#max obsessed with lewis lips

[kievlyane]

they definitely would be badass couple that everyone wanted to be. both of them get lots of love letters from random girls and boys and all students are jealous that they have so sweet and strong love. everyone wants to be with lewis or max and freaks out because “i don’t care how short is your skirt emma”. lewis goes to karate and really good at biology and chemistry. max loves his engineering classes and goes to gym. everyone knows that they will protect each other and scary to make some bad moves on them

[uluvjay]

How I think F1 drivers would kiss you…

|LEWIS HAMILTON |. Lewises kisses make you feel like you’re on top of the world, the way he moves his lips against yours makes everything else fade away. His hands usually find themselves cupping your cheeks, cradling the back of your head, or resting on your waist. He’s also a lover of hand kisses, more specifically placing kisses on your ring finger with the promise of one day marrying you.

After a bad race this man doesn’t even give you the chance to speak before he has you pressed against him with your lips locked in a hot kiss. His large tattooed hand comes to tangle in your hair as his tongue fights against yours, and next thing you know he has you bent over his massage table…

| MAX VERSTAPPEN | His everyday kisses are the kind that have you blushing and butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He holds you by the chin or places a gentle hand on the back of your neck and pulls you in. He always dips back in for one more after initially pulling away because he can never get enough of you.

Now if he’s pissed after a bad race his grip is much stronger, there’s no escaping his bruising kiss. He enjoys nipping at your lower lip and allowing you no chance at taking over the kiss. He’ll keep you pinned against his body until he has you begging him for something more..

| LANDO NORRIS | His kisses are HOT, there’s never a time where he doesn’t slip his tongue in your mouth even when he’s rushing. His hands are glued to your ass, he’s gripping and groping the entire time, he feels like unless he works a small whimper from you then he didn’t kiss you good enough. Sometimes when he’s feeling cheeky he’ll allow his hands to travel up under your shirt to feel your skin and run his thumbs along the bottom of your bra. And while he’ll never admit it out loud he loves when you sit on his lap and he gets to kiss you and feel up on you for as long as he pleases.

Now if it’s after a bad race his kisses don’t change much but his handling does, his hands are tangled in your hair or resting at the base of your throat and he squeezes just enough to earn himself a moan from you. He has you pinned somewhere, either a wall of his drivers room or on the couch as he balances over you with his body rutting into yours.

| CHARLES LECLERC | Charles kisses you like you’re gonna disappear, he’s obsessed with loving on you, his lips move so softly against your own. His hands are usually tangled in your hair or cradling your cheeks, and he lovesss rubbing his nose against yours before completely pulling away. He is not a fan of quick pecks, he doesn’t care how late he’s running he will always have time to give you a proper kiss.

After a bad race he quite literally seeks out a kiss from you, he’ll hold you close with a firm hand cupping the back of your neck as he locks your lips. They move a bit more rough but still slow, he’s had to go all that time without being to kiss you and he’s not going to rush it.

| LANCE STROLL | This man’s hand placement is perfection, when he kisses you it’s slow and intimate, his hands are either both rested on your waist or one is settled there while the other cups your cheek. His kisses make you feel like it’s your first kiss every time, he doesn’t even have to say he loves you because you can feel it in the way he kisses you.

Now if it’s after a bad race his whole demeanor changes, his kisses become rough and fast, your teeth are clashing as his hand rests on the base of your throat and he purposefully places his thigh between your legs.

| ALEX ALBON | He kisses you with nothing but love, he absolutely loves to kiss your cheeks and side of your head, it’s his go to spot as you pull away from a hug. But don’t underestimate him, he leaves you breathless and chasing after his lips when he kisses you. He likes to hold and stroke your cheek with his thumb as he kisses you, he enjoys feeling your cheeks heat up under his hand.

Now if it’s a bad race he has you pinned to a wall as he kisses you hard, his hand has moved from your cheek into your hair as he tangles his fingers in your locks. His lips move feverishly against yours as he does his best to forget what just happened out on the track.

| OSCAR PIASTRI |. Oscar’s kisses are a bit more light but nonetheless loving, he enjoys placing a sweet kiss to your lips that makes your heart flutter and blush tint your cheeks. His hand placement is top tier, they always find themselves on your waist, hips, lower back, sometimes even slips a hand into your back pocket, and he always strokes your hair as you two finally pull apart.

After a bad race I don’t think he gets rough, he’ll definitely sit you on his massage table and stand between your thighs or pull you onto his lap as you fall into a small make out sesh. He’ll mark you up a little but it’s usually only where his eyes can see.

| LOGAN SARGEANT |. His kisses are soft but intimate, he pours all of his love into kissing you and doesn’t pull away until you are both in need of air. He loves kissing your forehead so much so that it’s become a pre-race ritual for you two and he looks forward to it every single race. He is also a big lover of hand kisses, he loves trailing his lips along your knuckles.

After a bad race he allows you to take control, he’ll pull you on his lap and let you make everything better. He loves holding you close by your waist as you trail your lips along his face before finally attaching your lips in a slow and comforting make out.

| DANIEL RICCIARDO |. Daniel loves kissing you, it’s one of his favorite activities. He always finds himself smiling brightly into a kiss leading him to pulling away from your lips and trailing kisses all over your face instead. He loves holding you close by your waist and often times it ends up with you two hugging while he kisses your sweet spot and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

Now after a bad race he switches, his lips are rough against yours as he has a tight grip on your hair, head pulled back as he trails kisses all over the column of your throat before trailing them back up and keeping you locked in a hot and heavy make out.

| CARLOS SAINZ |. Carlos kisses are typically soft and quick, he’s not big on making out unless you’re both in the mood but best believe his hand placement is good. He usually rests a hand on your waist or bum as he pulls you close and places a series of small pecks to your lips, sometimes he’ll pull you in close with a hand on the back of your neck but it’s not his go to.

After a bad race kissing your lips isn’t really on his mind, he’ll trap you against the wall of his drivers room and trail kisses from your lips down your body until he has you whimpering and withering for him.

[mirohlayo]

F1 DRIVERS AND THEIR FAVORITE

SPOTS TO KISS YOU

( include piastri, norris, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, russel, verstappen & ricciardo )

warning : none, fluff

note : nobody asked but my fav car so far is the sf24 then right after the w15

─ OSCAR PIASTRI

your hands. the back of your hands precisely. it's as simple as him, he loves kissing the back of your hand. he finds it cute but also very affectionate. he's the type of guy who likes subtle touches, subtle way to show off his love for you. so whenever he's holding your hand, he reminds himself to kiss it, brushing his lips softly on your fingers then pressing a kiss on the back of your hand. of course he loves kissing you, both your face and the rest of your body, but he makes your hand his favorite space to leave plenty kisses. sweet and tender kisses.

─ LANDO NORRIS

your lips. boy is addicted to your lips. kissing you is one of his favorite activities, especially when it comes to your lips. they just taste sweet against his ones. but he also likes different types of kiss. sometimes it's a little rougher, then sometimes it's just so soft and gentle. he loves to vary the kisses but he especially loves how your lips move against his. just ask him to kiss you and the second later he's already pecking every part of your face, avoiding your lips because he wants to save them for last. the best for the end of course.

─ CHARLES LECLERC

the corner of your lips. it's so cute yet so hot at the same time. this spot is his favorite one because it makes him feel so captivated by you and the kiss but also it can simply change the atmosphere and make the kiss so much more sensual. the corner of your lips is a warning of what can happen next. it's like the limit to cross to be able to enjoy a real kiss. but it's still so sweet, the way he's caring about how it feels. you always ask for more when he's pressing his lips on this spot, and of course he can't refuse. after all, he needs more too.

─ CARLOS SAINZ

your neck. when i say your neck, it can be every part of it. back of your neck or even the crook of your neck. it really depends on his mood. when your back is to him, he takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist and press softly his lips on the back of your neck. and then he pecks this spot until your giggles stop. or when it's cuddle time, and that his head is hiding in the crook of your neck, he randomly starts to leave kisses here and there, soft and wet. it's just pure sign of affection.

─ LEWIS HAMILTON

your face. this man doesn't really have a real favorite spot, he just loves kissing every part of your face. forehead, cheeks, lips, moles, literally everything. as long as he can kiss you, it doesn't matter. he thinks your face is the perfect place for him to leave all types of kiss. he also adores discovering new parts to kiss. he admires your pretty face and then scans every single spots just to kiss the ones his lips never touche before. which is impossible from the fact he literally kissed every little corner of your face.

─ GEORGE RUSSEL

your forehead. his favorite spot by far. forehead kisses are definitely made for him. it's such a easy way to show off his whole love by just a simple touch. on such a simple yet cute spot of your face. some would think it's more friendly, but you know from the way he kisses you so tenderly that it is pure love. and this spot is just perfect for every situation. in public, private, softer moments or emotional moments. he's never afraid to kiss you here when he knows he can fully express his love.

─ MAX VERSTAPPEN

your shoulders. he's obsessed with this spot i swear. he doesn't know why your shoulders in particular but he adores leaving plenty sweet kisses on them. he would start pressing his soft lips against yours then slowly go down to your shoulders. bonus point if you wear a top that shows your shoulders. but he keeps this spot for private moments. just when there are you and him. he wants to make every single touches so perfect, that's why he prefers to not show affection in public.

