#like it's not an even field if you allow the boys to get to F1 in their early 20s while

[bringbacktim]

hello! I was wondering if you could write an enemies to lovers for logan! like reader is an american driver or something and everyone compares the two americans, which annoys logan and reader. and hopefully it ends with fluff and smut! 🫶🏻 thank you in advance 🥹

I loved this request. Part 2 up now

America²

Not edited or proofread, mostly written while I was nearly asleep so definitely some mistakes . Endings a bit meh cause I kinda gave up towards the end

Warnings: arguments, logan being mean , y/n being kinda mean, oscar cameos , loads of dialogue , mentions of jacking/wanking off , mentions of America

Wc:1.7k

Being an American and a female f1 driver was basically the same as being stuck in the inner rings of hell. With there being two American drivers in the same grid year made what felt like everyone on earth compare the two to no end

The sport is British so most of the fans either hate Americans or think women shouldn't be f1 drivers so Y/n couldn't win in the eyes of the public , or Logan Sargeant for that matter . She had beaten him in the f2 championships in a very Hamilton/Verstappen Abu Dhabi way and he was not happy about it at all

Also the fact that oscar was becoming more of her friend and less of his didn't make Logan jump with joy

When they not only had to be on the same sofa in the same room for Thursdays press conference they were already in a bad mood , but when they found out they had to be sat next to each other was the last straw

"Oscar please swap seats with me , I'll let you past me in the race" Y/n begged the brunette

"Can't you suck it up and just sit next to him this once? And we both know your going to be behind me in the race" Oscar asked already knowing the answer would be a no

"You're no use piastri, have you seen Daniel or George anywhere?" She said looking around the room for them

"K mag would you mind swapping seats with me for the press conference?" Logan asked in a less begging tone than y/n

"Are we even allowed to swap places?" He questioned as he'd never known anyone to need to

"I'm sure you can if you need , which I do desperately" logan said the begging  starting to bubble to the surface

"What do I get out of it?"

"A great secret santa gift" he laughed

"Okay fine , I'll swap with you" he sighed as the younger boy celebrated and thanked him

Now that there was a wall between them that goes by the name of Kevin Magnussen the tension between them was less harsh as they didn't want another pr disaster to handle

There wasn't any outright mean or passive aggressive remarks to one another, but if logan would answer a question Y/n would start yawning or whisper something to kevin or Oscar beside her and if Y/n was answering a question logan would also talk to Kevin or try and discreetly check his phone that he definitely shouldn't have in his pocket . This didn't go unnoticed by literally anyone in the room and everyone on the sofa would make a mental note to ask about it later

Abu Dhabi weekend went from bad to worse . Logan dnfing in qualifying wasn't what anyone wanted well anyone that liked him, him coming 16th in the race due to him and Y/n fighting each other like some brocedes wannabe didn't help either

The radio messages that weekend were basically all bleeped out from the excessive use of profanity . It made yuki sound like a Saint and f1 twitter had a field day with it

Thankfully no one heard the conversations that went on in their driver rooms after the races because they were not nice in the slightest

"You're such a fucking bitch you do know that right?" Logan asked slamming the door behind him

"What because I'm better than you and you can't handle that?" She said with a smug smile on her face

"You ran me wide on that corner and made me go off track when you should've given me space" he fumed ( if that's even a word)

"Well maybe if you followed the racing line like any other normal fucking person I wouldn't have "ran you wide" " she spat back using air quotation marks

"God you think you're better than everyone else don't you"

"Oh yeah cause you don't think highly of yourself mr.god complex" Y/n said crossing her arms over her chest

"You're only personality trait is that you're a female f1 driver and you're only one because of all the men you dated to get here" now that was definitely the straw that broke the camels back . He could say whatever he wanted to her but  accusing her of nepotism was where this became more than some silly rivalry

"All the men I've dated to get here? Please enlighten me on these relationships because I sure as hell wasn't in them" she barked getting in his face

"Oh please we all know you and oscar had a thing , that's why you beat me in f2"

"Oh my god is that why you hate me so much ? Because your fragile masculinity can't stand the fact that a woman beat you" Y/n accused

"Here you go again playing the woman card, I don't like you for many other reasons" logan said despite not listing any aloud

"You're unbelievable logan" she said storming out of his drivers room slamming the door behind her . He knew he had gone too far but he doesn't know how to be anything other than mean to her

Once Oscar caught wind of the argument the two had he scolded them both and made them promise they'd apologise to each other but obviously that never happened because he was dumb enough to not make them do it while he was with them

Logan did get some repercussions for the comments he made to Y/n from Oscar because thats not how you speak to anyone and he said he wouldn't do it again , but truth be told he loved to see her riled up ( not that he'd ever admit that though)

"I can't believe you said she beat you because she was sleeping with me , Ive had a girlfriend since way before that point and I wouldn't go near her incase I ruin whatever two clearly have going on" Oscar half joked to his friend

"What are you on about dude?" Logan questioned a little grossed out at the thought

"The tension between you two that will definitely lead to at least a hate fuck by the end of the season" Oscar said while logan stared back at him blankly

"Abu Dhabi is the last race of the season though?"

"I'll make sure to leave you guys alone more often then"

"That is so not funny" he said trying to shake the image of them sleeping together out of his head

"Theres always the after party I know you two can get pretty wild after some drinks" Oscar said throwing them under the bus

"Do not speak that into the universe you dickhead" Y/n said walking into the room

"Oh yeah because I'm so into the idea myself.  Pretty sure it takes two to tango" logan remarked

"Shocked you know that seeing as you've been using your right hand the entirety of your life" she quipped

"Don't act like I haven't heard you and your devices through a hotel wall" logan teased

"Don't act like I couldn't hear you beating one out from the other side of that wall"

"Sorry to interrupt your dirty talk ; but you do realise you just admitted to basically wanking off to each other right?" Oscar intervened

"That is so not what I meant oscar" Y/n made clear

"Not that the same time mate, god I'd never be caught dead jacking it to her" logan defended

"I'm the only other American you know and you're the most patriotic person ever to exist so it wouldn't shock me if you did" she held back a laugh

"Has anyone ever told you you're not funny?" Logan asked as she gave him the finger and walked out

"You've seriously got to start being a bit nicer to each other , especially since we've got some post race press conference to go to" Oscar said walking out as logan trailed behind sighing

As everyone made their way to their seats for the second time that day , both Americans had calmed down after their lovers tiff and weren't as heated towards each other

When the questions got to Y/n she quietly sighed knowing what the questions would involve

"Okay question for Y/n how is it not only being one of the only Americans on the grid but also the only female driver on the grid?" She gave her usual answer that she couldn't answer for logan about what it's like to be one of the two Americans and that she has worked hard to get where she is now etc

"Another question for Y/n , how does it feel that you beat your fellow American by 5 points?" She wished they would stop comparing them just because they're from the same place , but answered the question in the nicest manner she could nonetheless which logan appreciated

The questions went down the line and soon it was logans turn , same as Y/n he was expecting to be asked about her and America

"So logan how does it feel to be beaten by your fellow American by 5 points?" The reporter asked

"Well it's not ideal obviously, but I felt like I was getting better towards the end of the season so who knows maybe next year I'll be beating her" he said looking at her to see if she was offended as he wasn't meaning to be

The questions were basically the same as Y/n had so he just copied her answers for most of them

Oscar and logan caught up after and spoke about how the season went for each of them and what they were doing during the winter break

"Thank god that's over" Y/n said waltzing over to the pair to see if they wanted to walk back to the hotel with her

"They need to get some new material ,do they think they have to ask about each other and America in every question" logan complained

"Tell me about it I've lost count" Y/n replied too tired to come up with some smart ass remark

"Do you guys want to go get dinner or something before we head back to the hotel?" Oscar jumped at the opportunity to get his best friends together for atleast a meal

"Sounds good to me"

"Yeah me too"

Thankfully, the walk to the nearest fast food restaurant wasn't that long . When they got the Americans were hounded by Oscar why they were nicer than usual not only in the press conference but also on the walk there , they blamed it on being tired and having enough of their pr officers being mad at them but Oscar knew the hate was starting to go away even if it was just a little bit

[supermaks]

Top 10 essential Verstappen races list please!

I habe been watching since I was a literal infant but I kinda took a break from 2014 until 2018 so I missed a lot of teenage Max lore. Now I treated myself to some f1tv for Christmas and want to rewatch a couple old races!!!

