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confirmeddead · 4 months ago
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Armand really picked the worst guy to turn into a vampire and run away from.
He’s an investigative journalist and you’re a chronically online iPad kid. The moment you log in to play Minecraft, Daniel has his Gen Z assistant notifying him.
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lewisvinga · 3 months ago
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a misunderstanding | daniel ricciardo x fem! reader x heidi berger
summary; in which a huge misunderstanding when y/n was on the paddock leads to a hate train on social media
fc; various girls on pinterest
warnings; hate comments, cursing
all works taglist; @goldenmclaren @namgification @c-losur3 @minkyungseokie @lavisenri @ollieshifts
note; requested !
masterlist !
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liked by heidiberger_, danielricciardo, and others !
yourusername: my bad guys, i’ll make sure to keep spare batteries in my bag
tagged; heidiberger_, danielricciardo
heidiberger_: i’ll carry them for u my sweet girl
yourusername: awh shucks ☺️
danielricciardo: i say go full on comando and leave your hearing aids at home
yourusername: and ignore you yapping?
danielricciardo: that’s what sign language is for, to keep yapping, duh🤓🤓
heidiberger_: like not wearing your hearing aids ever stopped danny from yapping
yourusername: ur so right babe
username: LMAOSLSKS UNBOTHERED😭
username: she dgaf i love her
username: as someone who is also hoh, it means sm that you are too❤️
yourusername: 🥹🥹
username: CLOCKED Y’ALLLL
username: knew my it girl wasn’t rude 💯💯
username: ok but her, heidi, and daniel are the CUTEST EVER😣😣
maxverstappen1: y/n may be hoh but that doesn’t stop her from listening to me😁
yourusername: unfortunately no one can stop maxplaining😕😕
alexandrasaintmleux: we’ll all carry spare batteries for u so ppl don’t think ur rude when ur the sweetest ever 😁❤️❤️
lilymunihe: #buyingthemrn
iamrebeccad: we got youuuu🥰🥰
heidiberger_:🥹❤️
yourusername: my girlssss🫂🫂
username: period💅
username: yall couldn’t have fooled me when there were COUNTLESS of stories of y/n being so nice 😭
username: EXACTLYY, at least we now all know it was a big misunderstanding 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️
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neferaskingdom · 1 month ago
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♡ I'M THE BIGGEST HATER | MV1
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader [Face Claim: None]
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Summary: Max Verstappen and Y/N hate each other's guts. or do they? enemies since the day Max defeated Y/N at their very first Karting race when will these two just stop bickering and (in the wise words of Danny Ric) just kiss already?!?!
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A/N: been reading so many of these that I decided to try writing one myself. first time writing a smau so feel free to leave suggestions on how to improve. also comment to join the taglist as this is going to be a multi part series.
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Part 1 of my wheel-to-wheel but still in denial series: Masterlist
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y/n_leclerc posted a photo:
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📸: Young Y/N glaring at a smug Max after losing a childhood karting race. Y/N is sulking, and Max is holding the trophy like it’s an Olympic gold medal.
Caption: A perfect example of when I learned the universe is unfair. #tbt to the time maxverstappen1 ruined my life by winning our first kart race. Peak trauma. 👎
Liked by pierregasly, danielricciardo, lando.jpg, and 200,298 others.
Comments:
maxverstappen1:
You’re still mad about one race? Get over it. 🙄
↪ y/n_leclerc:
It’s not just one race. It’s the principle. I was 9, and you were an evil little gremlin.You’re lucky my parents raised me to be nice, or I would’ve shoved you off that podium.
↪ charles_leclerc:
She has a point. You were insufferable, Max.
danielricciardo:
Max still brags about that karting win to this day. 😂
↪ maxverstappen1:
danielricciardo I absolutely do. Winner’s mentality, baby. 🏆
↪ y/n_leclerc:
maxverstappen1 “Winner’s mentality”? You mean “cheater’s mentality”? I see you, Verstappen.
user1:
"Peak trauma" 😂😂 Please, Y/N, it’s been like 15 years. MOVE ON.
carmenmmundt:
Y/N was already giving "future champion energy" even back then.
↪ y/n_leclerc:
carmenmmundt AND she's got excellent taste in fashion, unlike Agent George. See you later for coffee, babe? 💋
↪ georgerussell63:
y/n_leclerc EXCUSE ME. Flirting with my girlfriend now, Y/N? 😂
↪ carmenmmundt:
georgerussell63 Sorry, George, Y/N’s just irresistible. 😘
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maxverstappen1 posted a photo:
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📸: Max on the podium after a win, champagne spraying everywhere.
Caption: Another win, another day Y/N gets to hate me. Can’t say I’m sorry. #winning #dontcry
Liked by landonorris, carlossainz55, alex_albon, and 360,210 others.
Comments:
y/n_leclerc:
Bold of you to assume I’d cry. I save my tears for important things, like Ferrari strategy meetings. 💔
↪ charles_leclerc:
y/n_leclerc Yeah, same.
lando.jpg:
MAX, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS? 😂
danielricciardo:
Max trying to make enemies of everyone in the paddock one post at a time. Bold strategy.
pierregasly:
maxverstappen1 If you make her cry, I’m on her side. Just saying. 😎
↪ y/n_leclerc:
pierregasly You’re my favorite Gasly. Let’s get coffee and laugh at Max together.
↪ maxverstappen1:
pierregasly TRAITOR. 😡
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y/n_leclerc posted a meme:
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📸: A meme of someone dramatically rolling their eyes with the text “Every time Max Verstappen opens his mouth to talk”
Caption: Literally me every time this bitch opens his mouth. Like stfu?? 🙄
Comments:
maxverstappen1:
Just admit it—you think about me all the time.
↪ y/n_leclerc:
I think about you the way I think about stubbing my toe—briefly, painfully, and with regret. 😘
↪ charles_leclerc:
Get a room, you two.
↪ pierregasly:
charles_leclerc They’re already halfway there, bro.
lando.jpg:
Guys, this is giving “enemies to lovers” and I’m so here for it.
danielricciardo:
This is the slowest of slow burns. It’s like watching paint dry but funnier.
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danielricciardo posted a meme:
📸: A meme of two dogs barking at each other from across the street, then stopping to awkwardly sniff each other when they meet face-to-face.
Caption: Max and Y/N’s entire relationship summed up in one image.
Liked by y/n_leclerc, landonorris, georgerussell63, and 500,193 others.
Comments:
maxverstappen1:
That’s so not what’s happening here. I don’t sniff anything. 😤
↪ y/n_leclerc:
Max definitely barks more than he bites. 😂
↪ danielricciardo:
maxverstappen1 You bark loud, but Y/N’s the one doing the damage.
georgerussell63:
How long before you two just admit you’re into each other?
↪ y/n_leclerc:
georgerussell63 Into? I’m just into destroying him on the track. Anything else is wishful thinking, George. 😏
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y/n_leclerc posted a Video:
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🎥: Slow-motion video of Y/N overtaking Max in a karting rematch, with her laughing as she passes him.
Caption: I haven’t lost my touch, maxverstappen1 😎
Comments:
user1:
SHE JUST DUSTED MAX IN KARTING. THE RIVALRY CONTINUES. 😂😂
user2:
Max was so cocky, and now Y/N is out here reminding him she’s a Leclerc. 😏
maxverstappen1:
I let her win. Just being a gentleman. 😌
↪ y/n_leclerc:
maxverstappen1 I beat you so bad I thought you were parked. 😆
↪ user3:
THE SHADEEE OMG
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y/n_leclerc posted a video:
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🎥: A video of a car zooming past another car with the caption "Me speeding past Max Verstappen’s ego every time I beat him."
Caption: Nothing feels better. maxverstappen1, cry about it. 😘
Comments:
maxverstappen1:
I’m living rent-free in your head. Just admit it😏.
↪ y/n_leclerc:
Rent-free? Bro, you’re squatting in the garbage disposal of my brain. The plumbing is bad, and no one’s happy. 😤.
↪ charles_leclerc:
I’m going to need therapy just from reading this. Can we not?
lando.jpg:
charles_leclerc Your sister has the energy of someone who stays up late making Max Verstappen hate memes.
danielricciardo:
I’d watch a whole Netflix series of this beef.
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danielricciardo tweeted:
Prediction: Y/N and Max will either end up dating or killing each other. Either way, I'm selling tickets.
Comments:
user5:
I’d pay for that front-row seat. 🤣
georgerussell63:
Why not both? Dating and fighting. Iconic and toxic just like these two bitches.
y/n_leclerc:
danielricciardo keep your fanfiction to yourself Daniel 🤢
lando.jpg:
danielricciardo I’ll start selling merch. #maxy/n
↪ maxverstappen1:
I'll sue you to oblivion muppet
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y/n_leclerc posted a photo:
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📸: Y/N having drinks with Carmen, Lily and Kika
Caption: wining and dining these beauties while their boyfriends lose at Mario Kart. Boys, you could learn a lot from me. 😘 carmenmmundt, lilymhe, francisca.cgomes
Liked by landonorris, alex_albon, pierregasly, and 280,284 others.
Comments:
georgerussell63:
Carmen’s too good for you, Y/N. Stop trying. 😤
pierregasly
stay away from Kika wench 🤺🤺🤺
alex_albon:
lilymhe Don’t get any ideas. 😬
↪ lilymhe:
Sorry, Alex, Y/N just brings out the best in me. 😏
y/n_leclerc:
georgerussell63, alex_albon, pierregasly Relax, boys. I’m not stealing your girls. Yet. 💅
user1:
The fact that George and Alex are actually worried about this is the funniest thing. 😂
maxverstappen1:
georgerussell63, alex_albon, pierregasly I’ve been telling you guys for years—Y/N causes chaos. Don’t let her near the WAGs!
↪ y/n_leclerc:
maxverstappen1 You're just mad because I can charm people and all you have is your fast car. 😘
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alexandrasaintmleux posted a picture:
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Caption: Had a lovely coffee date with y/n_leclerc today. Sorry, Charles, you’ve been replaced by the better Leclerc. 💋
Comments:
charles_leclerc:
I leave you alone for one hour, and this happens, where's your loyalty babe?🤦‍♂️
↪ y/n_leclerc:
charles_leclerc Charles, it’s not you, it’s me. I’m just irresistible.
↪ charles_leclerc:
I’m being out-flirted by my own sister. Unbelievable.
oscarpiastri:
charles_leclerc Now I’m nervous to leave Lily around Y/N too… 😬
↪ lilyzneimer:
oscarpiastri Honestly? Can’t blame her. 😘
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danielricciardo posted a meme:
📸: Meme of two people bickering with the text "Max and Y/N" but underneath it says "Us: Just kiss already."
Comments:
georgerussell63:
Finally someone said it. 😂
user5:
This slow-burn rivals-to-lovers storyline is too good. Can Netflix turn this into a reality show?
y/n_leclerc:
I'd rather stab myself in the foot
↪ maxverstappen1:
I'd rather jump into a pit of lava
↪ charles_leclerc:
I’ve never seen two people who hate each other this much. It’s exhausting.
↪ landonorris:
What if this isn’t hate, though? What if this is like, love in disguise?
↪ danielricciardo:
I’m just waiting for the day Y/N proposes to Max through a meme.
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jaypentaghast · 2 months ago
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imagine it is confirmed that past devil's minion happened, we don't necessarily see flashbacks just yet but we know it happened. Imagine that and then rewatching their scenes with that bit of added context
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eroctickboys · 8 months ago
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I hope they are the one ruining me and not my fucking thesis.
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logansargeantsbabymom · 3 months ago
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Las Vegas SMAUs
Grid x Fem!Reader
A/N: I totally lied to you guys. I thought about this idea since I'm vacationing here in Vegas and I HAD to do this and post it! I also haven't posted a SMAU in a while so enjoy!
Follow my instagram account (THATS STRICTLY FOR THIS BLOG) for updates on when i post and fun stuff like that!
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Logan Sargeant:
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The club was a whirlwind of flashing lights and thumping bass. Logan Sargeant and I were relishing our rare night out, the high energy of the club contrasting sharply with the intensity of race weekends. We were at a VIP table, enjoying the night when I noticed a drunken man stumbling our way. He was clearly inebriated, his movements erratic as he navigated the crowd.
