't be so lucky next time." He said, as dark and threatening as he could be without scarring the idiot for life. Daniels nodded strongly before taking a step back to allow Ghost full authority.

"Got a name, Corporal?" Ghost asked, and the man opened his mouth and closed it again before he gave a formal response.

"Kyle Garrick, sir." Ghost quirked a brow in question.

"Did you have something else to say?"

"I was only going to be smart-ass with your question, sir." Garrick responded, standing a bit straighter as if expecting the already agitated lieutenant to snap.

"Well then let's hear it." Ghost replied, surprising even himself.

"Was only going to say, no, I actually don't have a name." Garrick quipped back, and Ghost nodded, almost solemnly.

"A fellow unloved child, I see. Good to know." Ghost said, and Garrick let out a small laugh in shock.

"Permission to dive, sir?" He asked and Ghost scanned him briefly. The corporal really wasn't dressed for the weather, but given the fact he can apparently breathe underwater, Ghost supposed it didn't really matter.

"Can you disable the lock and alarm system?" He asked, and Garrick confidently nodded.

"Go for it." And with the lieutenant's permission, Garrick gracefully slipped into the water with barely a sound. Ghost shook his head after briefly glancing at Daniels, deciding not to push anything for his own sanity.

It wasn't long at all, rather only a minute or two, before the corporal resurfaced, giving them the go ahead. The rest of the simulation was a disaster on all fronts that didn't include Corporal Garrick. Ghost had yelled himself raw afterwards, and he even allowed Garrick to slip away before the berating began. Afterwards, as Ghost headed to his temporary quarters for the night, he passed the corporal.

"You did good out there, Garrick." Ghost said, half expecting the corporal to not have heard him approach. Instead, he gave Ghost a smile and a nod, seemingly already aware of his presence. It was times like this Ghost was jealous of his inhuman counterparts for their uncanny abilities to detect subtle changes around them.

"Thank you, sir. And, most people call me Gaz." He responded, his smile brightening. Ghost frowned at him, uncertain as to why he felt so drawn by him. He must've stared too long, as Gaz's face suddenly twisted into embarrassment. Iridescent scales slowly faded into view along his cheek bones and along the crest of his nose.

"Sorry, I keep forgetting some species are more... susceptible." Gaz muttered, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. Ghost didn't understand why Gaz had said species instead of humans specifically, as that was more likely to be the case, but he didn't question it. He also didn't question what he meant by susceptible, but he refused to ask for his own peace.

"Well, good night, then. Hope to work with you again, Gaz." Ghost mumbled, and Gaz smiled once again.