Malaysia 2015 Baby boys first points on his 2nd ever f1 start. Drags that lil toro rosso to q3 and then beats both red bulls. Also very funny to listen to the sky commentary because they dont take him seriously at all but he keeps doing things with that car he shouldnt be able to do so they have to keep talking about him and they're so annoyed about itnklfdjgkfdj

Singapore, 2015 classic max race. car d1es at the start. somehow makes it back on track 1 lap down, waits for his main character moment. gets it on lap 13. breezes past the field. gets told to swap positions. literally yells 'NO' and does not do it. U thought brazil 2022 was shocking, well. Educate yourself

USA, 2015 first of all there was a whole hurricane happening bro like a literal hurricane everything about thsi race is like .. what is going on. Hello. Is that Elton John???? Mind you, its Max's rookie season. Austin with wet conditions is the race track equivalent of a fucking minefield I think like half the grid retired. And still, u will witness that lil boy bring the fight to Merc and Ferrari. He actually fought Lewis and Seb Vettel for a podium. In a toro rosso. yeah

Spain, 2016 anime protagonist race. lil babby makes the jump to the big sister team amid much mockery and controversy, and wins on his debut. I can't say this enough. Max has made a career out of owning up to bitches. Every single time. Mercs take each other out, Danny ric gets inexplicably put on a 3 stopper ((lmfao)), and Max holds off fucking RAIKKONEN on DRS!!!! for like a billion years. Not a wheel out of place. And not even his defining moment of the year. For that, u gotta go with--

Brazil, 2016 He became MOTHER age 19 in Interlagos. Nothing else to say. if ur a verstappie u gotta watch Brazil 2016 like twice a year for ur troubles

China, 2017 just a super underrated race imo. Imma go on a tangent for a bit sorry but one of most insane aspects of Max's move to f1 is that he did so with 1 year of experience in f3. Like f3 had been the strongest engine he'd driven up to that point. f3 cars are fast but they're not f1 fast. So Max was supposed to be like a lil squid in a bowl of sharks. To anybody else it wouldve been extremely intimidating and scary to make that jump and its likely they would've sacrificed speed just because they didn't have that confidence in the car yet. And there'd be nothing wrong with that, thats just normal. Well Max never did normal. Seb put it perfectly and Im pretty sure he's not the first driver to comment on this, but Max goes for moves that nobody in their right mind would even dream of attempting. Shit that takes a special type of instinct, but more than that, a complete lack of fear. And with that comes the other side of the sword, which is the recklessness. Max was a reckless driver. A lot of drivers can be reckless, especially if the car doesn't allow them to just cruise to podiums, but Max was a child. This race is so important in his curriculum because it solidifies that his recklessness is not foolishness, but necessity. Bro passed 9 cars in one lap and held off danny ric with older tires. This after a disaster quali where he finished second to last because of an engine problem. To come back from that and get a podium the way he did, its a character drive. It showed who he was and Max was the future

Mexico, 2017 here. Yeah

Austria, 2018 quali is a must watch for this one. Listening to Max educate his engineers on 'discipline' for even DARING to ask him to pass danny ric prolly makes that move to Renault less confusing. Like u cant fight that. That is not a mf who will ever let u win a world title. But he didnt show it just during quali. This race is important because u can compare it some of his most dominant 2022 victories, in a car that would literally spit out its own tires and explode if Max idk farted or something.

USA, 2018 ok I'm biased but max has never come to the US and not served. Idk why its kind of funny but every time he steps foot in here he stunts and gets super wet and looks amazing. He's also absurdly good in US circuits for no reason. Like Max says, u gotta know how to defend not just attack. Prolly one of the most impressive defensive performances from him here, against none other than sir hammer herself. Lew had fresher tires and a championship winning merc and still couldnt crack lil bro with his renault engine, cap and a dream. Also they literally installed a whole new curb on the track specifically to make drivers stick to track limits and called it the verstopper and that. literal tears in my eyes yk look at this shit

Look at her . anyway

Enjoy thjs humble selection of our fav boy genius/fbi most wanted best hits. Next up

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[edie-baby]

like vines | pierre gasly x reader

summary: Pierre Gasly has a tattoo kink, and you just so happen to be covered in tattoos. When he invites you for a beach day with a few other drivers, he gets a good look at a new piece you've added to the collection, and well, it drives him wild.

word count: 4736 (it was well over 8k but i've split it into two parts. let me know if y'all want the second !)

warnings: smut, swearing, tattoos, pierre has a tattoo kink, max has a thing for nipple piercings, and daniel quotes one of my favourite tweets, and also pierre might have a breeding kink

tattoo references

Now, Pierre Gasly didn’t consider himself a gay man, but seeing the permanent colour etched into the thigh of the bronzed Daniel Ricciardo had him thinking differently.

There was something about tattoos that had always gotten Pierre riled up. From the age of about fifteen onwards, the dark swirls of ink underneath the skin of any woman was enough to have him twitching in his pants. And men with tattoos? Pierre was drooling at the thought. It might have been the reason he had post notifications for Lewis Hamilton, but no one could ever know.

Being surrounded by people in the paddock with tattoos was excruciating at first, yet as the days wore on and his arms got tired from the number of times he had to relieve himself throughout the day, the regulars began to blur together. Occasionally, someone would get a new piece of permanent art and Pierre would be sent into a tailspin, or a newcomer with a sleeve of their own would manifest themself in his field of vision constantly.

But when you showed up, Pierre felt as though he was a horny teenage boy seeing a pair of boobs for the first time. Not only were you a gorgeous woman with a body that could kill any man, woman, or otherwise on the spot, you had more tattoos than Pierre could count on his fingers and toes.

The small inkings across your arms and legs were enticing, dark black ink swimming beneath your perfect skin were gorgeous and had Pierre salivating at first glance. It seemed you had a theme of black and grey tattoos, allowing the designs to speak for themselves without the gaudy interference of colour, and he was very onboard with that. Each of your tattoos were perfectly fitted to its position on your body. Some pasted on like stickers, while others wrapped around you like vines.

Tendrils of ink reaching into the curves of your body and pulling forth a beauty that to many was sealed away. But the real beauty was hidden beneath your clothes, in rarely seen places that highlighted your body even more than anyone could have thought possible. Jewels drape from your collarbones to the valley between your breasts, falling down across your sternum to hang the final stones at the base of your ribcage. It was your newest piece, just a few weeks old when Pierre saw them for the first time.

LIKE VINES | EDIE-BABY

It was a beach day in Monaco, a quick respite before the boys were thrown back into the throngs of the F1 calendar. Pierre had invited you to come along, explaining that while the invitees were mostly men, a few of the women that frequented the races would be there as well. You were hesitant at first, you weren’t dating Pierre, nor were you friends with any of the other drivers. You knew your collection of tattoos and piercings were out of the ordinary in most circles, and especially so amongst women who modelled for a living and men who spent too much time in cars to get their own. Pierre assured you all would be fine, some of the boys had seen you around the paddock and Charles Leclerc had even followed you on Instagram after Pierre presumably talked too much about you. So you agreed, you couldn’t really say no to Pierre anyways, he knew all your weaknesses.

You had arrived separately to everyone else due to work, about twenty minutes after you guessed they had shown up. Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo and Charles were playing soccer in the sand, sending grains flying with each step, kick, and tackle. You spotted two women laying on towels chatting to each other and soaking up the sun.

You were dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a tight singlet, both thrown over your quite skimpy black bikini. Could anyone blame you though? If you were stuck in a flirtationship with a gorgeous Frenchman, surrounded by his attractive friends and enjoying a day in the Monte Carlo sun, you were going to make it worth your while.

Already, in the much-shorter-than-normal shorts and your cropped singlet, more of your tattoos were on display than Pierre, and certainly the others, had ever seen. The entirety of your leg and arm sleeves were on show, including the peaking corners of your new chest piece.

“Ma belle! You made it!” Pierre called from his spot beneath an umbrella, mid conversation with Antonio Giovinazzi when he spotted you. Still, the man had no qualms with pulling himself up off the towel and racing over to you like a golden retriever, kicking sand into Antonio’s eyes as he went.

“Of course I did, darling.” You greeted, leaning forward to kiss him on each cheeks, your hand lingering on his arm for a few moments longer than strictly necessary.

“What’s this?” Pierre questioned, nudging the sleeve of your singlet over further to get a peak of the fresh black ink in your skin. You smirked at him, a teasing look in your eyes as you knew he had a thing for tattoos.

“Just a new little something. You’ll see it soon baby, I promise.” You patted Pierre on the shoulder, wading through the fine sand to greet Antonio, one of the few men you hadn’t spoken a whole lot to in the few months you had been hanging around the circuit. Pierre stood in the same place you had left him, eyes following you like a hawk. He took the time, and distance, to let his eyes trace over each of your tattoos, the curves of your legs and ass, and most importantly, to imagine the new piece he had caught a glimpse of.

A few moments pass, and when the Frenchman still hasn’t moved from his spot, Charles takes it upon himself to startle the man into action. In Ferrari red swim shorts, because the man is consistent, Charles marches toward you, abandoning the soccer match in favour of making his best friend incredibly jealous.

“Mon ange, you look stunning!” Charles called, his voice carrying to where Pierre’s ears and already beginning the slow process of tearing his conscious brain away from the sinful thoughts he had whenever your tattoos were on display.

“Ah, you flatter me, love. You really do. But I see you’ve been working hard.” You teasingly flirted, very used to your back and forth game with Charles, usually used to make Pierre jealous. Charles finally arrived in front of you, falling onto his knees so he was face to face with you.