He stumbled up to our table, his eyes squinting as he focused on Logan. “Hey, bro,” he slurred loudly, drawing attention from nearby tables. “What’s with the arm candy? She’s probably just here for the perks. You know, the money and stuff.”
I tried to ignore the comment, hoping it was just drunken nonsense that would pass. Logan’s face, however, flushed with visible irritation. “Hey, man, can you keep it down?” he asked, attempting to defuse the situation with a calm but firm tone.
But the man was relentless. “Seriously,” he continued, leaning in and jabbing a finger in Logan’s direction. “She’s a trophy girlfriend. You’re the fool for thinking she actually cares about you.”
Logan’s patience snapped. He stood up abruptly, his face a mask of controlled rage. “That’s enough!” he shouted, his voice cutting through the music. “You don’t get to talk about her like that!”
The man responded with a drunken shove, which sent Logan stumbling back into the table. Logan’s anger boiled over, and he lunged forward, shoving the man back. The situation deteriorated rapidly. The drunkard, enraged, retaliated, and within moments, they were on the floor, trading blows. The club’s atmosphere shifted from lively to chaotic, with patrons crowding around and whipping out their phones to capture the scene.
The club’s security team, alerted by the uproar, rushed over. The bouncers struggled to separate the two men amidst the spilled drinks and scattered debris. I followed the commotion to a small, dimly lit back room where Logan was being held. His face was a mixture of frustration and remorse as he paced back and forth.
“I just couldn’t stand by and let him talk about you like that,” Logan said, his voice trembling with regret.
I handed over the bail money to the officer, my hands shaking slightly. “I know you were trying to defend me, but we need to be more cautious. Let’s get out of here and go somewhere more low-key.”
The officer uncuffed Logan, and we quickly exited the back room, avoiding the remaining crowd as we left the club and sought a quieter place to regroup.
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Lando Norris:
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The casino was abuzz with activity, the clinking of chips and murmurs of excitement filling the air. Lando Norris and I were at one of the high-stakes poker tables, deeply engrossed in the game when a rowdy guest at a nearby table began making disparaging remarks.
The man’s voice cut through the noise of the casino, slurred and obnoxious. “Hey, look at her,” he called out, his gaze locked on me. “She’s probably just here to use you. All this is just a front.”
I felt a rush of discomfort but tried to ignore him, hoping he would tire of his behavior. But he continued, his comments growing increasingly personal. “Seriously,” he said, his voice growing louder. “She’s a gold-digger. You’re just a fool if you think she’s with you for any other reason.”
Lando’s face turned a deep shade of red. His jaw clenched as he tried to control his anger. “Can you keep your mouth shut?” he snapped, but the man’s taunts only escalated. “You’re pathetic, mate,” he continued. “She’s just using you for the money.”
Unable to hold back any longer, Lando stood up abruptly. “That’s enough!” he shouted, his voice cutting through the casino’s cacophony. He shoved the man, who staggered backward before lunging at Lando. The two men clashed in the middle of the casino floor, exchanging punches and grappling fiercely.
The crowd around us quickly swelled, with many pulling out their phones to record the spectacle. Chips flew, and the poker game was abruptly abandoned as patrons turned their attention to the unfolding drama. Security arrived promptly, but it took several minutes for them to separate Lando and the man, who were both covered in scratches and bruises.
I rushed to the security office, my heart pounding as I handed over the bail money. “I’m here to bail out Lando Norris,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
Lando, visibly shaken and with a mixture of frustration and regret on his face, looked at me. “I didn’t mean for it to get this far,” he said, rubbing his sore knuckles.
The officer uncuffed him, and I led Lando out of the casino, away from the curious onlookers and the chaos, in hopes of finding a quieter place to calm down and enjoy the rest of our evening.
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Charles Leclerc:
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The hotel lobby was a haven of luxury and calm, a stark contrast to the scene that was about to unfold. Charles Leclerc and I were relaxing in the plush seating area, enjoying a moment of peace after a hectic day. The tranquility was shattered when a drunk guest began making loud, derogatory comments.
“Hey, look at her,” the guest said loudly, his voice carrying across the lobby. “She’s probably just here for the perks. What a joke.”
Charles’s face tightened with irritation. I could see the anger building in his eyes. I tried to stay calm, hoping the man would back off. But the guest continued, growing bolder with each comment. “Seriously, man,” he said, leaning closer, “she’s just here for your money. You’re fooling yourself if you think she’s actually interested in you.”
Charles’s patience wore thin. “You need to stop!” he shouted, standing up with a mixture of anger and determination. “You don’t get to talk about her like that!”
The confrontation escalated quickly. The guest shoved Charles, and Charles responded by shoving him back. The lobby, once a serene escape, was now filled with chaos as the two men clashed. Guests looked on in shock, some pulling out their phones to capture the altercation.
Security arrived promptly, intervening to separate Charles and the guest. The atmosphere was electric with excitement as the crowd buzzed with whispers and recordings. I followed them to the security office, my heart racing as I handed over the bail money.
“I’m here to bail out Charles Leclerc,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
Charles looked at me with a mixture of frustration and regret. “I didn’t want things to get this bad,” he said, his voice filled with regret.
The officer uncuffed Charles, and I guided him out of the office. “Let’s go back to our room and try to put this behind us,” I suggested, hoping to salvage what was left of the evening.
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Carlos Sainz:
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The high roller suite was the epitome of luxury and relaxation, but that changed abruptly when a drunken guest began making derogatory remarks. Carlos Sainz and I were enjoying the opulent surroundings when the guest’s behavior grew increasingly obnoxious.
“Hey, look at her,” the guest slurred, his voice cutting through the suite’s refined atmosphere. “She’s probably just here for the money. What a joke.”
Carlos’s expression went from relaxed to visibly angry. “Can you keep it down?” he asked, trying to avoid a confrontation. But the guest’s comments grew more personal. “Seriously, mate,” he continued, “she’s just a trophy for you. You’re a fool for thinking otherwise.”
Carlos’s patience snapped. “That’s enough!” he shouted, confronting the guest. “You don’t get to talk about her like that!”
The situation quickly escalated. The guest shoved Carlos, who pushed back, and within moments, they were grappling on the floor of the luxurious suite. The suite, once a haven of elegance, was now a battleground. Security arrived, struggling to separate the two as the crowd of high-rollers looked on, many recording the scene with their phones.
I followed them to the security office, my heart pounding as I handed over the bail money. “I’m here to bail out Carlos Sainz,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
Carlos looked at me with a mix of frustration and regret. “I didn’t want things to get this far,” he said.
The officer uncuffed Carlos, and I guided him out of the office. “Let’s get out of here and try to enjoy the rest of our night,” I suggested, hoping to salvage what was left of our evening.
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Daniel Ricciardo:
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The Strip was alive with its characteristic energy and noise, but that vibrancy took a turn for the worse when a drunken tourist began making crude comments about me. Daniel Ricciardo and I were strolling along the famous street, taking in the sights and sounds, when the tourist’s behavior became intolerable.
“Hey,” the tourist called out, his voice slurring. “Are you just looking for a sugar daddy?”
Daniel’s mood shifted from relaxed to visibly tense. “Please, just stop,” he said, trying to defuse the situation. But the tourist continued, growing bolder. “Seriously, mate,” he persisted, “she’s just here for the money. You’re a fool if you think she actually likes you.”
Daniel’s anger was palpable. “That’s enough!” he shouted, confronting the tourist. “You don’t get to talk about her like that!”
The situation escalated quickly. The tourist shoved Daniel, who responded by shoving him back. The confrontation turned into a physical altercation, with the two men trading blows on the sidewalk. A crowd quickly gathered, with many pulling out their phones to record the fight.
The police arrived swiftly, intervening to separate Daniel and the tourist. The crowd buzzed with excitement as the officers dealt with the situation. I made my way to the police car, my heart racing as I handed over the bail money. “I’m here to bail out Daniel Ricciardo,” I said.
Daniel looked at me, his face a mix of frustration and regret. “I didn’t want things to get this bad,” he said, rubbing his wrists where the handcuffs had been.
The officer uncuffed Daniel, and I guided him away from the chaos. “Let’s get out of here and find somewhere quieter,” I suggested, hoping to end the night on a better note.
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Lewis Hamilton:
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The upscale bar was supposed to be a retreat from the hectic pace of Las Vegas, but that changed abruptly when a drunken guest began making disrespectful comments. Lewis Hamilton and I were enjoying our time at the bar, savoring the luxury and ambiance when the guest’s behavior took a turn.
“Hey,” he called out loudly, slurring his words. “What’s she doing with you? She’s probably just a gold-digger.”
Lewis' face tightened with anger. “Please, stop,” he said, trying to ignore the comments. But the guest didn’t relent. “Seriously,” he continued, “she’s just here for the money. You’re a fool if you think she actually likes you.”
Lewis' anger flared. “That’s enough!” he shouted, standing up with visible frustration. “You don’t get to talk about her like that!”
The situation quickly escalated. The guest shoved Lewis, who responded by pushing back. The upscale bar, once a sanctuary of peace, turned chaotic. Security rushed in, attempting to separate the two as patrons pulled out their phones to capture the scene.
I followed Lewis to the security office, my heart racing as I handed over the bail money. “I’m here to bail out Lewis Hamilton,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
Lewis looked at me, frustration and regret evident in his eyes. “I didn’t want things to get this out of hand,” he said.
The officer uncuffed Lewis, and I guided him out of the office. “Let’s get out of here and try to enjoy the rest of our night,” I suggested.
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Oscar Piastri:
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The lively atmosphere of Fremont Street was a stark contrast to the chaos that unfolded when a drunken spectator began making crude remarks about me. Oscar Piastri and I were enjoying the vibrant street scene when the spectator’s comments grew increasingly obnoxious.
“Hey,” he yelled, his voice slurred and loud. “What’s with her? She’s probably just a gold-digger!”
Oscar’s face shifted from cheerful to furious. “Please stop,” he said, trying to avoid a confrontation. But the spectator was relentless. “Seriously,” he continued, “you’re just flaunting her around like a trophy. What a joke.”
Oscar’s anger flared. “That’s enough!” he shouted, pushing the spectator away. “You don’t get to talk about her like that!”
The argument quickly escalated into a physical altercation. The spectator, caught off guard, retaliated, and soon they were engaged in a full-blown fight. The crowd on Fremont Street gathered around, many of them recording the commotion on their phones.
The police arrived quickly, separating Oscar and the spectator. I approached the officer, my voice steady but my heart racing. “I’m here to bail out Oscar Piastri,” I said, handing over the bail money.
Oscar looked at me, a mix of anger and regret in his eyes. “I didn’t want things to get this out of hand,” he said.
The officer uncuffed Oscar, and I took his arm as we left. “Let’s get out of here and find somewhere quieter,” I suggested, hoping to leave the chaos behind us.
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George Russell:
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The luxury pool party was supposed to be a highlight of our trip, but a drunk guest’s comments soon ruined the evening. George Russell and I were lounging by the pool when the guest began making loud, derogatory remarks.
“Hey,” he called out, his voice dripping with mockery. “Look at her. She’s probably just here for the free drinks and a rich boyfriend. What a cliché.”
George’s face darkened. “Can you keep it to yourself?” he asked, trying to remain calm. But the guest didn’t stop. “Seriously, mate,” he continued. “She’s just a trophy. You’re fooling yourself if you think otherwise.”
Unable to stay quiet, George stood up. “You don’t get to talk about her like that!” he shouted.
The situation escalated quickly. The guest shoved George, who pushed back, and the confrontation turned physical. Security intervened, and the party-goers began recording the drama. George was soon escorted away in handcuffs, while the crowd buzzed with excitement.
I approached the security office, my heart racing. “I’m here to bail out George Russell,” I said, handing over the bail money.
George looked at me with a mixture of frustration and regret. “I didn’t want things to get this bad,” he said.
The officer uncuffed him, and I guided him out. “Let’s get out of here and try to salvage what’s left of our night,” I suggested.
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Lance Stroll:
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The exclusive lounge was meant to be a relaxing escape, but it turned into chaos when a disrespectful guest started making lewd comments about me. Lance Stroll and I were enjoying a quiet drink when the guest’s remarks took a turn.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he said loudly, “are you just here for the rich guy? What a cliché.”