"Thank you, sir. I hope to work with you, as well."

~~~~~~

Meeting Sergeant MacTavish was an... interesting experience for him, to say the least. Ghost had heard stories of the sergeant with the ability to produce lightning from his fingertips and a knack for blowing shit up. Yeah, because that's the perfect man for a stealth op.

Perhaps it was because Ghost had underestimated him, or perhaps it was the typical pre-mission jitters he still hasn't gotten used to, but something put him on edge when he saw the sergeant. Every hair on his body stood on end as the man approached him, a confident, if not cocky, grin stuck on his face. Thunder rolled in the distance, and something quite literally flashed in the Scotsman's eyes.

"Let's make this one a win, yeah Lt? Save you a seat, sir." Soap said, punctuating his sentence with a light punch to Ghost's shoulder that sent a harmless, yet startlingly shock through his body. Ghost watched him saunter away and onto the carrier as his heart beats loudly in his chest.

He'll never catch a break, will he?

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Arbitrary Fate Chapter 2- Angry

Here is chapter 2 of Arbitrary Fate. I had a lot of fun writing this one so I hope you enjoy it!

GF- Ray's so angry.

Me- Yeah, that's kinda the point.

GF- I still don't like seeing him this way.

Me- Neither does Ray.

It was nearly nine in the evening when Captain Man walked into the police station. Normally, when he had to come to the police station, it was because he was bringing a criminal in. He would hold said criminal by the top of their arm and push them toward the first cop that came up to him. He knew many of the officers and detectives, and he would always take the time to talk to them.

“How are the kids doing, Johnny?”

“Are you still trainin’ for that 5K, Isa?”

“Did you ever find your wedding ring, Alec?”

When Kid Danger was with him, he would do much the same. He was pretty sure the kid had an ongoing poker game with a handful of cops. He almost always won. Don’t ask him, Captain Man taught the kid many things, but gambling was not one of them.

Captain Man heard someone call his name. He turned to see a man with salt and pepper hair and green eyes walking up to him with his hand extended. The man was shorter than Captain Man and had a bit of a stomach, but he could tell that the man’s arms were toned through his white button down. Captain Man extended his hand toward him.

“I’m Detective Daniels. I called the Captain Man hotline,” Detective Daniels said as they shook hands.

“I remember,” Captain Man said, subtly wiping his hand on his pants. Nothing against Detective Daniels, but ever since he caught Schwoz’s ‘horrible disease’ he was more cautious around germs. Logically, he knew that he could not get sick by a normal germ, but the fear was still there.

“Our witness is in here,” Detective Daniels said as he took him into a room. There was two way glass that took over half the wall. On the other side a man who was in his early twenties (around the same age Henry would be) was pacing back and forth in the small room. His shoulders were tensed up to his ears and he was harshly scratching the back of his neck. Captain Man could see the angry red marks left by his nails. His face was wet with old tears.

“He won’t tell us anything,” Detective Daniels explained. “All he’s saying is he did not know anything.”

“He did not know anything,” Captain Man repeated.

“Anytime we ask, he just says that he needs to talk to you.”

“Well, if it’s me he wants to talk to then it’s me he’ll get.”

Captain Man walked into the room, jerking the door open. The man flinched, raising his hands up to cover his as he turned.

“Oh my God, Captain Man,” the weepy man said, lowering his hands. “You have to understand, I did not know anything. I didn’t. Not until a couple of days ago. I didn’t…”

Captain Man took a breath, and held up a hand. Thankfully, the weepy man stopped. “I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves,” he said in a smooth tone. “Why don’t you tell me who you are.”

“M-my name’s Christopher,” the weepy man- Christopher- said.

“Why don’t we sit down and we can talk,” Captain Man said, sitting in the chair closest to the mirror. “Detective Daniels told me you have information about Kid Danger?”

“Oh, that poor kid.” Christopher started to pace again, stretching the back of his neck as big tears rolled down his face. He covered his mouth to muffle a sob. “I didn’t know anything. I just needed a job. I have three kids.”

“Hey, Christopher,” Captain Man attempted to get Christopher’s attention. It did not work. He was no good at this. The emotions of others were like a different language to him. Charlotte once said that he ‘struggled with empathy.’ Whatever that was supposed to mean. Captain Man, however, had to get this man to talk. So, he tried again. “Christopher, Son, eyes here.”

Christopher looked at him, brown eyes huge and brimming with unshed tears.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself again. Sit down, and start from the beginning,” Captain Man told him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Christopher nodded, finally taking a seat across the table from Captain Man.

“Start from the beginning.”

“I just needed a job,” Christopher said. “I was a stay at home dad. My wife is- w-was a doctor. She made more than enough and we did not want to pay for childcare so I stayed home.”

“Makes sense.”

“She recently passed away,” Christopher shuttered out a sigh and blinked away tears. “Home invasion. Everyone was- everyone was too late.” Christopher got a far away look in his eye. He blinked and shook his head before he continued, “anyway, our savings was only going to go so far. So, I put in my application everywhere. I-I didn’t get any answers back until someone at this- um- storage place got back to me-”

“Can you be more specific,” Captain Man asked. He tone was stiff. He wished that Christopher would get to the point. “What’s the name of the storage place and who got in contact with you?”

“Mr. Webb. I never got a first name. A-And it's called Extra Space Storage,” Christopher said, he looked away and down. “Anyway- um- it did not pay too good, but it was enough. I figured I’d look for a more suitable job in the meantime. I-I met the owner a few weeks later. He said his name was Steven, but that- but that was not his name.” Christopher shook his head and claimed up again. He was so tense and in any other circumstance, Captain Man would have been more gentle, but he could not. His kid was out there and this rambling man was his key.

“What’s his name?”

“Drex,” Christopher whispered, as if saying Drex’s name out loud was a curse.

Ray closed his eyes as his jaw tightened. “And you didn’t recognize him?” he said through clenched teeth.

“I-I don’t know,” Christopher said, pitch raising and breathing coming is short gasps. “We just moved to Swellview a year ago. People don’t really talk about the villains around here unless they are being inconvenient in the present. People only talk about Captain Man and sometimes Kid Danger. I never thought to do research. I figured if I always had the hotline on speed dial or could call 911, I’d be fine.”

‘Well, you were wrong,’ Ray wanted to say, but Captain Man could not. Captain Man took a breath. He forced his jaw to unclench as he said, “Sorry, continue.”

“I don’t know how, but Drex figured out what happened to my wife. He started talking to me about it ever so often. He would make little jabs at you. Almost saying that I should blame you for what happened.” Christopher’s eyes widened as if he realized what he just said. “I-I don’t. I don’t blame you. I only blame the guy who came into my house and did that. There is nothing that you could have done. I…”

“Off topic,” Captain Man snapped. He did not have time for this.

“Sorry,” Christopher mumbled. “Any-anyway I just got this really, really bad feeling. So I did not research. Found out that Steven was really Drex and everything that Drex had done. I didn’t know what to do.”

“You should have come to the police or contacted me,” Captain Man said, trying his best to keep a professional tone. He was failing.

“The police would not have taken me seriously,” Christopher claimed, arms raised defensively. “All I had was a villain that the world thinks is dead running a storage facility. I needed evidence.”

“You would not have needed evidence if you contacted me,” Captain Man took a breath and swallowed the rest of the words that wanted to come up. ‘I could already have Henry back if you would have come to me sooner.’

“I didn’t know that! If I knew that, I would have done just that!” Tears edged Christopher’s eyes. He buried his face in his hands and began to weep again.

‘You don’t know a lot,’ Ray thought. He knew that he could not say that. This interview already had too many emotions in it. “What evidence finally made you contact the police.”

“I kinda played amateur detective,” Christopher said. His voice broke as he wiped his nose on his sleeve. “I made Drex believe that I hate your guts- I-I don’t, by the way. Just to be clear.”

“I got it,” Captain Man nodded.

“He must have believed me, ‘cause next thing I know, I’m down in the basement. Now, this basement was not a normal basement, it was like three or four times bigger than the store itself. It had at least a few dozen rooms. It has a big main room that an elevator opens to. Scariest elevator ride of my life.”

Ray felt like punching the table. Bastard copied off the Man Cave.

“That main room,” Christopher said, not noticing the anger radiating off of Captain Man, “is apparently used for meetings. Um- God,” Christopher shut his eyes tight; his face pinching. He took a shaky breath. “There was this long table in the center of the room. Drex told me to take a seat. There were already a lot of people there. He said that there was one more person- thing- that he had to get. He-he disappeared behind this wall. I asked- I asked who Drex was gonna get ‘cause the table was already full. They laughed. God, they laughed. Someone said Kid Danger.”

Ray knew that was coming. Still, it felt like a dagger stabbed his heart. Yet another injury that may never heal.

“I wouldn't have recognized him if someone didn’t tell me. He had dark hair. Long.” Christopher indicated to his shoulder. He got a far away look in his eyes. “He was so skinny. Skin and bones. His body was covered in bruises and scratches. He had a big gash on his forearm. Probably from Drex’s one hand. He had these goggles on. I don’t think he could see. This metal plate covered his mouth. Drex had him kneel next to him. Anytime someone said something he didn’t like or pissed him off, he would hit him. Or pinch him or something. One time Drex punched him so hard he collapsed and he just… laid there.”

Christopher continued to ramble on about the distressing situation his kid was in. It made him angry. Here Christopher was crying and yapping while Henry was out there being tormented by Drex. If Christopher would have just come to him weeks ago they could already have Henry back. Captain Man could not help but get angry.

He punched the table, causing Christopher to jump.

“And you did nothing,” Ray said, pointing an accusing finger towards him.

“What could I have done?”

“Anything,” Ray said. “You could have said something, tried to stop them.”

“It was a room full of villains and weapons,” Christopher said. “There was nothing I could do, but try and act like it was all normal so I did not die and could come to you with this.”

“Yeah, just in time too,” Ray said, “because from how it sounds, Kid Danger is on his deathbed.”

Christopher did not say anything to that.

“I need every single detail of that basement.”

…

Christopher was not much more help, but Ray knew where Henry was. He wanted to go to Extra Space Storage and get his kid. He did not care that he did not have a plan or that no one else on his team was aware. He did not care that he could fail. All he had to do was go in, blast some people and get Henry. It should be that simple.

He knew it would not be that simple.

It made Ray feel helpless. He did not do helpless well. He was so close. So close but still a million miles away.

