#emchante

[bonbonly]

college au! daniel.. people (me) died.. i LOVE college/uni au’s so lord, sign me up. especially because i actually have my own variation of student! daniel brewing.. nsfw obvi but.. another au about it? tell me more 🫵

no em omg because i have this WHOLE idea it's crazy, lemme drop a thot - i mean erm, thought

bon's thoughts (18+) (exhibition, p in v, calling reader a whore/slut, i got carried away again lol)

collegeau! daniel ricciardo is definitely your best friend. the both of you constantly have to leave lecture halls because he keeps acting like he's in high school, throwing a pencil at you and leaning in to whisper some crude joke about whatever you were learning in class. you have to clamp a hand over your mouth and snicker quietly.

it's like having two class clowns in class, one is clearly trying to do everything he can to get expelled, and the other (you) is still trying to focus on your classes while doing something that has the whole class laughing. and so it becomes a game between danny and you, who's going to outdo each other in class and make each other break first. the challenge would start in a week, and danny wiggled his brows and with a haughty look loudly declared that he was def going to win.

most of the days follow you biting into your knuckles to not laugh out loud, or danny burying his face in his hands, his body shaking as he tries everything he could to not let the giggles out. surprisingly, danny breaks first and it wasn't even in front of the class.

he joined you in the library after he finished playing basketball with his friends. his cap on backwards, his sweat stained shirt dampened just enough so you could see the outlines of his abs. you scoffed, going back to your notes because "playtime was over daniel" but when he took off his shirt and tossed it at you because he knew how you hated the smell of sweat, you rolled your eyes and said "ok whore"

and that made him laugh out loud with wide eyes, "e-excuse me?" he asked, which had you giggling. there's a dark glint in his eyes that you failed to notice, his big grin seemed to mask all his intentions.

that little game you had now transformed into something else. you were still trying to out-do each other, but in a very different way. daniel would purposely roll up the sleeves of his white tee for your friends to ogle at his glistening arms after an intense workout. you'd wear an extremely tight jumpsuit when you offered to bring him his homework in front of his friends. daniel, being impressed, decided to go even further one day and undressed down to his boxers in front of your group of girls when they were loitering behind the bleachers to look at the athletes. he flashed a smile at you, waving innocently despite the unimpressed look you gave him. he was starting to annoy you now, because all your friends could only talk about daniel! daniel's so hot, daniel's so funny, did you see daniel the other day? he had his hands in his curls, i wanna tug his curls when he's-

and your resolve snapped, so you decided to put your entire life into winning this challenge once and for all. it was daniel's birthday and he invited all his friends and even for your friends to his house! you weren't really the type to stay up that late, so he wasn't really expecting you to show up. and then his eyes widen at the sight of you in that red crop top, he could see a glimpse of your underboobs and the tiniest mini-skirt to match. when you bent over, he could see that you weren't wearing panties.

ok whore, he thinks to himself, a massive smirk on his face. you really outdid him tonight.

so when his friends, all drunk out of their minds, decide to get a bit too handsy with you, daniel chuckles and pulls you upstairs to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

"ok who won?" he asks, and you pretend to not know what he's talking about.

"won what?"

"our challenge? because im ready to let you be the winner," he throws his hands in the air, taking defeat. you frown, usually daniel was all about winning.

"and why do you want me to be the winner?" you raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms.

"because i'm so fucking hard right now, and if my friends even dare touch you, i might fuck you right in front of them," daniel exclaims, glaring at you to even dare think about messing with his friends. he should know you by now, though. you've been best friends for years. and that smirk you had wasn't really convincing him that you'd pass up on his threat.

"i guess you won then, ah fuck, sweetheart," daniel groans as he has you bouncing his cock, facing his friends who are cheering him on. your crop top is torn to shreds on the ground, and daniel's hands roll your nipples, loving the way you whine out loud. he scowls at one of his friends who gets a bit too close for his liking and his hands fall down to grab your hips, bucking his hips harder and faster, "fuck, she's mine, and only mine. she's my fucking slut, nobody touches her except for me."

his words only spur you on, and pretty soon you're cumming around his cock which is still bullying into you at an ungodly pace. you have nothing to hold on to, and your head falls back onto his shoulder as he continues his abuse, "fuck, fuck, fuck, you're so good, fuck i should've done this a long time ago. we were too busy cracking jokes huh?"

you can't even respond because now he's rubbing hard circles on your oversensitive clit, ensuring that you orgasm once more. you shake your head, trying to squirm away but he clicks his tongue, shaking his head mockingly, "ah, ah, ah, baby, you wanted this remember? show my friends how you're gonna milk my cock again, show them how much you love me, show them what my best friend is gifting me for my birthday"

you're screaming as you cum for the second time, and daniel's peppering kisses onto your cheek, reminding you that you still had the entire night to celebrate his birthday AND your win.

[filthyf1]

OHHHH MY GOD....

THE SHOWER HEAD?????? It obviously has multiple settings, and he knows exactly which ones to use on you... but he pulls it away before you can come. So much orgasm denial... you're literally begging him to finish the job. You're shaking but he holds you up against the shower wall. The steam from the scalding water makes you breathless in the best way.

He's such a fucking tease.

DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE WET CURLS....

You're in there until the water runs cold and you have goosebumps all over. But that doesn't stop him from carrying you to the bed and fucking you senseless there.

AHHHH THANK U SO MUCH FOR READING MY FIC <3

I'M GLAD YOU LIKED IT AND I ALREADY HAVE OTHER PROMPTS SWIRLING AROUND IN MY DOME.

rn the one occupying my brain is reader x daniel in the shower.... dear lord.... reader is in the shower and catches Daniel admiring... things devolve from there....