Lance’s face turned red with anger. “Please stop,” he said, trying to defuse the situation. But the guest didn’t relent. “Seriously,” he continued. “She’s probably just a gold-digger. You’re pathetic for thinking otherwise.”
Lance’s patience snapped. “That’s enough!” he shouted, confronting the guest. “You don’t get to talk about her like that!”
The argument quickly escalated into a physical confrontation. Security arrived, separating Lance and the guest while patrons began recording the scene. Lance was handcuffed and escorted away, and the lounge buzzed with excitement.
I approached the security office, handing over the bail money with a sigh. “I’m here to bail out Lance Stroll,” I said.
Lance looked at me, clearly frustrated. “I didn’t want things to get out of hand,” he said.
The officer uncuffed Lance, and I took his arm as we left. “Let’s get out of here and try to enjoy the rest of our night,” I suggested.
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Max Verstappen:
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The luxury restaurant was meant to be a serene dining experience, but a rude patron’s comments quickly shattered the calm. Max Verstappen and I were enjoying a quiet dinner when the guest’s remarks began to pierce through the ambiance.
“Hey, look at her,” the guest said loudly, “she’s probably just here for a free meal and a rich boyfriend. How cliché.”
Max’s face turned from relaxed to enraged. “Can you keep your comments to yourself?” he asked, trying to stay calm. But the guest continued. “Seriously, man,” he sneered. “She’s just a gold-digger. What a joke.”
Max’s patience snapped. “You don’t get to talk about her like that!” he shouted, confronting the guest.
The situation quickly escalated. Max shoved the guest, who retaliated, and before long, they were grappling on the floor. Security intervened swiftly, and the restaurant’s patrons began recording the altercation. Max was soon escorted away in handcuffs, while the restaurant buzzed with excitement.
I approached the security office, my heart racing. “I’m here to bail out Max Verstappen,” I said, handing over the bail money.
Max looked at me, a mix of anger and regret in his eyes. “I didn’t want things to get this bad,” he said.
The officer uncuffed Max, and I guided him out. “Let’s get out of here and enjoy the rest of our evening,” I suggested.
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Pierre Gasly:
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The exotic car showroom was a spectacle of luxury and opulence, but it turned chaotic when a rude guest began making derogatory comments about me. Pierre Gasly and I were admiring the cars when the guest’s remarks took a turn.
“Hey,” he said loudly, “look at her. She’s probably just here to find a rich guy. What a joke.”
Pierre’s face tightened with anger. “Can you stop?” he said, trying to ignore the comments. But the guest persisted. “Seriously,” he continued, “she’s just a gold-digger. You’re a fool for thinking otherwise.”
Pierre’s anger flared. “That’s enough!” he shouted, confronting the guest. “You don’t get to talk about her like that!”
The situation quickly escalated into a physical confrontation. Security intervened, and the showroom’s patrons began recording the drama. Pierre was soon escorted away in handcuffs, and the crowd buzzed with excitement.
I approached the security office, handing over the bail money with a sigh. “I’m here to bail out Pierre Gasly,” I said.
Pierre looked at me with frustration and regret. “I didn’t want things to get this out of hand,” he said.
The officer uncuffed Pierre, and I guided him out. “Let’s get out of here and try to enjoy what’s left of our night,” I suggested.
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Arthur Leclerc:
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The rooftop bar was a high-end retreat with stunning views, but it took a turn for the worse when a drunk guest began making crude comments. Arthur Leclerc and I were enjoying the evening when the guest’s behavior became increasingly obnoxious.
“Hey,” the guest slurred loudly, “look at her. She’s probably just here for the free drinks and a rich boyfriend. What a cliché.”
Arthur’s patience wore thin. “Can you keep it down?” he asked, trying to defuse the situation. But the guest continued. “Seriously, man,” he persisted. “She’s just a trophy girlfriend. You’re a fool if you think she actually cares about you.”
Arthur’s anger flared. “That’s enough!” he shouted, confronting the guest. “You don’t get to talk about her like that!”
The situation quickly escalated. The guest shoved Arthur, who retaliated, and before long, they were on the floor, grappling fiercely. The rooftop bar, once a serene escape, was now filled with chaos. Security arrived, attempting to separate the two as patrons recorded the altercation on their phones.
I followed Arthur to the security office, my heart racing as I handed over the bail money. “I’m here to bail out Arthur Leclerc,” I said.
Arthur looked at me with a mix of frustration and regret. “I didn’t want things to get this bad,” he said.
The officer uncuffed Arthur, and I guided him out. “Let’s get out of here and try to enjoy what’s left of our night,” I suggested.
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Paul Aron:
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The high roller lounge in the casino was meant to be a luxurious experience, but it turned chaotic when a drunken guest began making derogatory remarks about me. Paul Aron and I were enjoying the exclusive atmosphere when the guest’s comments took a turn.
“Hey,” the guest slurred loudly, “look at her. She’s probably just here for the rich guy. What a cliché.”
Paul’s face turned red with anger. “Please, stop,” he said, trying to ignore the comments. But the guest didn’t relent. “Seriously, mate,” he continued. “She’s just a trophy girlfriend. You’re a fool for thinking otherwise.”
Paul’s patience snapped. “That’s enough!” he shouted, confronting the guest. “You don’t get to talk about her like that!”
The situation quickly escalated. The guest shoved Paul, who retaliated, and before long, they were grappling on the floor. The high roller lounge, once a haven of luxury, was now filled with chaos. Security arrived, struggling to separate the two as patrons recorded the scene with their phones.
I followed Paul to the security office, my heart racing as I handed over the bail money. “I’m here to bail out Paul Aron,” I said.
Paul looked at me with a mix of frustration and regret. “I didn’t want things to get this out of hand,” he said.
The officer uncuffed Paul, and I guided him out. “Let’s get out of here and try to salvage the rest of our evening,” I suggested.
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ricciardosheart · 29 days ago
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Just casually imagining that DR wants cockwarming.....
heyyy i am soo sorry this has been rotting in my drafts for so long, thank you for the request, lots of love , hope you like it, its not my best work sorry
Title: In Between Moments Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo X fem!GF!reader Warnings: suggestive and smut, 18 and below DNI!!!
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The night had settled in, the room bathed in a soft golden glow from the bedside lamp. You and Daniel lay beneath the covers, bodies tangled together in that perfect, quiet intimacy that always seemed to find you after long, chaotic days. The race weekend had been exhausting—adrenaline and stress running high—but here, in this room, everything was calm. Everything was just you and him.
Daniel’s arm draped lazily around your waist as he pulled you closer, his chest warm and solid against your back. His lips brushed against the nape of your neck, a light, absent-minded kiss that made you smile.
“You know,” he murmured, his voice low and drowsy, but with that familiar playful edge, “I’ve been thinking.”
You chuckled softly, already anticipating the teasing that would follow. “That’s a dangerous habit.”
His fingers traced circles on your stomach, the pads of his fingers warm against your skin. “Maybe,” he admitted with a laugh of his own, “but hear me out. I have a… suggestion.”
Turning slightly to glance at him over your shoulder, you could see the mischief dancing in his brown eyes. He looked utterly content, relaxed in that post-race bliss that only came with moments like these. “I’m listening,” you said, raising an eyebrow.
Daniel’s hand slid lower on your waist, and you could feel the heat of his body pressed against you, growing firmer. He shifted beneath you, his lips now trailing lazy kisses down your neck. “What if we just… stayed like this,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing.
You raised your eyebrow, smirking as you turned fully to face him. “Like this, huh?”
He nodded, his eyes twinkling with mischief as his hand slid down to cup your hips, pulling you even closer. “Yeah. Close. No rush. Just… warm and cozy.”
You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head. “Are you asking me to cockwarm, Ricciardo?”
The slow grin that spread across his face was unmistakable. His brown eyes darkened with playful desire, and his voice dropped to a soft murmur. “Well, when you put it like that, it sounds even better.”
You playfully rolled your eyes at him, but there was no denying the warmth that spread through your chest at his request. There was something so intimate about the idea, something deeper than just physical closeness. With a teasing smile, you shifted on top of him, straddling his hips, feeling him hard beneath you.
Daniel’s hands settled on your thighs, his fingers lightly pressing into your skin as he gazed up at you with that boyish grin that always melted your heart. “I’m a lucky guy, aren’t I?”
You leaned down, your lips brushing his ear. “Very lucky,” you whispered, your voice low and teasing.
With a slow, deliberate movement, you guided him into you, sinking down until you were completely joined, your bodies fitting together like they were made for this. There was no rush, no urgency—just the feeling of him inside you, warm and steady, grounding you both in the moment.
Daniel let out a soft groan, his hands tightening their grip on your hips as his head fell back against the pillow. “God, you feel… perfect,” he whispered, his voice thick with affection.
You leaned forward, brushing your lips against his as your hands found their way into his curls, twisting gently. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
For a long moment, neither of you moved. The fullness of him inside you, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, it was all you needed. Daniel’s hands roamed lazily over your back, his touch slow and soothing as he hummed contentedly beneath you.
“You know,” he said after a while, his voice a low murmur, “this might be my favorite thing.”
You raised an eyebrow, smirking down at him. “Really? Out of everything?”
He chuckled softly, his hands sliding up to rest on your waist, holding you close. “Okay, maybe not everything,” he admitted, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “But it’s definitely up there. It’s like… I get to have all of you without any rush. Just you, me, and this moment.”
His words sent a warm shiver through you, and you leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips, savoring the gentle way his lips molded to yours. “You’re a sap, Ricciardo,” you teased, though your voice was full of affection.
“Only for you, baby,” he replied, his grin widening as he kissed you back, his hands wandering down your back, tracing every curve and line.
You let out a soft laugh, shifting slightly against him, feeling the way his body reacted to the slightest movement. His breath hitched, but he didn’t push for more. Instead, he just watched you with half-lidded eyes, his smile soft and full of love.
“I could stay like this forever,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as his hands caressed your sides.
You felt your heart swell at his words, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you like a warm blanket. “Maybe we should,” you whispered back, brushing your lips against his again.
Daniel’s eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you deeply, his hands pulling you even closer. For a moment, it felt like the world outside didn’t exist. It was just the two of you, tangled together in the quiet of the night, completely lost in each other.
When the kiss finally broke, you rested your forehead against his, your breaths mingling as you stayed connected, both physically and emotionally. “You really like this, don’t you?” you asked, your voice soft as you traced a finger along his jawline.
Daniel smiled, his eyes full of warmth as he gazed up at you. “What’s not to like? I get to have you all to myself, no distractions, no rush. Just… us.”
You felt a lump form in your throat at the tenderness in his voice. This was why you loved him. Not just for the playful banter and the mischief, but for moments like this, when he showed you just how much he cherished being with you.
Leaning down, you pressed another kiss to his lips, slower this time, savoring the way he responded, his hands sliding up to cup your face as he deepened the kiss.
When you pulled back, his eyes were half-closed, a lazy smile on his lips. “You know,” he murmured, his voice thick with affection, “if this is what every night is gonna be like, I’m gonna be one very happy man.”
You laughed softly, running your fingers through his curls again. “You’re impossible, Ricciardo.”
“Only for you,” he replied with a wink, his hands squeezing your hips playfully. “But seriously… can we make this a regular thing?”
You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. “What, cockwarming?”
Daniel grinned, his hands wandering back to your thighs, his thumbs tracing lazy circles. “Exactly. It’s cozy, it’s warm, and… well, it’s you. What more could I want?”
You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, shaking your head as you leaned down to kiss him again. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously in love with you,” he quipped, his voice full of warmth.
You rolled your eyes again, but your heart fluttered at the way he said it, so effortlessly, like it was the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it was. With Daniel, everything felt easy. Even the quiet moments like this, where nothing much happened except the shared warmth between your bodies, felt perfect.
For a long while, you both stayed like that, simply enjoying the closeness, the quiet intimacy. Daniel’s hands continued their lazy exploration of your body, his touch light and affectionate, as if he was memorizing every inch of you. His breathing was slow and steady beneath you, his chest rising and falling in a soothing rhythm that made you feel completely at ease.
Eventually, Daniel let out a contented sigh, his voice barely above a whisper. “You know, I think I could get used to this.”