Ray huffed as he sat in his car. His rage overpowered him and he hit the steering wheel a few times to get it out. Not paying attention, he pushed the emergency button. He fumbled to try and turn it off, but he did not have the time before Schwoz answered.

“Hello, it’s Schwoz,” Schwoz introduced.

“I can’t talk right now," Ray snapped.

“Ray what is going on? You pressed the emergency button.”

He deserved to know.

Ray told him everything.

“Get back to the Man Cave. I will call Charlotte, Jasper, and Piper,” Schwoz told him.

“No, no. I’m going to get him.”

“Ray-”

“And there is nothing that you can do to talk me out of it.”

“Ray, you could-”

“So don’t try.”

“Ray, you could get hurt,” Schwoz protested.

“I’m indestructible.”

“But Henry is not!” Schwoz shouted. It was not often that Schwoz raised his voice. When he did, Ray was startled to attention.

“What does that mean?”

“You know Drex, yes.”

“Yes," Ray rolled his eyes. He wished he never met Drex. Then maybe Henry would not be hurt.

“What do you think he will do to Henry when he realizes that you are coming?” Schwoz asked.

If he could not get Henry to a different location, then there was no doubt that Drex would do the unthinkable. Ray knew that and he hated it. He needed a plan to get Henry. Even if it called for leaving Henry for a little bit longer. Ray hit his steering wheel one more time.

“I’ll come to the Man Cave. You call Charlotte, Jasper, and Piper,” Ray said, scrambling for any sense of control.

“Will do.”

Ray hung up with a sigh.

‘Hang on, Kid. We’re coming for you.’

...

Henry sat on his thin mattress, rocking slowly back and forth as he braided a clump of his hair. Drex said he liked his hair long. Henry liked it because it was something to do while he was in his room. He did not have anything in his room aside from his mattress. It was dark and quiet.

Better than being yelled at and hit.

Henry hummed a song under his breath as he touched his lips and undid his hair. He braided it again. Drex did not like it when he hummed. He called it annoying, but sometimes Henry could not help it. He was not sure where the song came from. He did not know what it was called or the words. He knew that it was from before. He did not remember much from before. Drex said that there was not a before. Henry, however, knew he was lying. He had to be. He could picture the red brick and yellow house too clearly in his head. Brick steps led to the entrance. It was a white door. The inside was blurry, but he knew there were steps. His old room had a loft. He liked to read up there when he had the time. He did not have much time, though. He could not remember why. He had a job. Maybe that was why.

He did not remember his job.

He knew there were people. From before. He could not remember names. Faces blurred and mingled in a terrifying mirage. He tried not to think of people.

One person was almost always on his mind. Henry was sure he was making him up, but it was a comfort nonetheless. He was just a shadow in the outskirts of his mind. If Henry focused on him too much, he would fade into nothingness. So, Henry let him be in the peripherals at all times. The shadowy figure was broad and tall. He emanated safety and love. Something that he did not have here. Ever. He was good.

He called the shadowy figure Dad. It was the only word that fit.

He hoped that Dad was real. That he was from before. If he was from before, he was looking for him. Something in the back of Henry's mind knew that he was. Dad would not leave him here. Not on purpose.

Henry let his head fall against the corner of the wall. He was tired, but he could not fall asleep. He had trouble falling asleep. Sleeping meant vulnerability. Vulnerability meant that he could be hurt. Easier than normal.

‘Dad,’ Henry thought (prayed), ‘If you’re real, I’m holding on for you. Just come get me.’

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What does a little lando tantrum consist of 🥺

all you people want lately is for my poor baby to have a tantrum 🥲 perhaps it’s his luck this season and the therefore expected ones but maybe we should give the baby a break, give him a cuddle and a flurry.

but fine, still i shall feed the masses:

“No!” It’s all Lando’s vocabulary seems to consist of right now, all other English apparently lost.

“Lando-.”

“NO.”

Daniel sighs, still stood at the passenger side of the car, door open, Lando still inside with his seatbelt fastened. He’s grateful for the property he rented, private enough for this kind of meltdown to not attract any unwanted attention.

Daniel crouches down, trying to catch Lando’s eyes.

“Sweet boy-.”

“No!”

Daniel’s cut off basically before the sentence starts but he does meet Lando’s eyes. There’s an angry frown etched into his features, his eyes are shiny; tears just barely keeping from spilling over.

“You’re not a sweet boy?”

“No.” Lando shakes his head angrily.

“With a face so sour I’d almost believe you.” Daniel replies. “But I know better.”

Lando doesn’t reply, kicks one of his feet against the dashboard instead.

“Hey.” Daniel replies, reaching out to still Lando’s leg. “Don’t do that.”

Defiantly, Lando kicks it again and Daniel reacts immediately; hooks a finger under Lando’s chin and forces it up, giving him an unimpressed look. “Quit that.” He warns.

Surprisingly Lando does quit, an impressive pout appearing as a tear leaks out.

“We’re going inside.” Daniel announces then, sort of desperate to scoop the boy up and settle him down.

“No, no no!” Still Lando’s vocabulary hasn’t improved beyond the word but Daniel ignores him, unfastens the seatbelt too quick for Lando to react and hoists him out of the car and over his shoulder before Lando can go all floppy spaghetti noodle. It’s not his first rodeo.

He should’ve seen this coming really, they only had one day together this trip because Daniel had been so busy at Red Bull and with the press. He feels guilty not creating a bit more time, knows how much Lando misses him and how much he misses him too. There’s been too many tearful calls to count.

Lando actually screeches all the way to the front door and he’s once again grateful for the private property and the fence around the house.

He puts Lando down in the entrance, scared he’s gonna drop him with how much Lando was fighting him and unsurprisingly Lando flops around like a fish out of water.

Daniel sits too, back against the wall before reaching out and pulling Lando closer by a flailing leg and hoisting him back into his lap now that he can’t drop him anymore.

Lando’s crying so much he’s struggling to breathe and Daniel wraps him up so tight there’s no wriggle room left from him to struggle. Lando sags against Daniel’s chest once he realizes he’s not gonna win the battle, relaxes more when Daniel starts pressing fingers into the back of his neck.

“Shh.” Daniel soothes, pressing his lips into Lando’s curls. “I got you, you’re okay.”

Lando cries for a bit, still stuck on his “no’s” until there’s a second word added.

“No go!”

Daniel’s heart shatters almost immediately and he holds Lando impossibly tighter. “I’m not gone yet, Muffin.”

Lando struggles to push himself out of Daniel’s chest, pointing an accusatory finger at the elder. His face is one big wet red splotch.

“Soon!” He cries. “No go soon.”

Daniel isn’t sure what to respond, because he is. He’s going soon, he’s gonna leave Lando and he’s the reason he’s so upset. It doesn’t feel good.

“I’m sorry.” He just breathes, bringing Lando back into his chest, the younger goes willingly.

“I’m sorry.” Because he is. “We’ll be okay.” Because they’ll have to be.

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Brat

my latest Daniel/Armand fic. set in the devil's minion era. read it below or here

When things were bad, they were bad; but when things were good, they were real good. Right now, things are good. They haven't had a fight in weeks; Armand's been giving him the blood more frequently, and Daniel hasn't asked about the Dark Gift in what feels like ages. Yeah, things are good. Daniel is happy, almost deliriously so.

Right now, his wrists are crossed and held over his head on the mattress. Armand had put them there and told him not to move them. Daniel has been good and listened; he didn't even need reminding. He's been such a good boy for Armand, really he deserves something, some kind of reward.

“Do you, now?” Armand says, from where he's perched on top of him. He's thighs are splayed wide over Daniel and he's sitting with his cock buried inside him. It would be perfect, if only he would move. “I suppose you have listened well.”

He slides a hand up from where it's resting on his chest up to his neck. It closes around his throat slightly, not enough to impede his breathing, just enough to feel a little pressure. Armand dips down and brushes his lips over Daniel's. It's a barely there kiss and Daniel whines, chasing after his mouth when he pulls back.

Armand allows himself to be caught and Daniel licks into his mouth. The sweet taste of Armand's blood fills his mouth and he moans against Armand's lips. He must have cut his tongue on a fang for him. It sets Daniel's enter body alight; he feels like he's buzzing and flying. His hands itch to touch Armand, but he's being good. He likes being good for Armand.

“You do, don't you? My beautiful boy,” Armand says, voice warm with adoration as he pulls back to allow Daniel to breathe. He tightens his grip on Daniel's throat. Daniel has a bit of a thing for Armand choking him. He wiggles a little on top of Daniel, just enough to tease, and tightens his hold until Daniel sees stars. When he finally lets go, just as Daniel's vision is beginning to go gray around the edges, Daniel feels a jolt shoot through his dick. If Armand were moving, he could have come right there.

“Boss, you're killing me here. Have mercy,” Daniel pleads. He has to grip his hands into fists to keep from reaching out to touch Armand.

“Hm,” Armand lets his entire body go lax and sprawls out over top Daniel. He props his head up on his hands and peers up at Daniel's face with the innocent expression of an angel. “I'll think about it.”

He's trying to provoke him, Daniel realizes. Leave to Armand to set up mind games to get what he wants instead of just asking. Daniel shoves him off and unto his back and leans over top of him. He yanks his leg up under the knee and hitches his arm under Armand's thigh and drives back into him. “Is this what you want, you little shit?”

Daniel pounds into him and yanks his head back by the hair. His neck pulls taut and Daniel bites his way up the line of it. Armand gasps and says “Yes, like that, Daniel.”

Armand other leg wraps around his waist and he drives his hips up to meet him. Daniel snaps his hips into him and bites at his bottom lip. “You could have just asked me to give it to you rough.”

Armand tightens around him and Daniel feels like he's been electrified. “Mm. It's better when you're angry.”

“You like pissing me off for your own pleasure?” Daniel says. He pulls out of Armand and flips him over onto his stomach. With little care, he spreads Armand's thighs far apart and slams back into him. Armand moans low and filthy. Daniel winds fingers into his hair and uses the hold to force Armand back unto his cock.

“You fuck like a barbarian when you're angry.”

Daniel pounds into him even harder. The headboard slams into the wall and Armand has to throw up a hand to brace himself on it to keep from traveling up the bed. Dipping down to bite at his neck, Daniel whispers into his ear “You're such a fucking brat.”

“You love it,” Armand says, twisting his arm round at an awkward angle to twine his fingers through Daniel's hair and tug him down for a kiss. Daniel kisses him back, biting and sucking at his lower lip like it was his job. Armand keened and arched his back, pressed his rump closer to Daniel.

“I love you. Jerk,” Daniel says, pounding into Armand again and again. Armand's fingers twist into the sheets and he makes punched out little noises.

“Touch me, Daniel,” he demands. As if he has the right to demand anything after the stunt he pulled.

“Touch yourself; you aren't getting anything from me,” Daniel growls, nipping at his earlobe.

Armand must like it, because he contracts around him and moans. His hand goes under his stomach and Daniel hears him pant, face buried in the pillow. Daniel keeps slamming into him. He brings his hands to Armand's hips and angles him up. Armand curses in another language and Daniel knows he's found his prostate.