😈 (filthyf1)

AHHH, of course!! it was so good, love love loved it<3<3

AND OH?? 👀 god i love a good shower fic.. so much potential. dare i say.. shower head orgasm but daniel is controlling it.. choosing if/when he wants you to cum, you have no control what so over. you’re just desperate for any pleasure he’ll give you, a whining, soaking (literally) mess for him.

eating you out with your back to the wall? one leg hiked over his shoulder as your hand makes its way into his wet curls, pushing him further and making sure that big nose bumps right against your clit.

the thought of him fucking you against the shower wall? tits smushed against the freezing cold tiled wall, adding to the overstimulation.

i could go ON about shower sex, but i can’t wait to see what you come up with and write 👀 you’re welcome back to discuss this if you’d like<3<3

[bunny-jpeg]

finally made an introduction post after a million years! also thank you to @emchante for helping me figure out how to do a master-list of all my fics and how to organize them. (i owe you my life, thank you) so that'll be happening eventually, just have to go through all the fics! <3

[arieslost]

just seen ur rb of my franco fic on ur recs account and i’m honoured to have it be one of your favourite fics <33

em!!! hi!!! it was literally so good i was having heart palpitations like omg. also i can’t believe i wasn’t following you???? you’re so talented 🥰

[dearestfirstenchanter]

shout-out to Robyn Surana for being the worst healer out of all my protagonists, whilst also being from the game with the most healing options. there's something deeply wrong with her at the core and i am obsessed.

[awesamcozy]

30 percent chance of people outside my house…. eh i’ll brave it without a jacket

George: dream is streaming rn we should probably check the mail while we can :/

[agentmatt6]

One thing I got to admire is the small details about the letter/word orientation in Minecraft games like the secret messages in Illager Runes in Minecraft: Dungeons, with some words being forwards and the sentence backwards or written vertically across 4 columns

OKAY, SO- "A Minecraft Movie" trailer was released yesterday, and there were these symbols on the cube. I looked at it for an hour, and couldn't understand what was going on there.

AND ONLY TODAY'S MORNING I FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT.

"IRON GOLD STONE GATE HEAD HOME"!

I emptied my mind, freeing all thought, just to let this realization move in.

[djohnhopper]

FANTASY: the winter prince... The Winter Prince, if not quite here yet, is well on his way... Dark fantasy posts - gods, gods in the making, dreams, enchantment, magic... For this and more, just follow the link: https://johnhopperwriter.blogspot.com/

[thef1diary]

Anytime, Anywhere | D. Ricciardo

Kinktober 4/11 - Free Use

Summary: it didn’t matter if you were in the safety of your home or not, Daniel could have you whenever he wanted.

warnings: 18+ smut, consensual free use, unprotected sex, slight breast play, lil bit of degradation, praise kink, fingering, Daniel’s like obsessed w your cunt

please note, though not explicitly mentioned, the free use arrangement is completely consensual from both sides aka no one is doing anything they don’t want to. also, huge thank you to @emchante for proofreading this, love you loads!

wc: 4.5k

kinktober masterlist

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The kitchen is warm, filled with the comforting scent of herbs and spices simmering on the stove. You’re standing by the counter, chopping vegetables, the rhythm of the knife steady against the cutting board. It’s a quiet moment, one where you’d normally lose yourself in the task, but you can already feel Daniel’s presence approaching behind you.

“Danny, can you help me with—” The words are barely out of your mouth when you feel him press up against you from behind, his hands sliding around your waist, his chest firm. His lips find the curve of your neck instantly, peppering kisses all over.

You let out a soft sigh, tilting your head to the side to give him more access, but you try to keep your focus on the vegetables in front of you. Your movements slowed down, the rhythmic chopping faltering as his kisses grew insistent. His teeth grazed your skin lightly, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Daniel…” you murmured, but there’s no hint of resistance in your voice.

“I’m right here,” he murmured against your neck, his voice low. His hands roam lower, over your hips before dipping under the hem of your skirt. His featherlight touch glides over your inner thighs before grasping on the fabric, slowly pulling it up until it’s bunched around your waist.

Your breath catches in your throat as the cool air hits your skin, and though you try to keep chopping, your focus splinters under the heat of his touch. His fingers graze over the bare skin of your hips and trailing lower, until he reaches the space where your panties should’ve been. But there’s nothing. Just you, completely exposed and ready for him.

His soft chuckle vibrates against your neck, lips still ghosting over your skin. “Good girl,” he mutters, his voice a rough whisper. The praise sends a wave of warmth through you, your cunt’s wetness slicking your thighs as evidence.

Daniel’s hand lingers between your thighs, fingers gliding over your folds with deliberate teasing strokes. Ever since the two of you had agreed on this, there was no point in wearing anything that might get in the way of what he wanted.

You’d stopped wearing panties completely, abandoning them in favor of clothing that granted him easy access whenever the mood struck. Skirts had become your uniform—simple, accessible, and a constant reminder of your submission to him. All he needed to do was lift the hem, and you were his, no flimsy barriers in place.

Over time, he’d indulge you with a wardrobe full of skirts, each one shorter than the last. With every new skirt, the tease was more potent, the air against your bare skin constantly reminding you that you were his for the taking, any time he desired.

He’d spoiled you this way, every hemline a bit more revealing, every breeze between your legs a subtle promise of what was to come. And now, as his fingers glide over your wetness, you know exactly why you’d agreed to it. The ease with which he could take control of your body was intoxicating, leaving you vulnerable in the best possible way.

His fingers part your slick folds as he dips into your wetness, collecting it on his fingertips. He hums in low approval, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. He sucks them clean, savouring the taste with a deep, satisfied groan.

Daniel’s body pressing you firmly against the counter is the only thing keeping you upright as your focus shifts from the task at hand to the overwhelming presence behind you. The rich, earthy aroma of herbs and spices simmering on the stove fades into the background, eclipsed by the intoxicating scent of Daniel—something undeniably masculine, warm, and familiar. His scent wraps around you, filling your senses as he holds you there, exposed and vulnerable.