You smiled, resting your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. “I think I already have.”
His fingers threaded through your hair, gently massaging your scalp as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Good,” he murmured, his voice full of affection. “Because I’m not letting you go.”
You closed your eyes, letting yourself relax fully against him. In this moment, everything felt right. No distractions, no rush—just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, completely at peace.
And as you drifted off to sleep, Daniel’s arms still wrapped around you, you couldn’t help but feel like you were exactly where you were meant to be.
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straykidsftw · 2 months ago
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Daddy Daycare | dad!bang chan
genre: fluff
summary: chan looking after his kids for the first time as 4
ages: joey = 8 / leo & dan = 6 / jemima = 2 months
warnings: none (purposeful use of lower case cause i cant be bothered with capitalisation anymore)
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“are you sure you’re going to be okay?” you asked, cupping chan’s face in your hand, his sleepy eyes blinking back at you; the time on the clock too early for him to properly register the words you were saying.
you were leaving for a weekend away with the other skz wives, all flying over to jeju island, as paid for by your husbands. and that meant leaving early to make it to the airport (so you could make the most of your time).
chan swatted your hand away, making a ‘pshh’ noise, “it’s fine, y/n. i’ve been a dad for 6 years, i think i know what it takes.”
“yes but you’ve never looked after four kids, chan. i’m telling you, it’s a level up,” you pleaded with him.
chan rubbed his eyes before getting out of bed, placing his hands on your shoulders and walking you to the door of your shared bedroom. “y/n, please. i know what i’m signing up for, i know our kids. now go, have fun, and stop worrying.”
you smiled, turning round and hooking your arms around his neck, chan’s hands holding onto your waist firmly as you pressed a kiss to his lips.
“okay, go,” he mumbled into the kiss, “you’re gonna be late.”
“okay,” you smiled, getting your bag and beginning to walk down the stairs, waving to chan as you went, “bye kids!”
the kids, who chan hadn’t known were awake, all responded with choruses of goodbyes from their respective rooms, chan’s eyes widening at all four of his kids being awake at 5:30.
“oh god,” he grumbled, hearing jemima’s cries start up as the front door slammed behind you.
he walked into the nursery, now forever jemima’s room, to see his little girl stood up in her crib, gripping at the bars and bouncing up and down slightly, laughing happily now that she’d gained someone’s attention.
“hello princess!” chan cooed, running over and pulling her out of the crib, cradling her in his arms, pressing kisses all over her face, “oh my little girl, how did you sleep? hmm?! hmm?!”
jemima’s screaming laughter bounced off the walls, chan chuckling alongside her as he got her out of her pyjamas and put her on the potty. potty training was almost done, but jemima still had to be put on the toilet routinely, in case she forgot to ask.
“good morning dad!” joey yelled, chan barely seeing a flash as he ran out of his room and down the stairs.
“woah! woah! woah!” chan called after him, trying to keep an eye on jemima at the same time. he could hear banging and crashing happening downstairs, wincing every time another loud noise echoed.
“i done daddy!” jemima smiled up at him, chan grinning and bringing her off the potty, cleaning her up and putting her in a fresh set of clothes, before carrying her downstairs. “i don’t need carry, daddy! i walk!”
“okay, okay,” chan laughed, placing her on the ground, jemima immediately starting to run to her older brother, who was still zipping around the kitchen. “woah, woah. joey, bud, please. what’s happening?”
“i’m making something!” joey exclaimed, gathering bits from all over the kitchen up into his arms before beginning to make his way back upstairs, chan catching him before he could.
“hey, hey. i could really do with your help today, buddy. do you think you could continue this project at the dinner table? then we can both keep an eye on your sister as i make breakfast, hmm?”
joey smiled with the big brother responsibilities, nodding firmly, “i just– i– i need a few bits from upstairs, okay?! i’m coming back!”
“okay,” chan laughed, peering into the living room to find jemima perched happily on the sofa, her mop of curls a mess atop her head. “mima, do you want some milk?”
jemima looked at him and nodded with sharp motions of her head. chan smiled, nodding back before heading to the kitchen to prepare some formula in a bottle. as he stood against the counter, stirring the bottle sleepily, he suddenly felt a rush of air as someone ran past him again.
“joey!” chan stopped, looking at his twins running round the back garden. “huh, not joey.”
“i’m here dad!” joey exclaimed, his grin displaying a couple of lost teeth, as he sat at the dining table and continued his arts and crafts project.
“yo! leo! dan! come here,” chan called, standing at the back door, “what’s happening here?”
“we’re pirates, dad!” leo yelled, shoving his pretend sword up at his dad, “argh!”
chan played along, pretending to be afraid as he backed off, going back to jemima’s formula. the little girl in question now stood by the dining table, watching her brother in curiosity.
“do you want to sit in your high chair, mima?” chan asked, beckoning the little girl over as he put her milk on the tray. he lifted her up with a fun noise, sitting her in there as she happily drank her milk and watched her brother. “what do you guys want for breakfast this morning?”
chan was mindlessly asking as he looked through the fridge at all the banchan and regular ingredients stacked up. he gasped, “wow, mum left us some beef from last night! and some kimchi jeon, do you guys want that with some banchan?”
joey nodded, jemima staring at her dad with an amused look. chan pulled a face so she started giggling, her feet swinging back and forth.
“joey what this?” she asked, her attention going back to her older brother.
“its for mummy,” he smiled, whispering the words as he glanced to his dad, chan too pre-occupied with cooking to hear him, “she’s away for two days so i’m making her a sign for when she gets back.”
“mummy gone?!” jemima exclaimed dramatically.
“hmm?” chan called, absentmindedly, “yeah mummy’s away for the weekend, mima. but we’re gonna have fun, aren’t we?! yay!”
“what are we doing today, dad?” joey asked, his colouring pencils scribbling against the page.
“um, i thought we could meet up jiyoung and haein today,” chan said, “me and your uncles have a little bit to do but we don’t have to go to the stud—”
“oh please can we go to the studio?!” joey begged, looking up at his dad with a pleading look in his eye.
chan laughed, shocked, “yeah, of course we can, bud! wasn’t expecting you to want to, but of course!”
“just more to do there, you know,” joey shrugged.
chan nodded, “yeah, i’m sorry you don’t have any cousins your age, joe.”
“it’s okay,” he hummed, “it’ll be fun when we’re older.”
chan smiled at his son’s maturity, plating up the food, “yeah, it will. and at least you know they all look up to you, right?”
joey smiled bashfully, not looking up from his work. chan placed a plate down in front of him, as well as two more for the twins, placing a plate of extra banchan in the middle of the table. he pulled up a chair beside jemima, starting on his own food while keeping an eye on the littlest member of the family.
“twins! food’s on the table!”
the boys, still in pirate mode, ran into the kitchen, crashing into the table as they started eating.
“thank you for the food,” joey said, before tucking in, the rest of his siblings following, despite the food already bulging in their cheeks.
“you’re welcome, babies,” chan cooed, playing with dan’s hair gently, “see? we don’t need mummy, daddy’s got everything covered.”
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andcars · 2 months ago
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YOU ALWAYS SAID that you and daniel were teammates with benefits. but now that his career in f1 is ending, you think that it really was more than that. while you can still see him, it’s gonna be different when you get into the car and daniel isn’t with you.
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Both you and Daniel’s eyes are on the monitors, watching an F2 rookie work his car. Daniel’s car. Free practice has started and he’s one of the first ones out to prove himself he’s up for grabs. Daniel looks very satisfied at his performance.
“Think you’re past your prime, old man,” you joke. He snickers beside you.
“Come on, I’ve got more fight left in me.” The rookie passed a Ferrari, overtaking him easily on the straights. “Besides, you think he’ll beat me in a corner?”
You aren’t one to spot a rookie in their F2 days, so you never really know how they drive until you see it in person. “I beat you all the time in a corner,” you shrug. “Can’t be that difficult for someone like him.”
“Alright, well I let you pass the corner, Missy. You never beat me.”
A laugh comes out from the both of you. Leaning closer, he whispers to you, “It’s the only time I let you take control anyways.”
Your cheeks are hot and you have the urge to smack him in the head. “Don’t be like that, we’re in public.”
“Mhm…” he looks away, “soon, we won’t be.”
You’re called to drive before you can say more. They say you’ve got to test out some of the new upgrades they got over the weekend. Leaving Daniel alone with his horny ass, you pull up your balaclava and approach the roaring engine.
Free practice goes well. The steering wheel turned well—thank fuck, because it’s been a problem for so long now—and you definitely felt the upgrades in the straights. You’re unsure if it's the wind or something with the breaking that messed you up a few times on the corners but your engineer says that it might’ve been the wind. So that’s that.
Hey, you drive a car that works. GP says your fastest lap got you P7. Not the best, however, you can always go faster on the weekend.
Returning to the garage, the team assists you inside and helps you jump out your car. Daniel’s talking with Horner and the rookie, discussing something that’s getting the rookie excited. Daniel looks like he’s faking a smile, which isn’t something you often see.
“Hey,” you greet, eyeing Daniel who glances at you only once. The rookie takes your presence instead. “You were good out there.”
He laughs. “Yeah, well, I need to be if I’m getting Daniel’s seat,” he jokes and you laugh at it. Daniel smiles.
“Told you, you’re getting old, man.”
Daniel shakes his head. “You guys are being mean.” He sighs, “I’m gonna get some water—oh, and you were very slow on the turns, by the way.” 
The wink he sends to you is stupid because you can tell he’s not in a mood. “Fuck you.”
But you let him walk away instead of talking with him some more. You leave Horner and the rookie alone so you can take a look at your performance. Daniel worries you but you can’t do anything right now. After practice, you tell yourself. After practice, you’ll find out what’s wrong.
Daniel was right. Your car was shit on the corner and it wasn’t the wind.
────── SHORT WHILE LATER. . .
The talk you wanted after practice came sooner than later. There’s a major red flag that’s killing practically the second half of FP2. It’s better now than later, so finding Daniel right now is top priority.
In the Red Bull hospitality, you find the rookie. He asks you what you’re doing.
“Just finding Daniel,” you say. “You seen him?”
He points to the exit behind you, your head following, “He just left for his motorhome.
“I think he’s sulking about losing his seat.”
If the whiplash of being in a Formula 1 car didn’t kill you, maybe snapping your head to look back at him would. 
“What?”
The look on his face is akin to a confused mutt. “What? I mean, maybe? He did look pretty bummed out so maybe it’s because he’s losing his seat.”
“To who?”
He looks at you like you’re the one confused. “Me..? I thought you knew earlier.”
You didn’t know. You wish you never knew. You wish it was never real.
Instead of telling him to fuck off, you remind yourself he’s just a kid with big dreams. Smiling like… well, whatever you just looked like, was the best you could do for him. “Yeah, no. I didn’t. Congrats.”
Here’s to hoping you didn’t look desperate when you did all but run out.
Daniel was in the motorhome as said. He’s on the couch, scrolling at his phone with his cap covering his eyes. He barely turns to look up at you. Then, he has the audacity to smile.
“Hey, is the red flag still—?”
“Fuck you.”
That made him laugh. “Second time you say that. You’re really eager to let me go, huh?”
It’s impossible for you to let him go, you think. “I didn’t even know you were gonna leave.”
He sighs. “I didn’t either. But hey, here’s to new opportunities. Maybe I’ll start a ranch, get some horses, live around like an Australian cowboy.”
“Daniel, if you make another joke I’m going to kick your ass.”
It’s his smile that really broke your heart. The type of smile he puts on a sad movie and the character who’s going to die tells a joke. The smile that comes out when you cry over a bad crash and he comes to comfort you. The smile of his that you’re so stupidly in love with, even when he’s one second away from crying with you.
Never did you think you would confess your feelings to him. Not when you thought you had forever. Not when there was the unspoken ‘no strings attached’.
You sigh and sit beside him. “I’m not upset at you or the next driver. I’m just… upset.”
“I know,” he says.
“And you’ve still got more to fight for.”
“I know,” he says, tears leaking even in his voice.
You look at him and he’s already looking at you. He’s always looking at you. To imagine a world where you can’t do it as often as you do now is painful. 