He grinds into it and Armand cries out his name and his entire body shudders as he comes. Daniel spills right behind him and it feels like being hit by a truck, the sheer force of it. His entire body goes slack and he collapses down unto the bed, barely managing to pull out and roll off Armand.

Daniel rolls onto his side and pulls Armand back against him. He presses a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. “Holy shit, that was good.”

Armand laughs and turns around in Daniel's arms to face him. He twines their legs together and smiles at him, smug and pleased. “I told you; it's better when you're angry.”

Daniel pinches his side. “You start pissing me off just to get off, I'm gonna stop fucking you.”

Armand laughs delightedly. “No, you won't.”

“Okay I won't, but I won't give it to you how you want. I'll treat you like it's your first time and I'm scared of hurting you.”

Armand lets out a scandalized gasp and pushes Daniel onto his back. He slings a leg over him and sits down on his thighs. “Don't you dare.”

He's smiling as he says it, so Daniel doubts he buys his threats for a second. He places his hands on Armand's hips and strokes his thumbs in little circles. “You know you can just tell me what you want, right?” Daniel says, “I'll do anything for you.”

Armand's smile turns soft and fond. “I adore you, beloved.”

“You're pretty alright yourself,” Daniel says, but lets the love he feels pour into his thoughts freely for Armand to hear. He does so love this impossible creature.

“Does that mean you're no longer angry?”

“For what? Blatantly manipulating me instead of just asking for what you want?” Daniel says, then cracks a grin. “Nah, I'm over it. Love you, babe.”

“I love you as well.”

Yeah, when things were good, they were real good. And right now, things were really fucking good.

[chaiiitime]

Plaything

Daniel is not happy after the sprint at the Austrian Grand Prix.

Warnings: 18+, language, mentions of sex, dubious consent

Note: repost from my previous blog

“Let me see what I can do in clean air”

“Daniel, we’re looking at it, we’re looking at it. I’ll get back to you.”

Daniel’s anger had been mounting since lap 13 of this fucking sprint so much that when Tom came on the radio at the end to inform him that he was P12, he barely managed to be civil. What he had really wanted to do was to unleash all his frustrations on the radio, to let everyone know what he really thought, but he knew with the media frenzy about his future right now, that this was not the right way to go.

So he kept his mouth shut, went through parc ferme procedures trying to get himself under control. He’d played the team player game for too long and he’d had enough of it now.

He made his way to the the motor home, going up the steps to the engineering room. He was absolutely fuming, ready to tell the strategy team exactly where they could stuff their fucking strategies. The room was empty save for one lone figure sitting at one of the computers. Great, it was Sarah or whatever her name was, Daniel couldn’t care less. She was part of the strategy team and outside of engineering meetings, he had never interacted with her much.

She looked up as Daniel abruptly threw his helmet on one of the tables. “Where’s Andreas or Randy?”

“I think they’re in the hospitality suite. Is there something I can help you with?” Something in the calm modulation of her voice made Daniel snap.

“Is there something you can help me with?” He bit out as he advanced on her “Is there something you can help me with? What do you fucking think,huh?” He spat as he towered over her.

Daniel knew he should probably step back and leave. Go hide in his driver’s room till he had himself under control. But he was bleeding dry here. He didn’t put his blood and tears into this sport, into this team for him to be asked to roll over for his teammate. He was not losing to a kid again.

“Daniel, you need to calm down. If this is about the decision to not swap positions during the sprint, we can discuss this once you’ve cleared your head” Daniel was so done. He was sick of people always treating him as the nice guy, as if he was meant to always accept what was dished out to him. His hand shot out, grabbing her good-girl ponytail and twisting. He pulled till she was looking him in the eye.

“Daniel, please step back. You’re overstepping your bounds” Sarah tried to keep her voice calm and measured but the truth was that she was scared. In the time she’d known him, she had never seen him this angry. Daniel had a hard glint in his eyes, his features sharpened in anger. His mouth twisted in a feral smile.

“I’m done with being nice” his other hand came up to grip her jaw tightly, painfully “tell me what I should do for you lot to listen to me one fucking time.” He used his hold on her to pull her even closer. Sarah was suddenly painfully aware of his hard body against hers. She could smell his drying sweat, could feel his hot ragged breath on her face. To her shame, she could feel her body responding to the base animality in him.

She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped as her breath came in quick shallow puffs. Daniel could see her pupils were blown wide open, could feel her heaving chest against his. He zeroed in on her parted lips, watched as her tongue briefly shot out to lick her bottom lip.

“You little freak”, he let out a mean laugh “you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” He watched as she flushed red, as she tried to shake her head no. His fury began to abate, becoming sharper, more precise. She became the perfect focus for his rage. So what if he got fucked over by the team every race weekend, here he had the upper hand. He let that dark side of him, the one that punched holes through walls, the one that he tried so hard to leave behind in his Red Bull days, take over.

He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, once, twice, each time more forceful. He was going to have fun playing with her.

Sarah turned her head to the side, trying to break from his grip on her jaw. She placed her hands on his chest and tried to push him away. Her futile attempts seemed to amuse him.

“Please step away”

Daniel tsked at her and tightened his hold on her. “Who are you trying to fool, little girl? Don’t pretend like I’m not going to find you soaking wet right now if I put my hands down your panties”

He snaked his hand down between their bodies, flicked the button on her slacks open and slipped his hand into her panties. He dragged two of his fingers through her slick folds, gathering her arousal on the pads of his fingers. Sarah couldn’t help that involuntary jerk of her hips as his fingers brushed against her clit. She should have been scandalised as he brought his hand up and painted her lips with her arousal. He dipped his head and sucked at her bottom lip, biting down hard on it. She gasped and Daniel slipped his tongue past her lips. The kiss was brutal. It was meant for Daniel only to take his pleasure from it. He slid his hand down to her throat, applying pressure to tilt her head uncomfortably backwards as he continued to plunder her mouth, his hips mimicking the thrust of his tongue.

Just as it started, the kiss ended abruptly. Sarah stumbled backwards into the table, gasping for breath. Not giving her time to recover, he gripped her hips and flipped her around. He pushed her panties and trousers over her hips, down to her knees. He kicked her legs as far as her slacks would let him. He pressed his hands between her shoulder blades, bending her slightly over the table.

Daniel gave a satisfied huff. He had her exactly where he wanted. He rucked up her team polo to below her arms and pulled down the lacy cups of her bra. He grunted as her tits filled his hands. He squeezed and fondled them before pushing two of his fingers into her mouth. “Make them nice and wet” he ordered. She had no other option but to obey, swirling her tongue around them. Daniel pushed them further into the back of her throat, feeling smug as she gagged on them. Fuck, her mouth would feel so good around his cock.

Later, he promised himself. He pulled his fingers out, swirling them around her nipples and watched as they puckered even further in the air conditioned air. Sarah watched as he pinched and pulled at her nipples, feeling like there was a live wire between her breasts and center. She moved her hips restlessly, trying to relieve the ache in her core.

She jumped as Daniel suddenly rained down a series of slaps on her arse, each one harsher than the other. “You’re so fucking needy” he hissed. Sarah could feel her ass smarting and her face burned in humiliation at her own neediness. She felt his knuckles brush against her ass as he freed himself from his fireproofs. She wanted to look at him but Daniel roughly pushed her further down onto the table. She braced herself for his thrust but he surprised her as he rubbed himself against her clit.

He held himself in his hand as he dragged his cock through her folds and just as she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he finally notched himself at her entrance and gave a few shallow thrusts. He laughed darkly at her whimpers as he withdrew. He cut her off with two well-times slaps to each of her ass cheeks. She pushed her hips back into him, trying to find some kind of relief. One of his hands stilled her movements while the other reached out to grip her chin and turned her head around.

“Beg me” he ordered, relishing her squirm.

“Please, please Daniel”

“Please what? I want you to say it” his features well pulled tight in sadistic pleasure as he spat the command at her.

It was maybe at this point that Sarah should have gathered whatever was left of her dignity and leave, but whatever line there was had been crossed a long time ago. She could feel her inner muscles clenching around nothing. She desperately needed him inside of her. She couldn’t care less that anyone could walk in at anytime and see her like that. She didn’t stop to think about the repercussions that this might have on her career. “Please please fuck me Daniel!”

Daniel felt a rush of power at her sobs, at the litany of pleas still falling from her lips. He gripped himself in hand and slapped his dick once, twice against her clit before thrusting into her. He leaned over her, gathering her undone ponytail in his fist and whispering nasty things in her ears, getting mean and letting out all his frustrations.

The room filled with the vulgar sound of their flesh slapping together, the wet squelch of her pussy. Daniel didn’t hold anything back, fucking into her, hitting that magical spot inside of her. Sarah tried to find purchase on the table as her nipples rubbed almost painfully on the table top. She felt the bow string inside of her tighten even further, reaching its breaking point. She reached back, grabbing onto Daniel’s hand that was on her hip, her fingers digging into his skin as she felt her orgasm start to break.

Daniel looked down almost enraptured at his handprint on her ass, at his dick, covered in her juices, entering her. Somewhere, at the back of his mind, it clicked that he had forgotten to wear any protection, that he should pull out before he started coming. But fuck him, she was milking him so deliciously it would be a pity to miss out on that. His movements became more erratic as he started coming. He buried his face into the curve of her neck and bit hard, prolonging both of their orgasms.

Sarah winced as Daniel pulled out, feeling his cum drip out of her. Daniel stumbled backwards. He quickly tucked himself back into his fireproofs.

“Fuck” he rubbed a hand over his face. The enormity of what he’d done hit him as he looked at Sarah. She flinched as he reached out to steady her. His hands trembled as he helped her right her clothes. She wouldn’t meet his eyes and Daniel couldn’t blame her. He knew he had forced himself onto her and he had to face the repercussions of his actions.

“Sarah, I’m sorry” he stumbled over his words, “did I hurt you?” What he really wanted to ask was whether what they’d just done was consensual, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words for fear of what the answer might be.