“Oh, you noticed? I was thinking of you every time I had to do a sit-up.” Charles continued, and you couldn’t help but let out a giggle at his failed attempt at winking, rather just blinking at you with a dazed look in his eye. Pierre’s ears perked at the sound of your giggles, a sound usually reserved for his jokes and silly antics, but now another man, his best friend no less, was getting you to make those gorgeous sounds. He wasn’t having it.

“Charles! Back off my girl!” Pierre called, his usually sexy strut looking more like a limping penguin because of the sand, and you giggled once again when Charles pointed that very fact out. Pierre only grew more frustrated, this invitation was a selfish one. He wanted to spend time with you and see you in a skimpy swimsuit, and here Charles was stealing all of your attention before Pierre even had the chance to say 5 words to you.

Charles stood, meeting Pierre almost chest to chest, a shit-eating grin on his face as he stared into Pierre’s jealous eyes.

“Your girl huh? I don’t see a ring buddy, she’s still free game.” Charles joked, running off with a scream when he recognised the look in his friend’s eyes. Pierre turned to you, sitting there on the ground in front of him, looking up at him with those big round eyes, and immediately his thoughts turned spicy. If you just moved a few inches forward, reached into his shorts, and grabbed his hardening cock with your tattooed fingers.

“Hey Pear, you might wanna stop thinking about whatever you’re thinking about before you have a much bigger problem on your hands.” You spoke, voice light but seductive, glanding back down to where his crotch was basically at eye-level, a slowly forming tent very obvious in the thin shorts.

“Fuck.” The man whispered, closing his eyes for a few moments before crashing down onto the towel you were curled up on. Antonio had wandered off when Charles arrived, now playing soccer with the other boys whilst the two women, whom you still had no idea the identity of, watched on with rapt interest.

“I’m going to play soccer because you are making this situation much harder than it needs to be, ma belle.” Pierre muttered after a few minutes in comfortable silence, his shoulder pressed up against your thigh thanks to the position he had landed in.

“No worries darling, I need to put sunscreen on before I start fading.” You replied, reaching into your bag for the bottle that you rarely left the house without nowadays. Pierre’s breath hitched, the image of you rubbing every inch of your skin smooth and glistening was causing his stomach to tighten further. He nodded silently, barely looking at you as he stood and stalked towards the other men on the beach, a giggle leaving your lips, knowing exactly what he had been thinking about.

You began rubbing yourself with the cream, making sure to cover each inch of skin with it on your arms and legs before you took off your clothes and had even more area to cover. You looked over at the soccer game a few times, only to find Pierre standing still in the middle of their makeshift field, staring at you. Each time, you would give him a cheeky wave and go back to covering yourself.

When the time came to take off your clothes and expose your almost full body to the handful of people on the beach, few of which you were friends with, your anxiety spiked. But you heaved a sigh and stood up, shimmying off your shorts was quite a feat considering how tight they were across your hips. This exposed your thigh tattoo, the small collection of stupid spring break tattoos on your ass, and the small mon amor inked on your left hip, barely obstructed by the string of your bikini bottoms. You grabbed the cream again, covering the newly exposed skin before it was finally time for the big reveal. No one had seen your newest tattoo other than the artist, and you were nervous to see the general public’s reaction to it.

You turned your back to the water, where the guys were, the girls sitting now a few metres to your right. You pulled the singlet over your head, hearing a wolf whistle from the group, which you supposed was Daniel because none of the others seemed the type. You knew the large snake tattoo on your spine was visible now, one that you were immensely proud of because it was beautiful. You covered your body in sunscreen for the last time, catching the two girls next to you staring out of the corner of your eye.

Finally, you stood. Your main intention was to go for a quick swim while your skin was warm from the sun, but you were met with five strong gazes from five very attractive men, halting you in your steps. You could see each of them looking down your body, then back up, taking in each tattoo they hadn’t been given the honour to see yet. You swept your hair up into a bun, surprise gone and your mind set back on getting into the water.

Your steps through the sand were slow, skin shining under the sun, the light glinting off your tattoos in a different way each time, and everyone in the vicinity was entranced. As you passed through the middle of the group of drivers, Pierre dropped to his knees, mumbling under his breath, yet the only thing you caught was the repeated merde, merde. You smirked, finally feeling as though you had affected Pierre as much as he did you whenever you would walk in on him shirtless.

“Are your nipples pierced?!” Max shrieked, his eyes glued to your chest as you passed. You stilled, smirking before turning your chest to face him.

“I don’t know Max, are they?” You asked, laughing at the way his jaw had fallen slack, eyes glued to the small indents on your bikini top, indicating a barbell in each nipple hidden behind the thin black fabric. Daniel suddenly appeared next to Max, needing to conduct his own investigation, and from the impressed look on his face, you figured he was happy with his findings.

“Pierced nipples taste like keys. And there’s no place like home, baby.” Daniel spoke, a devilish smile curling on his lips as he took slow steps toward you, eyes surveying your face. Max, Charles and Antonio burst out laughing, Daniel’s stupid joke landing perfectly with the three, but the last man, the one you really wanted to hear laugh was deathly quiet.

You looked over your shoulder, spotting Pierre still kneeling, head bowed and hands intertwined, his lips moving as though he were saying a prayer, yet you couldn’t pick a single word off his lips. You winked at Daniel then turned, approaching Pierre like a frightened animal, you were afraid startling him might break him more than he already was.

Pierre must have seen your feet coming into his field of vision, as his head snapped up when you were a few feet away from him. The look on his face had you taking a step back.

The man looked feral, teeth clenched so hard you could see the muscles in his jaw ticking with the force. His nostrils were flared, sucking in as much oxygen as possible, his chest heaving at the effort it took to keep him breathing. His hands were tensed in their interlocked position so hard that you could see the prominent veins all the way up to his biceps, white knuckled and shaking with barely restrained energy. But his eyes were what had startled you. Rather than aligning with the rest of his body, staring with barely contained rage and testosterone, they were completely calm. The light blues were swimming with patience, yet you figured they must have been the calm before the storm.

“Like the new piece?” You asked innocently, using your nails to trace the new ink in your skin. And with just the sound of your voice, Pierre broke. He surged forward on legs trained for precision, speed and reactivity, you could barely blink in the time it took him to grab your waist. In another split second, he had lifted you up and over his shoulder, his lightened hair brushing the skin of your waist while your head was eye-level with the middle of his back, muscles rippling underneath the skin that had you drooling already. You looked up at Charles in alarm who just smirked and shrugged, turning back to the soccer game that was slowly resuming whilst you got dragged away like a sack of potatoes.

You didn’t dare speak on the journey to wherever Pierre was taking you, noticing that he stopped at the towels where your belongings were, tossing what he could see into your bag and continuing his walk. In your boredom, you took to tracing Pierre’s back muscles with the tips of your nails, each time goosebumps erupted in the wake of your touch, his grip tightening on your legs. You were finally tossed down off the Frenchman’s shoulder, right into the passenger seat of his Civic Type R, your almost bare ass making contact with the cold leather of the seats made you gasp, making Pierre stop in his tracks, halfway through closing your door. His eyes were locked on your chest, devouring your with his gaze.

He finally slammed the door shut and rushed around to his side, climbing into the driver’s seat and starting the car up with no hesitation. His breaths were heavy, hands shaking and eyes frantic. You turned in your seat, knees bumping the centre console as you took in his entire behaviour. When you scanned his body, your eyes landed on the obvious bulge, every detail of his big cock visible through the thin material of his swim shorts. He finally got the car into reverse, quickly leaving the parking lot near the beach and racing in the direction of his hotel.

You were still staring at his cock, the sight of it mouthwatering and irresistible. So when Pierre pulled up at a traffic light, his breath coming out in frustrated puffs and the occasional grunt, you really couldn’t help yourself. You reached your hand out, nails barely tracing the outline of his cock through his shorts, and you heard him hiss through his teeth, the most delightful whimper following in its wake, making your pussy clench around nothing.

While the light was still red, you reached into Pierre’s pants and took his cock out. Your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head. Your fingers, even with the added help of your long nails, didn’t reach when your hand was wrapped around him. You were so entranced by the sight of his gorgeous cock that you completely missed Pierre’s warning, the light going green a moment after your thumb swiped over his achingly red tip. Pierre jumped, almost dropping the clutch and stalling the car as he tried to get to the hotel fast enough.

Something told him even if he was in his AlphaTauri, he still wouldn’t get there fast enough.

You leaned forward, tongue tracing around the head of his cock, catching the precum and savouring the salty taste. You hollowed your cheeks, flattening your tongue against the base of his member to trace the throbbing vein that ran along his shaft. Pierre’s hips bucked, the awkward angle you were at forcing his cock down your throat, gagging slightly. Pierre moaned, the feeling of your mouth around him, the tattoo down your spine drawing his eyes each time they flicked away from the road.