His hand doesn’t stay idle for long. He reaches for the neckline of your shirt, fingers hooking under the fabric, and with one swift motion, he pulls it down. The cool air hits your bare chest, and your nipples harden immediately. You gasp at the sudden exposure, your body arching into the pleasure. You never bothered with bras at home, not when Daniel made it clear he preferred you without them.

“Just the way I like it,” Daniel mutters, his large hands cup your boobs, playing with the soft, supple mounds. His thumbs circle your nipples, teasing them with a featherlight touch that has you biting your lip, struggling to hold back a moan.

You suck in a sharp breath as he toys with you, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. You can feel him grinning against your neck, savouring the way your body responds to him without resistance. Your thighs tremble, wetness slicking your skin as you try, and fail, to stay focused on the task in front of you.

“Drop the knife,” he commands, his voice barely above a whisper, but the authority in it is undeniable. The tone sends a shiver down your spine, your fingers instantly loosening their grip on the handle. The knife clatters to the counter, forgotten as his hands slide down your body with purpose. Compliance comes easily, a reflex born out of the silent understanding between you.

He grips your hips, tugging you with him as he takes a few steps back, pressing your ass against his clothed cock. His rough palms spread your cheeks apart, and you hear the low groan of approval as he watches your arousal drip down your pussy and onto your thighs.

“Fuck,” Daniel muttered, his voice thick with lust. “Look at you… already so wet.”

You whimper, the sound barely leaving your throat as his fingers brush lightly over your folds, spreading your wetness further. You can feel him watching you, the intensity of his gaze heavy as he marvels at the way your body responds to him. You don’t dare to move, don’t even think of it, not when you know exactly what’s coming next.

Without warning, he reaches forward and swipes the cutting board out of the way, sending the vegetables scattering. His grip on your hips tightens as he bends you over the counter, pressing your chest flat against the cool surface. The sudden shift makes your breath hitch, and you brace yourself, palms splayed out on the flat surface beside you, your body already trembling with anticipation.

Daniel wastes no time. His hands grip your hips firmly, and you can feel the rough fabric of his jeans grazing against the back of your thighs. He hadn’t even bothered to take them off completely, too desperate to get inside you. The sensation of the denim biting into your skin is the only warning you get before he pushes into you—thick, unrelenting, and all at once.

A gasp escapes your lips, sharp and breathless, as your mouth falls open in shock. He stretches you to the limit, filling you completely in one brutal thrust.

“That’s it,” he growls, his hand slipping to the back of your neck, holding you in place. “Take it.”

The pleasure is immediate and overwhelming, your body instinctively arching to meet his rough thrusts. Each movement is purposeful, brutal, and all-consuming. You can feel how desperate he is to claim you, to remind you of exactly who you belong to. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the kitchen, mixed with your broken moans and the low groans coming from Daniel.

His hand moves down to your ass, spreading you wider as he watches himself disappear inside you, over and over again. The filthy sound of your slickness meeting each thrust fills the room, and he curses under his breath, eyes locked on the sight.

“You’re s’good for me,” Daniel grunts, pounding into you harder. “So eager to let me use you.”

Your mind blanks, your nails scraping against the countertop as you nod frantically, unable to form a coherent response. The only thing grounding you is the feeling of him inside you, fucking you like he owns you—and in this moment, he does.

“Fuck, Daniel…” you moan, voice shaky, barely audible over the sound of his cock thrusting into you.

He leans down, his chest pressing against your back, lips brushing against your ear. “You were made for this,” he muttered, his pace quickening, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “Made to be fucked like this. Mine to take whenever I want.”

His words send you spiraling, your body tightening around him as the pleasure builds to a breaking point. He can feel it, too, the way your pussy clenches around his cock, and it only spurs him on, his hips slamming into yours.

“You gonna cum for me?” he breathes, his voice ragged with exertion. His hand snakes between your legs, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles that push you over the edge. “Cum all over my cock.”

It’s too much. The heat of his body, the roughness of his voice, the relentless pace—it all crashes over you in a wave of ecstasy. Your body shakes violently as you fall apart beneath him, your orgasm ripping through you, leaving you breathless and trembling as you moan his name.

Daniel isn’t far behind. With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his grip on your hips bruising as he groans, spilling inside you. The sound of his release sends one last shudder of pleasure through your body, your mind blissfully blank as he slowly pulls out, leaving you empty and spent.

You collapse against the counter, your legs shaky and weak, trying to catch your breath. Daniel stands behind you, his hands still gripping your hips as he leans down, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. “Now, what did you need help with?”

— — —

The gym is filled with the pounding beat of Daniel’s workout playlist, the bass reverberating off the walls. It’s a fast-paced mix, perfectly matching the intensity of his solo workout. Sweat clings to his skin, muscles flexing with every movement as he powers through his sets. He’s deep in the zone, the rhythm of the music syncing with the repetition of lifting, his breath steady and controlled.

You step in quietly, drawn by the sound of the music and the sight of Daniel’s toned body moving effortlessly through his routine. You don’t acknowledge him, knowing full well he’s focused on his workout, and head to the far corner of the gym, rolling out your mat. You’re dressed in a tight workout set—shorts that hug your curves and a sports bra that offers little in the way of modesty. It’s an outfit you’ve worn many times before, but today it feels different.

You drop into a series of stretches, starting with a deep forward bend, reaching for your toes. As you move, the tight fabric of your shorts clings to your skin in a way that’s impossible to ignore. The material molds to every curve of your body, hugging your thighs and pressing against your bare pussy—because you hadn’t bothered with panties. Or rather, you weren’t allowed to. Not when Daniel made it clear that panties were unnecessary.

With every stretch, the fabric pulls tighter against your cunt, the friction sending an unintentional wave of heat through you. You shift your hips, trying to focus on loosening your muscles, but it’s hard to ignore the way the material rubs against your bare skin, each movement causing a small pulse of arousal to build inside you.

You spread your legs wider, sinking deeper into the stretch, your mind momentarily focused on the satisfying pull in your hamstrings. But as your body shifts, you’re unaware of just how exposed you are. The tight material catches between your lips, pressing into your folds so much that it feels like you’re barely wearing anything at all.