Sarah gave a mirthless laugh, “you don’t have to worry. I was a pretty willing participant towards the end”

As she walked away, Daniel felt even worse than he did when he came in here.

[nottivagos]

HELLOOO!! Welcome Notti's "Not So Innocent" Notebook where I write some filth to make your Thursday a little bit better <3 || 18+ mdni pls and ty

Rockstar!Daniel Ricciardo who gets a little jealous at a rumour that his lovely Popstar!Reader is cheating on him, then alleviates the stress with... an amp?!

an: NESSA BARRETT. this is all your fault. going into this fic, i thought "hey, let me listen to nessa barrett for a bit, pornstar is a pretty good song!" THEN I FOUND S.L.U.T.?! im sorry but it just SCREAMED this idea.

Daniel was sick and tired of this bullshit. He knew he'd taken a risk by dating a popstar, but he was able to overcome the knowledge that sleazy gossip magazines would be like vultures on him all the time.

Eyes glued to his phone, the grip tightening as he read each headline with growing irritation. You'd been allegedly sleeping with a collaborator featured on your latest album, blurry pictures of you two together outside a nightclub ‘disclosed’ and plastered on the front pages.

He shoved his phone into his pocket with an annoyed grunt, ignoring the buzzing notifications from his manager with gritted teeth. Trying to clear his head, he held his guitar in a death grip, attempting to strum— or at least make some noise to distract him from the social media crisis happening.

On the other hand, there was you, basking in the morning of a new found freedom after a hard slog to produce your own music for the past 5 months. You hadn't had a morning to laze about for a while, and you knew that Danny would be busy trying to compose something, so you made your way to his little home studio.

Soft footsteps entered the room, signalling Danny to snap his head up, brown eyes staring like daggers at you. Tossing his guitar back onto its stand, he strode over to you, tense and irked.

“Are you fucking someone else?” his voice was an irritated growl, jaw locking tightly into place as he looked at you with that piercing, dark hazel gaze. “Answer me,” the tone of his voice was dangerous.

“No.” Your voice calm and collected as you replied, swallowing the small, sour lump forming in your throat. “I'm not.”

“Then why the hell is your ass all over those stupid gossip mags, posing you like a cheating whore?” He words bit, each syllable striking like a sharp gash of a knife on your skin, the intensity of his anger suffocating you, silencing you.

“It's just a rumour, Daniel.” The full name flowing bitterly off your tongue twisted the knife deeper, as he gripped your neck, engulfing it with one hand. “Did that hit a nerve?” you jabbed again, “Didn't realise full naming you had such a dramatic effect.” Your poison spoke whilst smirking, as he pinned you firmly against the wall.

Despite the cocky demeanour, you were boiling inside. Adrenaline pumped through your veins in the heated moment, the bubbling heat pooling down, creating a slick heat as Danny's eyes flared with rage.

Hot, ragged breath fanned onto your face, Danny's flushed cheeks radiating anger and pent-up stress. “Do you understand the stress this is bringing me, huh?” He asked, gritting his teeth as he let go of the vice of a grip he had on your throat. “Do you?” barking angrily, lips dangerously close to your own.

“No, Danny, I don't.” a whisper escaped your glossy lips, nose nuzzling closer to his. “Are you angry at me?” the sweetness of your pretty voice drawled off your tongue, plump lips pouting, teasing the distance between you.

An annoyed grunt was your response, chapped lips crashing onto your perfectly kept ones immediately after. Moaning softly into Danny's mouth, his tongue intertwined with yours, your shared saliva mingling together.

A distinct line of saliva connected both of you together, lips pulling away for a brief moment. “You're torture,” he gruffly panted, rage simmering underneath his large, brown eyes, “pure fucking torture.”

Wrapping a firm hand around your wrist, he yanked you across his music studio with a swift tug, treading across the scattered wires and other various equipment. He gave you a firm but gentle shove forward, pushing your chest flush against the amp.

A large hand tangled in your hair, wrapping it tightly into a makeshift ponytail, whilst the other gripped your curved hip, holding you in place. An abrupt tug of your locks made a yelp escape your lips, back arching so your round ass stood high in the air.

Letting go of your hair, fingertips trailed down your spine to the hem of your dress, already riding up your curve, pushing it up to reveal your soaked panties, the cold gush of air against your slick heat causing you to gasp.

Hooking two fingers underneath your underwear, he pulled them down to your ankles. “So fucking wet for me already, huh?” his voice was dark, kneading the bare flesh with his palms.

You bit your lip, suppressing a small gasp, rubbing your thighs together for some friction. Danny, however, had other plans. One hand came in between your legs, splitting them open again.

“Danny—” you were cut off by the harsh crack on your ass, causing you to yelp and your knees to buckle.

“You want to whore around, huh?” He growled into your ear, one hand wrapping around your neck again. “Cause me all this stress,” he muttered as he slapped again, a red handprint revealing on your asscheek, “ruin my reputation. You deserve some kind of punishment for that.”

Whining, your cunt dripped, a few overflowing juices trickling down your thighs onto the amp below. Danny responded with an unamused tut, followed by the clinking of metal dropping onto the floor and a faint zipper.

He let his slacks fall to the floor, rubbing his clothed erection against your wet hole, making your hips buckle and thighs tremble.

“Needy girl.” He drawled out the degrading comment, pulling down his boxers to let his hardened length spring free. Teasing the tip at your slick folds, you whined again, face flushed with the electricity shooting through your body from the sexual anticipation.

Calloused hands cupped your hips, grabbing them as Danny's erection thrusted deep into your cunt, stretching it open.

“So fucking tight f’me, aren't ya,” he groaned, pounding into your ass like a horny teenager, thrusts erratic and uncomposed. “Taking me so well,” he grunted breathlessly, your sweet moans filling the room as you raced your release.

“D-Danny, please—” you whined, mind fuzzy from the overwhelming pleasure, hips moving and jerking with Danny's erratic movements, as your thighs began to tremble, gripping onto the amp until your knuckles went white, “I’m gonna—”

“Then come,” he spat, chasing his own release with gritted teeth, “come all over my cock.”

In one final thrust, you let go, pussy walls fluttering and clenching around Danny's cock. You moaned loudly, eyes rolling back as back arched in pleasure, feeling your release pool out of you like a waterfall.

Danny wasn't far behind, burying his hard length inside as thick ropes of cum painted your walls white, a large, guttural groan leaving his lips.

“Good girl,” he praised, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he pulled out of you, watching his cum overflowing out of your ass, dripping down your bare flesh. Quickly, he pulled up his trousers and boxers, revelling in the twitchy, messy state you currently were in.

Pulling out his phone from his back pocket, he flashed a photo of your leaking cunt, your combined juices trailing down your thighs with a low chuckle.

“Maybe I'll send this to one of those magazines to show them how much of a slut you are for me.”

danny is infiltrating my every thought. is this a curse, or blessing perhaps? maybe the filth is a drug. we'll never know... unless you send me your dirtiest thoughts for an edition in my notebook.. your choice though.. - notti <3

[fourmula1]

Hi, I love love love your ficlets and I was wondering if you'd consider writing more of omega Max? Maybe Daniel asking him to be his omega?

max/daniel. 1,329 words. part 1 here.

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It’s George that really makes Daniel do it.

Sat in the pit lane at Mercedes, they can both see Red Bull next door and Daniel’s eyes are trained on Max goofing around with his mechanics. He can’t hear the conversation from here but he can see Max’s bright, beautiful smile, can see the way he preens under the attention and gentle touches from the alphas around him.

Next to Daniel, George is leaned up, arms folded over his chest, watching the same scenes unfold. Daniel isn’t jealous, isn’t angry, has no reason to be. Max is patently uninterested in other alphas in the paddock and everyone with a working nose can tell he spends all his time with Daniel. But it’s not like Max is his omega, or anything. Not… not officially, anyway.

Daniel thinks of Max as his, though. He has for a long time now.

But Max is on the upward trajectory of an omega’s lifetime and Daniel doesn’t want to get in his way. He’s not the first omega to win a WDC but he’s the first to do it twice, and he’s soaring through this season on his way to a third. Daniel wants to watch him do it and not be distracted or worrying about being a good omega to an alpha, so. He’s helped Max through his heats, and cuddled him when he needed the touch, and looked after him the best he could whilst giving room for him to fly.

But it hurts him, Daniel knows. It hurts to feel that pull, that yearn for Max, and not be bonded to him. His body wants it, it takes everything he’s got not to sink his teeth into Max’s sweet neck every time they’re intimate. The sickly tug in his heart every time they’re apart and Max isn’t his omega is harder and harder to deal with.

“Mate, you know he’s just waiting for you, right?” George asks him, knocking his shoulder against Daniel’s and turning his gaze back to the Red Bull pits where Max and a couple mechanics are standing together chatting. “You know how he is.”

Daniel looks back at George, frowning before looking back to Max again.

“How he is?” Daniel asks, not sure what to make of that. Daniel knows a lot of things about Max. He knows the croak of his sleepy morning voice and the way he likes his eggs. He knows the way Max talks in his sleep and the little trio of freckles on his lower back that make a perfect triangle. He knows the sound of his sweet little omega coos and the way he smells when he comes. Daniel knows how Max is.

“The way he was raised,” George continues, shrugging a bit. “Just, all he knows is racing, and maybe his own instincts but I don’t think he knows how to say that he wants you to pick him. He probably feels it but doesn’t know how to say it. And you know how his dad was, all traditional weird shit. He probably doesn’t think he can ask you,” he says and Daniel frowns, pulls his lower lip between his teeth.

George is… maybe right. Max is not so good at talking about his feelings and making decisions for himself about even the simplest things. He was never allowed to, was pushed harder than most because of his omega status Daniel knows what Max has been through.

He reels as he considers what George is saying. Max has never let his omega status get in the way of racing or meeting his goals but relationships are a bit different. He knows Jos fed Max all kinds of horrible ideas about alphas and omegas, some vulgar and condescending innuendos about Max ‘tying’ himself to an alpha and ruining his career…

“Oh,” Daniel says, almost a whisper as he watches Max toss his head back in delighted laughter, the smooth column of his throat on display for all to see. Daniel knows, intimately, what that skin tastes like. Smells like. Feels like beneath his lips.

“Just saying,” George says with a laugh as he claps Daniel on the shoulder, pushes himself off the wall. “Everyone in this paddock knows who he belongs to except you,” he grins before heading back into the garage. Daniel stares, stomach twisting as he processes the information.

He’s wanted, so many times, to make Max his. He’s wanted to ask him, to court him, to bite him.

George is… right.

George is right.

-