─ DANIEL RICCIARDO

your cheeks. your cute cheeks. same, he's completely obsessed with them. he loves to gently squeeze your cheeks, it just makes you adorable. of course he can't resist to this cuteness, he needs to kiss your big cheeks. and you always blush after that, which is even more adorable because then he doesn't stop leaving more and more kisses on this spot. this boy can literally kiss your red cheeks every minute without getting tired. and obviously it's the same for you. you also loves kissing his cheeks.

[amirasainz]

I’m obsessed with this blog so much!!!

What about amira was bored and decided to bake the grid baked good, save to say they are more in love or adore her more

OK.. sooo.... the Pierre and Kika part turned kind of smutty (I loved writing it). I hope you enjoy reading and let me know if you have any requests.

-XoXo

I like you, have a cupcake🧁

It truly was a scene out of a fairytale. Amira, dressed in a beautiful green gown with matching makeup, carried a basket brimming with Ferrari cupcakes. Little did most people know that her true passion lay in baking.

With an exuberant grin, she entered the paddock and spotted Lewis and Fernando. Skipping over to them, she called out, “Lew-Lew, Nando. Guess what?” The two men exchanged grins, eagerly asking, “What?” Amira proudly presented her cupcakes: one adorned with a tiny racing helmet for Nando and another shaped like a car for Lewis. Their awe was palpable as they stared at her creations. “Go on, try them,” she urged, nervously playing with her hair.

After the first bite, the two world champions showered her with praise. With kisses on their cheeks, Amira sought out her other friends. Max, Key, and little P were next. P, with her innocent curiosity, asked, “Aunty Ami, what’s in your basket?” Amira replied, maintaining a serious tone, “Well, my lovely gato, this magical basket holds cupcakes for you, your Mama, and your Papa.”

Kelly and Max, overhearing the sweet exchange, approached. Max hugged Amira tightly, while Kelly planted a brief kiss on her forehead. As she distributed the cupcakes, they all savored the magical treats. Max leaned down to Penelope’s height and whispered, “At least one of your Mamas can bake.” making him share a meaningful glance with Kelly.

After a sweet goodbye and a promise for dinner this weekend Amira ran to Kika and Pierre. Before she could run too far, a pair of strong arms picked her up from the ground. She immediately realised who it was. "Pierre, let me down" she laughed. Kika and Pierre were giggling with her, immediately crowding her against the wall. The two of them really had no limit. After sharing two kisses with Kika and Pierre on the lips, because according to them this is how close friends greeted each other in France and Portugal, she told them a bit breathless about her creation. "Oh Babygirl, you are truly an angel" whispered Pierre in her ear while Kika slowly kissed her neck. Pierre took a bit of the cupcake cream, smeared it on Amiras lips and kissed it off of them. "Mmmmhhh, amazing" he whispered. He held the cupcakes up for Kika, who did the exact same thing. While Kika was cleaning Amira from any excess creme (kissing her breathless) Pierre brushed his hands over her body and kissed her temple.

Before the situation could escalate anymore, the little group got interrupted from Pierre team principal. "You know, babgirl. If you come over to us tonight, Pierre and I can show you the real way to use whipped cream in the bed" Kika said to her with a predatory glint in her eyes. "The real way?" asked Amira naively. "Ohh amour, we have a lot of learning to do."

Amira, having settled down from her playful escapade with Pierre and Kika, continued distributing cupcakes. As she encountered George, Alex, Lily, and Carmen, she offered each of them a sweet treat along with a warm hug, saying, “One for you.” Lily couldn’t help but exclaim, “This girl is too good for this world,” a sentiment echoed by the other three.

Amira followed the same approach when giving Oscar and Lando their cupcakes. However, the two papaya drivers weren’t willing to let her go so easily. They convinced her to play a round of Monopoly, which was really just an excuse to keep her company.

As for Carlos and Charles, after the race, they discovered picture-perfect cupcakes waiting in their drivers’ room. Attached were two heartfelt notes. If the two of them shed a few tears after reading Amira’s encouraging messages, well, that was their little secret.

[lewisvinga]

carmen | lando norris x fem! reader

summary; y/n was addicting to everyone, the boys and the girls. lando was just another one in her path to become ultimately addicted.

warnings; mentions of sex, drinking, drugs, reader is sometimes referred to as carmen by others

notes; lana ate w carmen

‘born to die’ series masterlist.

f1 masterlist !

“Who is that?”

“Carmen?” Max questions after Lando had gestured to a girl standing by Lewis. Her long blown-out hair, the red dress, and the matching red lip immediately caught Lando’s attention when they stepped into the club to celebrate their podium.

“Her name is Carmen? Like George’s girlfriend?”

“Not really, it’s Y/n, but many people call her Carmen,” Max shrugs. “She’s friends with Lewis though, I see her often in these kinds of scenes. Quite popular in Monaco.”

“Really?” Lando questions with a raised eyebrow. “Never heard of her.”

“Yeah, good. Everyone, they all like Carmen, obsessed with her even.” The Dutch driver began as they made their way to where the other drivers were. “But she hooks up with everyone and leaves them heartbroken. So be careful.”

The McLaren driver shrugs in response, keeping his eyes on the topic of the conversation. Something about her made him attracted to her. Possibly it was the way she would throw her head back when she laughed at a joke Lewis said or the way she’d flip back her long locks.

Lando simply couldn’t keep his eyes off her even when he was at the front of the dance floor in front of the DJ stand. Y/n had noticed him staring earlier at night and standing near him. The Brit signals her to come over to him.

Her red-painted lips curled into a smile, her heels clicking against the floor as she approached him. “You’ve been starin’ all night.” She says with a melodic laugh.

“Can’t help it when I see a girl like you.”

“You’re a special one, Lando Norris,” Y/n says with a raised brow and a smile. The Brit flashes her his signature smile as he pulls her closer by her waist.

The rest of Y/n’s night was spent by Lando's side, even while he was DJing. Even if girls tried to gain his attention, she stuck out and shone like a diamond. No one could get him to move his eyes from her.

Later that night, they were walking hand in hand back to his home. All it took was her batting her cartoon-like eyes for Lando to rush out of the club and drag her out. “So, what do you do for everyone to be obsessed with you?” The McLaren driver curiously asks.

Y/n lets out a laugh as she shakes her head. “Just street walking by night and a star by day, and y’know lookin’ for fun and gettin’ high for free.” She says with a shrug, her heels making clicking sounds as they hit the pavement with each step. “But trust me, you don’t want to get this way. It’s tiring.”

And she left it at that. Lando was still intrigued by her, thinking they had something special between them. He didn’t listen to what Max had told him and he invited Y/n to his hotel room where they spent a very restless and lust-filled night.

The bright sun shining in his eyes caused Lando to wake up with a groan. He rubbed his eyes as he sat up against the headboard. He turned to the side, expecting to see Y/n but instead saw an empty spot beside him.

She left without a trace. Her clothes, shoes, everything about her was gone like she had never come to his room. He makes a mumble of curses as he reaches for his phone, remembering how they exchanged numbers.

He immediately pressed on her contact. It led straight to voicemail.

Lando lets out a frustrated groan, now realizing what Y/n’s reply to his question meant. He finally understood why she was called Carmen after a certain song, since all the boys, the girls, were all obsessed with her exactly like how he felt.

[themultifanshipper]

The party was wild. Las Vegas was no joke.

But the after party was what George was looking forward to the most.

Part 7 of One of the Boys

Warnings: smut, semi public sex, oral (both f and m receiving), voyeurism, the hotel cuck chairTM, mxm blowjob (plot twist spoiler oops), I haven’t gotten over my vampire!george obsession so a bit of neck marking and biting

You'd accompanied the boys to the club to celebrate with them all after what had been quite an intense weekend for everybody. The bass was pumping, drinks were flowing, and everyone was having a good time.

At some point during the night, Max had dragged you into a bathroom, determined to have a taste of you before George inevitable whisked you off to his hotel room.

He had you bent over the sink, gripping the edge for dear life as he lapped at your glistening folds until you were a gasping, shaking mess, coming on his expert tongue twice before he let up.

When you got too overstimulated to continue, he kissed the back of your thighs apologetically and pulled your underwear back up and your dress down to cover you, before turning you around and smirking at your fucked out expression.

“Doing okay there, schat?”

You nodded swiftly and leaned up to peck him on the lips with a smile.

“Never better. My turn”

You unbuckled his belt and sank to your knees in front of him.

“You know you don't have t- oh!”

You didn't let him finish his sentence, instead putting his leaking tip between your lips and suckling on it softly, which always shut him up with maximum efficiency.

He was breathless as you sank down on him more and more, and with how many Gin & tonics he had in his system, it didn't take long for him to lose control and grip the edge of the sink as he came in your mouth with a groan of your name.

You blinked up at him and opened your mouth to show him the bitter liquid on your tongue and he groaned at the sight.

“That's disgusting”

You chuckled and quickly spat the cum into the sink before answering.

“I'd believe you if your dick hadn't twitched”

He laughed softly while tucking himself back into his own clothes.