You continued your work, giving the man your all and wanting to give him damn good head inside of a moving vehicle, which was by no means easy. He pulled into the parking garage at the hotel, one that was far away from any other cars, and pulled the handbrake on. His hand fisted in your hair, pulling you off his cock to plant your lips on his.

Your lips slid against his with a fiery passion, the lust merely a haze over the underlying adoration and love you shared with him. His tongue swiped along the inside of your bottom lip, knowing there was a tattoo printed there that you had gotten on one of your first outings with Pierre. It was like the knowledge that there was a secret tattoo there had spurred him on, his hands in a flurry to pull you over the centre console of his car, clambering into his lap with all the grace of a baby giraffe. He didn’t seem to care though, as he didn’t let your lips separate, even when you moaned from the delicious friction his hard cock gave against your barely clothed pussy.

Pierre’s hands were everywhere, touching, feeling and squeezing everywhere you had tattoos, like he had a roadmap in his mind of each inking that he just couldn’t wait to get his hands and lips on. He broke away from your kiss, allowing you to heave some much needed oxygen into your lungs whilst Pierre sucked a harsh hickey into the skin under your ear, the bruise sure to give some colour to the rose inked in that very spot. His lips travelled across your neck, leaving more hickeys on the way to where your new tattoo started along your collarbones.

You threw your head back, a moan tore from your throat, echoing around the small space the interior of the Honda gave. The sound, and potentially the fact that Pierre was now face to face with a tattoo he couldn’t get enough of, had him bucking his hips up into yours, the slick on your bikini bottoms leaving a glistening shine on his cock.

“Merde.” Pierre cursed, catching the sight of his cock covered in your juices before he had even touched you, the small phrase on your left thigh tattooed in his native language captured his attention, a growl leaving deep in his chest, forcing his head into the seat behind him. With his eyes rolled back in his head, possessiveness brewing deep in his gut. French might not have been a language that was unique to him, but knowing that he and Charles were the only people you knew that spoke the language and through that, you had a connection just tickled him more and more.

While Pierre was occupied, you slipped your hands behind your back, untying the strings of your bikini and letting it fall into Pierre’s lap, breaking him out of the fantasy he concocted behind his eyelids. With a shuddering breath, he took in the sight of your naked chest, tattoos completely unobstructed by the black strings, your nipples hard, perky, and indeed pierced. The silver barbells were so bright against the colour of your skin and the dark swirling ink covering your chest.

His hands reached up to your back, caressing the snake down your spine, using the leverage to push your chest closer to his face. His lips latched onto your left nipple, tongue fiddling with the barbell, twisting, flicking and sucking. Your back arched further, basically suffocating Pierre with your tits but he wouldn’t rather be anywhere else, his groan vibrating around the sensitive buds.

As much as you were enjoying the attention, your pussy was clenching so hard it hurt, aching to have something, or more specifically someone inside.

“Baby, I need you in me now. I can’t wait any longer. Please.” You begged, using Pierre’s hair to tug him back up to look you in the eyes. His eyes darkened further, the sliver of stormy blue you could see before was entirely overtaken by black, his lips quivering with silent curses, so you stopped him with a harsh kiss to his gorgeous lips.

“Please, please Pierre. I need you.” You moaned, hips grinding over his cock for the sweet pleasure you needed. Pierre growled, a feral, animalistic growl that nearly had you cumming without even touching your cunt. He listened to you though, tearing at the strings on the side of your hips, the flimsy piece of fabric falling between your legs which Pierre quickly picked up, leaned over to the passenger side, and threw them into his glove box, winking at you in the meantime.

Without the obstructing fabric now, you were free to grind your pussy up and down Pierre’s shaft, both of you moaning breathlessly at the contact. You couldn’t take it anymore, reaching behind you to grab Pierre’s cock in your hand, lining it up to your entrance, both of you almost shaking with anticipation. Pierre’s hands latched onto your hips, hoping to anticipate your moves and prepare himself beforehand. Yet, as you sunk down onto his cock, hips rolling as you went, all thoughts fled his brain.

The all-consuming presence of you, the feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips, the weight of your body against his, the scent of your perfume and sunscreen blanketing his senses, the taste of your lips with that peach lip balm, the vision of your throwing your head back in pleasure, that was all Pierre could think of. You and him, here and now.

When you bottomed out against Pierre, you rolled your hips against his, losing yourself in the pain and pleasure that the stretch his cock caused. Pierre’s fingers tensed against your hips, holding you with a bruising grip as the two of you revelled in the pleasure of finally giving into months of building sexual tension.

A breathy sigh left your lips, your eyes closing as you tilted your head back, but Pierre wasn’t satisfied with that, he needed you moaning, he needed to hear his name screamed from those gorgeous lips, he needed to see the way you fell apart on his cock, watch the way your face contorted with pleasure, he had imagine it so many times he needed to know if he was correct.

The fingers he had tensed on your waist moved around to your ass, using the placement to pull your hips forward again, the angles you rolled across let Pierre know what spot he was aiming for. So when he pulled you forward again, and the shaky gasp that pulled from deep in your chest and the tight hold your pussy had on his cock, he knew he found it.

Pulling you up slightly, he realised you were completely pliant, putty in his hands as you drunk in the feeling of Pierre’s skin against yours. His hips snapped up, his head nudging against a bundle of nerves within you that lit up your nervous system like a tree on Christmas. You moaned, finally. Lips parted, eyebrows furrowed and eyes screwed shut. Pierre watched your face so closely he nearly missed that delectable sound, the melody of pure pleasure that he was giving to you was ecstasy to him.

“Fuck! You are so sexy ma belle, I’m not going to last long.” Pierre mumbled, leaning back in to connect his lips to the column of your throat, starting his long, hard thrusts into you, aiming and hitting right where he wanted every single time. Two of his fingers dipped into his mouth, and you watched with rapt attention as he brought them down to your clit, rubbing fast circles into you with practiced ease. A particularly loud moan ripped from your throat, feeling as raw and real as it sounded. Pierre’s hips stuttered at the sound, his chest shuddering with the effort it took to hold on, intent on making you cum before he did, he was a gentleman after all.

Seeing just how hard he was trying to hold back, the shaky breaths and quiet growls, along with the way he was stretching you out just right, the pressure on your clit unyielding and oh so perfect, all culminated in your body feeling like it was bursting into flames. Your body felt so heavy yet so light all at once, each atom being torn apart and sewn back together with threads of Pierre’s passion. You were sure you had stopped breathing, your lips moving rhythmically, chanting Pierre’s name as you clenched around him like a vice. He buried himself in you, coating your walls with ropes of hot cum.

He thrusted into you a few more times, watching the way a few drops of cum dripped down your thighs, mind set on fucking it back into you. His eyes were trained on where he ended and you began, pupils blown so large you couldn’t see his usual blue. He finally stopped, sucking in a large breath like you had a few moments beforehand. Your eyes were knowing, and when he finally looked back up at you, he knew there was something on your tongue you were dying to say.

“So, a tattoo kind and a breeding kink? Fuck doll, if I knew you were this kinky I would have jumped your bones a while ago.” Your lips twisted into a wicked grin, your eyes alight with mischief. Pierre’s cock twitched, the sight of you looking so pleased at the newfound information and the ideas he could imagine were making you smile like that were more than enough to have him ready for a round two with you.

He’d have plenty of time to let his tongue trace every tendril of ink that curled around your body, like vines of sin that he couldn’t wait to explore.

If only he could keep his hands off you long enough to get from the car to his hotel room.

[moony-jamie]

Okay long post that may or may not be shorter than expected but here we go. (I just wrote everything and it's pretty long, I think)

This will mostly be about things that happened in the past few weeks that made me emotional? Kinda? Stuff I want to talk about aka screaming it into the void that tumblr is. (Apparently it's mostly about football and my exams)

I'll put it under a keep reading thing, hopefully it works.

Okay where do I start?

I feel like I spend more time being emotional about football than worrying about my finals. Magdeburg was involved most of the time but also football that shares one braincell and the DFB hasn't seen it in a long time.

But let's start at the beginning.

On the 8th of May 46 years ago Magdeburg won the Cup Winners' Cup. Since it looked like the season will be cancelled and Magdeburg could go into a financial crisis, the fans organised a fundraising event in which they sold tickets for an imaginary trip to Rotterdam to win the cup a second time. This started around the 5th of April and went on for a month.

Obviously I got a ticket too and spend a whole week basically camping in front of my mailbox waiting for it. It took five days and I cried when it came.

It's beautiful, I love it a lot, one of my favourite players singed it, I'm in love.

They even managed to show the game in a re-live so that's the story how I screamed and cried after my English exam because we won the cup (again).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2qBL15JPO4g

And well then this video made me cry again and I feel like I spend more time crying over Magdeburg than actually studying for the exams but it's time well spend I guess.

(And no we didn't actually went to Rotterdam it was all imagination but it was great anyway)

During all of this Magdeburg desperately tried to get Milan's attention (for a possible rematch in four years for the 50th anniversary) by tweeting at them in badly translated Italian. Honestly that club is as dumb as I am and I love them a lot.