You think it’s just the lack of underwear that’s making you feel so bare, convinced the sensation is all in your head. What you don’t realize is how truly visible you are—your pussy completely framed and outlined by your shorts, the thin fabric offering almost no coverage. It clings to every detail, highlighting the shape of your folds, as if the material is struggling to keep anything hidden. It’s almost obscene, the way your cunt is on display, but you remain oblivious, stretching and moving as if you’re not practically naked.

In reality, it would be better if you were completely nude, because at least then, the exposure would be intentional.

Daniel notices. He’s been watching you from the moment you walked in, his eyes tracking every movement as you stretch. The way your muscles flex and your body moves, wrapped in that tight workout set, has his blood running hot.

Daniel watches you with a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips, eyes glued to the sight between your spread legs. He’s more than pleased—thrilled, really—that even here, outside the privacy of your home, you follow his rule without hesitation. No panties. It may be a private gym, secluded and safe, but it’s the principle that gets him going. You’re obedient, even when you don’t realize just how exposed you are.

The music blares in the background, but it’s nothing compared to the sudden surge of desire that courses through him. His workout forgotten, Daniel sets down his weights and strides toward you, his eyes never leaving the curve of your ass as you drop to all fours in another stretch. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t announce his presence; he just watches, drawn to how the material of your shorts has ridden up, caught between your legs, displaying the full shape of your cunt.

You don’t hear him approach. Too focused on the burning stretch in your muscles, you arch your back, completely unaware that Daniel is standing right behind you. That is, until you feel it—his large, warm hand cups your pussy through your shorts, pressing with deliberate, unrelenting pressure. The shock of it sends a gasp spilling from your lips, and your body freezes at the sudden, unexpected contact.

“Daniel,” you gasp, your voice barely audible over the thumping music.

He doesn’t respond with words, only action. His grip tightens as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles through the material. His other hand grips your hip, keeping you steady as his fingers play with you, nudging your swollen clit with the same practiced ease that has your breath hitching.

The sensation is maddening, the rough drag of the fabric against your sensitive skin making it impossible to think straight. Your legs part wider instinctively, inviting him to do more, to take what he wants. His fingers trace along your slit, running up and down your folds, gathering the wetness that has seeped through your shorts.

Just as you’re sure he’s going to pull your shorts down and give you what your body craves, Daniel surprises you. With a swift, rough motion, he yanks your shorts even tighter against your pussy, pulling the material harshly up between your lips. The pressure is immediate and intense, the fabric digging into your clit, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through you that rips a moan from your throat. Your body arches into his touch, completely at his mercy.

“Look at you,” he growls softly, his voice laced with a filthy edge. “So fucking desperate, you should’ve just walked in with your pussy out, ready for me.”

His grip still firm on the waistband, keeping the material taut against your cunt, while his other hand slides down, giving your pussy a light tap, making you gasp as the sharp sting of pleasure mixes with the aching need that’s building between your legs. The second and third time he brings his fingers down, it’s directed at your clit protruding through the tightened fabric, each gentle slap sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through you.

But just as quickly as it began, it’s over. Daniel steps back, his touch disappearing, leaving you panting, your body buzzing with unfulfilled desire. You glance over your shoulder, expecting him to continue, to fill your cunt—instead, he’s already walking back to his weights as if nothing happened.

The heat between your legs throbs, the feeling of his hands lingering long after he’s let go. You’re left hot and bothered, your pussy slick and swollen, but Daniel doesn’t seem to care. This is what he likes most about your arrangement — it’s not always about him using you to get off. No, sometimes it’s about watching you fall apart under his touch, teasing you until you’re aching for more and then forcing you to return to your mundane tasks as if nothing ever happened.

You finish your stretches, the lingering heat from Daniel’s touch burning in your skin, the wetness between your legs undeniable. Your shorts are already sticking to you, soaked from when his fingers slid over your slit. It’s hard to focus on anything else, but you need to move on, to pretend like you’re not dripping wet and aching for him to finish what he started.

Taking a deep breath, you walk over to the weights, setting yourself up for squats, your body instinctively falling into the rhythm of the workout. The bar rests heavy on your shoulders as you lower yourself, the strain of your muscles distracting you only for a moment from the throbbing between your legs.

You bite your lip, trying to concentrate, but the sensation is impossible to ignore, the fabric no longer doing anything to hide how turned on you are.

You can’t ignore Daniel’s presence, no matter how hard you try to focus on your workout. It’s like a thick, lustful cloud surrounding you, suffocating your concentration with every heavy breath he takes. Every grunt, every clink of metal as he lifts weights echoes through the gym over the music, making your core tighten with each sound. He had taken his shirt off now, sweat glistening over the hard planes of his chest, his muscles flexing with every movement.

You pretend to keep your focus, but you can feel it—the weight of his gaze burning into your skin. He’s watching you. Waiting.

You lower yourself again, your muscles quivering with the effort, but it’s not the workout that’s making your legs tremble. It’s the slick heat between your thighs, the way your soaked shorts cling to your skin, rubbing against your clit with every movement.

You feel his presence before you see him, the space between you shrinking as he steps closer. By the time you rise from your squat, Daniel is right in front of you, his eyes dark with intent. He doesn’t waste a second—his hands move instantly, cupping your tits through your sports bra as you try to finish your set. His fingers knead the sensitive flesh, thumbs brushing over your already hard nipples, making you gasp and falter under the weight of both the bar and his touch.

“You really think I’m going to let you finish this workout?” Daniel’s voice is low, husky, dripping with lust. “Not with the way you walked in here practically bare.”

Your breath hitches, legs shaking as his hands roam over your body. You try to maintain control, to focus on the bar resting on your shoulders, but the way Daniel’s fingers trace along your sides, slipping down to your waist, makes it impossible to concentrate. He’s everywhere, his touch overwhelming, possessive.