You rinsed your mouth out with water and Max washed his hands before you unlocked the door and stepped back out into the busy club and into the throng.

It took all of 10 steps before you bumped into the man of the night and his teammate.

“Oh hi guys!” you squealed, embracing George and Lewis in a hug.

George had a smirk on his face as he spotted Max behind you coming out of the bathroom.

“I see you've been congratulating our world champion” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and you rolled your eyes.

“I gave him a little treat, yes. His real reward will be after Abu Dhabi, though. Why?”

“No reason” he raised his hands in surrender “but I wanted to ask, or more accurately, Lewis wanted to ask if he could possibly join us tonight”

You whined frustratedly.

The last triple header had been hard because you'd been sore for 3 whole weeks thanks to the Ferrari 1-2, so it was in your best interests to calm down and take it easy so that you wouldn't be exhausted when the last race of the season rolled around.

You eyed Lewis hesitantly, contemplating your answer.

“I mean… you know I love you Lewis. But I don't want to start off too strong this time and burn myself out before we get to Abu Dhabi, you know?”

He laughed and pulled you into a brief hug.

“Don't worry I understand! We can be quite a handful” he winked at you and you smirked.

Yes, yes they were a handful. But you suddenly had an idea.

“But if you want you can watch… if that's okay with George of course” you batted your eyes at George and he slinked an arm around your waist.

“Of course he can watch us.” He smiled and gave you a brief reassuring squeeze.

“Great!” You looked between the two. “Lead the way gentlemen”

You lay down on the bed as George got undressed, motioning for Lewis to sit down in the chair in the corner.

Before he could however, George stopped him by grabbing his arm and he muttered something in the older man's ear.

Lewis' eyebrows shot up in surprise and his jaw dropped.

“Yeah. Okay” he said breathlessly and he sat down.

“What was that about?” you purred as George climbed over you, mouthing at your neck.

“Nothing, just a little challenge for Lewis while he watches us…”

You weren't able to dwell on it too long, because George slotted a thigh between yours and pressed into you while kissing down your neck and nipping at your sensitive skin.

When he got to your right nipple, he wrapped his lips around it and sucked, making your hips buck up and spread your wetness further up his thigh.

“That's it darling, use my thigh. You're such a needy little thing, I bet you could get yourself off just like this.”

You let out a low whine and sped up the roll of your hips, the drag of your clit against his skin was heavenly.

George tried to appear unaffected, but the feeling of you desperately rubbing your slick cunt over his skin was driving him wild.

And the sight of it was definitely affecting Lewis, who was white-knuckling the armrests of the chair he was sat in.

George’s cock was hard against your stomach and you reached down to touch him, but he grabbed it and pinned it over your head.

“Ah ah, I want you to get yourself off on my thigh first, sweetheart” He whispered, kissing along your collarbones. “Then you can have my cock all you want”

You whimpered as he pressed his thigh into you harder, and the friction was incredible.

It didn't take you too long to come after that, and while you floated in bliss, he peppered kisses all over your body, going lower and lower until he got to your thighs.

He sucked two of his fingers into his mouth, wetting them before pushing into you slowly.

Your walls pulsed around them and he grunted at the easy slide before adding a third.

You whined when he hit your g-spot, earning a sharp groan from Lewis, who you'd almost forgotten about.

You glanced at the man in the chair, expecting him to be jerking off to the show, instead being met with a pitiful sight.

Lewis’ whole body was tense as he stared at you darkly, but his obviously hard cock was still trapped within the confines of his pants.

You looked at George but he was completely focused on the fingers making lewd sounds as he pushed them in and out of you.

“George, why can't Lewis touch himself?” you panted.

He chuckled and removed his fingers, then climbed over you to rub himself through your sopping wet folds. There would be no need for lube tonight.

“Oh that” he smiled mischievously while he lifted your legs, hooking them over his arms as he got into position “I told Lewis that if he could be good and refrain from touching himself, I would suck his cock when I’m done with you” he shrugged, almost nonchalantly.

You were so stunned that he took that opportunity to push into you in one go, making you cry out at the sudden stretch.

He shushed you with his mouth on yours, swallowing your desperate noises as he moved his hips expertly.

He wasn’t particularly rough, but he took your breath away and his lips trailed over your jaw and down your neck to nibble at your soft skin.

He groaned at the obscene squelch of his cock burying itself in your sopping cunt and you took it all without complaint.

He was hitting all the right spots and you felt like you were on cloud nine, only the sharp nip of his teeth on your neck keeping you grounded as pleasure started building in your gut.

“So wet, so perfect, such a good girl for me aren’t you?” he teased when your breaths started coming in shorter and shorter as you approached the edge.

“She’s so good, isn’t she Lewis?” he smirked at the older man, who was being good and hadn’t touched himself.

Lewis bit his lip when you looked at him, all glassy-eyed and flushed, waiting for his answer.

“God yeah, she’s fucking perfect” he said in awe, and you whined at his words.

“She is” George acquiesced “and she’s all mine…”

His lips went back to your neck and he sucked a small bruise just below your pulse point, easily coverable, just a small reminder for you. When he was satisfied with his work he looked back at you, feeling you clenching around his cock.

“and she’s going to come on my cock isn’t she?” he asked you condescendingly.

“Mhm…” you nodded “Yes, I’m gonna come for you, I’m so close George!”

He smirked and snaked a hand around your back, lifting you up so that he was holding you close while he slammed into you from below.

“Good girl” he growled into your neck “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me see how good you can be for me”

He looked up at you in awe as your face contorted in pleasure and you came around his cock, moaning his name.

You tensed up and your back arched but he held firm, arms wrapped around you as he chased his own pleasure, using your body like a doll.

It didn’t take him long, your whines of overstimulation spurring him on and he finally let go, filling you up and sinking his teeth into your shoulder with a muffled groan.

You both calmed down quickly, giving each other an almost chaste kiss before he lay you down on the bed and pulled out of you gently.

He turned to Lewis, and the man was already looking at him.

“Your turn” George said, before smoothly sliding onto his knees on the floor and seductively crawling over to Lewis.

The older man’s jaw dropped at the display, and he stayed frozen as he watched George unbuckle his belt and pull at his pants.

He lifted his hips to help, and as soon as his cock was free it was down George’s throat faster than should have been humanly possible.

Lewis gasped and grabbed George’s hair, pulling it hard enough for the younger man to groan and suck even harder.

“I’m not gonna last long, Goerge” Lewis grunted.

George hummed and redoubled his efforts, sliding his tongue along the underside of Lewis’ cock, just like he knew he liked.

“Jesus, your mouth”

It indeed took only a couple of minutes for him to shoot rope after rope down George’s throat, but he swallowed every last drop diligently.

His voice was hoarse when he asked “How was that?” and Lewis (and you) laughed at how fucked out he sounded.

Once Lewis had his clothes back on, he bid you goodnight and left with a small complimentary bottle of tequila from the mini-fridge. Lord knows what other after party he was going off to.

George came back into bed with you and tucked himself under the covers, wandering hands exploring your body as you giggled and tried to swat him away.

He just held on tighter, pulling your body against his, his front to your back.

You could feel him against your ass, and he was hard as a rock.

“Aww… did sucking off your teammate make you hard again?” you teased, but he pinched your side in retaliation.

“Maybe… but one thing’s for absolutely sure…” he nosed up the side of your neck and his hand went to cup the mess between your legs. You had also been affected by the sight of him and Lewis together.

“And what’s that Mr Russell, winner of the Las Vegas Grand Prix?” you giggled.

He smirked against your skin, sliding his tip through your folds.

“Your night, as fun as it has been, is far from over”

[onboardsorasora]

I’m obsessed with reverse age gap Daniel bestie!!!!

What does Max do now that he knows Daniel was with someone else?? And does he find out that the ones who Daniel was with were Fernando and Lewis??! I imagine they’d be really smug about it and Daniel a blushing mess around them

Ok I hope this is what everyone is hoping for lmao if not, I'll just have to try harder with the next part lol I really should make a banner maybe

part 1 | part 4

Daniel avoided Max's eyes almost the entire flight. He'd put back up his hood and tucked himself into the chair with his headphones on. He felt guilty, the churning in his stomach more than the alcohol he drank the night before. Max had looked upset but Daniel hadn't looked back over to see how upset.

It wasn't like they were together or exclusive or anything, he reminded himself. And it was clear from what Lewis and Nando said that Max had done more with Carlos. Daniel frowned at the thought. 

Lewis had been dumbfounded when he told them. Daniel hadn't thought anything of it. Yeah, he wanted more, but Max would say it's a race weekend and he didn't want Daniel sore in the car. Or that it was just to take the edge off, nothing more. He didn't even want to kiss him, Daniel wished he would, dreamed he would. 

Lewis was a lovely kisser, Nando too. He clenched his fist in his lap so he didn't do something stupid like touch his lips.

He snuggled deeper in his hoodie, chilled in the recycled air. He twitched when his sore muscles pulled. His nipples were tender from where Nando bruised them up with bites while Lewis had eaten him out. Then Nando had kissed him quiet when Lewis fucked him for the first time.