“There’s gonna be a lot of things I’m gonna miss. The feel of the wheel, the thrill that comes every race like it’s the first. The podium. The champagne. Winning.  The team. I think there’s so much in here that I won’t be able to let go.
“But I think I’ll miss you the most,” he says, like it’s a secret he should’ve kept from you.
Daniel’s thumb traces the curve of your lips, his eyes longing. “I’ll miss it,” he admits. “I’ll miss everything about you. The way I can feel you race behind me, the way you look drenched with champagne when we win, the way you move…” His fingers dip lower, tracing the line of your neck, and you can feel the pulse point where your heartbeat goes crazy beneath his touch.
“And I’ll miss tasting you,” he continues, his voice growing huskier, more urgent. “I’ll miss the way your skin tastes, like salt and honey, the way your mouth feels against mine.” He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear, and you can feel the heat of his body pressing against yours. “I’ll miss the way you moan when I kiss your pussy, the way you arch into me, begging for more.”
“The red flag might come back up soon,” you say because you have nothing else to say. He doesn’t smile anymore.
“And when it’s back up, and when the weekend is over, and when the summer is over, and when the season—” he gasps, his own words choking him—”... and when it’s all over.”
And when it’s all over.
“Daniel…” you whisper, your voice trembling. His hand goes around your waist and you feel the light kisses on your neck.
“Don’t… Don’t say anything. Just let me talk. Let me tell you how much I miss you.” 
He already misses you.
Pulling back, he looks at you like you don’t have months left. “I miss the way you look at me, even if I almost crash into you or ruin your lap. I miss the way you argue with the engineers because you’re so smart—you’re so smart. You know what’s wrong with the car before you even inspect it.”
He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there. “I miss the way you make me feel alive, when we’re both in the after hours. In a hotel room, holding onto each other and promising to not fall in love. And the next day, we’ll lie to each other, saying it’s just sex.
“And you never deserve just that. You deserve the whole world.
“And, God…” his forehead presses yours, “I miss loving you this close.”
The words hang in the air between you, heavy with meaning, with regret, with the weight of everything you’ve never had. You can see the pain in his eyes, the raw vulnerability that he rarely shows. It’s not like Daniel to be like this. He’s the stronger out of the two of you.
If you tell him that it’s okay, that you can meet on the weekdays, it’s just going to make you cry.
Tell him that he can still watch from the garage, but that’ll make the hurt even more real.
And you can tell him that it’s only for a while, that you’re too weak to drive when you’re in love, but he’s going to push you further into your dream. 
You’re too weak for all of this.
“Daniel, we can’t—” you start to say, but he cuts you off with a shake of his head.
“I know,” he says, his voice thick with sorrow. “I know we can’t. You’re already in trouble with the media for just being a driver. But that doesn’t change how I feel. How we feel. It doesn’t change the fact that I still love you, that I always will.”
He reaches out, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that you didn’t even realise had fallen. “I just needed you to know that,” he says softly. “I needed you to know that no matter what happens, no matter how far apart we get, I’ll always carry a piece of you with me.”
His words are a promise. It’s a vow. You nod, your heart aching with the knowledge that you’ll have to say goodbye at the end of the season, and it’s never going to be the same.
“Hey, hey,” he cries too, “I’m still gonna attend, yeah? I’m gonna watch you win your championship.”
“I’m gonna beat everyone,” you say, “now that you’re gone.”
The way his lips turned and his eyes crunched made you feel just a bit more hope. “Aren’t you the best girl?”
Daniel's hand slides around the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you into a passionate kiss. The tension that had been building between you snaps like a taut string, and for a moment, all worries vanish.
The feeling is so familiar that you can’t let it go now. His tongue slips between your lips, exploring, tasting, demanding the taste of your love. You give it willingly, your own tongue meeting his that you hope screams ‘I love you’.
He pulls only an inch away, eyes heavy and heart yearning. “Come on now, let’s make some other team’s fuck up our time for a fuck,” he laughs. You don’t have to comment at that stupid joke to pull him back.
Daniel guides you backward, laying you down on the couch. This is safe. This is familiar. You can feel how steady his hands are when it pulls down your suit. 
You moan into his mouth, your pants getting pulled down. He doesn’t want to let the kiss stop. While his hands are teasing at your underwear, he never gets out for more than a breath of a second. 
“God, I’ve missed this,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice rough with need. “Missed you.”
“You had me,” you say, pulling away though it pains you. “You’ve had me for so long.” It’s either the lack of air or the suffocation of Daniel’s confession that makes you so lightheaded.
“Not long enough. It’ll never be.” He pulls his kiss down, nipping at the sensitive skin at your neck. You tilt your head back, caressing his short curls. His adventure re-exploring your body like it’s the first time stops at the hollow of your throat.
His breath is warm against your skin, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss there. You shiver, the sensation sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body. He licks a path back up to your ear, his teeth grazing the lobe before he whispers, “I want to taste every inch of you.”
He makes you cry and he makes you desperate for his touch. “Yeah, yeah, please?”
His hand slips under your tight shirt, his fingers skating over the bare skin of your stomach. The contact is electric, and you gasp, your hips bucking involuntarily against his. “Easy,” he murmurs, amused with how roused he got you, “We still have time. Four more months, yeah?”
“God, Daniel, they could be calling me back right now,” you grunt, “so shut up and fucking do something!”
You break the sap and the tension as you make him laugh. “God… You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, loving you with every breath. He goes down lower, absolutely enchanted, “so fucking beautiful.”
“Prove it to me.” He’s very eager to.
He hooks his fingers and pulls the waistband of your panties. You lift your feet to help him, and soon they’re discarded on the floor, leaving you completely bare. He looks up at you with uncontained joy. It takes everything in you to hide your embarrassment.
“Perfect, absolutely perfect.”
“And you’re slow.”
To you, it will be one of the world’s greatest mysteries how he keeps up with your attitude. He leans in your wet cunt, his breath hot against it. You instinctively clench, your muscles already knowing what comes next. He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your skin. His tongue flicks out, tasting you like it’s the first time in a while.
It doesn’t matter if you’ve been out there sitting your ass in a hot garage. It’s like Daniel is in love with every part of you. From the way he nuzzles at your pubic hair and how he laps happily at your taste. It’s sensational how much he loves you.
You cry out, your hands reaching for something—anything—to hold onto. He takes pity on you, placing your troubled hands on his head. You grip his hair as he holds you steady by the waist. His tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes, teasing your hole with the tip.
“Fuck,” you groan. “Daniel, please… give it to me.”
He’s the one to move your hips in slow thrusts on this tongue. You feel his nose against your clit as he tongues you open. “Fuck!” you moan, wrapping your thighs around his head. “Just like that, you’re doing so… so fucking good.”
You’re trembling now, your body thrumming with need. All of this and he’s in no hurry. He lavishes attention on you, his tongue delving deeper, his teeth grazing you lightly. He doesn’t even pull away. Every second he spends is  with every touch, every lick to make you go crazy. 
Looking down is the worst decision in your life. You look at him and he’s already looking at you. Daniel’s eyes are half opened, barely in focus as he eats you out like it’s what he’s made for. Fuck racing, fuck the championships, it’s only you he really wants.
You move along with the guide of his hands. He doesn’t stop you when you keep his head still for you to fuck yourself on him. His tongue drags up and down your pussy, sending you writhing for more.
“You’re so good,” you breathe out, “my sweetheart—fuck, Danny. You love it when I use you, yeah?” You grind your hips down on his face and you feel how he moans into you. “Yeah? You love it?”
He can’t answer you like this. His hand moves to your clit and starts flicking it. Fuck, you’re gonna guess that’s a yes.
Your breathing gets heavy, legs going tired. He knows this and picks up the pace earlier. “I’m gonna cum, Daniel. Gonna cum on your face. You want that?”
He hums, kissing at your hole before mouthing at your cunt.
“Yeah, you fucking want that.” You pull your head back. Spreading your legs wider, you let him do whatever he wants. “Come on, baby. Make me cum for you. Make me cum, Daniel.”
It doesn’t take you long as he goes to kiss your clit, riding your high as his fingers spread across you to make you squirt on his face. He practically makes you scream. And it’s an immediate response for him to lean down and try to swallow all of you.
The sight of it makes you want to photograph it. Daniel, mouth wide open, trying to swallow all of you. He doesn’t let you go until you really finished, kissing the insides of your thighs as he waits for you.
When you do finally come back down, your legs are shaking, and you’re panting for breath. He comes up to watch you. After making sure you’re watching, he licks the cum on his fingers too—his eyes not leaving yours.
“You’re gross,” you pant.
He smiles, as genuine as he can be. “And you love me.”
You smile too, because he’s right again. “Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I’m still beating you.”
“Looking forward to seeing you on the weekend.”
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🗒 𝗣𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗟 . . . i managed to finish this first than another max draft i have cooking up . this story was really heartbreaking and heartwarming to write because i do NOT like the possibility of daniel losing his seat at the end of the season ... yeah, anyways. ˎˊ˗ ᝰ.
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vivwritesfics · 1 year ago
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I fell down a @norrisleclercf1 rabbit hole two days ago (and I'm still stuck down said rabbit hole) and this is what came of it
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Mafia!Danny Ric x Verstappen!Reader
Jos Verstappen was a powerful guy
A scary powerful guy
He ran an empire that spanned the entire world
He spent his life raising his son to take over the empire
He also spent it teaching his son to keep his daughter away from this sort of life
Jos didn't want Y/N Verstappen involved with his empire
It was Max's job to protect her
There was a five-year difference between them, with Max being twenty-five and Y/N being just twenty
When Y/N was ten, she went missing
Jos lost his shit with Max, threatening him with his gun before sending him off to go and find her
Fifteen-year-old Max cried with he found Y/N reading out in the garden, hidden behind some bushes
But that was ten years ago
Now, Max had more responsibilities
He was set to take over Jos' empire any day now
Max had his own men, his own weapons and his own big jobs
His main job was still to protect his sister
It was something he and his inner circle did together
Max's inner circle
It consisted of three men and then their men
Charles, Lando, and Daniel
Max's inner circle was made up of people from all different countries
Charles was the Monégasques, he helped Max with his French dealings
Lando was British, he helped Max with his dealings in English-speaking countries
Daniel was the Aussie, he didn't help Max with any international business; his talents were better suited to the jobs Max had for him at home
Well, job, I should say
There was just one job for Daniel and her name was Y/N
When Y/N was a teenager, she had her rebelliousness squashed out of her by her fear of Jos
Now she was a quiet adult who rarely left her house, unless she was surrounded by a team of at least five men
That team always involved of Daniel
Daniel was always guarding Y/N
He went wherever she went
And, if she wasn't going anywhere, he was outside of her door
If Max wanted a meeting with his inner circle, Daniel always had at least two of his men standing outside of her door
One day, Daniel was guarding outside of her door
He had at least two guns and a knife on him - you could never have too many weapons in this line of work
Although he was always there, Y/N never interacted much with him, she knew her father would hate it
But one night, she was thirsty
Wrapped up her in robe, Y/N pulled open her bedroom door
"M'lady," said Daniel as the door opened
He tipped an invisible hat in Y/Ns direction and she smiled back at him, not saying anything
Y/N walked through the dark halls, making her way down to the kitchen with Daniel close behind
"What do you need?" He asked her
Daniel knew how Jos felt about 'staff' interacting with the Y/N Verstappen, he just didn't care
"Just a water," said Y/N as she grabbed a glass from the cupboard
Daniel stood vigilant as Y/N filled her glass and drank it
This happened night after night
Y/N didn't always answer Daniel, so he just talked as she drank
Not about his work, thank god
He spoke about everything else
Y/N was grateful for it
She didn't approve of her father's empire or the work her brother and his friends did for Jos
So, with Daniel talking about everything else, it was nice
"You're an interesting man," said Y/N as she got her water one night, surprising the both of them
"You think so?"
She nodded, standing closer to him than she ever had before
If Daniel reached out, he would have his hands on her, holding her hips
Daniel escorted her back to her room
The next evening, Y/N didn't want water
She knocked on her own door and pulled it open, looking at Daniel
"Do you want to come in?"
"If I come in, who's going to guard your door?"
She pulled him in anyway
"Everything okay?" Asked Daniel as he leaned against the door
"Fine," Y/N replied as she sat on her bed, tucking one leg under the other
"Do you need any water?"