“Save your energy, baby,” he murmurs, leaning in close until his lips brush your ear. “You’re going to need it. You know I’m not stopping until you’re dripping in this fucking gym.”

His words send a fresh wave of heat surging through you, your cunt throbbing in response.

You shakily place the weight back into its spot, and as soon as your hands are free, they instinctively reach out to him, sliding over his sweat-slicked chest. The hard muscles beneath his skin flex under your palms, and you can’t help but bite your lip as you trace the lines of his abs, your mind already fogging with lust.

Daniel grabs your wrists, pulling you closer with a wicked grin, guiding you towards a workout bench. Your back meets the padded surface as he presses you down onto the bench. His hands move with purpose, pushing your thighs apart until you’re splayed open for him, your cunt visibly outlined by the damp fabric of your shorts.

Daniel’s fingers find the soaked material between your legs, pulling the fabric away from your dripping cunt, and pinching it until the wetness coats his fingertips.

His eyes darken as he looks at you. “Let’s make this easier, hmm?”

With a sudden, sharp motion, he tears the fabric right over your pussy, the sound of it ripping echoing through the gym now that his playlist had ended. The cool air hits your exposed, dripping cunt, making you shiver, but it’s Daniel’s fingers that make you gasp. He wastes no time, slipping two fingers between your folds, gathering your slickness as he drags them over your clit.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he whispers, his voice thick with lust as he circles your clit with slow, teasing strokes. His other hand slides up your body, pinching your nipple through your bra, sending a fresh wave of heat flooding your core. “You’re going to take whatever I give you, aren’t you? Right here, on this bench.”

Your body arches into his touch, legs spreading wider as you nod frantically, unable to form words. The thought of being taken right there, out in the open, dripping all over the equipment, makes your cunt throb with anticipation.

Daniel chuckles darkly, leaning down to nip at your ear as his fingers keep torturing your swollen clit. “Good girl. Now stay still, because I’m not stopping until you’re soaked in more than just sweat.”

In one fluid motion, Daniel pulls his cock out, thick and heavy in his hand, and the sight alone makes your walls clench in anticipation. He positions himself, the tip teasing the wetness between your folds, just barely brushing against your sensitive, slick skin. You’re so ready, your body practically begging for him, your pussy already pulsing with need as he slowly pushes into you. Inch by inch, he fills you through the hole in your torn shorts, stretching you in the most delicious way.

A guttural moan escapes you, your body trembling as he sinks deeper, the sensation of his cock sliding into your tight warmth overwhelming your senses. He doesn’t stop until he’s buried to the hilt, filling you completely, your walls hugging him snugly. For a moment, all you can feel is the way he fits so perfectly inside you, leaving you breathless and needy.

Daniel’s grip on your waist tightens, and he starts to move, his hips rolling into you with a slow but intense rhythm. Each thrust sends a shockwave of pleasure through you, driving deeper with every motion. His fingers find your swollen clit again, rubbing in circles that match the pace of his hips, the pressure building with each stroke.

You can feel yourself teetering on the edge, your moans growing desperate, your body arching off the bench as the pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside you. He holds your legs apart, his thrusts becoming more intense, more deliberate, each one hitting that perfect spot inside you. The tension builds, and you can feel it—you’re about to squirt.

He pulls out just before you lose control. He taps your soaked cunt with his cock, the sensation almost too much as he rubs your clit, coaxing the orgasm out of you.

Your body shudders violently, and you cry out as your juices gush from you, soaking his cock and thighs. He keeps rubbing your clit, pushing you to the edge of overstimulation, making you gush even more. The wetness pools beneath you, and just when you think you can’t take any more, he slides back inside you in one swift thrust.

The feeling of him filling you again, his cock sliding through your slickness, sends you spiraling. He doesn’t hold back now, each thrust harder and faster than the last. Your body trembles, on the brink of another orgasm as he pounds into you, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with every stroke.

“Come on, cum for me,” Daniel growls, his voice strained as he drives deeper, feeling your walls flutter around him. “I wanna feel you cum all over my cock.”

You can’t hold back any longer. Your body tenses, and with a broken moan, you fall over the edge, your cunt clenching tight around him as your orgasm rips through you. The pleasure is blinding, waves of heat crashing over you as your body spasms uncontrollably beneath him.

With one last deep thrust, Daniel groans, his grip on your hips tightening as he fills you, his cock pulsing as he spills into you, the heat of his cum mixing with your own. He holds you there, completely still for a moment, his cock twitching inside you as you both come down from the high.

When Daniel finally pulls out, the sensation of emptiness makes you whimper, and almost immediately, his cum begins to leak from the torn hole in your shorts. The warmth of it drips down onto the padded surface beneath you, mixing with your own slickness. Your legs are still spread wide, your body trembling, utterly spent and exposed.

Daniel stands over you, his eyes roaming over your flushed skin, your trembling thighs, and the mess between your legs. A satisfied smirk curls his lips. “Guess you’re gonna need to change,” he says, his voice low and teasing, like this is all part of some game you didn’t realize you were playing.

Still catching your breath, you blink up at him, the haze of pleasure lingering in your mind. “Shit… I didn’t bring a change of clothes,” you manage to murmur, your heart racing at the realization.

Daniel’s eyes darken with amusement, and he shrugs, completely unfazed. “No worries,” he says, like it’s the most casual thing in the world. “You can walk home like that, shower later.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief, your pulse quickening at the thought of leaving like this, with a torn hole in your shorts and his cum leaking out of you. “You want me to walk home with my pussy out? You ripped my shorts, Daniel. I can’t walk around like this!”

He chuckles, stepping closer, his fingers tracing the edges of the torn fabric. “You were such a good girl for me, coming here without panties, knowing damn well how easy it’d be for me to get inside you. And now? Since you forgot a change of clothes, you’re gonna have to walk home like the little slut you are, with my cum leaking out of you and that hole in your shorts.”