He'd sucked Nando’s dick, trying to stuff he did on Max to see if he liked it. He did. There'd been a lot of touching and one of them was always telling him how good he was. Max never did that. Daniel wished he would.

He felt his face warm with a blush. He couldn't be thinking about sex while Max was right there! And it hadn't been sex with Max to make matters even worse. Daniel got up to stumble into the small bathroom at the back of the plane. He leaned against the wall and dragged his hand down his face with a small groan. 

He needed to get it together. He looked at himself in the small mirror and tugged his hood up at the side to make sure it hid his neck properly. Then he turned to go. 

Daniel opened the bathroom door and his eyes widened at seeing Max standing on the other side. He opened his mouth to say something but Max was already pushing him back into the little room and locking the door behind them. Daniel swallowed thickly as Max loomed over him, blue eyes narrowed on his covered neck.

“Max?” Daniel asked hesitantly. This bathroom wasn't the best place for a quickie of any kind and then everyone on the plane would know. Shame simmered in his gut, mixing with arousal at the thought that Max maybe wanted him so badly that it didn't matter where they were.

“What's this?” Max asked, his voice was low and Daniel felt himself clench.

“W-whats what?” Daniel whispered watching as Max's hand came up and tugged down the thick fabric of his hood. Max gripped Daniel's cheek and tilted his head to the side. Daniel looked in the mirror to see Max glaring at the hickey on his neck. He'd never seen Max's eyes so hard outside of the car. “Oh..uh” Daniel whispered. Max locked their eyes in the mirror.

“Yes, oh.”

Max swiped the bruise with his thumb and Daniel trembled at the slight sting. Daniel watched as his eyes narrowed further before he was tugging the high neckline of the hoodie completely to the side. Daniel knew there were more bruises, knew they dotted his skin in varying intensities all the way down his chest.

He felt almost ashamed that Max was seeing them. But also, he wanted Max to see. To know. He didn't know how to explain it, but it made him feel like Max was seeing that he had options, maybe. That he was attractive to other people, people who maybe wanted him more than Max apparently did. He felt a certain pride about it all, warring with the shame of wanting Max to want him back with the same intensity. 

Max seemed to hate it.

Daniel wondered what he'd do about it. He licked his lips and let out a breath. Max pressed his finger into the darkest bruising almost meanly. Daniel whined. His cock throbbed in his sweatpants.

Max seemed to feel it because he pressed his knee in between Daniel's legs in the small space.

“Who?” Max loomed over him, tilting Daniel's head up to look at him. Daniel licked his lips while his eyes widened in slight panic. He couldn't tell him, didn't want to see the betrayal on his face. Max always seemed more annoyed after Daniel came back from hanging out with them. Like a jealous boyfriend.

But they weren't anything to each other. Max always said.

“Who?” Max pressed his weight on Daniel who let out a sharp breath. Max's eyes were clouded. He changed his hold to grip Daniel's hair.

“Lewis and Fernando.” Daniel whispered and he watched as Max's face morphed into fury.

“They give you a little attention so you spread your legs for them too?” Max said meanly, Daniel flinched.

“No they–”

“They've been trying to get into your pants for weeks now, and you just let them like a bitch in heat, didn't you?” 

Daniel stammered and choked back a moan when Max's hand dove into his sweatpants to cup his hard dick. He stroked Daniel's length before pressing insistently behind his balls to his slightly puffy rim. 

“Did you let the both of them fuck you or did you show them your dick sucking tricks that I taught you?” Max whispered into his ear, nipping at the lobe, close close close to one of the hickeys.

Daniel's mind was spinning. Max sounded jealous and upset. Daniel knew he would be upset but the jealousy was new. He shivered.

“You didn't want to.” Daniel pointed out, squirming in Max's hold. He felt Max stiffen. “They said you didn't want me–”

Max scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“because you– you” Daniel licked his lips. ”you did more with Carlos.”

“And you believed them.” Max sneered

“You won't even kiss me.” Daniel whined, confidence crumbling in the wake of Max's upset.

Max surged forward and kissed him then, it was bruising, mostly teeth. Daniel moaned. When he pulled back, Daniel tried to follow him. He shrunk back at the look in Max's eyes, he was pissed. At Daniel.

There was a knock on the door and a hesitant voice asking if everything was ok. Max detangled himself, from Daniel's hair and hole. He gave one last hard stare before leaving the small bathroom without a word. Daniel sagged onto the toilet and pressed the heels of his palm into his eyes. 

When he finally made it back to his seat, Max was on his phone. He didn't look over at Daniel who watched him the entire rest of the flight.

[lightsoutnaway]

Pile Up

PAIRING- Lando Norris x gn!reader (they/them pronouns)

SUMMARY- After a pile up during a race Lando asks to have you on the radio. You get nervous about Lando's career after realizing how dangerous it could be.

WARNINGS-none

WORD COUNT- 1,892

AUTHOR'S NOTE- New blog and first f1 fic. i don't know how much i'll be posting but i need to get my f1 obsession out in writing.

You were sitting in the McLaren lounge watching as Lando drove around Monaco’s track. You always loved the home races. It meant you got to go home to your own bed after Lando secured his win. Lando was in third, behind Lewis and Max. The race was tight, everyone piled close to each other at every turn. Max made a move for first at a tight corner. Lewis tried to push him out, turned too hard, and spun out. Max’s car followed suit, being thrown into a wall. Lando drove past Max’s spinning car before you watched him collide with Lewis and slide into a wall. Then the video feed turned away from the cars, suddenly focusing on the grandstands. You rose without a word and started running towards McLaren’s garage. One of the McLaren security guards tried to stop you, but you pushed his arm off you and he didn’t have the heart to go after you. You found yourself in the garage, everyone turning to see your very loud entrance. You looked at Zak. 

“Is he okay?” You cried out in question. A camera was turned on you. 

“Yes,” Zak said. “He’s stuck in the car.” Zak turned back to the computers and spoke into the headset. You stood in the back of the garage hugging your arms around yourself and listening intently to everything Zak was saying. 

“…Yeah, they’re here…Not now, Lando. Let’s just get you out of there…Yeah, they are, but—Yeah. Alright, Lando. Hold on…” Zak turned away from the computer and walked towards you. He pulled his headset off as he approached. 

“Lando wants to talk to you,” Zak said. Your eyes widened and you took the headset from him and pulled it over your ears. 

“Lan?” You called into the microphone. You could hear him grunting in pain. 

“Hi, love,” he replied. 

“Lan, what’s going on? I’m scared. I’m not supposed to talk to you on the radio,” you said. 

“Just want to—ah—hear your voice,” he said, gasping between his words. Your eyebrows were furrowed together as you heard your boyfriend gasping in pain. 

“Lando, are you hurt? What’s wrong?” You asked, tears starting to slip from your eyes. He didn’t answer. “Lan?” 

“I’m not hurt,” he managed to get out. 

“Lan, why am I on the radio with you? What’s wrong?” You asked. 

“The car’s on fire. And I can’t—ah—get out,” he said. You looked up at the pit wall. Zak was on a new headset. 

“Two minutes out on back up fire support,” he called over the headset. 

“Would—mm—Would you all mute except y/n?” Lando asked. 

“Lando, we need to be in communication right—” Zak started to argue. 

“I’ll tell them if I need you back on. I want a minute alone,” Lando said firmly. Zak pursed his lips. 

“Alright, everyone off.” You watched as everyone began pulling their headsets off. 

“Lando, what’s going on? Why are you doing this?” You asked.

“I love you,” he said, as if that were such an obvious reason to have you on the radio—an unprecedented occurrence in the McLaren garage. “I want to be with—mmpf—with you right now. Even if it’s just—ah—over the radio.” 

“Why? Tell me what’s happening,” you begged. 

“You’re the best thing—agh—that ever happened to me,” Lando said, ignoring your questions. “I loved every second.” 

“Lando, are you trying to say goodbye?” You were crying. 

“I’m—mmpf—I’m okay, love. It’s going to be alright,” he said. 

“Don’t say that,” you whimpered. “It makes it sound like it won’t be.” 

“Fire support is thirty seconds out,” Zak called over to you. 

“Just hang on, baby,” you begged into the headset. “Zak says they’re almost there. Just hold on a little longer.” 

“I see them, love,” Lando told you. “Get Zak back on for me. I’ll be back soon.”

You signaled for Zak to put the headset back on and you watched as everyone in the McLaren garage simultaneously moved their headphones over their ears. Andrea was immediately questioning Lando, and instructing him how to keep himself protected while they got him out of the car. You stood with your arms wrapped around you waiting anxiously. After a few minutes the chattering on the radio had ended. Your heart was racing, terrified of what that meant. A safety car pulled up to the McLaren garage and Lando climbed out of the passenger seat. Lando searched the back of the garage for you, striding quickly across the garage to wrap you in his arms once he saw you.

“Lan,” you whimpered. 

“I’m alright,” he assured you. “Totally fine.”

“I was scared—the way you were talking—I thought—”

“I know. I did too,” he whispered into your ear. Your hands were digging into his suit as you cried into his neck. “But I’m okay.” 

“I can’t lose you,” you whimpered into his neck. 