She shook her head
"Anything to eat?"
She shook her head again
Daniel pushed away from the door
He walked around the room, looking at Y/N's things
Pictures, all of them of her family
She had no pictures of her having fun, of her with her friends
They were just her and Max, standing in their Sunday bests behind their father, who looked as though he was sitting on a throne
There were a couple of cat pictures, cats the family had owned over the years and a couple of Jimmy and Sassy
No pictures of her mother or older sister
Daniel didn't ask about it, he didn't want to pry
He stopped over by the window and looked out of it for a moment, before turning around and looking at Y/N
"So, what do you do for fun around here?" He asked
Y/N pointed towards her television and her bookshelf
"Is that it?"
She sat further back on her bed, leaning against the pillow
"I need my fathers permission to do anything and I don't have any friends. What am I supposed to do?"
"What if I took you somewhere?" he offered
"You mean, sneak out?"
"I definitely mean sneak out."
That was how Y/N found herself in her first night club
She had a drink in her hand and Daniel dancing beside her
When the second drink was placed in her hand, she and Daniel were dancing together
By the third drink she was pressed against the wall, his lips on hers
It was wrong - he worked for her brother and was more than ten years her senior
"Danny," she whispered when he pulled away
They were once again on the dance floor, his hands on her hips as they swayed to the music
His front was pressed against her behind and Y/N felt like her every nerve was on fire
At two AM, Y/N and Daniel were making their way back home
They got to the front gate and kept going, climbing over the wall
From there they snuck through the front garden, hid themselves behind trees and rose bushes
It was a real good thing the Verstappen's didn't have dogs, Daniel thought as they got to the trellis below Y/N's window
"I can't believe you don't have more security," he whispered as he helped her to climb
"You can bring that up with my brother, if you'd like"
They weren't being very quiet
Y/N struggled to open her bedroom window, stumbling back as she did so
She let out a shriek and then a series of giggles when Daniel caught her
"Wow," she whispered, grabbing a hold of the trellis
She didn't go back up to her window, but instead she turned around and kissed Daniel again
He was just a couple of rungs below her, but it made them the same height
His arms on either side of her was the only thing holding her up
They were there until his arms got tired
"Want to head up?"
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Daniel didn't have nearly as much to drink as Y/N
He was sober enough to get her into bed and then stand guard at her door until he changed shift with Oscar
From then on it was sneaking around with Daniel
During the day, they didn't know each other; they were Y/N Verstappen and Daniel Ricciardo
At night, when he could slip through her bedroom door, they were Danny and Y/N
There was four months of this, of sneaking out and kissing in the hidden away shadows of the house
And then Max found out
Well, no, actually
Lando found out first
He was walking through the hall when he saw Danile slip into Y/Ns room
The usually so careful Aussie didn't know how to explain himself, so he folded and told Lando everything
And then Lando realised he had to tell Max
Max was furious, at first
He waited, though, watched from the distance
Needed confirmation before he struck
Confirmation was something Max got surprisingly quickly
Max had himself hidden away as he watched Daniel look around and then slip into Y/Ns room
Gun drawn, Max burst in
Y/N and Daniel didn't have time to jump away from each other before Max had his gun pressed against his head
"I'm going to funking kill you"
The writing is happening a little slower rn - academics are about to start and I'm trying to work so it'll only get worse
Again, this is the product of reading @norrisleclercf1 posts all day (aka, if you like this, check out this beautiful persons writings)
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lumi-nescentt · 3 months ago
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I see how Daniel is with his nephew and niece and you can't convince me other that he'd make a great father someday. With that being said, the reader sees Daniel playing with them in the backyard one afternoon and it makes her think about their future and she mentions to Daniel that she wants kids. Daniel agrees with her, and they start trying. I know you said you don't write smut and that's okay, but hinting towards it is just fine because people can but two and two together and figure it out themselves.
But she finds out she's pregnant and tells Daniel who's excited. Daniel throughout the pregnancy he's super attentive and is just there for her whenever she needs it.
Including the birth is optional. But I can imagine Daniel not wanting to put the baby down.
Forgive me if this is a bit much. My tiktok fyp is just full of babies and the baby fever is sky rocketing.
King Of My Heart
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Part 1 - The Taste Of Your Lips Is My Idea Of Luxury
Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader
Warnings: sexual innuendos but no smut
Words: 1.2k
Summary: Seeing Daniel interact with his niece and nephew makes you rethink the timeline of your life and Daniel is more than happy to help you.
A/N: I have finally found the time to write again and I've listened to you guys and wrote this. So sorry to the person who asked me this for waiting this long to actually answer. I hope you'll like part 1 of this at least 2 parter as much as I liked writing it.
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It wasn’t a secret that Daniel was a family man, whether it was by blood or the one he had chosen. Daniel loved everyone around him unapologetically with his whole heart and you thought it was the most beautiful thing. 
It was one of the reasons you had fallen for him so quickly. He had a way of making you feel on top of the world with the flash of a smile and it was exhilarating. Even after dating for a few years, he never stopped loving you so passionately and the honeymoon phase seemed to stretch on forever.
The sun was shining softly in the garden of Joe and Grace’s house in Perth. The warm January weather was a godsend after leaving the grey clouds of the English countryside and it was one more reason to visit the Ricciardos while Daniel could relax a bit.
Grace had been thrilled to hear the two of you would be coming to celebrate New Years with them and had immediately called Daniel’s sister to see if she could come home at the same time. Michelle had obviously agreed, happy to come around with her own family. When Grace told Daniel his niece and nephew were coming, he looked like a kid on Christmas morning. He loved them so much. 
You had never been much of a kid person, sure you liked to spend time with your friends’ and family’s children and you loved them but you weren’t sure about having your own yet. You knew you wanted some at some point in your life, but you were waiting for the moment it’d feel right. For now, you were more than happy to play the babysitter whenever you could and still get to come back to a calm and quiet house when you were home. 
Daniel was kind of the opposite. He loved to be around kids and you knew he was only waiting for your ok to start creating a family of his own with you. In all honesty, you were a bit scared by how bad he wanted kids at first, not wanting to stop him from getting what he so desperately wished for but the Australian had made it clear that he would wait as long as you needed. He wanted kids with you and it was the only thing that mattered, not some imposed timeline or a decision made in fear of being alone. 
You didn’t know exactly when the right moment would be, you were convinced you’d just know. You hadn’t seen him interact with kids in a while after a busy and hectic season and maybe that’s why it hit you harder than the other times. Or maybe seeing him taking care of his family, of children he was so openly fond of flipped a switch in you. 
It’s not like Daniel was doing anything out of the ordinary, Isabella and Isaac had just decided they wanted to play football with their uncle and now the three of them were running around the garden in heaps of giggles and warm booming laughs. It was an endearing scene to see the little group so happy and it weirdly made you feel a mix of yearning and excitement. Daniel, as if connected to you by an unknown force, suddenly looked up at you with a grin, mouthing “I love you” from where he was standing. 
When Daniel finally sat down next to you on the lounge chair you had decided to watch them from, you knew you had to tell him. The words were burning your throat, threatening to spill out at any given opportunity but saying them out there in the open, surrounded by his family, his parents only a few metres away, didn’t feel right. 
The opportunity came a few hours later, once everyone had retreated to their room and you finally got the Australian to yourself. You were laying down on your back, looking at the ceiling while Daniel was brushing his teeth in the adjoining bathroom.
-“ Dan ?” you called to get his attention, sitting up on the bed
-“ Yes, sweetheart ?” he managed to mumble with his toothbrush in his mouth
-“ Do you still want kids with me ?”
The sentence seemed to send a shock through your boyfriend and he came rushing out of the bathroom, an alarmed look on his face.
-“ Of course I do. If this is about waiting to have them, I still mean what I told you. I’ll wait as long as you need to feel ready, so no pressure.” he tried to reassure you, caressing your cheek softly
You took a deep breath, trying to contain your smile.
-“ I think we’ve waited long enough, no ?” 
-“ Are you toying with me or are you serious, I can’t tell.”
-“ I wouldn’t joke about that my love, I’m serious. I want to start a family with you.”
You had barely finished your sentence that Daniel was holding you in his arms, hugging you tightly. You thought he was letting you go after a few seconds but it seemed he had other ideas as he picked you up bridal style with a devilish smile on his face.
-“ What are you doing, Dan ?” you asked, laughing at how happy he looked
-“ Well I think we ought to start trying at some point, right ?” he winked “ And I must say you look irresistible tonight.” 
-“ As much as I love the turn this conversation is taking, we’re at your parents’ house and they’re only a few doors down the hall. Doesn’t sound like the brightest idea.” 
-“ I’d say it sounds like a perfect idea. All you have to do is be quiet, sweetheart. We both know you can do that.” Daniel said, loving the way your face turned rosy at the thoughts that filled your head
-“ I can do that but two can play at this game and you’re never very quiet yourself. If we do this, I’m not the one they’ll hear and you know it.” you said in a hushed tone, hoping to see his face match yours
-“ Oh I’m well aware of that. That’s why I’m taking you to the bathroom and we’re going to take a very long shower” he said, winking at the last word “The water will cover whatever sounds I make. Plus, it gives me a reason to watch you undress under very good lighting.”
-“ As if you needed a reason to do that.” you rolled your eyes playfully at his behaviour
-“ You’re right, I don’t.”
-“ For someone with such a detailed plan in his head, you sure talk a lot, you know ?” you riled him up, finally get a reaction from the Australian
-“ Oh so that’s how you want to play it ? Alright, I didn’t know you’d be so into the idea but that’s the second best surprise today” he grinned, walking to the bathroom still carrying you in his arms
That night, Daniel stayed true to his words and you were very glad for the thick stone walls separating the bathroom from the other rooms. The next day at breakfast, nobody seemed to have noticed what you had been up to the night before. Maybe they had noticed how neither of you stayed away from each other for more than a few seconds but if they did they had the wisdom of not mentioning it. There were things that were better left unsaid when in the presence of such a lovesick couple, for everyone’s sanity.
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lewisvinga · 5 months ago
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my book worm | daniel ricciardo x fem! reader
summary; everyone loves daniel and his own book worm
fc; various girls on pinterest
warnings; ?
taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03 @c-losur3 @fall-bambi
note; requested !
masterlist !
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daniel3.jpg: late nights
username: love how every y/n pic is her featuring a book😭
username: yay another y/n pic 🔥🔥
username: stop she’s so cute 😭
username: i need to now how she looks like😫
landonorris: what book is she reading this time🥱
daniel3.jpg: i can’t even tell you because i swear i see a new book every 2 days
lilymhe: leave my book worm alone 😡
daniel3.jpg: actually she’s MY book worm
username: love how the only thing we know abt y/n is her hair and her love for books but somehow we all love her
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danielricciardo uploaded to his story !
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[caption 1; forcing him to take me to the book store 🙂‍↕️🤍 - y/n] [caption 2; read read readingggg, danny is 5 pages in i’m so proud of him lasting this long reading 💗💗 - y/n ]
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danielricciardo uploaded to their story !
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[caption 1; what to do when your girlfriend sends you stuff about the books she reads about??🤔] [caption 2; don’t worry everybody, an order for a pink watch has been placed]
alexandrasaintmleux get her the watch 😠
alexandrasaintmleux i see u got her the watch… good
danielricciardo took her shopping minutes after she sent the message 🫡
username God i see what u do for others ..
username ermmmm u get her the watch???🤔
yourusername the streets are saying they’re coming after u
danielricciardo i know u sent alexandra and the others after me 😞
yourusername oopsies😋
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danielricciardo: my bookworm 📚🐛🤍
tagged; yourusername
yourusername: thank u for dealing w my book obsession 🤍
danielricciardo: i’d make grand libraries just for you❤️
username: ME AND WHO???)-9;9
username: his reply this is so sickening
username: WE GOT A Y/N COMMENT YESSS
username: omg the bow stop that’s so cute 🥹
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ahalliance · 3 months ago
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antoine + étoiles insane moments, p.2. aka the ass saga. p1 here
transcript + context for some of the clips below
[Video Transcript:
[First clip plays.]