Apart from that football was all about pain the past weeks, starting with the fact that I can't scream my emotions out during football games? Like idk if it's a good coping mechanism or not but screaming for 90 minutes straight always helped me a lot.

Now I'm really mad that the DFB decided to start Bundesliga behind closed doors because first of all the Bundesliga is nothing without it's fans. Second, ending the season early would be the better option but well I told myself to calm so I will do calm.

BUT THEN they won't stop arguing about the 3. Liga and honestly I'm done with this shit. At least Magdeburg is the club with the braincells and said they want to end the season (I guess I chose the right club to stan).

The thing is Magdeburg isn't legally allowed to train or even play here in Saxony Anhalt but well apparently the DFB doesn't care and is now pressuring the politics into either allowing them to play or they will take away Magdeburg's (and Halle's) license and honestly that is so fucked up I can't believe it's actually happening.

Football, what a fun sport to stan :)

Enough about football tho, lets get into the important stuff. Or well the reason I actually took a break from tumblr.

My exams went surprisingly well despite the fact that I had to stop studying at some point because it just stressed me out.

It all started off with my Chemistry exam which was pretty easy. Besides my business administration exam it was the one that stressed me out a lot because I almost failed the mock exam and I just had a bad feeling overall.

But then I saw the tasks and everything was so easy?? Of course I started stressing again because I was finished with still an hour to go but then my classmate told me that she saw the teacher grading it and I had a lot of points already and?? I was so relieved?? Honestly I could've cried.

My English exam was the next one, two days after Chemistry.

There are two main parts in this one. The first one is the listening comprehension (nightmare of every German student) the second one is the written part.

In my school we have one room that has a very good acoustic in which the listening part wouldn't be a problem but due to Corona they talked about closing it because it might be unfair when it couldn't be used for everyone that wrote the more difficult exam (I not in the mood to explain the whole system right now but if you want to know more about it dm me).

Thursday I wrote my English teacher if she knows how it's planned right now and she confirmed that they will be using this room and that I will be in this room for the listening part. That was the first time I actually cried because of my exams.

Now English wasn't particularly bad but I have a weird feeling about it. We will see once I'll get the results.

My German exam was the next one and just like with the English exam I have a weird feeling but we'll have to see.

I got good results in both of my mocks so hopefully it will be fine.

The last one was my business administration exam and oh boy. I was stressing so much, I couldn't look at my notes without having a breakdown and it was bad, really bad.

I was praying for marketing to be a big part but of course my prayers weren't heard and there wasn't a single sign of it at all.

BUT luckily the main part of the exam was easy. Well not too easy but it was a topic where I didn't think they would make it the main part but they did. It was about loans.

Well we better don't talk about the rest of it but if my calculations are right I should get the required points.

I really don't want to get hopes up but I'm pretty sure I made it.

There is one exam left still but it will be some time around June and hopefully pretty easy so I'm not stressing too much right now.

Now that I finished the hardest part I hate how everyone was stressing me even more. People basically tell you that if you don't start studying months and months in advance you won't make it but?? No, it's not that.

I can't speak for other exams of course because well maybe we had a Corona bonus or whatever but I don't think so.

It really seems to be easy (at least for all the nightmare stories I always heard).

Also wtf F1? I walk out of my German exam and see that Vettel left Ferrari. Got my crying the whole day because well I don't mind him leaving Ferrari as much as I mind should he retire. I really don't want that.

And then I walk out of the business exam and they announce Carlos to Ferrari and Dan to McLaren. As if I wasn't emotional enough, F1 really decided to play with my feelings here huh.

But what else happened except for football and exams?

Well I walked my dog every day and saw all kind of animals during so. I don't know if it was because there were less people outside or just because we have a lot of fields and forests in general but it was pretty cool.

We saw rabbits, foxes, deers and even a snake (I only saw a wild snake once in my life so that's pretty cool)

Also managed to took a (bad) picture of a deer, isn't he cute?

Also a week ago my mom convinced me to buy a bunch of guppies for our tank and ever since we got them my betta got herself a goth girlfriend and I'm??? So soft??? For my gay fish??

They're very shy tho and I didn't manage to get a good picture of them yet but it's really cute. They're always hanging around each other.

Last week I was also able to go to the stable again since Jody isn't actually my horse and they only allowed owners on the property to stop the people from taking riding lessons.

This picture is from today, I wanted to take pictures in this field ever since I missed it last year and most of the flowers stopped blooming back then.

But I was able to go back and can go there again now that I have some free time and I'm just so happy.

Unfortunately now they aren't in full bloom either because we missed it again (thanks Corona 🙃) but the picture is nice enough so I don't mind too much.

By now I can't really think of anything else that happened.

As I said I'm now working on my Fanfiction. In theory I wanted it to be done by the end of May but I don't think I will make it but I'm not stressing myself with it either. Every chapter is more or less plotted so I hope writing will go by a little easier.

I don't know how many people actually read it until this point but if you did, thanks 💙

I'm just happy that I got all of it of my chest now since I wanted to talk about all this but I was getting tired to annoy my mom with it.

[f1ismyreligionandvettelismygod]

Here's my essay - because Sebastian Vettel deserves better...❤

Now I like to think I'm not a person who tries to embellish things and overreact when things are not right. I also keep to what I know, keep as factual as possible and I always make sure there is substance - that there is a reliable source to back up what I say.

Sebastian Vettel has been put under the microscope for years now and this season, even more than ever. The media and social media have been really going for it. They have a tendency of being very harsh and critical, based on his performance and from what they take from what is said about him from the people who know him best. However, it is almost never actual fact. They are taking what they hear and see and distorting it into what they want us to hear. They splice official statements from Ferrari, (which we know that Ferrari never give away much information anyway) so it suits the media's unfounded and untruthful articles. This allows for speculation, rumours, untruths, hate and trust and belief in the man, which has a major impact on his status and reputation, not only as a driver but as a person too. We rely on our papers and online media to inform us and give us reliable information but sadly, when it comes to Sebastian, it's normally giving him a dressing down, even when he's performed. Negativity seems to be the weapon of choice.

I remember when he first came to F1, they sung his praises. They would ask who this new kid was, who would shake hands with everyone he came into contact with - even the sound guy holding the boom for a TV interview. The guy was liked. He showed he had talent and a personality. He would put in the results in his first full season in F1 in 2008. He then introduced us all to his trademark finger as he made his mark by securing his maiden pole position and victory at Monza for a team that was midfield and hasn't had another win since. For a driver to do that in his career and then go on to be one of the most successful drivers in the history of the sport is very rare. Most drivers are in a top team before they make their mark. Vettel was the exception. He bucked the trend. This bode well for him as he joined an up and coming top team in the shape of Red Bull, in 2009, with him winning their maiden victory in China, only having raced 3 races with them and beating his well established team mate Mark Webber, who had already spent 2 full seasons with them. In fact it would take another victory from Vettel at Silverstone before Webber finally clinched maiden win at the Nürburgring. That's some achievement for somebody so young and so new to the sport. And he wouldn't be very far behind the runaway winner of the championship in 2009, winning again in Abu Dhabi and securing podium finishes and good points. The guy had talent and wasn't about to give up. So before the real success came to him he was stamping his authority, this guy meant business and he wasn't planning on going anywhere but up.

So he has already made an impression not only on himself but his teams, the F1 circus, the media and the fans and all in the space of 2 and a bit seasons. He caught the attention of the F1 world and in the most positive and captivating way because not only could this boy race, he was a thoroughly nice bloke to boot. That in itself was a recipe for success.

Then in 2010 his real success would start with a drivers world championship winging its way to him at the last gasp. He had competition too with at least another 4 drivers vying for the title until a few races before the end. And wasn't even one of the favourites at all throughout the season, even when it reached the last race, he was 3rd in line most likely to be champion statistically. And he never lead the championship either. 2011 he completely dominatated even outscoring his team mate Webber by well over 100 points, who came 3rd to Jenson Button who was also trounced by over 100 points in his McLaren. 2012 like 2010 saw a very interesting season but was mainly Ferrari's Fernando Alonso's to lose. Sebastian at one point being over 40 points adrift of Alonso with only half a dozen or so races left. He powered back though to make it the most exciting end to the season. And 2013 was just another show of his power and dominance winning 13 out of 19 races and again trouncing his team mate having almost double the amount of points 397 to 199. No one can deny this man of his achievements. He completely annihilated his team mate. That's not luck.

With the recent scrutiny over Vettel's performance and questioning whether he is now just a shell of his former self is being bounced back and forth across the F1 community. When it looks that way, things aren't always necessarily as they may seem. People may say he's lost it, he's being outwitted by a better driver in Hamilton and being shown up by his much younger new team mate Leclerc. When this may have some basis of truth behind it, I don't think these are the real reasons for his supposed demise.