That night after the race, tucked into the private bedroom at the back of Max’s plane, Daniel looks at Max curled up in the bed, scrolling through his phone. He’s freshly showered, hair soft, cozy in comfy clothes and beautiful as ever. Daniel’s sat criss-cross apple sauce on the end of the bed, finishing up some emails, but he can’t ignore his conversation with George anymore.

“You smell nervous,” Max says, peeking over the top of his phone down at Daniel at the end of the bed. Max has a keen nose and Daniel can’t hide anything.

He laughs as he closes his laptop and sets it aside, makes the crawl toward Max where he lays down next to him, faces him on the bed and shrugs.

“I am, I guess,” Daniel says, and it’s true, but he’s also astutely aware that he can smell Max’s feelings just as well. “I have something to ask you,” Daniel continues, takes a little breath as he watches Max set his phone down and turn onto his side to face Daniel properly. So attentive.

Max’s scent, for what it’s worth, doesn’t change to sharp anxiety at all. He’s open, ready, willing to hear whatever it is Daniel has to say.

“Maxy,” Daniel says with a little smile, reaches up to brush his fingertips over Max’s high cheekbone, down his sharp jawline. He’s just going to come out with it, he thinks. No prepared speech. No declarations of grand feelings. Just straight to the point, which he knows is more Max’s style.

Max leans into Daniel’s touch, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as Daniel’s fingertips trace over his cheek before coming to settle his hand against the side of Max’s neck. His pretty blue eyes blink open again, focused on Daniel. Patient, sweet, curious.

“Can I be your alpha, Maxy?” Daniel asks him, unable to help the wide grin breaking out on his face. He can smell the moment Max processes the question; can smell the spike of Max’s soft, warm, omega scent – like warm sunshine on fresh sheets, sea air, summer.

“I think, probably Daniel, you have been for a long time,” Max says, and he’s smiling too. “But I of course would like it if you would bite me.”

He’s so open. So willing. So ready. Daniel marvels at all Max has been through and the ways in which he can be so warm, gentle, loving regardless.

“Me too,” Daniel agrees, leans in for a soft kiss. Now is definitely not the time but his heart jumps at the thought of it. “I’ve been thinking of you as mine for a long time. I… I’m sorry, if you were waiting. I just had to work it out, I guess,” he admits, a little bashful. Max nods against his pillow, reaches out to tangle their fingers together.

“We got here, didn’t we?” Max asks, so casual, so easy going. It makes Daniel laugh and tug Max in to his arms, gives him a squeeze and nuzzles his face in Max’s hair.

“We did,” Daniel agrees, still laughing as they settle together, cuddled up, the white noise of the plane familiar and relaxing at this point.

Daniel falls asleep thinking about forging their bond, leaving a mating mark on Max for all the world to see, thinks about proving to Max that a life tied to an alpha, to him, is never going to hold him back.

[writtendaydreamm]

A Tough Time in Turkey

Summary: After a tough qualifying session in Turkey, Y/n helps Daniel release his frustrations.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut

Author’s Note: I wanted to get this out sooner but I’ve just been in a bit of a writing rut. This last race weekend in Turkey sparked some inspiration though so I went in and added some things based on the events of that qualifying session. Hope you guys like it!

Everyone knew Daniel as Danny Ric, the laidback jokester who always had a smile on his face. They never saw this side of him. The side of him that could get so angry he was ready to punch a hole into a wall. The side of him that was fuming under his helmet as he walked across the paddock in brisk strides.

Daniel didn’t get this way often. He did a good job of keeping his emotions in check, not allowing them to get the better of him. Even now, during a season that just wasn’t going his way, he kept his chin up and he pushed forward against the headwind of all the harsh criticism and negative comments.

Things seemed like they were finally looking up though. His win in Monza and decent P4 finish in Sochi gave him a much-needed boost of confidence. For the first time, Daniel felt like he was really starting to gel with the car. Getting more out of the machine and pushing its limits further than he’s been able to before. Going into qualifying for the Turkish Grand Prix today, Daniel felt optimistic about turning out a good performance. During the first round of qualifying, he admittedly struggled a bit on the slick tires in the cold and damp conditions. But his last flying lap placed him high enough in the standings to move him into the next session. With just a minute left before the checkered flag, he was called into the pit lane early to save battery life. Unfortunately, this is where his day took a turn for the worst. 

Unlike everyone still out there he wasn’t able to reap the benefits of the now considerably warmer asphalt and better traction. Daniel was pushed lower and lower in the standings as other drivers moved up with their new faster lap times. Any of the confidence he had gained these past few weeks was pulled out right from under him when his engineer’s voice came through the radio informing him that he was eliminated. For tomorrow’s race, he would be starting towards the end of the gird in P16. All his frustration and disappointment came to a head right there in the cockpit. He slammed his fist against the halo as he drove through the pit lane. It was a bad call by his engineers, sure. But he was more upset with himself than anyone else. He should have known better. He should have done better. After parking, he jumped out of the car without a word and stormed out of the garage with his helmet still on and visor shut. 

From inside the McLaren garage, his girlfriend Y/n and his performance coach Michael watched it all play out before them. 

“I should go check on him,” y/n turned to Michael. He offered her a weak smile knowing all too well that when Daniel got upset like this he wasn’t easy to be around. 

After giving the door to Daniel’s motorhome a knock she opened it carefully. Taking stock of the room, it was clear he had thrown a fit in there. His belongings on the small side table were strewn across the surface and on the ground. His bright helmet laid haphazardly at the other end of the room. When her gaze finally landed on him she found him sitting on the ground with his back against the wall. His elbows resting on his knees, his face buried in his hands. 

Having heard the door open Daniel groaned in annoyance at the intrusion. Assuming it was Michael or someone from the team, he didn’t bother to look up. “I need a minute.”

Still standing by the doorway, Y/n spoke up. “It’s me.”

Lifting his head up, he looked over at her. His expression was unchanged by her presence much to Y/n’s dismay. She watched as he pinched the bridge of his nose and ran his hand over his face. Two very clear signs that he wasn’t exactly thrilled to see her. In any other circumstance, just seeing her, or getting to hold her in his arms, or even just hearing her voice over the phone after a bad drive was enough to cheer him up some. But today was more than just some bad day. Today felt like a culmination of all his bad days in one.

He let out a heavy sigh before finally responding to her. “Y/n. Now's not a good time.”

“I just wanted to see how you were doing after that session.”

“Well I’m fine, so you can go now,” he said coldly. 

“You don’t seem fine,” Y/n pointed out, taking a seat beside him. “How are you really?”

Daniel replied with silence. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about how he was feeling. What he wanted to do was scream at the top of his lungs, kick and break shit. But throwing a tantrum like that with all the cameras recording and people watching was out of the question. So he mustered what little composure he had left and kept a lid on it.

But Y/n was determined to get him to open up. She knew Daniel had a bad habit of isolating himself and internalizing everything when he got low like this. It wasn’t good for him. He needed to let it out. So, she ignored his obvious signals to leave him alone and continued to push.

“I know P16 wasn’t the finish you were hoping for, but the weekend isn’t over. The race is tomorrow and you never know what could happen. Especially with this weather. I mean-”

“Stop. Just stop,” Daniel interrupted her sternly. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Shooting up onto his feet he turned away trying to restrain himself. But restraint was hard to muster with all his emotions rising to the surface, ready to burst out of him. Feeling suffocated in his race suit he hastily unzipped it, ripping his arms out of the sleeves. With a loud exasperated huff, he ran his hands through his curls trying to calm down. 

Even then, Y/n wasn’t giving up. She kept on pushing, not aware of how close he was to exploding. “Maybe you should talk about it. You don’t have to bottle it all up y’know.”

Getting up on her feet too, she placed a comforting hand at the nape of his neck. He usually loved the feeling of her fingertips easing the tension there. But instead of leaning into her touch, he brushed her hand off him. While her efforts were well-intentioned, they were doing more harm than good right now. Turning back around to face her, Daniel finally snapped having had enough.

“Y/n, I’m not in the fucking mood. I said I don’t wanna talk about it, so drop it. Honestly, you’re driving me up the wall right now so just fuck off for a bit will ya?”

Daniel rarely ever raised his voice like that and especially not at her. Going on the defensive, Y/n brought her voice to that same level.

“Don’t tell me to fuck off.”

Taking a step towards her, getting right in her face Daniel scoffed. “Then don’t be such a stubborn bitch.”

Y/n was left speechless. While she knew he was lashing out, she had feelings too. There was only much she could take of being a verbal punching bag before she started punching back.

“You’re being a real asshole Daniel. Don’t talk to me like that.”

“I don’t even wanna talk to you at all. You barged in here on your own.”

“Because I’m trying to be supportive? Ugh. You know what fuck you, Daniel.”

“Fuck me? Fuck you, Y/n.”

Losing her cool and needing to get him out of her face, she gave him a good shove on the chest. Like a wall, he absorbed her push barely moving a muscle which only served to annoy her even more. She attempted to push him away again but failed as he grabbed onto her wrists before she could. She fought against his grip but she was no match against his strength. All it took was one good pull and she was right up against him with no room to break her hands free. 

The tension between them thickened as they stood practically chest to chest, their faces now just inches apart. From this close, Y/n could see all the frustration behind his eyes. She could feel the heat of his anger radiating off him. The way he towered over her with dark and brooding eyes should’ve scared her off. It should have intimidated her. But instead, it gave her a rush of excitement. In a twisted way, it turned her on.

And that’s when it clicked. If Daniel was going to take his frustrations out on her, there was a much more pleasurable way to do it.

Y/n stopped struggling against him causing Daniel to loosen his grip. Expecting her to back off now, his brows furrowed when she stayed put and pulled her hands from his hold only to place them back onto his chest. Both suspicious and curious, he tensed at her touch but didn’t pull away as her fingers trail over his toned stomach. Her hand stopped to rest right where his race suit hung low on his hips. Finally seeing where she was going with this, Daniel shook his head. 

“Y/n, don’t.”

“Why not? I’d rather you fuck me like you hate me than keep yelling at me like you do.”

He clenched his jaw, trying hard to resist his body’s natural reaction to her touch. He’s fucked her rough before, but never as an outlet for his own frustrations. Never when he was in a headspace like this. 

“Don’t start something you can’t handle,” he warned her, his voice now dangerously low.  

“I can handle it,” she assured him boldly.