“You’re not gonna lose me, sweetheart,” Lando said. He didn’t call you ‘sweetheart’ often. It was a nickname he had never used outside of the house before. The change felt serious to you. He would call you ‘sweetheart’ when he was comforting you. He didn’t use it any other time. 

The next few hours felt like a blur. The rush of fear seemed to have let time drift by you. Lando was checked by the medical officers. He did his press. He had his debrief. You were back at his place before you even realized it. 

“You alright?” Lando asked when you stood motionless in your bedroom. You turned to look at him, as if broken from a trance.

“Yeah, I’m alright,” you said. “Just tired I guess.” You quickly changed into your pajamas. You got into bed, immediately scooting over to Lando and laying your head in his lap while he sat against the headboard and scrolled on his phone. His empty hand immediately went down to your hair, running his fingers through it. 

“Have you been on twitter since we got home?” Lando asked. 

“No,” you said. “Something funny?” 

“No,” he answered. “People are talking about what a sweet couple we are,” Lando said. You tilted your head to look up at him. 

“Did we get caught making out somewhere?” You asked. Lando laughed. 

“No, you muppet,” he said. “They think it’s sweet that I had you on the radio.” 

“Oh.” You said. Lando raised an eyebrow. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked.  

“I just sort of wish that nobody else heard that,” you said. 

“Just because they heard it doesn’t mean it wasn’t just for you, sweetheart,” Lando said. 

“I know, Lan,” you assured him. He reached down to your chin, turning your head so he could look into your eyes. 

“Nobody is a part of this but you and me,” Lando said. “They don’t know about us.” He smirked as he said it. 

“Did you just make a One Direction reference?” You asked. 

“Maybe,” Lando said with a mischievous smile. You rolled your eyes. 

“So genuine,” you chuckled. Lando wound his fingers with yours. 

“I’m serious though,” Lando said. “They’ll never really understand how we feel about each other.” You smiled and reached up with your free hand to cup his cheek, gently pulling him down to kiss you. 

“I love you,” you told him when he leaned back. 

“I love you too, baby,” he assured you. You hummed before turning back to lay more comfortably. Lando smiled as you fell asleep in his lap. For the next week you were always by his side. Lando was on break but he still had practices with Mclaren and you were there at every single one. You would barely leave Lando alone. He loved it. He had always felt like he needed you more than you needed him. It was nice for him to feel like you couldn’t get enough of him. He was laying on the couch one evening when you curled up with him. He decided he should finally ask you about it. 

“What’s got you like this for the last two weeks?” Lando asked as you snuggled into his side.  

“Like what?” You asked. 

“All cuddly. Usually you make me beg you to admit you need me,” Lando joked as he started dragging his fingers against your scalp. You were quiet. Too quiet. Lando stopped moving his hand and craned his neck to look down at you. “Baby? What’s wrong?” 

“I’m scared, Lan,” you admitted. 

“Scared of what, love?” He asked. You sighed. 

“That pile up in the last race,” you said. Lando’s eyes softened. The look on your face when he walked into the garage had been more terrified than he imagined you could ever be. “I just—I guess I never thought about how dangerous it really is before.” Lando pulled you up so you were lying over his body. 

“I’m sorry, love,” he said. “I promise you that I’m always driving safely.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I know, Lan,” you told him. “It’s just scary now.”

“That’s why you’ve been coming to all my practices,” Lando said in realization. 

“Yeah,” you admitted. “I’ll never forgive myself if something happens to you and I’m not there.”

“Nothing is going to happen. Everyone in the crash is alright. Lewis got the worst of it and he’ll be back in a month,” Lando comforted. 

“He got lucky. You got lucky,” you said. 

“The cars are safe, love. You know the engineers are good,” he reminded you. 

“You’re going over two hundred miles an hour in a box made of carbon fiber filled with gasoline,” you said. “So much could go wrong.” Lando sighed. 

“I know,” he said. “But there’s nothing we can do about it.” You hummed quietly at his words. Lando knew what it meant immediately. “Baby,” he started to protest. 

“I didn’t say anything,” you defended. You knew what he meant too. 

“I can’t quit. You know that,” Lando said. 

“You could. You just don’t want to.”

“We need the money if we want to keep living here,” he said. 

“Lan, you know we don’t really need this whole house,” you pointed out. He sighed. 

“What would I do then? If I didn’t have racing?” He pushed. His voice was flatter than it usually was.

“You have Quadrant,” you reminded him. Lando’s hands had stilled the patterns they’d been drawing on your back. He took a deep breath.

“Love…That’s not the point,” Lando started to argue.

“I know you’re not going to quit, Lan,” you stopped him. “I would never ask you to quit anyway. I know what racing means to you.” 

“Oh.” Lando was expecting a fight when you started talking. Everyone else who had this talk with him had always told him to quit. 

“But I thought you were going to die so I can still wish you would quit,” you said. “At least for another week.” Lando smiled softly down at you.

“Okay, baby,” he said. He kissed the top of your head. “That’s allowed.” 

“Promise me it’ll be okay one more time,” you asked in a whisper. Lando heard the worry in your tone. He heard the fear. He heard the way you needed him. Even if he didn’t really know–even if his job was just as dangerous as you feared, he knew what you needed to hear.  

“I promise, sweetheart. Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’m always going to be with you.”

[gallaghersgal]

all about the author!!

hello everyone, i'm maggie!

i'm a college student studying communications and sports management. i am also a former–or as i like to say, recovering–film major. i've been writing for as long as i can remember, and i've been posting fanfic since ... 2017. wow.

i love: watching too many and tv shows and not enough movies, motorsports, good autobiographies, iced dirty chais, energy drinks, the beach but not long walks, and writing at the most inopportune times. oh, and my friends!

current obsessions: shameless. the bear. formula 1, indycar, and other sports.

past obsessions: star wars media, more specifically the sequel trilogy, clone wars, and the mandalorian. the jurassic world franchise for a little bit. the marvel cinematic universe including the disney+ originals. also daredevil and eternals, specifically. and the complete filmography of oscar isaac and pedro pascal. got my fanfic start with harry potter, percy jackson and spinoffs, and various broadway musicals, but it's been years since that.

who i am currently writing

SHAMELESS -> lip gallagher, fiona gallagher, kevin ball, veronica fisher.

THE BEAR -> carmen berzatto, natalie 'sugar' berzatto, sydney adamu, richie jerimovich, marcus brooks

FORMULA ONE -> charles leclerc, lewis hamilton. you can request another driver but no promises! i don't write much rpf but i'm pretty open

who i might write but am not taking reqs for (assorted media)

matt murdock, frank castle, druig (eternals), din djarin, poe dameron, finn, rey, joel miller.

who i've written in the past (assorted media)

frankie morales, javier peña, max lord, ezra (prospect), santiago garcia, llewyn davis, nathan bateman, crosshair, fives, echo, rex, fox.

[captainnameless]

https://www.tumblr.com/formulaonedirection/728547991866261504/sleepy-guy

He’s just a sleepy boy !!!! I’m crying :’) and also thinking about Danny/Carlos winning him one of those stupidly huge teddies from a fair (after a lot of persuading) and Lando being obsessed with it for a solid 4 days until he gets distracted by something else (lol), but when he’s on his own it’s nice to snuggle with he supposes (though not as nice as Danny/Carlos)

dunno how i missed this but oh my god ?? canon that Lando sleeps tucked up against someone’s chest, cheeks smooshed so much his lips pucker into a pout that Daniel/Carlos/Lewis poke too much.

look at his comfy lil face 🥹

no cause

It’s winter break, and Hyde Park is lit up with the most amazing Christmas lights. Lando’s got both Carlos and Max with him to go see the fair.

Lando and Max go every year, have been going since they were kids and will be going next year too. They’ve already eaten an obscene amount of candy floss, Lando bouncing through crowds of people that are too enchanted by lights to recognize any of them.

Carlos has a mini heart attack every time Lando disappears into the crowd, eventually gets Lando to stay next to him, hands brushing together every so often, Carlos’ hand wrapping around Lando’s wrist to hold him back every time the younger lets out and excited squeal and points at something.

Eventually they get to a ball toss game, there’s a giant Llama hanging from the ceiling of the booth in obnoxious rainbow colors. Lando tries and tries but the game won’t work in his favor and Carlos can see Lando get more frustrated by the second.

He tries to tell Lando they’ll buy it online, cheaper than whatever money they’re gonna blow through trying to get it here but Lando’s having none of it.

“No, Papa!” He eventually throws at Carlos, brows furrowed in an annoyed stare. The obnoxious fair music that’s surely damaging their ears and overall rumbling of the crowd protects them from anyone else hearing but Carlos suddenly is a little more alert.

“I wanna do it!” Lando whines, before turning back to slam more money on the counter. Carlos eyes Max up and down who shrugs sheepishly.

“He’s not gonna give up.”

Fine. Carlos is a quick thinker, he slips out from behind Lando fishing his wallet out of his pocket and flipping through the notes. He’s got two fifty’s in there that might persuade the owner to help Lando win the game.

5 minutes later Lando’s face is sporting a smile so big Carlos can not stop taking pictures, the Llama is tucked into both his arms, hiding most of the brunette who struggles not bumping into people with his obstructed vision.