Rivenzi: You want to see Etoiles’ ass, of course…
Antoine: Yeah, I’m gonna stare at your ass, Etoiles…
Etoiles: Fuck, what dread, during Popcorn [a talkshow Etoiles had been invited on the previous week], when I went up to the map and you said that, and I thought ‘whoa—‘
Antoine: Sorry
[Second clip plays: the moment during Popcorn]
PA/Domingo: Antoine Daniel has posted a tweet for us: ‘I wanted to look at this map of Africa, but Etoiles’ ass in the shape of a standing bell is driving me crazy. Smiley face with eyes in the shape of hearts.’
[Third clip plays: a continuation of the first clip.]
Antoine: Sorry, bro…
Ponce: Oh but that tweet, besides
Rivenzi: A standing bell…
Antoine: What’s more is that I never tweet and when I do it’s to tweet this sort of shit
Ponce: That’s exactly what I told myself. When PA read the tweet, I thought to myself, ‘but he never tweets!’ And he tweets to talk about Etoiles’ ass
Antoine: There needs to be a good reason, you see
[Fourth clip plays: a clip from the Team du Lundi’s minecraft server.]
JDG: Someone (in chat) said, ‘I can’t tell whether the atmosphere is good tonight or—‘
Antoine: It sucks, it sucks
Florence: You don’t need to ask every time, it always sucks
Baghera: Always sucks. Especially when Etoiles talks about ass [which had been a previous topic of discussion for him that night]
Antoine: Stooop, I enjoy it
Mynthos: You enjoy it?
JDG: It’s true tonight that it’s more weird than bad
Antoine: I like it when Etoiles talks about ass….
[Fifth clip plays: a second and different clip from Popcorn.]
Etoiles: —you’re not allowed to tell me that [Xari claimed to not know much about cinema]. I know you, I studied, because you’re my rival [in pop culture]. I really enjoy what you do in life, Xari, and you’re really knowledgeable about cinema
Antoine: What do you mean he’s your rival? And I’m just shit?
Etoiles: You, you’re my lover
Antoine: Oh yeah, sorry, my bad
PA/Domingo: One of the three is gonna die soon. There’s a whole situation, there’s a whole lore
[Sixth clip plays: a clip from the QSMP.]
Antoine: Don’t you want to get married, dude?
Etoiles: Well, I don’t have the time to fuck
Antoine: What the fuck?!
Etoiles: I don’t have time to fuck, dude. I just need to kill everyone
Antoine: No but just a marriage, you see. You’ve watched Game of Thrones— you haven’t watched Game of Thrones, you can’t know how marriages work in that series
Etoiles: I’ve watched it, but I’m married to the street, dude. I can’t give out my heart that quickly
Antoine: Yeah but you can give out your ass quickly, no?
Etoiles: No, frankly, my ass—
Antoine: What the fuck?!
Etoiles: Giving out your ass takes time, dude
Antoine: What the fuck…
Etoiles: Then again, I need to think about it. I’ll give you my answer. I need to discuss, and everything
Antoine: I’m tired of getting betrayed. You get married with someone else—
Etoiles: Never in a million years!
Antoine: —it’s like yesterday. Apparently Maximus got the mic from his ass removed while I wasn’t there. I was supposed to be the one to do it
Etoiles: Oh okay, so I’m your second choice?
[Overlapping]
Antoine: No! It was just to help him—
Etoiles: No, but, okay
Antoine: He got— listen—
Etoiles: There’s no problem!
Antoine: Fuck, nevermind
Etoiles: There’s no issue! Oh, so you’re opening my chest and stealing?
Antoine: I was just looking! Out of curiosity
Etoiles: Yeah, that’s it
Antoine: I don’t even understand what’s in it
Etoiles: Yeah, out of curiosity. Dude, your opinion on my cave?
Antoine: Well frankly it’s big
end Video Transcript.]
#antoine daniel#etoiles#étoiles#jay clips#qsmp#<- this is an appropriate tag wait till the end . it makes up half the video too#4/08/2024#le fameux bol tibétain d’étoiles…. traduit pour les inters#and i call it a saga here because the clips here span from early 2021 to mid 2023#you know the first clips are old because antoine is still using twt at that point#not included here; a zlan 2024 clip where étoiles yells ‘fuck me in the ass’ (french) at antoine 👍#also not included ; a serveur du lundi clip where étoiles jokes about antoine having a leash at home#antoine denying this and étoiles saying ‘well i spent a weekend at your place’#????????? yeah sure why not#ALSO re the qsmp clip antoine brought up the marriage possibility after hearing about the upcoming spiderbit wedding <3#bro sounds so fucking needy in the clip it’s sending me . how can i make this into qantoine lore……. this WAS the period where things were#slowly changing within the french dynamic (aka . they were meeting and talking to new people) and qantoine was growing increasingly paranoi#about trusting people then……. him trying to hold onto someone he loves dearly because he’s not sure if he can keep up with him…..#anw some other translation type notes read if ur interested in that:#wasn’t quite sure on the best way to translate ‘l’angoisse’ here . i went with ‘dread’#literally it translates to ‘anxiety/anguish/dread/etc’ but it’s used in a very flippant way in slang#so anguish felt a bit strong here . when someone says ‘oh l’angoisse’ about something it’s usually to mean an uncomfortable or unusual#scenario . but the intensity of that very much varies#OH ALSO : if anyone wants the sources to each of these clips lmk#i may just add them here later when im less tired#insuline & nicotine
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logansargeantsbabymom · 3 months ago
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Yours For The Night
Charles Leclerc x Carlos Sainz x Lando Norris x Oscar Piastri x Daniel Ricciardo x Max Verstappen x George Russell x Lewis Hamilton x Fem!Reader
warnings: some nasty smut, like, its bad.
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I walked into the strip club, my heart pounding with anticipation. It was ladies' night, and I was meeting my girlfriends for a wild time. We were all ready to let loose and have some fun, and with the promise of Formula 1 drivers in the club, we knew it was going to be an exciting night.
As I entered, the music vibrated through my body, and I felt my pussy clench in anticipation. The club was dark, with bright spots illuminating the stage. I made my way through the crowd, scanning the room for my friends. Then I spotted them—a group of gorgeous men with intense eyes, their gazes fixed on the stage. My heart raced as I recognized Carlos, Daniel, and the others. They were even more handsome up close, and I felt a rush of excitement knowing that I'd be performing for them tonight.
I approached the stage, my body feeling electric. I was dressed to impress in black lace lingerie that hugged my curves and accentuated my legs. My hair tumbled over my shoulders, and I felt their eyes on me as I moved with sensual grace. I loved the power I felt as I danced, knowing that I could make these men desire me with just a look.
As I swayed to the beat, I caught the eye of one of the drivers, his intense gaze sending a shiver down my spine. I recognized him as Max, and I could see the hunger in his eyes. I licked my lips slowly, a promise of what was to come, and began to dance for him, my body moving seductively to the rhythm.
I could feel the other girls' eyes on me as well, a mixture of envy and excitement. I was the new girl, and tonight, I would make my mark. I approached a customer, a nervous-looking businessman, and straddled his lap, grinding my hips against him. I could feel his cock hardening beneath me, and I knew I was in control.
"That's it, baby, ride me," he muttered, his hands gripping my thighs.
I leaned forward, my breasts grazing his chest, and whispered, "You like that?"
He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. I ground my hips in slow circles, teasing him, feeling his desire building. Then, with a wicked smile, I slid off his lap and blew him a kiss, leaving him wanting more.
Making my way through the crowd, I felt a hand on my arm. I turned to find Daniel, his eyes burning with desire.
"You're incredible," he breathed, his voice hoarse. "What's your name?"
"Y/N," I replied, my voice low and seductive.
"Yn, hmm? Fitting for a girl like you." He stepped closer, his body hovering over mine. "Care to give me and my friends a private dance?"
My heart raced at the thought. "Of course. Lead the way."
Daniel guided me through the club, his hand on the small of my back, sending tingles down my spine. We entered a private room, and I felt my breath catch in my throat as I saw them all waiting—a pack of handsome, hungry wolves. Max, Daniel, Carlos, Lando, Logan, Lewis, George, and Oscar. My pussy throbbed at the thought of what was to come.
"So, beautiful, what's your price for the night?" Carlos asked, his thick Spanish accent sending a shiver down my spine.
I bit my lip, knowing this was my moment. "For you gentlemen, a special rate. $2000 for the entire night, and I'm all yours."
Their eyes widened, and I could see the desire burning in their gazes. "Done," Max growled, stepping forward. "Now, let's get comfortable."
As we settled into the private room, the tension was palpable. I could feel their eyes on me, taking in my every move. I felt like a goddess, powerful and desired. I approached them, my hands roaming over my body, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples, teasing them.
"Who wants to be first?" I purred, my eyes sparkling with mischief.
Max stepped forward, his eyes dark with lust. "I do," he growled, pulling me towards him.
I went to him, my body burning with need. His hands were on my hips, then moving down to cup my ass, pulling me against his hard cock. I could feel his length straining against his pants, and I wanted to feel it inside me.
With eager hands, I undid his belt, slid his pants down, and freed his throbbing cock. It sprang forward, thick and veins, and I couldn't wait to taste it. On my knees, I took him in my mouth, sucking and laving his length with my tongue. I heard his sharp intake of breath as I deep-throated him, my hand stroking his shaft.
"Fuck, Yn, that feels so good," Max groaned, his hands tangling in my hair.
I looked up at him, my eyes smoldering, as I bobbed my head, taking him as far as I could. I could feel his pre-cum on my tongue, and I moaned softly, loving the taste of him. The other guys watched, their eyes glazed with lust, stroking their own hard cocks as they anticipated their turn.
After teasing Max to the edge, I stood up, my body flushed with desire. Max turned me around and gently pushed me forward, bending me over. I felt his hands on my hips, then the tip of his cock at my entrance. With a sharp thrust, he buried himself inside me, filling me completely.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his hands gripping my hips as he began to move.
I moaned, my head falling back as he pounded into me. It had been a while since I'd felt a cock inside me, and Max's felt incredible. His thrusts were deep and hard, his hips slamming against my ass. I reached back, gripping his thighs as he drove into me, my moans filling the room.
The sight of us was too much for the others, and they shed their clothes, their cocks hard and ready. Logan stepped forward, his eyes locked on mine.
"Suck my cock, Yn," he growled, his voice hoarse with need.
I turned to him, kneeling before him, and took his length in my mouth. As Max continued to fuck me from behind, I sucked and licked Logan's cock, tasting the pre-cum leaking from the tip. I moaned around his shaft, my hands stroking his thighs as he gently thrust into my mouth.
"You're a natural-born cock sucker, aren't you?" Logan groaned, his eyes rolling back.
I hummed in response, my eyes never leaving his as I continued to pleasure him. The sensation of being used by these two men was overwhelming, and my pussy clenched around Max's cock, drawing a sharp cry from him.
"Fuck, Yn, your pussy is gripping me so tight," Max grit out, his hips snapping forward. "I'm gonna cum soon."
"Cum inside me," I begged, my voice breathy. "Fill me with your hot cum."
Max grunted, his body tensing as he unleashed his load, his cock twitching inside me. I cried out, my body shaking as I felt his hot cum spilling into me, marking me as his. Logan followed soon after, his hands fisting in my hair as he pumped his release down my throat. I swallowed every drop, milking him dry with my mouth.
As Max slipped out of me, I felt another cock at my entrance. Lando had positioned himself behind me, and with a gentle thrust, he slid into my cum-filled hole.
"Damn, baby, you're soaked," he groaned, his hips snapping forward.
The feeling of being so full sent me over the edge, and I cried out, my body trembling as an orgasm ripped through me. "Oh God, I'm cumming!"
Lando grunted, his cock thrusting harder as he chased his own release. "Fuck, your pussy is milking my cock, Yn. I'm gonna fill you up again."
True to his word, he spilled his seed inside me, adding to the mixture of cum filling my womb. I felt like a cum dumpster, and I loved every second of it.
One by one, the guys took their turns with me. Each of them used my body to satisfy their cravings, and I eagerly took them all. My pussy clenched around their cocks, milking their releases, and I reveled in the feeling of being their cum dumpster.
By the time they were all spent, my body was a mess. My hair was disheveled, my makeup smudged, and my skin glistened with a mixture of sweat and cum. I felt utterly satisfied and desired.