Tired of their back and forth, Y/n made the first move sticking her hand down the pants of his suit. Daniel sucked in a sharp breath as her hands ran over his dick. 

Grabbing her by the jaw, he forced her to look up at him as he spoke. “I won’t be able to control myself.”

“Just shut up and fuck me already,” Y/n said palming him harder now.

The small part of him that still had some sense and rationality, went straight out the door. Holding nothing back, Daniel pulled her face to his for a rough kiss. Their tongues tangled in a fight for power. He gained the upper hand when his fingers moved down her jaw to wrap around her neck applying just the right amount of pressure. Daniel smirked against her lips as she moaned into their kiss. Needy for more, he pulled away.

“On your knees,” he ordered. 

His commanding tone left no room for arguments. She did as she was told and got on her knees. Pulling down his suit and underwear she came face to face with his raging hard-on. Not wanting to waste any time, he grabbed a handful of her hair using it to push her face towards his dick. He watched as she wrapped her lips around him, his dick disappearing into her wet, warm mouth. Her pussy throbbed at the sound of his moans, a pool of her own arousal forming between her legs. 

She held onto his tattooed thigh for support with one hand, the other still holding the base of his dick as she sucked him off. She took in as much of him as she could before moving back up to his tip, hollowing out her cheeks till she released him out of her mouth with a pop. She kept this up at a slow and steady pace. It all felt incredible, but slow and steady wasn’t exactly the mood he was in. Tightening his grip on her hair, he urged her to move faster and suck harder. But Y/n kept her same pace, purposefully riling him up.

Taking control of things, Daniel brought his hands to hold her head steady as he fucked her face at the speed he wanted. Meanwhile, both of Y/n’s hands now held onto either of his thighs bracing herself. Y/n gagged, tears now brimming her eyes as his dick started hitting the back of her throat.

“This what you want, huh? You want me to fuck your face like a whore?” Daniel asked through gritted teeth.

Y/n could only moan around him in response. There was nothing she could do but take his thrusts as best she could. Her eyes were shut tight now, tears streaming down her cheeks as Daniel’s thrusts became erratic. He was close. Mentally preparing herself to swallow his load, it still took her by surprise when he came. Her eyes shot open at the feeling of his hot seed spilling in her mouth. He pumped into her mouth a couple more times making sure she got every last bit of his load before pulling out. Some of what she couldn’t swallow seeped through her lips and dribbled down her chin.

Still on her knees, she looked up at him as she wiped off the excess cum on her face. Gathering it all on her middle finger, she sucked it clean savoring the taste of him. He had just cum no more than a couple of minutes ago and she was already getting him hard again. 

“Get on the bed,” Daniel said, kicking off his race suit and pulling off his undershirt. 

Y/n hurriedly stripped off her clothes as well before plopping onto his bed. Her lacey lilac lingerie popped against the plain white covers. She laid back, propped up on her elbows. Her legs shamelessly spread open, the wet patch on her panties fully visible. Daniel ran his eyes over her, taking in the sinful sight before him. Groaning to himself, he wanted nothing more than to just fuck her senseless. Although he was ready, his dick needed a second to recoup after his orgasm.

Standing at the end of the bed, Daniel grabbed her hips pulling her closer to him till her legs fell on either side of his hips. Hooking his fingers on the thin strap of her panties, he ripped them off her.

“Daniel!” Y/n gasped. If she weren’t so desperate for his touch, she would’ve given him an earful. He just tore apart one of her favorite pairs of underwear. Not to mention the only pair of underwear she had right now. 

He couldn’t care less though. The only thoughts running through his mind were all the ways he was gonna ruin the sweet, glistening pussy in front of him. 

“Look at you,” he muttered. “So wet already, I haven’t even touched you yet.”

His fingers started circling around her pussy, spreading around her wetness before sticking a finger inside her. He chuckled darkly as her pussy welcomed his touch, his fingers slipping in and out with ease.

“Eager little whore aren’t you.”

Knowing her body like the back of his hand, he had no trouble finding her sweet spot. He rested his thumb right on her clit as he added another finger inside her. Y/n threw her head back as that familiar, pressure in her core increased with each pump of his fingers.

Her legs squeezed around his hips. With his free hand, Daniel grabbed the back of one of her thighs and pushed it forward against her stomach, forcing her legs open.

“Oh my god,” Y/n moaned as this new position allowed him to move his hand and fingers even faster. 

His fingers kept up their relentless pace, pushing her closer and closer to the edge until she toppled over. With a deep moan, she came all around his fingers, coating them in her juices. The sounds of her squelching pussy mixed with her chorus of moans went straight to his dick that was now rock hard and ready for another round.

Y/n fell onto her back hoping to take a second to recover but she never got the chance as Daniel flipped her onto her stomach. After giving her ass a rough smack, he pulled her hips up to line up with his before pushing the tip of his dick into her dripping wet opening.

Everything happened so fast. One moment she was laying on her back catching her breath and the next she was getting fucked from behind, ass up, face down, back arched. He filled her up and stretched her out as he plunged his entire length into her again and again. Y/n gripped the sheets trying to ground herself as the aftershocks of her orgasm still coursed through her leaving her incredibly sensitive.

“Fuck, Dan. Please, I can’t-ugh,” Y/n begged.

Whether she was begging him to stop or if she was begging him for more Y/n herself wasn’t quite sure. The over-stimulation was simultaneously pleasurable and unbearable. She tried squirming away but Daniel’s hands had a bruising hold on her hips keeping her in place.

“You said you can take it, so fucking take it,” Daniel grunted, lifting one leg onto the bed for better leverage.

The new angle allowed him to plow even deeper into her. His hips slapping against her ass with a resounding smack after every sharp thrust. Y/n sobbed against the sheets as her second orgasm reached its peak. Overwhelmed by all the sensations her body went limp. The only thing keeping her from collapsing onto the bed completely was Daniel’s hold on her hips keeping her up. 

Daniel’s thrusts turned sloppy, falling out of rhythm as he neared his second orgasm as well. With her walls clenching around him, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He gave her one last thrust burying himself deep inside her before letting go. A guttural, cathartic moan escaped his lips as his eyes rolled back. He twitched inside her, spurted every bit of his cum along her walls.

Setting his leg back down, he fell on top of her. He nuzzled his face in her neck and peppered sweet kisses along her skin before he pulled out. A bit of his cum leaking out of her hole and onto the bed as he did so. The waves of pleasure he felt washed away all the animosity and anger he was feeling earlier. Feeling much more relaxed, he fell on his back with a satisfied sigh. Y/n laid on her side to face him now. He was the picture of bliss. Curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, lips parted and eyes shut basking in his high.

“You were right, that was a lot better than yelling at each other,” Daniel admitted.

Y/n chuckled scooting closer to him, laying her head on his chest and draping her arm over his torso. They laid there wrapped in each other’s arms, enjoying a rare moment of peace and quiet when a sudden ringing interrupted them.

Daniel opened his eyes, recognizing it as his phone. He got off the bed and searched for his phone among the clutter of his own mess and the clothes they aimlessly discarded

“Hey,” Daniel answered his phone. “Yeah. No, yeah I’ll be down in a bit. Yeah. Alright, see ya.”

Y/n sat up, watching as he grabbed a pair of clothes from his closet, rushing to get dressed. 

“I’ve got to head down to the briefing,” Daniel told her, jumping into a pair of black denim jeans before slipping on his white McLaren polo.

He walked back to the bed, cupping her face lovingly before kissing her lips softly. “I’ll see you in a couple hours.”

Y/n nodded, looking up at him with a smile. There he is, she thought. There was the warm, affectionate, Daniel she knew and loved.

[hearteyesforsixx]

Jealousy. 🥥

Pairings: Duff Mckagan x Reader

Summary: you were pissed off at Duff for paying no attention to you all day, luckily your best friend, slash helped you get his attention.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, P in V, Choking, Jealous Sex, Unprotected sex ( wrap it up ) , probably more

You sat on a grey couch, a cigarette hanging from your mouth as you glared at Duff, he was talking to some guys that you didn’t even know. You let out a deep sigh and suddenly a voice spooked you out of your thoughts.

“You bored?” Slash said, falling down on the couch next to you, a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand.

You looked over at him. “Kinda.” You mumbled.

“Is something up with you and Duff?” He glanced at Duff then back at you.

“No, it’s just that ever since we came to this party he’s been completely ignoring me and he’s really starting to piss me off.” You said, trying to hold yourself back from yelling.

His hand stroked your arm gently. “Well, what if I told you I know a way to make him notice you?” He smirked mischievously.

“What’s your idea, hm?” You smirked lightly.

He wrapped his arm are your waist, pulling you close. “Pretend like your laughing at something that I said and just be really touchy.” He’d whisper in your ear and you’d oblige.

You’d let out a fake laugh, running your hand up and down his torso making Duff turn around.

You heard his footsteps approaching and you turned to see Duff standing there, his eyes were laced with pure jealous and anger.

“Hey Duff.” Slash spoke but Duff just grabbed your arm, dragging you off the couch away from Slash.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” You’d ask with a soft pout as he dragged you into the bathroom.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘what’s wrong’?! You know what the fuck is wrong!” He pinned you up against the bathroom wall as he used one hand to lock the door, his eyes still staring deeply into yours.

You continued to act oblivious. “Honey, I really have no idea what your talking about.” You spoke in a soft tone as you looked up at him.

His hand shot up to your neck, gripping it tightly.“What the fuck were you doing with Slash then?! Being all touchy and shit?!”

“I was just pissed that you weren’t giving me attention, so Slash gave me the attention that I wanted, unlike you.” You said in a upset tone. You knew exactly what to say to make him angry.

His hand squeezed your throat tighter. “Your such a dumb little whore.” He growled. “Let’s see if your still thinking about Slash after I fuck you dumb.” He pulled your clothes off of you, leaving you completely naked, the cold air hitting you made you shiver.

He’d pull down his tight leather pants with one hand only pulling them down enough to where his cock would pop out from his pants.

Before you could prep yourself he’d thrust himself into you, sliding inside you easily. You’d groan slightly at the sudden pain that quickly turned into pleasure.

“Fuck.. Duff!” Your hand went up to tug at his hair as his hands pulled up your thigh to wrap around his waist.

He’d slow down his thrusts. “Do you think slash could fuck you like this, huh?” He’d mumble in your ear.

“N-No, only you!” You’d moan out softly.

He’d smirk and would continue thrusting ruthlessly into you. “You feel so good wrapped around me, sweetie.” He’d Mutter to you.

Your walls clenched around his cock as your hands tugged at his hair tighter, you bit you bottom lip hard, making your lip almost bleed.