It’s worth the money he spend, Carlos decides, grateful whoever he bribed didn’t recognize them or else he might’ve asked for more.

Carlos finds it less worth it when he’s suddenly being squeezed out of his bed, having trouble fitting both him and Lando and the oversized Llama into their cuddling pile.

[vettelsbitch]

Me throwing darts at a Rorschach (for the WIP words): sweat, light(s), ink

Hehehehehe you know what you are doing Morgan

Light(s):

Lewis had noticed that Charles' appearance was as fluid and changeable as his own wardrobe. Sometimes Charles' eyelashes looked dark and full, neatly lining his eyes. His lips looked redder and his skin was flawless. Other times he was all light stubble and dark circles under his eyes, almost reminiscent of those paintings of sickly Victorian children that you can see at the local museum. On the rare occasion his eyelids became the canvas for sharp eyeliner and burgundy eyeshadow that brought out the greens in his eyes and glossy lips. And on top of noticing the changes, he was fascinated with them.

—

"Eyes up here, Maxy," he says with a huge smile and Max chokes on his breath a little when he sees his eyes. He's so obsessed with Daniel's eyes that he could write whole books about their colors, how they shift and change with the light, how they go from a dark aged rum to golden honey, how they get a twinge of green when the light is just right. But right now they're just dark, a void threatening to swallow Max whole, eyes that drink up every inch of exposed skin.

—

They’re sitting together, the sky starting to lose its light blue in favor of an orange tint, the imposing rocks around them almost scraping against the clouds far above the tree canopy. Roscoe has taken advantage of his freedom from the backpack to relieve himself and is now sniffing some flowers in a nearby meadow.

"You know, I think I had it easier," says Sebastian; it’s the first thing he has said since they sat down.

—

Sweat:

"Don't worry, a friend of mine asked me to come get some food, but it's my first time here, so..." He rubs at his neck, the thin layer of sweat gathering where the leather brushes against his skin. His fingers feel slippery unzipping the jacket.

—

Max has to close his eyes. He can feel the familiar tingling on his fingertips. He knows he looks debauched, his skin red, his neck slick with sweat. With his eyes closed, he can hear the meld of slick sounds even louder than his breath and Dale's low grunts.

—

Max closes his eyes and tries to concentrate on his movements. Daniel's finger brushes against his asshole, the sweat making everything moist and slippery. The first time probably wasn't intentional, but the second time for sure is.

"Baby, be a good boy and come with me."

—

Ink:

"Thank you for coming with me, Lewis." Sebastian says, putting his hand on his neck and pressing his thumb onto the ink on his skin for just a second. Lewis wonders if Sebastian could feel the jump in his heartbeat against it.

—

He grabs the foil packet from where it has been forgotten, placing it on Daniel's chest and making him jump a little from the cold feel. When he stretches to get the lube, which had rolled almost underneath a pillow, Daniel uses that opportunity to grab onto Max's neck, straining his neck to kiss him and breathe his moans in. He scratches his chest, over every trace of ink, from the laurel branches on his collarbones to the snake on his hip, until he grasps his erection, smiling against the wrecked gasps falling from Max's mouth.

[fcb-mv33]

Oh, why you so obsessed with me (boy, I wanna know)

- from Max to Lewis

I don’t blame Lewis for being obsessed with Max I mean have we see the man🫠he’s all over Charles, thick thighs, massive hands, dick sucking lips fluffy hair, beautiful tits and ass….I’m obsessed

[soyouthinkucanwrite]

I can be your mirror - Daniel Ricciardo smut!

You feel insecure when you see his ex's instagram and Daniel decides to show you why you don't need to be

Warnings: smut! unprotected sex, low self esteem, etc

You were just chilling in the hotel bed, scrolling through your phone while Daniel finished taking a shower. It was Thursday night in Hungary, and media day was relatively calm (all eyes were still on Max and Lewis, after the whole Silverstone incident).

Your relationship was still new, you guys had just went public a couple months ago, and you liked that you were still discovering things about each other everyday, like how he prefers his eggs in the morning or that small scar under your chin he just noticed yesterday. Yet, some things weren't as fun to find out, like what his exes looked like.

A few fan accounts had started following you, including some F1 WAGs accounts, and you followed some of them back - you wanted to the updated, after all (or at least that's what you told yourself). The thing is, comparisons were inevitable to you - no matter how much you tried to be reasonable, low self esteem was always an issue to you. When a WAGs account posted about Daniel's ex hanging around in the paddock today and how cute her outfit was, you quickly found yourself clicking on the tag and stalking her ig. Perfect. Fucking perfect. You just have to set your own heartbreak up, don’t you? If at least you could let life do that, but no, you had to go and fall for the guy with the instagram models as his exes. You smiled ironically to yourself.

"Did you see Max shutting down that reporter on the press conference today?" Daniel said walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his torso and another drying his hair. You quickly locked your phone and looked up, startled like a kid caught with their hands on the cookie jar.

"Hum?" you asked him.

“What were you looking at?” he grinned you, throwing himself on the bed and sitting by your side.

“Nothing” you answered quickly, looking away.

“Don’t be like that. Tell me” he asked again, nudging you with his head.

“It’s nothing Dan, just silly old instagram”

“You wanna know one of the things I love most about you?” He asked before continuing. “You don’t really have filters. And even when you try to hide what you’re thinking, your face and body gives you away” He said. “That’s why you’re so perfect, you’re genuine” he touched your nose with his. “Let’s be honest with each other. Tell me what’s going on in there” Then he tried to lighten the mood saying "Can't be shirtless pictures of me that got you smirking, cause here I am in the flesh for you" you rolled your eyes but smiled at him.

“I’m laughing at myself” You said and he just looked at you, waiting for you to continue. “I’m setting myself up for heartbreak, more and more, and it’s just like me”

“What you’re talking about?”

“Please don’t say it’s stupid” you said before continuing. “You’re like, a rock star… fast cars, VIP, supermodels… these stuff are routine for you, you have the most interesting life. And you could have any girl. And your exes are like movie stars, fucking supermodels, and I'm not sure how much longer till you realize that and just, you know” you said gesturing to yourself and waving your fingers in front of your throat like who says 'abort mission'.

"I should know better, I really should and this might be nothing, but the deeper we get in this, the harder it's to wrap my own head around it and it’s so stupid, but how can anyone compete with that?” You weren’t making any sense, you knew and he was looking at you with his eyebrows raised and lips pressed, like he was holding a smile. “I’m rambling, forget I said anything it's so stupid” You said hiding your face behind your hand.

“I thought you said it wasn’t stupid” He said opening up a smirk and you opened your fingers to look at him. He pulled your hand down. “But you’re right, it is fucking stupid, because there’s no competing with you. I don’t care if I have to repeat that a thousand times for you to believe me, I mean…you had to have a flaw, huh?” You turned your head to the side. “This insecurity of yours, that you’re not good enough, it’s just the most crazy thing ever. Because I feel exactly the same. I’m the one that’s not good enough for you. You’re so smart, and good and you actually do good in the world. I’m just the lucky bastard that got picked to drive in circles around the world”

“You know that’s bullshit” You said.

“I’m serious. This whole stuff, fame, whatever… doesn’t mean anything. It’s just not real. I’m glad I realized that when I did” you were watching him intently. “Racing, challenging myself, working with the team, you... what we have, those are the stuff that are real to me, what really matters".

"Okay" you nodded agreeing.

"If you must to know, the reason why I didn’t work out with anybody else, it’s because we were never more than fuck buddies. Those girls are great fun, but they're more worried about showing than being, you know? And I’m not really interested in talking about them because it doesn’t mean anything, but I’ll tell you anything you ask me” You were dying to ask him more, to know every little details and to learn from their mistakes, but you knew you’d become obsessed with comparing yourself to them and didn’t he just tell you he wasn’t interest in anything about it?

“Sorry” you said quietly.

“What for?”

“Being a nag. Killing the mood” he smiled.

“Don’t-” “you-” “dare-” He kissed your face in between every word. “apologizing-” “for-” “your-” “feelings” he pulled away and looked at you. “Specially not to me. I meant it, let’s be honest, huh?” you nodded smiling back at him. “And if I’m ever a dick, please tell me before screw things up. This is not nothing, okay?”

“Okay”

“And I’m flattered you think I could have any girl” he said grinning. “I mean, I AM pretty hot, but-”

“Shut up. You know I’m right”

“Maybe any girl who cares about that stuff, and my amazing six pack” he says laughing and kissing you.

“And hard butts” you replied laughing and reaching to squeeze his, playfully.

“And hard butts” he agreed, rolling so he was on top of you.

“Those girls are usually the hottest”

“Do you honestly don’t have a mirror at home?” he said pulling away slightly from you. “It’s okay baby” he said in your ear, lifting your shirt over your head, then nibbling at your earlobe, making you moan. “I can be your mirror” he said in a low voice, taking your hands over your head and pinning them with his own.

Then he used his knees to push your legs apart. You were following his face, trying to kiss his mouth but he was holding you down, his lips barely touching your skin now, him hovering over your neck, your collarbone, your exposed breasts. You were squirming now, trying to get some release. He just wouldn’t let you have any yet.