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[harianaswhore]

⟡ ₘₐₓ ᵥₑᵣₛₜₐₚₚₑₙ ₂ ⟡

NONE OF THESE ARE WRITTEN BY ME

ᵐʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʳᵉᶜˢ ᶠ¹ ʳᵉᶜˢ

— ᶠᴸᵁᶠᶠ ⟡

flowers are a language of their own - @lightsoutletsgo

i'm not clingy, you're clingy (^)

little verstappen - @lxclerc

cat-quette - @charles-leclerizz

missed her too - @s1ipstream

THE birkin (^)

lover boy - @poetsblvd

falling for you - @astonmartingf

big baby - @youaresimplylovely

shoot an arrow through my heart - @shootingstar-scuderia

freckle kisses - @auggieblogs

she's mine - @sunny44

GQ couples quiz - @luvmali

possessive hand-holding - @coff33andb00ks

streaming - @foreveradreamaway

spooning at night - @maxlarens

random kisses - @dreamauri

and they were roommates (suggestive) - @itsallyscorner

snippy tongue and all (tw: jos verstappen) - @imnameimswrld

timeless desire - @mrsfancyferrari

anything - @oconswrld

drunked loyalty - @charlotteking23

boquet toss (suggestive) (^)

starved - @imaginaryf1shots

misunderstood hero with a heart of gold - @harrysfolklore

never a interriuption - @fastandcarlos

— ᴬᴺᴳˢᵀ⟡

solace (tw: mentions of jos verstappen) - @adventuringblind

under the opulence (family issues) - @struggling-with-drivers

matilda (tw: jos verstappen) - @twirlyleafs

the mighty has fallen (but you'll rise again, love) (tw: mentions of jos verstappen) - @amaranthineghost

not over yet - @verstappenverse

at fault - @itsallyscorner

missed f(l)ight - @inkfablesandstories

don't let this darkness fool you - @uglyducklingofthe2000s

hope you're comfortable (^)

— ˢᴹᵁᵀ⟡

whiplash - @pucksandpower

burn for you (^)

it's only natural (^)

use me - @fxrmuladaydreams

size kink - @baby-dr1ver

blindfold (^)

let me take care of you - @talkdutchtome

devil's advocate - @luvth0t

post race present - @emchante

you taste sweeter - @formulawolff

do not disturb - @thef1diary

viva las vegas - @monzabee

eating you out - @norrisleclercf1

his bookworm - @annewithaneofthegreengable

the biggest tease (suggestive) - @fastandcarlos

just hold on, we're going home (tw: jos verstappen) - @mv1simp

cuffing szn (tw: body dysmorphia & eating disorder) (^)

spare me your mercy - @uglyducklingofthe2000s

— ˢᴼᶜᴵᴬᴸ ᴹᴱᴰᴵᴬ ⟡

pr issue (i fear this would be me as his wag) - @driverlando

blowing smoke - @afterglowsainz

too sweet - @thewispsings

queen shit (^)

she talks, he talks (^)

please date my sister in law (^)

doctor lady (^)

terrible two - @5sospenguinqueen

secrets, secrets - @racew1nn3rs

cinnamon girl - @youreverydayfangirl

that's that me espresso - @fangirl-dot-com

twin - @housepartyprotocol

starry eyes - @moviecritic

soft - @https-papaya

from the start - @landorris

so american - @yauchfilms

celebrations are in order - @cutielando

shy - @diqldrunks

cats & dogs - @harrysfolklore

she's everything, he's max - @menagerofmischief

teddy bear - @astonmartinii

teacher's pet (^)

— ˢᴱᴿᴵᴱˢ ⟡

start of season drama two - @twirlyleafs

gold-digger two (^)

my love mine all mine - @dreamauri

little big fan - @thef1diary

mini verstappen - @multifandomgirl08

just a bestfriend two (smau) (the slowest slow burn to exist) - @f0point5

sweet girl - @girltomato

healing a heart i didn't break two three four five (smau) - @onlyangel4

world's biggest fan two (smau) - @astonmartinii

into the arms of another two three four (smau) (^)

[aceyalonso]

sera's tracks - 1k celebration

AHHHHHH 1K!!!! thank you so much, i honestly can't believe that I've reached a milestone like this because this blog started out as a joke (I wanted to see how long it would take my friends to find my blog), but here we are 🥹 I am so grateful for every single one of you 💗

similar to my 500 followers event (i swear i'll actually do this one!!), I'll give a list of songs and you guys can request.

These songs are some of my personal faves so there will be a good mix of genres for requests! there's a total of 10 songs + lyrics that you can use as a guide for what the fic/story will be (2 are songs I already have planned, the rest are up for grabs)

a/n: to my wonderful moots who i absolutely love and feel like i’ve known my entire life, @nepobbylver @iamred-iamyellow @cleopatrick-123 @emchante, i just want to say i love you guys!!!! mwah mwah mwah (I love my other moots too I swear, I just haven't had the opportunity to interact with them 😖)

how can i request?  send an ask, pairing a driver with the available songs!

↳ example: “hi! can i request [driver] + [song]? also can it be [choose from smut, angst, fluff, or a combination of any of the 2]?”

can i be added to the taglist? of course, just fill out the form below :)

↳ click me!

guide!

smut - [s] fluff - [f] angst -[a]

fics i have planned!

piano man - billy joel [f] - charles leclerc x fem!reader

butterflies - denise julia [f, s] - lando norris x fem!reader

open for requests!

guilty as sin? - taylor swift [read here] taken - oscar piastri x fem!reader - [a, s]

i keep recalling things we never did, messy top lip kiss, how i long for our trysts

these fatal fantasies giving way to labored breath, taking all of me, we’ve already done it in my head

without ever touching his skin, how can i be guilty as sin?

be with you - the ridleys taken - fernando alonso x fem!reader - [a, f, s]

someday i’ll make a home with you, it may be big, it may be small

but if the dreams don’t happen right away, that’s okay, i just wanna be with you every single day, for the rest of our lives