Daniel stepped forward, his eyes devouring me. "You're breathtaking, Yn."
Logan nodded in agreement. "I'm not done with her yet. I want to taste that sweet pussy."
I felt a jolt of excitement at his words. I lay back on the bed, spreading my legs wide, exposing my swollen, cum-drenched pussy to him. Logan knelt between my thighs, his eyes fixed on my most intimate area.
"You like being used, don't you, Yn? Being our cum dumpster?" he growled, his fingers dipping into my slick folds.
I whimpered, my body sensitive from the onslaught of orgasms. "Yes," I breathed, my eyes pleading. "Please, Logan."
With a smirk, he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking my juices off them, then dove between my legs. His tongue lapped at my sensitive clit, flicking and sucking, sending shocks of pleasure through me. His fingers plunged into my hole, fucking me with them as he ate me out.
"Oh my God, Logan, what are you doing to me?" I cried, my back arching off the bed as he brought me to the edge.
"Making you cum, baby, just like I promised," he growled, his eyes locking with mine as he worked me relentlessly.
And then, suddenly, I felt the explosion. My body tensed, and a scream tore from my throat as I came harder than I ever had before. My juices gushed out, coating Logan's face, and he lapped at me hungrily, savoring my release.
"That was incredible," I panted, my body trembling from the intensity of the orgasm.
"We're not done yet," Daniel said, stepping forward. "In fact, we're just getting started."
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The group of us, me and the guys, made our way back to Charles' place, just a short walk from the club. The night was young, and I had a feeling these guys were just getting started. I felt a buzz in my pussy, knowing that I was in for a wild ride with these hunks. 
As we entered Charles' home, a sleek and modern apartment with a view of the Monaco skyline, the guys wasted no time. They pushed me against the wall, their hands immediately roaming my body. I felt hands on my thighs, squeezing and lifting my skirt up. I giggled, feeling their urgency. 
Carlos, the Spanish hunk, pressed his lips against mine, his thick accent sending shivers down my spine. His hands found my breasts, squeezing and fondling my sensitive nipples. I moaned into his mouth as he whispered dirty promises in my ear. 
Meanwhile, Charles and Daniel worked on getting me out of my clothes. They ripped my top, exposing my breasts, and I didn't care. I wanted these men, and I wanted them now. Daniel, the oldest of the group, had a devilish look in his eye as he took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. Charles, on the other hand, was already unbuttoning my skirt, his fingers tracing the lace of my thong. 
I reached down, stroking Charles' hard cock through his pants. He groaned, pushing my hand away and replacing it with his own. He stroked himself, then teased my clit through the thin fabric of my panties. I squirmed, desperate for more. 
"She's so wet already," Charles commented, looking up at the group. 
I blushed, feeling my face heat up as they all watched me, their eyes hungry and full of desire. 
"Taste her," ordered Lewis, the tattooed Brit. 
Daniel needed no more encouragement. He pushed me back against the wall and dropped to his knees, burying his face between my thighs. I gasped as his tongue found my clit, circling and flicking it expertly. At the same time, Charles ripped my thong to the side, exposing my hole, and slid two fingers into my dripping pussy. 
"Fuck, she's tight," Charles groaned, moving his fingers in and out. 
I writhed against the wall, overwhelmed by the pleasure rushing through my body. My hands found their way to the heads of Max and George, pulling them towards me. I kissed Max, tasting myself on his lips, while I fondled George's thick cock through his pants. 
Lando, the youngest of the group, moved behind me, pressing his hardening dick against my ass. "You like being the center of attention, don't you, baby?" he whispered, nipping at my earlobe. 
I nodded, unable to form words as I was overwhelmed by the sensations. 
Lando smirked, reaching around to squeeze my breasts as he ground his erection against my ass. "You're gonna get all the attention you crave and more, I promise." 
Oscar, the Aussie, joined us, his eyes dark with desire. "Let's get this party started, shall we?" 
They moved me away from the wall, and I found myself being positioned on the couch, on all fours. My breasts hung down, and my ass was stuck up in the air, on full display. I felt vulnerable and so fucking turned on. 
Charles and Daniel positioned themselves in front of me, their hard cocks pointing at my face. I took Charles' length into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around the head while stroking Daniel's shaft. I loved the taste of their arousal, the saltiness of their pre-cum. 
Behind me, I felt the head of a cock pushing against my pussy lips. It was Carlos; I recognized his accent as he groaned, "Mierda, you're so fucking tight." 
He entered me slowly, filling me up as he held onto my hips. Once he was balls-deep, he started to thrust, his hips slapping against my ass. 
I whimpered around Charles' cock, the sensation of being filled from behind pushing me closer to the edge. 
Then I felt another presence behind me. It was Lando, his hands on my hips as he rubbed the head of his dick against my asshole. 
"You ready for this, baby? Ready for us to stretch you out?" he asked, his voice hoarse with need. 
I moaned my consent, eager for the feeling of being completely filled. 
Lando pushed into me, slowly but insistently, and I felt my ass expand to accommodate him. It burned, but in the best way possible. 
Below me, I felt a hand on my clit. It was Logan, the blond hunk, rubbing circles and adding to the overwhelming pleasure. 
I was being used, fucked, and worshipped by these Formula 1 drivers, and I loved every second of it. 
Charles and Daniel switched places, and I sucked Daniel's thick cock while Charles stood back to watch, stroking his own shaft. 
"Look at her go," he said, a note of awe in his voice. "She's a fucking pro." 
I felt a rush of satisfaction, knowing that I was pleasing them, but I needed more. 
"Charles, I need your cock," I pleaded, my voice thick with desire. 
He smiled, a wicked gleam in his eye, and moved behind Lando. Without hesitation, he entered my pussy, joining Carlos and stretching me to my limits. 
I whimpered, feeling so full, my body vibrating with pleasure. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, along with our moans and grunts of pleasure. 
Lando thrust into my ass in a steady rhythm, groaning, "Fuck, this pussy is so good, wrapping around my cock." 
Behind me, I felt hands on my hips, pulling me back onto their cocks. It was Logan and Oscar, each taking one of my hands and guiding it to their erections. I jerked them off as I continued to suck Daniel's cock, my mouth filled with his length. 
The room was filled with the lewd sounds of sex, and the air was thick with the scent of our arousal. My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. 
I was in a daze of ecstasy, being used by these men, feeling their desire. I lost track of time, submitting to their needs and mine. 
Charles was the first to unload, shouting as he filled my pussy with his hot cum. This set off a chain reaction, with Carlos and Lando adding their release to the mix, filling my holes with their warmth. 
I cried out around Daniel's cock, my own orgasm ripping through me. My body convulsed as I rode out the waves of pleasure, my pussy milking their cocks for every last drop. 
The guys switched places, and I found myself being stuffed again, this time with Logan and Oscar taking my holes. Charles moved in front of me, offering his cock to my mouth. I happily accepted, tasting the mixture of my juices and his cum on his length. 
It didn't take long for this new combination of cocks to push me over the edge again. Logan came first, shouting as he filled my ass, then Oscar, spilling into my pussy. Their release triggered another orgasm for me, and I came with their cocks buried deep inside me. 
The night continued, a blur of cock and cum. I lost count of how many times I came, how many times I felt them release inside me. I was theirs, and they made sure to mark me as theirs. 
By the end of the night, my body was spent, yet I felt more satisfied than ever before. These guys had shown me just how greedy and naughty they could be, and I loved every second of it.
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amid-fandoms · 5 months ago
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i don't know why this feels bigger than what they've done before. if it's a tour that would be great, but my gut feeling is for something else and i don't know why they would make a documentary if they don't plan to unveal truths they've never touched on before. that terrifies me immensely
especially considering all the old footage they've hinted at/had in the background of that clip and story/referenced lately... it doesn't feel like a tour promo, it feels like a memory lane journey and what else would that mean for us if not putting history into a new perspective?
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bnecaz · 9 months ago
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picnic w my cat
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Kang haerin x f!reader
Warning: Just cute.. kisses...that's all I think?..hyein teases you two (nothing suggestive PLEASE) bad writing again
summary: Danielle's idea of ​​a picnic for you and your grumpy girlfriend haerin! At least she agreed! (she was forced
haerin is green and you are purple
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—Let's go haerin!" you murmur as you pull haerin's hands while she is lazily on the sofa while closing her eyes and frowning, next to her is Hyein trying to push her "unnie...stop being lazy!"
You hear haerin purr lazily "I don't want to get up..our picnic can be right here on the dorm floor.." she murmurs and throws herself more on the sofa while hyein and you snort at the same time and you roll your eye
“I'll give all the tomatoes to danielle to eat then!" and then like a flash you see haerin open her eyes "good..I'll go then..but it's only because you and hyein are forcing me.." she murmurs and looks away I glance at Hyein who gives a smile and claps "YEAH! WE DID IT!" and gets up from the sofa doing a dance that was definitely danielle's suggestion
haerin squints her eyes and looks away from hyein "I want to eat the tomatoes, let's go" and then she simply gets up and heads towards the door "I'll carry you this time, I don't want to fall like before" before leaving the door leaving you and hyein look at each other then hyein bursts into laughter and you roll your eyes pretending to feel offended "it's just her personality, she wants to carry me!" you mumble and grab the basket of food "I'm telling the truth!" and you just hear hyein murmur in agreement before opening the door and walking out in search of haerin
"Wait for me haerin!" you mumble as you run to her and she's already on the bike waiting for you to get on "hurry up!" She murmurs and you roll your eyes and walk towards her, placing the food in the bicycle basket and then getting on the back of the bike "hold on to my waist" Haerin murmurs as she adjusts the food basket in front of her and you do what she asked, then she takes the get off the ground and start pedaling
It doesn't take long to arrive, when you arrive at the place it's quite empty, there are just a few babies playing with their parents and some ducks in the lake, when you get off the bike and get the basket with food you wait for Haerin to pull over the bike and pick it up. her hand pulling her to the place where you will put the towel without giving her time to complain, you can see her murmur and blush a little as she lets you take her to the place
"oooh...it's so beautiful.." you murmur as you give Haerin the basket to hold and take the towel and place it on the floor, sitting down and then taking Haerin's hand to put the food on the towel, while you do this haerin sits down and adjusts herself comfortably, facing you, when you finish and look at haerin she is so focused on watching you and thinking about life that she forgets that you are looking at her too, when she realizes she looks away and a little mockery comes out of her lips while she looks at the food and looks for the tomato
tomato..." she mutters unconsciously and takes the tomato and puts a whole one in her mouth, biting into it "that's your favorite thing, right..." you mutter while watching her eat it so quickly as if she were afraid you'd want to eat it too , but then you are surprised, she takes two small tomatoes from the bag and offers them to you, extending her hand and looking at you while you look on in surprise "eat...hm...now" You smile and mumble a small "thank you" as you take it from her hands and shove it in your mouth, and you swear you can see a small smile on her face before she turns away to eat more tomatoes.
You then slide a little to her side and you can see her staring at you blankly as you settle into her and put your head on her shoulder, you can feel her heart racing, but she continued with her monotonous expression while eating tomatoes
“hyein said we looked cute" you murmur softly as you look at the sky with beautiful clouds "I think you're actually cute" haerin murmurs indifferently and then blinks a few times and looks away at you when he feels one of his shoulders shaking for you laughing
Why did you say that?..” you mumble between small laughs and get up from her shoulder looking at her now and she stays silent, so you just smile and give haerin a soft kiss on the cheek, you can see how she blushes and eats the tomatoes to disguise it while looking away
haerin doesn't respond, but it's okay, she always does that and it doesn't mean she hated it, so you look at the sky and smile "that looks like bunnies..." you say softly when you see a cloud and haerin looks and shakes his head positively and then looks at you, but you don't notice and continue looking at the clouds
until soft, cold lips like haerin's are attached to yours, that didn't feel right, it's very rare for haerin to initiate a kiss with you, in public.
you feel one of haerin's hands curl around the back of your neck and you give her a smile and continue kissing her, she smells like tomatoes.. when you pull away she has the smallest smile possible but at least she's smiling so you give one smile bigger "I love you haerin" and she blushes and looks away as if she was thinking a little, then murmurs "me too.."
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