“You have the most amazing skin” he begin saying. “So soft” he looked up to you, you had your eyes closed now. “The most amazing boobs. Fucking perfect tits, so round… and these perking nipples, so hard when you’re turned on” his lips touched your breasts lightly, barely.

“Your hair always smells so good, it’s the perfect frame for your perfect face” He went up again and kissed your lips, biting them lightly and dragging them out. “I love your lips, I love how plumped they are. I’m kind of jealous actually” he chuckled and you opened your eyes rolling them. “And those eyes. Fuck, I know it’s the first thing anyone notices about you, isn’t it? Are you sick of it by now? So big and green. I love seeing them rolling back when you come” he brought one hand down, pulling your pijama pants down and holding both of your hands up with only one of his. “I’m getting there in a minute” he said grabbing your pussy. “I just want to tell you about your ass first” he said sliding his hand through your hips until he reached your ass, grabbing it then releasing to give it a slap. You let out a yelp. “You in the mood for a little rough love?” he slapped you again and you smiled through your moan, this is so hot. And the best part of it was that no one else knew this side of his, just you. It's petty yeah, but you decided to indulge yourself in that thought.

“I love your ass, I swear I was trying to be respectful today, but you were such a tease, on those little shorts, made me hard as soon as you walked in the paddock” he went down to suck your left boob in his mouth and you were so sensitive you couldn’t help but moan, loudly. “Yeah baby, let me hear you. Let everyone hear you” He said releasing your boob and nibbling at it. “I saw how the guys were staring at your ass today. Fuckers, couldn’t help themselves. Let them stare…as long as they know who you belong to” he said leaning down to suck on your other boob. “Tell me who you belong to” his voice was so low.

“Uh…you” You were a moaning mess.

“Huh?”

“You, Daniel! I’m yours”

“That’s right”

“Please” you begged.

“What is it? What you what baby?” he whispered against your skin.

“Touch me, please”

“But I am touching you baby” he said and you heard the smirk in his voice. “Oh, I see what you mean… you want me to touch your pussy?”

“Yeah” you nodded. At the same time this was torture, it felt so, so good.

“This fucking perfect cunt of yours” he said sliding two fingers through your lips and opening them to spread you to him, you were soaking wet and pulsating, clenching around nothing. “Fuck, look at this” He said almost to himself, licking his lips. Then he slid his fingers in, curling them up, making a ‘come here’ motion. He dipped his head down, kissing the inside of your leg, then right over your clit, taking it in between his lips and sucking. You moaned loudly. “Oh sorry baby… you wanted it rough, huh?” he sucked your clit harder, then bit on it lightly. You could scream at how much pleasure he was giving you.

“Fuck! Oh my god Dan” He started to tease you with another finger meanwhile.

“Think you can take another one?” his words sending vibrations against you and making you forget how to form words. “I know you can, you take me so well. Such a good girl for me” he inserted another finger and started to pump them in and out of you faster. “So fucking tight. Can’t wait to feel you around me. That’s my favorite place you know? Buried deep inside your cunt” that was it, you came, hard. Arching your back and hips, Daniel releasing your hands to push you down and hold you there while you came and he kept sucking and licking and biting your clit. You couldn’t take anymore, you pushed him away, pulling his hair.

“Can’t-” You tried to say. “Dan”

“Yes, you can. Come here” He said pulling away and lifting you, dragging you out of the bed and into the bathroom, the rest of your clothes and his towel getting lost in the way. He pushed you against the sink, pulling your face up, making you look at yourself on the mirror. He was pressing against you from behind, his cock leaking in between your legs. “I want you to see what I see” he said staring at you through the mirror. “Gonna fuck you so good, you don’t ever forget how fucking perfect you are” and with that he slammed inside you. “Fucking-” he had one hand on your hair and the other around you, between your folders, massaging your clit. “Fucking heaven, taking me so good”

“Ah Dan” You screamed. He started to fuck you hard and fast, pushing you against the sink. You lifted your head and looked at the mirror, it was the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen. Daniel was dripping sweat, thrusting with perfect precision. His eyes were locked on yours and you knew he was as close as you. The thought of how deep the connection between you were at that moment made you clench again and he lost it, giving you one final thrust and a guttural groan. You came again, shaking more than ever, the feeling too much this time. “I can’t-” You tried to say again. “Too much-” Squeezing him over and over, so he pulled out, still spilling, making a mess over your legs and on the bathroom floor. He was still holding you though.

“I’m right here baby. Right here” He whispered on you ear from behind. You both were riding out your orgasms, rocking slightly, your body leaned on the sink, pressing your boobs against it, and he leaning over you, breathing hard.

After you both calmed down, you tried to move but his weight was too much. You let out a weak laugh and he moved. “Sorry” he said kissing your back. When you got up, you turned to him and kissed him lightly.

“You are-” You said against his lips “amazing”. And kissed him again, lovinly. “Thank you. You make me feel so good, Daniel. Let me take care of you now”

Daniel's POV

This woman is trying to kill me. “Baby I don’t think I have it in me-” “Not like that” she smiled. “I meant with a bath” she said gesturing to the bathtub.

“Yes, please” I said already opening the tap and letting the water run. She went back to the room and returned with a water bottle, taking a sip before passing it to me. I took it from her hand and almost finished it, before giving it back to her.

“Do they have any bubbles? Bath salts?” she asked.

“Hum…I don’t think so, baby” I answered looking around on the sink.

“That’s fine” she smiled, getting in the tub and motioning for me to sit in between her legs. Her hair was up in a knot, but some of it was clinging to her neck due to the sweat. She was so beautiful, I can’t believe she wants me.

“You don’t want me to stay behind you?” she shook her head smiling and I did as she asked, leaning on her. The tap was still running, filling the tub with hot water, while we two of us just soaked in there, relaxing. “This is nice,” I said while she ran her hands through my hair. When the tub was full enough, she turned off the water and applied some body wash on my skin, running her hand over my back and shoulders, it felt so good, so comfortable, like I didn’t have a worry in the world. Then I washed her legs around me, kissing her feet and calves and making her giggle. She kept massaging my shoulders. We stayed there for good while, half an hour? More or less? There’s nothing else in the world other than this bathroom anyway, so who cares?

“Can we stay here forever?” She asked me after a while, kissing behind my neck. I just hummed in response. “Actually, scratch that. I’m getting hungry. And thirsty”

“The limitations of the human body” I said jokingly but got out of the tub after a few minutes. If m’lady wants to eat, I’m getting her food. I dried myself, wrapping a towel around me and holding hers open for her to step out of the tub.

We went back to the room, she picked her clothes from the floor and put them away in her travel bag back inside the closet. I watched as she got a fresh pair of underwear and a clean bra, while I put on boxers and sweatpants. She wore some leggings that hugged her ass perfectly, what a view. I noticed her going through her bag, probably looking for a shirt but I just wanted her to wear some clothing of mine, so I took the hoodie I was going to wear and passed it to her. She smiled and accepted it, it looked oversized on her and covered her ass, but maybe that’s a good thing, I don’t need anyone thirsting over what’s mine, I don’t care how much of a prick that makes me sound.

"Do you wanna order or go out to eat?" I asked her.

"Let's just go downstairs, to the restaurant?"

"Yeah, that's fine" I say and peck her lips.

I put on a sweatshirt, and hold the door open for her. We walk out and the temperature was a bit colder out here in the hallway (or maybe it was just too hot inside the room), so I just take her hand and intertwine our fingers, passing my arms around her and holding her closer. I just love that I can do that whenever I want.

And I plan on doing that for the rest of my life.

[amirasainz]

So, I don't know if you do the October writing thing like everyone else, but could you please do Vampire Lewis with Reader and he is always drinking her blood and makes her believe that it's good, manipulates her, etc.... And some of the other driver are vampires as well and tell him that he is obsessed with reader and it's not healthy and unfair to her. So he gets mad and leaves with his girl the country?

Sorry, if my english is very bad

Omg,this was so much fun. If you guys send me more supernatural requests, I'll definitely write them.

Enjoy reading and send some requests

-xoxo, Babygirl 💋

Dark Red

The dim light of the post-race debriefing room cast long shadows over the tense faces of the Formula 1 drivers, who were assembled after a grueling race at Monza. The air buzzed with a strange energy, not just from the post-adrenaline rush, but from something darker, more primal. They were all vampires, powerful and ancient, each with their own quirks and vices, but something—someone—stood out.

Lewis lounged in his seat, the sleek lines of his jaw catching the light as he rested against the chair. His eyes, a glowing, hypnotic amber, fixated on the girl in his lap, Y/N. She sat perched there, her head resting against his chest, neck tilted slightly, exposing the delicate skin of her throat. Her eyes were half-closed, lost in a haze of pleasure and something more dangerous.

Lewis's lips brushed her neck as he whispered soothingly, "You’re doing so well, love. Just relax. It’s good for you… so good for you." His voice was a melodic purr, designed to lull her deeper into the thrall he had her under. She didn’t protest as his sharp fangs pierced her skin again, drawing from her in slow, deliberate sips.

The other drivers, scattered around the room, noticed the scene unfolding but said nothing at first. It wasn’t unusual for Lewis to indulge in a feeding post-race, but this… this was different.