I'm gonna work on my temper, while you learn to speak your mind some more, i'll be more of a shelter and less of a storm

best friends brother - victorious cast, victoria justice taken - daniel ricciardo x fem!reader - [s]

i don’t know what i’m thinking, but is it wrong if i see him this weekend?

i kinda think that i might be his type, 'cause when you're not around, he's not acting too shy

i really hope i can get him alone, i just don’t want her to know

bags - clairo taken - ollie bearman x fem!reader - [f]

can you see me usin’ everythin’ to hold back?

i’m not the type to run, i know that we’re havin’ fun, but what’s the rush? kiss and then my cheeks are so flushed

can you see me? i’m waitin’ for the right time, i can’t read you, but if you want, the pleasure’s all mine

mad - ne-yo taken - franco colapinto x fem!reader - [a, s, f]

so both of us are mad for nothing, fighting for nothing

but baby, can we make up now? cause i can’t sleep through the pain

we can fuss, we can fight, long as everything’s all right between us before we go to sleep, baby we’re gonna be happy

superman - taylor swift taken - max verstappen x fem!reader - [a, f]

he’s got his mother’s eyes, his father’s ambition. i wonder if he know how much that i miss him

i watch superman fly away, you got a busy day today, go save the world, i’ll be around

something in his deep brown eyes has me saying “he’s not all bad like his reputation”

if ever you’re in my arms again - peabo bryson taken - charles leclerc x fem!reader - [a, f]

now, i’m seeing clearly how i still need you near me, i still love you so

the best of romances, deserve second chances, i'll get to you some, 'cause i promise now, if ever you're in my arms again, this time i'll you much better

it all came so easy, the lovin' you gave me, the feelings we shared, and I can still remember how your touch was so tender

guy.exe - superfruit taken - lance stroll x fem!reader - [s]

where all the boys at with financial security? a doctor, a model, a man of possibilities

oh, he’d pick me up at eight, and not a minute late, ‘cause i don’t like to wait, no

i need a man who don’t get jealous ‘less i want him to, a gentleman to take care of me in the bedroom

[bonbonly]

college!au carlos seeing art student!reader talking with other male art students, maybe sees one get a little touchy or close with her. how does he react to it? does he teach her not to get too close to others? 👀

adsfasdf emmmmm im about to write the most insane thing ever walk with me here

bon's thoughts (18+)

college!au carlos has you in the bathroom of the art building because the art teacher still stares at carlos in horror if he ever tries to enter the classroom and more specifically the closet.

he doesn't care if your friends are in the stalls down, hearing your loud moans as you're cumming around him for the second time. he's furious at you, his possessiveness so clear.

"want to explain why the fuck you let him touch you like that?" he growls in your ear, and you're whining out loud,

"h-he was just asking some tips to get his work in art galleries like i did!"

carlos laughs out loud when he hears your response, "you got in because i fucked you so good, i wanted to help you out. you want to do the same with him? fuck him and then get him into galas that were only meant for you, hm?"

you don't know if you should focus on carlos's words, or his cock that's ramming into you from behind. he has you face the small mirror above the pathetic sink in the stall, a hand around your jaw so that he makes sure you're watching him fuck you.

"i think you've gotten too bold, mi vida," he's slapping and grabbing your tits, "you know you're mine, i don't have to remind you because you live in my house, you take the food my mother offers you, your bedroom is right next to mine."

and you're nodding your head, you know he's right.

"so if you're so aware of all this, i don't have to tell you that to make sure no one touches you like he did, his eyes were begging to fuck you, ugh youre just too good princesa, can't see anything can you?" he groans, leaving open mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck, "as soon as you graduate, i'm going to fuck your cunt so hard, i'm going to fill you up to the brim with my cum. you're going to have my kids, fuck... imagine that, having my kids, so everyone knows for sure you're mine. i'll take you to all the art exhibits in the world, and everyone's going to watch you walk around with a swollen baby and know that I fucked you, that you took my cum, that you only ever welcomed my cock in this tight pussy of yours."

and you're wailing out loud, growing excited as his words continue. when you exit the bathroom, your friends are staring at you in shock in the hallway after hearing the filthy words and you're blushing like crazy, trying to come up with an explanation but all of its in vain when carlos walks out of the woman's bathroom and winks at you, kissing your cheek and telling your friends to make sure those male art friends of yours kept their hands to themselves.

[emchante]

emchante's kinktober 2024

i'm participating in kinktober this year, get ready for filth throughout the month. there will be 11 days of content, so have a look below to see what intrigues you. all blurbs with their respective kinks and summary are listed below the cut.

DAY 1 feat. daniel ricciardo + praise kink ╰ proving his worth

daniel is struggling with doubt and frustration after another rough race. you reassure him in the one way you know you'll get through to him.

DAY 2 feat. daniel ricciardo + against a wall ╰ pinned to perfection

after a long stressful day, the tension is radiating from daniel. back at the hotel, you find yourself pushed up against a wall, as daniel takes charge.

DAY 3 feat. lando norris + breeding kink ╰ seed of desire

after seeing you look after kids in the paddock, lando can’t shake the thought from his head. when you get back to your hotel room, lando is driven by his fantasy.

DAY 4 feat. oscar piastri + face-fucking ╰ from frustration to fulfillment 

when oscar came home with stress radiating off him, you told him you wanted to help out. it's not long until he's using your face to fuck his frustrations out of him.

DAY 5 feat. charles leclerc + deepthroating ╰ full throttle pleasure

you and charles share a heated night where the you start off in control, but later on you find the roles switching when charles can't hold back.

DAY 6 feat. lewis hamilton + thigh riding ╰ sunrise sensations

after waking up, you climb into a sleepy lewis hamilton’s lap. he might  be half-asleep, but he’s aware of your needs, and helps you chase your release.

DAY 7 feat. george russell + reunion sex ╰ victory’s embrace

austria was the first race you attended this year, and miraculously– george won. back at the hotel, with the adrenaline and excitement of having you back; george shows you how much he’s missed you.