2014 was a tough season for him. The new hybrid era had arrived, which was harnessed by Mercedes, he had a new team mate in Daniel Ricciardo and I'm almost certain that the tragic skiing accident involving Michael Schumacher had a massive impact on his season. He didn't win a single race that year. His worst season victory wise (not including his half season in 2007.) 2015 saw him make his move to the team of his dreams and it showed everyone that he hadn't lost his ability, winning 3 races for Ferrari. 2016 saw no wins again for the German but Ferrari as a team never won a race, they just didn't have the car and were beaten, not only by Mercedes but Red Bull too. Ferrari seemed to get some order back in the team in 2017, with Vettel winning 5 races for them. With a difficult team to beat in Mercedes, Vettel was now the first driver to split the Mercedes drivers for the championship, a task that was seeming almost impossible. And in 2018, again, Vettel came second in the drivers championship to Hamilton, with 4 race wins.

I think, regardless of what happened in between with mistakes and errors, both from himself and the team, that the facts speak for themself. Also, I stand firm in my belief that since the hybrid era, that unless you are in a Mercedes, it is practically impossible to win a world championship. But Seb has been the only one so far that has given it the fight and came second on 2 occasions. Yet he is the one who heavily criticised for trying.

As for the errors that he and the team have made over the years... it's very easy for a rival or an onlooker to criticise and say, well you should have done it this way or that way. When you are fighting for a win and ultimately a championship, you are relying on 3 main factors: yourself, your team and your car. If these 3 things become unhinged even in the slightest way, it becomes an uphill battle to get the results you desire. And when the team that you are trying to beat hasn't been beaten in 5 and a bit years, the pressure of winning becomes even greater. If we take a look at the last few years we can see that Seb has worked extremely hard to get the results that he has. He's had to push, he's had to take risks, he's made the car do things he probably shouldn't have been able to do, it's the only way he he can try to beat the Mercedes. But unfortunately pushing hard and giving it your all takes it's toll on you mentally and physically. There is only so much catching up you can do before you begin to wonder if you will ever see the end. It's a bit like those dreams where you are running but you appear to be getting nowhere. That is what it's been like for Vettel. It's not for a want of trying, it's just completely impossible to get anywhere when the team you are trying to beat is pretty much perfect. That's why you see him make mistakes; spinning, going off the track, brushing with other cars, crashing with other cars. Because he's having to push the car to the limit - push himself to the limit. Mercedes have a comfortable cushion which allows them to breeze a race. They can get their front row lockout and then sail off into the distance with engine management. The only pressure they're put under is from their team mates. And even then its not like they have to worry about it. If you have the machinery underneath you, that's half the battle. When you know your car is going to be fast and that you can conserve your engine and turn it up when it's needed, all you need to do then is keep the car on the track. That's the only pressure you are put under. Unlike with the rest of the field, where they have to fight for positions and push their cars to the limit for even a glimmer of hope of getting a good result.

So, for all the scrutiny and criticism that Vettel gets, if we take a step back and actually look at what he's up against, he's the only one currently that's showing a fight and trying to get more than the maximum out of himself, the car and the team. He is not just the hunter, he is the hunted. When he is desperately trying to catch a team which is untouchable, he has the added pressure of keeping a team like Red Bull behind him. He has it from all angles. There is only so much though that a driver can keep doing to try and beat the the most successful team on the grid. When you think you have caught up, they suddenly turn it up a notch. It's a common case of, you're damned if you do and damned if you don't. This must be incredibly frustrating when you are within touching distance but it slips out of your grasp at the last - every time. The mental effects this must have on a driver must be soul destroying, when you know you are doing everything in your power, putting your all into it and getting more than what you should out of the car, only to be outrun and then made to look like an amateur because you've actually had to race the car. It is very unfair to say that Vettel has been making all these mistakes and that he must be losing his touch. If he had the car under him, I don't even doubt for a second that I'd be writing this.

And of course because he is the only one who seems to be giving it 100% every race, sometimes it doesn't work out. We used to see errors right, left and centre from every driver up and down the field because they were at the limit pre-refuelling/pre-drs/pre-hybrid/pre-multiple compound tyres etc. And because of tyre/fuel/engine management, it's sad to say they are not pushing the cars like they used to. However drivers like Vettel and Hamilton, who are now classed as the veterans of the sport remember the times of pushing to the limit. These cars don't allow the same kind of racing anymore. So whoever has the car which has the best aero package, is the one who can afford to turn the engine down and then up when needed. And if the aero is good it looks after the tyres. These are 2 key ingredients that Mercedes have harnessed - the hybrid era and a convenient private test with Pirelli, all they needed was to shape their car around it and hey presto, there's nothing any other team can do. That's the biggest advantage of all.

So to sum up (for now) Sebastian Vettel still has it. He hasn't lost it. He never will. I believe it's the fact that no matter how hard he tries he will never be able to beat the car that has been moulded to dominate the hybrid era. And I believe that's why he seems so downbeat, he's not become undone. There's only so much chasing and fighting you can do, when all you seem to do is hit your head off a brick wall - that's got to be just a little bit soul destroying. If he wasn't great he'd be nowhere - but he's always there!

[miss-wanderlustwriter]

Fifth Wheel Part 2

Please be nice.

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

1400 words

Feedback, suggestions & requests all welcome ♥

I woke up with my mind trying to remember the night before, and I sat bolt upright. No way. That had to be a dream. I go in search of the girls for some information.

I walk into the kitchen of the apartment and find Molly already up and making pancakes, my fave, and whispering in hushed fast paced tones with Heather. I stood there leaning against the doorway for a few seconds before interrupting.

"Morning guys, what are we gossiping about?!"

They turned around wide eyes, glanced at each other and then...

"Y/N!!"

"Oh my god!"

"Tell us everything!"

"What happened?? How did you even meet? Did you kiss? Are you seeing him again??"

I literally had to take a step back. "Woaah guys slow down, and one at a time. I take it that last night wasn't a dream" I said with a smile creeping onto my face. "I was just coming to ask you about it, make sure it actually happened."

I told them the full story over breakfast and let them in on the fact I was supposed to be seeing Daniel again later that day. I didn't tell them however about my doubts. I mean this was Daniel Ricciardo. And I was bad enough letting in guys as it was; I'd had one serious boyfriend who broke my heart and since then the walls had been up and I hadn't let anyone in. Also why the hell would he be interested in me anyways. What would be getting from this, I'm a nobody, he's a superstar.

Overthinking = Bad. But that's how I've always been.

I don't deny Molly and Heather the chance to help me get ready, what to wear, hair and make-up. I think they're more excited than me. I just feel sick.

We settled for high waisted red shorts, matching red lipstick, a black off the shoulder t-shirt, a long black cardigan and my dark blond hair was left in loose natural curls. Casual but classy.

It was late afternoon and we agreed we'd meet by the harbour. The sun was shining as I left the flat and I felt... okay. Surprisingly. My walls were back up. I was independent and confident and on guard.

I was leaning on the railings looking out the boats, the sea and the sun as it was lowering in the sky, when I felt his presence beside me.  

"May I ask what a beautiful girl is doing spending her Saturday afternoon alone?" I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Oh I'm just waiting for somebody." I replied, not looking at him and trying not to smile.

"Oh right. Well I hope he's worth it. And insanely good looking."

"Yeah he's okay I guess." Shrugging as I turned towards him, allowing a smile to creep onto my face.

Gorgeous in fact.

"Hi." His smile was just dazzling.

"Hi."

He was wearing grey skinny jeans and an oversized black t-shirt, with his cap, of course. He was just so effortlessly beautiful.

"Well I definitely like meeting you better when you aren't throwing insults at me after I say hello." He chuckled.

I blushed. "Yeahh again, I'm sorry about that. Must have been the wine talking."

He tried to suppress a smile and look serious "Sure, sure." Sarcasm.

He asked me about why I was in Monaco and why he hadn't met me before. I explained I was here for a holiday with my girls, just a couple of weeks to get away from normal life. And boy was I getting away from it, this still felt like a dream.

We starting walking along the front around the harbour, just chatting, throwing banter back and forth. Brushing arms every once in a while, this electricity, I'd never felt it before and I'm not gonna lie it was freaking me out.

We found a cute bar and sat out the front with our drinks, he pulled his chair round to sit next to me so we could watch the sunset.

"Okay," he starts "We’ve done the pleasantries, let's get to the heavy stuff. What's your deal? Beautiful, funny, intelligent girl. Why do you need to escape your life?"

Alarm bells. Check defences.

"Ermm..." I tuck my hair behind my ear and stare out to the sea "Just a bad break up really."

He waits.

I exhaled. "With someone I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with, we'd been together since school, and yeah I found out he'd been cheating. It's been nearly a year, but he keeps trying to get back in touch so I needed to get away from the drama." All the while looking anywhere but him. I peeked a sideways glance and saw him brow furrowed and watching me intently. "It's okay, really, I'm okay."

I offered a smile, and tried to lighten the mood. "But your turn Mister, heavy stuff, why are you spending your time with a nobody like me, when you could be out at all the fancy parties meeting models and actress'?" Wow this cocktail must have gone straight to my head!