“Duff, I’m so close..” You moaned out.

He’d instantly pull out of you making you release a whimper. “Why?” You’d ask breathlessly.

“Maybe you shouldn’t try to make me jealous, sweetie.” He’d pull up his pants and would walk away, leaving you in the bathroom, completely naked and out of breath.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this, it’s kinda short but I didn’t really have much motivation for it but I’ll make more soon!! Make sure to leave requests for me also!

[rere-the-writer]

Can I request a fic where Elijah Mikaelson is in love with a human!Reader who isn't his usual type of woman. Reader is always getting in trouble and Elijah is trying to save

I love Elijah trying to save the women he love fics. Simping time baby.

Warnings: Fluff, A bit of angst, Elijah being a bit possessive, Hayley being a bitch, A bit of smut

You had been on your own since you were sixteen and taking care of yourself that was until you met Elijah Mikaelson one night at Rousseau's when he scared off one of your clients that followed you to the bar after you got off work. You shared a few drinks with Elijah sharing that fact you were a stripper and for once you weren't judged for it.

Since that night Elijah was became apart of your everyday life always looking out for you. At first it was sweet and you found him to be a gentleman but now you were annoyed.

"Long night?" Camille asked pouring you a glass of your favorite whiskey as you groaned.

"It would be if I could work Cami." You said downing your whiskey and Camille poured you another glass. Elijah had started to show up at your work paying for your whole shift which was a lot of money. Normally you wouldn't have a problem with it as many businessmen would pay for a stripper's whole shift but the other girls were starting to get jealous and your normal clients were scared off by Elijah.

"Elijah being a hand full?"

"Yes! I get at first he was being a gentleman but now he is getting on my nerves." You growled as you felt a hand on your back and you looked seeing it was Elijah.

"Thanks Cams but I am calling it a night." You said huffing annoyed paying for your drinks walking out and Elijah followed after you.

"Well you fu...." You were cut off by a every brave vampire had grabbed you and was about to bite you. Elijah was quick to kill the vampire then caught you when you tripped over yourself.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." You tell Elijah pushing him away making him smirk. Elijah knew you were annoyed with him and angry with him following you everywhere. But Elijah couldn't help himself for being drawn to you.

"Why do you deny that you are mine?"

"What?! I don't belong to no one!" You growled glaring at Elijah as he couldn't help but find you just gorgeous with the fiery anger in your eyes.

"But you are. When you let me feed from you." Elijah tells you as you glared harder remembering that night you found him hurt nearly bleeding out by your apartment building. You brought him into your apartment cleaning him up and letting him drink from you unaware that you became his.

"You can't hold that against me!" You yell at Elijah then a squeak came from you when Elijah was suddenly in front of you. Elijah put an arm around you gripping your chin kissing you pulling a mewl from you letting him deepen the kiss.

"I am not holding it against you. It is true, you belong to me and if it was up to me you wouldn't have to work again."

You were flushed heart racing as you looked at Elijah shivering as he cupped your cheek rubbing it with his thumb. You knew Elijah well enough now to know he wasn't a man to let go of something. So you swallowed deciding to give into Elijah completely, you gently tugged him down brushing your lips lightly against his.

"Then take what is yours." You whispered looking up at Elijah seeing a dark glit in his eyes. Suddenly you were pressed up against a bedroom wall as Elijah kissed you roughly. Moans and growls filled the room as you both tore at one another's clothing.

You choked out a moan arching when Elijah had set a rough brutal pace once one the bed. Elijah wasn't going easy on you as if you had broke whatever self control he had.

"Elijah.." You panted out cupping his face kissing him hungrily feeling him grabbing your legs moving higher placing one leg over his shoulder the other in the crook of his arm. Elijah leaned back looking down at you seeing your hair damp by sweat face flushed gripping his sheets tightly.

"You take me so well. Is my baby going to cum again?" Elijah asked watching you throw your head back mouth hanging open shaking when he began to rub your clit.

"I.....I..I can't." You tell him turning your head burying your face in the sheets as Elijah smirked leaning down not letting up one bit.

"Come on baby. Just one more." Elijah says latching onto your neck as you shook and whined under him. You felt the air leave you arching off the bed clinging to Elijah biting down hard on his shoulder as you cummed hard with Elijah growling lowly following after.

You fell back against the bed feeling weak as you panted Elijah smiled brushing the hair from your face as the bite mark you left was healing. Elijah gently kissed you then peppered you neck with kisses.

"If....I knew...this was what...I get for giving in....I would have done it months ago." You panted as Elijah chuckled getting up and gently began to clean you up.

"Any lesser man wouldn't have cared as much as I did." Elijah said pulling you into his arms smiling as you kissed his chest.

"Next time....I'll show you my talented mouth." You tell him trying to leave marks on his neck. Elijah laughed pulling you closer kissing you gently.

"I look forward to it baby." Elijah said rubbing your bare back kissing the crown of your head. You woke before Elijah and carefully got out of bed stealing one of his botton ups then grabbed your panties glad he didn't torn them.

"You must be the stripper." You heard someone say as you had gone down to get a snack and water. You looked up seeing it was Hayley, you knew who she was as Elijah told you about her when you indulge him with a private dance.

"I'm......"

"Look I don't care. We both know what you are. A gold digger. Let me guess you let Elijah pay for a few dances, then manipulated Elijah into bed to use him."

You swallowed hiding the pain of what Hayley said and normally you could take it as you were use to wives coming to yell at you. But this hit harder for some reason and you didn't know why. You looked at Hayley.

"No...that's not...what I'm."

"Really? Elijah had spent a lot of money on you and now you are sleeping with him. I think we both know that is a lie. Elijah needs someone better that isn't some lonely stripper." Hayley said as you stood up leaving the kitchen as Hayley stood there arms crossed.

You were on autopilot putting your pants on grabbing your shirt not changing out Elijah's and grabbed your purse looking at a sleeping Elijah. You decided to not leave a note and left the compound not seeing that Hayley was watching.

"Are you sure?" Your boss asked frowning handing your last check to you. You had told your boss that you were quitting and thank her for taking such good care of you.

"Y...y...yeah I just...need something new." You said normally a strong woman but Elijah had soften you. As you used to now being taken care of, able to feel safe for once but what Hayley said hit too close.

"Okay suga but know you are always welcome back. You're family." Your ex boss said hugging you and you hugged back. You said goodbye to the bartender, Andy, and bouncer Daniel both were like big brothers you never had. Once you got your boxes in your car you left New Orleans.

It hurt to leave but you knew you could run into Elijah a little too easy and you knew you'll crawl back to the vampire. You drove until you reached New York finding a tiny apartment and settled down there.

"Where could she have gone?" Elijah growled as Freya was doing a locater spell which was being proven difficult. It only took Elijah an hour to noticed you had left not only his side but the city.

"What is going on?" Hayley asked seeing an angry Elijah and smirking Klaus as Freya was trying to locate something.

"Elijah's little dancer had ran away."

"Oh? I didn't know you were dating." Hayley said thinking she kinda knew who Klaus was about but she wasn't too sure.

"Little wolf they weren't dating. More like the girl belongs to Elijah. But for some reason she left." Klaus said smirking devilishly making Hayley nervous thinking Klaus may know something.

"Belonging to him?"

"I saved her from a client that was too pushy. We talked shared a drink then a month later I was wounded bleeding out in front of her building. She cleaned me up and allowed me to feed from her."

"Since then she is the only one he feeds from unless it is a blood bag." Klaus said surprising Hayley as she looked at Elijah.

"Is that a normal vampire thing?"

"Yes and last night I finally got her to fully give herself to me. But someone has sow seeds of lies in her so once I bring her home. I will find who drove her from me."

Elijah's tone was dark and Klaus stood seeing the red door opening. While Klaus knew what you meant to Elijah, he didn't think you were red door opening worthy.

"I am sure whoever's responsible brother, didn't know how much Y/N meant to you." Klaus said slowly as Hayley looked at Klaus shocked. Now Klaus over heard that morning now he was planning to tease Hayley but now knowing Elijah's red door was opening. It was different.

"Do you know something Niklaus?" Elijah asked calmly too calm as Klaus knew he could take Elijah, Klaus knew Hayley wouldn't have a chance. And before Klaus could say a word he was glad Freya interrupted.

"She is in New York." Once those words left Freya, Elijah was gone. Klaus looked to Hayley.

"Pray Elijah, gets her back Hayley as there is so much I can do to calm Elijah." Klaus said as Hayley let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

You had just gotten off work feeling sore as the new place you danced at was more demanding but the tips were bigger. You locked your apartment door dropping your bag and keys on the hall table and kicking off heels.

"I would have gotten you a bigger place." You nearly screamed when you saw Elijah sitting in your chair.

"Elijah wh...." You were cut off by Elijah giving you a heated kiss lifting you up by your thighs. You couldn't help but moan into the kiss as Elijah growled deeply taking you over to the chair he was sitting in.

"Now baby. Why did you leave and don't lie." Elijah said pulling you closer as you swallowed seeing the dark glit in his eye the same one he had before fucking you silly.

"I ran into Hayley and well......" You trailed off insecurities you had long forgotten came flooding back as you realized the reason it hurt was because you were in love with Elijah.

"Baby, what happened?" Elijah asked gently wiping the tears at fell from your eyes. You took a shakey breath looking at Elijah seeing his eyes soften.

"Hayley called me a gold digger, telling me that I used you and told me you need.......someone that wasn't a lonely stripper."

Elijah felt a flare of anger for what Hayley had done but focused on you placing soft kisses on your skin reaching up behind you unzipping your dress.

"If anyone needs better baby. It is you, remember I chased you. You could never use me as you are too good for that." Elijah says undressing you slowly until you were in only lingerie.

"But...." You were silenced by a kiss as Elijah held the back of your head gently tugging on your hair. You moaned softly rolling your hips but Elijah stopped you with his other hand.

"I need to punish you for leaving and coming to me about this problem."

"Before you can I just say I love you Elijah." You tell him flushing as arousal flooded your veins seeing the dark look Elijah gave you.

"I love you too baby." Elijah says softly picking you up as he stood up taking you to your bedroom. Indeed Elijah's punishment was one you wouldn't forget as he took you to a place that you didn't know could be reached.

You panted laying on Elijah as he traced random patterns on your bare back as you both whispered I love yous. You both knew you weren't going to let the other go any time soon.