DAY 8 feat. max verstappen + sleepy sex ╰ drowsy desires

after an exhausting day, max arrives home late and slips into bed beside you. his touches stir something deeper within you, leading to a slow encounter under the covers. 

DAY 9 feat. oscar piastri + begging ╰ pIeasure in your pleas

with oscar teasing you relentlessly, your incesent begging shows how badly you need him. the begging only drives him on, taking great pleasure from your pleas.

DAY 10 feat. george russell + body worship ╰ elegant reverence

throughout the day, george couldn’t keep his eyes off you and how good you looked. as soon as you’re back at the hotel, george worships you and how good you look– both in and out of clothes.

DAY 11 feat. lewis hamilton + biting/marks ╰ marked by jealousy

when another man is all over you at the club, lewis’ jealousy quietly builds. once you come back to him, lewis doesn't let you leave until he’s marked his territory.

[sainzsiren]

LIZ'S OSCAR PIASTRI FIC RECS

rec masterlist

last updated november 20th, 2024

FLUFF

tangerine by @scuderiahoney

top step by ^

pressing the other's hand against their cheek by @coff33andb00ks

end of a bad day by @fastandcarlos

missing piece by ^ ★

stolen my heart by ^

little spoon by ^

dangerous game by ^

all his by @uglyducklingofthe2000s

family bug by ^

sleepless nights by @nightlyvoids

pillow talk by @nayziiz

5 things that didn’t help you sleep and the 1 thing that actually did by @pastryfication

fan interaction by ^

a dark hole by ^ ★

i'm gonna love you till my heart retires by ^ ★

fortune in misfortune by ^

i'll always take care of you by ^

pain, more pain by ^ ★

the psychology of fans by @adventuringblind

bombarded by @folkloresthings

to be loved is to be seen by @norrizzandpia ★

keep me warm by @kissedsuns

sleeping trouble by @lcriedlastnight

lazy movie date by @maxlarens

simple misunderstanding by @snailpebbles

hold you by ^

panic by @theyluvkarolina

wear a jacket, its cold out by @emchante

oscar's a grouch (or is he?) by @katsu28

SMUT

bruised by @driverlando

take it by @kissedsuns

cat scratch by ^

needy by ^ ★

be mean to me by ^

something different by @agendabymooner

one more by @leclerced ★

no more mr shy guy by @jamminvroomvroom

aphrodisiac chocolates by @mickyschumacher

ANGST

distanced by @nightlyvoids

this is more than anything i've felt before by @pastryfication

yours by @httpiastri

SMAUS

who cried more by @5sospenguinqueen

beached! by @povlnfour

nudegate by @driverlando

perfect all american by @iamred-iamyellow

[mieczyslawhale]

Pack mama stiles, season three rewrite.

Durring the four months between semesters, Stiles hangs around as derek trains jackson and issac. Smart assing his way into being better for eachother while trying to find erica and boyed. Helping Derek find real eastate in becon hills for all of them. A home for when they find erica and boyed.

Then issac goes missing and Derek nearly looses it. Stiles holds their efforts together, even hiring a private gun woman to find and protect the betas.

At the end of the day he and lydia start spending more time together. Having movie nights where they talk about the struggles and efforts. With Lydias help Stiles is directed to focus on his own sexuality. Realizing much sooner hes bisexual.

Javkson gets the news hes being moved to london and Derek practically forces him out for safety. Stiles breaks up their verbal fights and tells jackson to stay in contact, that even though jackson 'doesnt care' he'll still update him on the situation.

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Jump to Derek and scott breaking into the vault. Derek convinced erica isnt dead even though issac said he saw her dead. He finds her body, hearing a faint pulse in her body. Hes a littke frantic and they call stiles. As stiles is breifed on what happened he thinks a second then asks Allison if she has any volt arrows that can send electrisity through her to restart her heart. After high tension arguing and stumbling Alason shocks erica making her heart stop. Shes to weak to do anything but heal. They drive her to the loft and drop her off with peter and Stiles. Stiles lays her down then forces Peter out. Once outside the loft he connects a line of mountain ash to keeo her inside and anything else outside. He doesnt explain himself as he runs to Lydia after she calls.

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Erica, Boyd, Issac and Cora move in with Derek. While stiles is running around dealing with finding patterns in ritual killings derek is faced with the Alphas. Hes scared and tries to throw issac out but stiles yells at derek to back off. (This is also the first time cora is meeting stiles. He just barged in without noticing her)

Stiles argues with Derek until. He admits whats going on. Leaving out that hes scared but stiles knows. Stiles tells Issac to pack a bag. As the weakest of the pack he to is worried for his safety. He comunicates as much to scott. Making his friend take in Issac for safety. Stiles tells derek what hes up against and that he wont be much help and he knows Derek wont be either with his durach problem. Its durring this conversation cora realizes they are mates. But derek hasnt told stiles about it.

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During the lacross trip. Stiles thinks derek is dead the whole ime hes running around keeping the pack together. On the bus lydia sits with him and holds his hand as he morns now thay scott is healing. But the moment passes when he has to stop the betas from commiting suicide. A high stress situation that leaves him drained when he gets back to becon hills. Only to find derek isnt dead.

His celebration is stopped when derek becomes more withdrawled. Walking away from him and seen around school with stiles teacher. Hes pissed. Heart broken. But hes got murders and betas to worry about.

(I like to headcanon jennifer put an emchantment on derek when she touched him and seeing stiles beg for help, his mate, broke the enchantment)

[pitiful-revival]

”Really is, just to clear my brain for a bit, had a.. interesting day to say the least,” Wilbur took the bottle,”Thank you,”

Wilbur walked into the casino as he took a seat, humming to himself. “Hey, Big Q, how are you doing?”

-E!Wil

"Ah, you know how life can be," Quackity waved dismissively, leaning against the counter. "How about you? And of course, what can i get you?"