The corners of his mouth now start to lift up and I stare for a couple of seconds too long, but I don't think he notices as he looks down and shakes his head at me.

"What?"

"You." He lifts his gaze back to my confused expression, which makes him smile even more. "You're unbelievable, why would I not want to be around you. I've never been able to be myself like this around someone new for a while, you make me comfortable and nervous all at the same time." And as he carries on he take my hand in his and rubs my palm with his thumb; my heart nearly stopped.

"And like I said before, you're beautiful, funny, even though most of the sarcasm is aimed at me," He raises his eyebrow at me and a smirk appear on my lips, "And intelligent, I can't remember the last time I enjoyed talking to someone more. So that, Missis, is why I would pick being here with you over everything."

I cleared my throat "Wow that, err, escalated quickly." Our hands were now intertwined and it made my heart flutter. What is wrong with me.

"But I... I feel the same. This sounds crazy when I met you less than 24 hours ago, but I feel like I've just met a guy that I really like, not a crazy famous F1 driver, if that makes any sense."

"Yes it does." Is all he says. He squeezes my hand and asks if we should leave, we'd been there a good few hours and it was dark now. As we're walking under the lights and the stars he takes my hand again. He's already asked if he can walk me home and I agreed.

We arrive at my apartment block, and I would have invited him up if it wasn't for Molly and Heather, who I know would have a field day if Daniel Ricciardo turned up in our apartment.

We stop on the street, him being unnaturally quiet as I felt the air around become thick and I look up into his deep brown eyes, illuminated by the street lights and my heart rate increases.

His hand leaves mine but moves up to my face, running his thumb along my cheekbone and holding my gaze, so intently.

It felt like gravity was drawing us together; I closed my eyes and his lips pressed onto mine.  

So soft and so gently. As it got deeper my hands went to his chest and then around his neck while he caressed my face and his other hand gripped my waist.

We broke apart, both a little bit breathless and smiling as he leant his forehead against mine. I thought first kisses like that only existed in the movies.

"I'll see you tomorrow beautiful girl." He said quickly kissing my lips again.

Not trusting myself to talk I just nodded and he turned to walk away making sure he held onto my hand until the last second, leaving me standing there in utter shock and giddiness.

I reluctantly made my way to the door, bracing myself for the 20 questions (probably more) I would be getting from Molly and Heather, but still unable to remove the smile from my face.

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The 2021 F1 Calendar: Here’s What To Expect

It’s fair to say that the 2020 campaign has been an odd one with just one thing painfully predictable, Lewis Hamilton winning. Will next year be the same?

In some ways, it most likely will be but in other things could look very different. Either way, we’re looking at what to expect from the 2021 F1 calendar.

What To Expect From The 2021 F1 Calendar

Financial limits

Yep, that’s right, when the next season gets underway it will do so with new financial rules in place with the sole intention of levelling the playing field – or at least reducing how drastically different it is.

Some people hate the idea of a cost cap being introduced but it’s hardly an innovative step in the sports world with the big American leagues such as the NBA and NFL having used versions of them for a while.

Where F1 is concerned, the rules only apply to investment into the cars themselves. Even then it’s got to be deemed as carrying an on-track benefit so teams will still be able to go out and pay huge wages to attract – or keep – the best drivers and support team.

Will it make a huge impact in 2021? Possibly not. Fast forward a few years though and we suspect changes will be felt.

Limiting upgrades and bespoke parts

Don’t worry, not all of our article is going to be about limits being put in place. This section, however, is another rule tweak that aims to metaphorically condense the racing pack.

Current regulations allow teams to make substantial changes throughout the season that are believed to favour certain bigger teams. That margin of benefit will squeeze in 2021.

The changes don’t appear enormous on the surface but, if you’re more in tune with the mechanics behind F1 you will appreciate the impact they’ll bring.

Key vehicle parts such as fuel pumps will need to meet a standard requirement whilst other car parts that suffer natural wear and tear during a race weekend won’t be open to unlimited replacements.

Aston Martin are back

It has been 60 years since they last entered a Grand Prix but the wait is nearly over for Aston Martin with Racing Point to be no more.

Lawrence Stroll, who has a net worth of $2.6bn, has coughed up a hefty investment and his direct communication style has seen Sergio Perez announce he’ll be moving on with four time Champion Sebastian Vettel to arrive as the number one driver.

The second driver for the new boys will be current Racing Point man and son of team investor, Lance Stroll. He’s not just there to make up the numbers though with the 22-year-old having captured his first pole position and second podium finish of his career this season.

Whether the team can compete at the top of the field remains to be seen but there will be lots of eyes on them when things get started.

Car changes

People do like to get carried away when news of car changes emerge but, as has been proven by Romain Grosjean’s recent crash, sometimes you should reserve judgement.

That said, the changes being made for 2021 shouldn’t create any controversy because the alterations will likely lead to an all-round improved race experience.

For starters, the spectators have been carefully considered with several small tweaks being made to bring ‘sex appeal’ to the cars themselves whilst the more detailed changes will alter how the cars race. How? It’s all in the science.

Essentially, the current model of cars place an invisible drag on those in close proximity behind them making the prospect of overtaking much harder.

That’s going to change in 2021 meaning you can expect cars to get closer to one another with races likely to see many more overtakes – even on notoriously tighter tracks.

Lewis Hamilton to be a standalone record holder

We’ve just thrown out several reasons why the 2021 calendar might be the hardest Championship to call in years and yet it’s still tough to see past Lewis Hamilton reigning supreme once again.

The Brit stands head and shoulders above most in the sports history with his latest achievement pulling level with Michael Schumacher’s seven world titles. To put it in comparison for people who are not familiar with F1, let’s say Hamilton is LeBron and Schumacher is Michael Jordan.

LeBron has already placed his name in the Top 5 Los Angeles Lakers of All-Time and won NBA rings with three different teams. Still, even though James keeps breaking records, comparing him to Jordan still raises a few eyebrows.

It’s exactly the same with Lewis Hamilton: saying that the Brit might be the best F1 racer of all time – and he has enough records to prove it – keeps sparkling some discussions with the conservative nostalgia fond fans, that miss Schumacher, Senna and all the other past greats.

Hamilton, who will miss this weekend’s race with Covid-19, has previously allowed for rumours of a retirement announcement to swell but everything points to Mercedes doing whatever it takes to keep hold of the biggest name in F1.

The latest reports suggest Hamilton wants north of $50m to pen a new deal but, truth be known, it will probably prove a snip. He’s just that good and it will be a brave person that bets against him making it title number eight next year.

There you have it, five things to expect from the 2021 F1 calendar. What else did we miss?

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Here have a bunch of my Transformers OC’s. If you wanna draw them feel free I guess. Just credit me.

NAme: Inkjet

Gender: Mech

Species: Cybertronian

Altmode: Black 2017 Mazda MX-5 Miata

Faction: Autobots

Appearance: Inkjet is a smaller, somewhat round bot, with a completely black frame. He has blue optics and his headlights are yellow and function as his way of speaking. His neck is scarred and mangled, as he was tortured by the Decepticons, which caused him to lose his voice.

Personality: Inkjet is not much of a fighter, and he prefers to let others fight.  He is emotionally connected to a human named Ruth, and will protect her at all costs. Curious about human culture, he enjoys listening to the radio and communicates through morse code or his radio.

Special Features: Mangled neck, Autobot symbol on left shoulder

Weapons: Tattoo needles, Pulse Cannon

Other:

-I was really worried he’d be too much like Bumblebee but he’s not

-Soft boy

-He’s a sweetheart

-He still believes there's good in Decepticons despite what they did to him

-He’s a member of Team Screenshot (Which consists of him, Feedback, Teal, Turquoise, Spectrum and Slickshift)

-Too pure for this world

-Help him

-Amazing tattoo artist, he was in very high demand

-His morse code is normally slow but when he gets scared or excited it goes really fast and nobody understands it except for Ruth (She has like… Cybertronian enhancements that allow her to understand it)

-His favorite Earth animal is the Snapping Turtle (WHY)

NAme: Feedback

Gender: Mech

Species: Cybertronian

Altmode: Orange Lamborghini Gallardo LP560-4

Faction: Former Decepticon, Currently an Autobot

Appearance: A broad shouldered, rather tall mech, his orange plating is bright against gray undertones, along with doorwings. Numerous scrapes and scars. His optics are purple.

Personality: Feedback is nervous around others, his past makes him think he’ll hurt anyone. Massively overprotective, he fights with little control, and has psychological issues. A lot of them.

Special Features: Autobot symbol is clearly overlaid over the Decepticon one of his left doorwing.

Weapons: Dual pulse blasters, stasis dagger

Other: GAYYYYY

-Kinda an asshole

-He trusts nothing except Team Screenshot

-Which is like trusting a mamba

-His nervousness makes him trigger happy and that makes Teal nervous

-Cannot be trusted around explosives

NAme: Turquoise

Gender: Femme

Species: Cybertronian

Altmode: Turquoise Carrera GT

Faction: Autobot

Appearance: Turquoise is not an extremely big femme, nor is she small. SHe is actually reasonably sized, and you probably wouldn’t notice her if she wasn’t BRIGHT TURQUOISE. She had doorwings, which move constantly. Her optics are dark blue.

Personality: Derp master extreme. Accidental badass, who is super smart but talks/acts without thinking. Her underlying aggressiveness is undermined by her insane loyalty.

Special Features: Autobot symbol on chest

Weapons: Sword, double mini blasters

Other: Smokequoise. Turqstorm. Jazzquoise. SHIPS

-Has a huge dumb crush on Jazz in every universe ever

-Smokescreen and her are more platonic than anything

-Teal and her are extremely close (TOUCH HIM AND I'LL MURDER YOU)

-She’s an okay person

-Loves Earth music and Animals

-She likes using the groundbridge to go places and see different animals.

-Ratchet thinks she’s crazy

-Has ADHD

-Her front left tire falls off hen hit just right. She keeps saying she’ll get that fixed but she never does.

-She fishes in her spare time.

-She caught a shark once (In Australia)

-She has an alligator she keeps in the garage’s basement. His name is Godzilla.

-She has a dog too, his name is Smokey

-She tries to flirt with Jazz but he’s oblivious.

-Whenever Jazz comes around she blushes super hard and tries to keep calm and fails

-OMFG REPTILES

-She loves reptiles with a passion and protects them

-She’s a cryptid among poachers it’s just like this giant blue robot comes out and kicks their butts and takes the animals

-Nobody believes them b/c she has an EMP generator so they can’t get pictures ;3

Name: Teal

GEnder: Mech

Species: Cybertronian

Faction: Autobot

Altmode: Teal 2007 GMC Topkick 4x4 Pickup

Appearance: Teal is FREAKING HUGE, rivalling Optimus in size. He is quite bulky, looking very fierce despite the fact he’s not a fighter. He. like Turquoise, had doorwings and blue optics.

Personality: Teal, like his spark-twin Turquoise, is easily distracted. He is quite powerful, but prefers to leave the fighting to others. He is insanely loyal, and very aggressive when those he cares about are threatened

Special Features: Autobot symbol on chest

Weapons: Twin pulse cannons, Warhammer

Other:

-loves birds

-So much. Birds are the greatest

-Birds love him too. At any given time there's at least three birds hiding in his plating

-Sometimes he opens his doors in alt mode and sparrows fly out and Ratchet screams

-A big soft man

-Highly protective of his little sister (Even though she’s the older one)

-Makes weird squeaky noises

-Loves tractor pulls and cows and just being in rural areas

-He’s so gentle it’s amazing

-Ratchet came out to the back of the garage to see him in recharge in a field surrounded by cows with birds perched all along his shoulders and was like ‘Teal why are you like this’

-Teal regrets everything he did as a warrior but the birds make him feel better about himself.

- ‘Turquoise what the fUck’

The twins make fun of Ultra Magnus constantly like the giant children they are

Name: Spectrum

GEnder: Mech

Species: Cybertronian

Faction: Autobots

Altmode: Turquoise and white F1 racecar

Appearance: In build, Spectrum is a lot like Turquoise, small, with aerodynamic plating and the family doorwings. He is white with turquoise racing stripes and biolights on his doorwings edges. His optics are bright green.

Personality: Literally the stereotypical ‘cool dude’. He says things like ‘totes rad’ and ‘YOLO’ and fingerguns a lot. He annoys everyone.

Special Features: Autobot symbol on his lower abdomen (Like Bumblebee)

Weapons: Twin laser pistols.

Other:The Bluetwin’s cousin. Do Cybertronians have cousins?

-Legendary weirdo

-What the fuck

-I love his design tho

Name: Bonebiter

GEnder: Mech

Species: Cybertronian(?)

Faction: Decepticons

Altmode: Off Road vehicle of unknown make

Appearance: Bone takes the form of a hyena, with spines creating a bushy mane on his back and large, powerful fangs. He is silver with darker grey accents and red optics.

Personality: Bonebiter is the literally epitome of being a jerk. He’s mean, crude, teases both friend and foe, and is rude and sarcastic, even to those who he KNOWS could beat the shit out of him. He makes horrible snide comments about EVERYTHING, and he’s unbearable.

Special Features: No robot mode, Decepticon symbol on right side (In hyena and vehicle modes)

Weapons: Extremely strong jaws, claws

Other:

Name: Blizzardburst

GEnder: mech

Species: Cybertronian

Faction: Decepticons

Altmode: F-16 fighter jet

Appearance: Blizzard is white with pale blue accents on his torso and wings. A rather lithe seeker, he had red optics with orange speckled in them.

Personality: Cold, harsh and brutally effective, he has no qualms with killing, or changes in leadership. In fact, all the otehr Decepticons are afraid of him, with the exceptions of Soundwave and Megatron. Even Bluebolt gives him a hasty respect.

Special Features: Decepticon symbol on wings

Weapons: Rocket launchers, ice missiles (Like TFA Blitzwing)

Other

Name: Slickshift

GEnder: Mech

Species: Cybertronian

Faction: Autobot

Altmode: Diesel Truck. A Blue one. With sparkles.

Appearance: Slick is around the size of Ultra Magnus, so is by no standards small. He’s a big buff dude, with kind green optics.

Personality: Cinnamon roll. He’s a sweetheart,and all of Team Screenshot will MURDER you if you so much as look at him wrong. He’s not much of a fighter, and is actually a bit of a crybaby

Special Features: TALL BOY, Autobot symbol on chest

Weapons: Mace

Other: Poor baby

Name: Fasttrack

GEnder: Mech

Species: Cybertronian (Former Stunticon)

Faction: Decepticon

Altmode: Green F1 Race Car

Appearance: He’s a skinny lime green asshole with bright fucking red optics.

Personality: He’s a jerk. That’s it. He is rude to everyone, literally gives nobody respect, not even MEgatron, and its remarkable he follows orders.

Special Features: Weird fin things on his arms, Decepticon logo on chest

Weapons: Twin energon blades

Other: he’s totally crushing on blizzard but blizzard gives no fucks

Name: Cobalt

Gender: Femme

Species: Cybertronian

Faction: Autobot (Former Decepticon)

Altmode: f-22 Fighter Jet and Dodge Viper

Appearance: Cobalt is dark blue (Although not navy, just normal blue) with wings and pedes not unlike seekers. She is set like a sports model, although some Seeker traits do shine through, most notably in her wings, pedes and helm.

Personality: Cobalt can be quiet when around strangers, although when she is comfortable she is loud and energetic. She is very very smart, and creative, although she does have problems with anger.

Special Features: Autobot logo on chest (Cockpit/hood)

Weapons: Katana and throwing stars (She’s a fucking ninja)

Other: Transformsona (Besides the twins)

Name: Replicator

Gender: Mech

Species: Cybertronian

Faction: Autobot technically (His methods are…. questionable)

Altmode: DNA Extractor (OR CNA)

Appearance: Replicator, through some serious work on his own frame and weird circumstance, looks eerily like Perceptor. Although he has blue instead of red, and lacks the signature microscope features, the resemblance is uncanny.

Personality: Replicator will do anything in the sake of his research, although he does have a conscious and morals, so he hasn’t done anything too horrendous. Yet. He tends to be a total jackass to everyone, whines constantly, and is a complete coward. So yeah. Annoying.

Special Features: He can extract and replicate CNA, Autobot symbol on shoulders

Weapons: None (he’s a useless sonofabitch)

Other:

Name: Carboncopy

GEnder: Mech

Species: Dinobot

Faction: Autobot (Reluctantly)

Altmode: Allosaurus (NOT A T REX DAMMIT)

Appearance: He looks like Grimlock. That's it, he looks like Grimlock. He has tattoos on his tail, courtesy of Ink. (They’re dinosaur bones)

Personality: An angry, bratty giant child, he complains that ‘I AM NOT GRIMLOCK’ so often it’s probably burned into his processor. He blames Replicator for all his problems.

Special Features: Autobot symbol on chest

Weapons: Jaws, tail, grabby hands of DEATH

Other:

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DeLorean

Military

Infantry fighting vehicle BMP-3

HMMWV A2

F4U Corsair

Skeletons

Human

Lion

Horilla

Horse

Allosaurus

Wolf

World of Guns: Gun Disassembly Media

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Tech Specs

OS: XP and higher

Memory: 1024 MB RAM

DirectX: Version 9.0c

Network: Broadband Internet connection

Storage: 200 MB available space

RECOMMENDED:

OS: XP and higher

Memory: 1024 MB RAM

Network: Broadband Internet connection

Storage: 200 MB available space

FIRST 15 MINUTES GAME PLAY – World of Guns: Gun Disassembly – The Virtual Gun Wiki! World of Guns: Gun Disassembly is your GO-TO game if you love guns and all the technical aspects of guns.