Max , seated across from them, crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, the blue of his irises glinting as he exchanged glances with Charles and Lando. Something wasn’t right.

“Mate, you’re taking it too far,” Max finally spoke up, his voice low but firm. "She’s human, Lewis. You’ve been drinking from her too much."

Lewis lifted his head from Y/N’s neck, his lips stained with crimson. He didn’t bother wiping it off, his tongue darting out to lick the blood from his fangs. His eyes flicked lazily toward Max, amusement dancing in them.

“She’s mine,” he said simply, possessively, as though that answered everything. Y/N, dazed, shifted in his lap, clearly drained yet completely unaware of how much control Lewis had over her.

Charles leaned forward, his usually soft features hardened with concern. “You’ve made her dependent on you. She can’t think straight anymore. It’s… unhealthy.”

Lewis smirked, brushing Y/N’s hair away from her neck as if showing off his work, her pale skin now littered with faint scars from where he had fed from her repeatedly. "She loves it," he said softly, almost too softly, running a finger along the bite marks. "Don’t you, love?"

Y/N, her voice weak, nodded, “Y-Yes… it feels good…” Her words were a hushed breath, as though she couldn’t quite find the strength to speak louder.

Lando, shifting uncomfortably in his chair, glanced at the others. “This is… this isn’t fair to her, Lewis. You’re not giving her a choice anymore.”

Lewis’s jaw clenched, and his eyes flared briefly with anger. “A choice?” His voice was venomous now. "She made her choice the moment she wanted to be with me. I’m giving her everything—pleasure, protection… she doesn’t need anything else."

But the room wasn’t convinced. Max leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing with irritation. “This isn’t about protection. You’re obsessed. You’re draining her, and not just her blood—you’re taking her will. There are rules for a reason, Lewis. You can’t keep feeding off a human like this. You know that.”

Charles nodded, his expression serious. “It’s cruel. She’s too weak to even realize what’s happening anymore.”

Lewis's lips curled into a dangerous smile, his fangs glinting under the dim light. "You think I care about your rules? I’m not like the rest of you. She’s mine, and I’ll do whatever I damn well please."

The tension in the room thickened, the air almost crackling with the electric undercurrent of their ancient power. The other vampires were powerful, yes, but there was something different about Lewis—an edge, a dominance that they couldn’t quite match. He reveled in it, in the control he held over Y/N, in the way she was utterly devoted to him without even realizing the extent of his manipulation.

Then, in an act that sent shockwaves through the room, Lewis bit into his own wrist, his eyes locked on Y/N’s half-conscious face.

The other drivers froze.

“No. No, Lewis, don’t—” Charles’s voice was laced with panic as he shot up from his seat.

But it was too late. Lewis pressed his bleeding wrist to Y/N’s lips, forcing her to drink his blood. "Drink, darling," he whispered in a low, hypnotic voice. "It’ll make you feel better."

Her lips parted weakly, and she obeyed, too far gone to resist. She drank from him, her eyes fluttering shut as the vampire blood coursed through her veins, healing her instantly. Her pale complexion gained color in an instant, the bite marks on her neck fading, disappearing altogether. But it wasn’t just her wounds that healed. She would be bound to him forever now, tied by the most sacred—and forbidden—act in their world.

Max shot to his feet, his face a mask of disbelief and fury. "You just—You gave her your blood! Are you insane? You can’t do that!"

Lando stood up too, shaking his head in shock. “You’ve broken the most important rule. You’ve just bound her to you forever. She’ll never be free of you now.”

Lewis remained calm, almost smug, as Y/N rested peacefully in his arms, her body revitalized by his blood. He ran a hand through her hair, brushing her cheek gently, as if daring them to challenge him.

"You all talk like you’re concerned for her," he said coolly, "but none of you could protect her like I can. None of you can give her what I do. She belongs to me now, fully."

Charles was seething. "That’s not your decision to make! She’s human! She didn’t agree to this!"

Lewis’s eyes flashed dangerously, his voice a low growl. "She doesn’t need to agree. I know what’s best for her."

The room was in chaos now, the drivers pacing, muttering angrily amongst themselves. But no one dared to confront Lewis directly. His power was too immense, too dangerous. They knew he’d crossed a line, but what could they do about it?

Max finally stepped forward, fury etched into every line of his face. "You’ve gone too far. This is bigger than just you and her, Lewis. You’ve broken every rule we have. You’ll be hunted for this."

Lewis stood slowly, Y/N still cradled in his arms as if she weighed nothing. His eyes locked onto Max’s, the challenge clear. "Let them hunt me. Let them try. They’ll never take her from me."

With that, he turned sharply, striding toward the door, Y/N held protectively against his chest. "We’re done here," he spat over his shoulder. "She’s mine, and I’m taking her far away from all of you. You’ll never see us again."

The other drivers watched in stunned silence as Lewis disappeared through the door, his power echoing in the room long after he was gone. They knew they had witnessed something forbidden, something dangerous—and they knew that Lewis Hamilton had just declared war on their world.

And there was nothing they could do to stop him.

[hello-robin-goodfellow]

TOP 12 FAVORITE IAN HOLM ROLES

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DAVID PETERS (MOONLIGHT ON THE HIGHWAY, 1969)

A troubled young man, David Peters (Ian Holm), claims, "Once dreams were possible, that's what the popular songs told us." Rejecting rock music of the day, Peters is immersed in the tunes of Thirties crooner Al Bowlly (killed during the London blitz). He collects Bowlly memorabilia, publishes the Bowlly fan-club newsletter, and finds pleasure in lip-synching Bowlly records but his obsession with Bowlly masks certain darker events in his past.

DOCTOR ASTROV (UNCLE VANYA, 1991)

In this televised production of Anton Chekhov’s play, Sir Ian Holm plays a village medic who, at the start, is an idealist with great passion for the preservation of trees. But, as time passes, everyone ignores what he says and he falls in love with a married woman, the character of Doctor Astrov slowly grows more and more tired and disappointed with himself, the world and humanity, fallin in alcoholism.

POD CLOCK (THE BORROWERS AND RETURN OF THE BORROWERS, 1992-93)

I dare say that, despite being 61 years old at the time, this is the role in wich i felt Sir Ian Holm performed the most of phisical acting. Pod Clock is the patriarch of a family of people that are the size of little fingers, and to raise his family, he has to ride sinks, run away from cats and big birds and be carefull of mouse traps to borrow food and other needs. All the while trying to avoid being seen by humans. That’s what i call an action hero.

ASH (ALIEN, 1979)

The amoral android that made him a movie star. Do i need to say more?

CAPTAIN FLUELLEN (HENRY V, 1989)

In this Kenneth Branagh adaptation of the William Shakespeare historical play, we see Sir Ian Holm performance as Captain Fluellen, a man that is a geek of military tactics history as he is proud of being welsh. Fluellen has a fun energy that makes him likable, at the same time that he is intimidating in his ruthleness in support a cruel execution in the name of military discipline.

VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN/THE CREATURE (MISTERY AND IMAGINATION: FRANKENSTEIN, 1968)

Before Benedict Cumberbatch in theater, there was Sir Ian Holm portraying both Doctor Victor Frankenstein and his Creature in this televised 1968 adaptation of Mary Shelley’s famous gothic sci-fi novel. His portrayal of the two characters is one of the most closest to the book characterization’s to this day: Victor Frankenstein as an ambitious and self-absorved student, and the Creature as a person who tries to be good, but due to abandonment and discrimination suffered due to his phisical appearance, becomes corrupted with an obsession for revenge against his creator. And Sir Ian puts those foil personalities marvellously.

LENNY (THE HOMECOMING, 1973)

The Homecoming is a 1973 British-American drama film directed by Peter Hall based on the play of the same name by Harold Pinter.

In a dreary North London flat, the site of perpetual psychological warfare, a philosophy professor , Teddy, visits his family after a nine-year absence, and introduces his father, Max, his uncle, Sam, and two brothers, Lenny and Joey, to his wife Ruth.

Sir Ian Holm plays Lenny, a pimp who only makes discreet references to his "occupation" and his clientele and flats in the city (London). He is the character with the most cynical lines and who start the sexual tension between the man of the family with Ruth, not carrying at all if she is married to his brother Teddy.

There’s a character that anyone will love to hate.    

PHILLIPE D'ARNOT (GREYSTOKE: THE LEGEND OF TARZAN, LORD OF THE APES, 1984)

A Belgian explorer who discovered Tarzan (John Clayton) in the jungle, taught him the way of man, and brought him to his family in England. Is Phillipe’s friendship with Tarzan and their eventual departure that becomes the emotional core of the picture.

LEWIS CARROLL (DREAMCHILD, 1985)

“Dreamchild” is a film written by screenwriter and playwright Dennis Potter. It was actually effectively a remake of an earlier project of his: the 1960s TV Play “Alice,” which had starred George Baker as Charles Dodgson, a.k.a Lewis Carroll – the man behind the “Alice” stories. But while “Alice” had been focused on Dodgson himself and his experiences with Alice Liddell (the little girl who inspired him to write the stories) and her family, “Dreamchild” takes a different approach. The 1985 film focuses instead on an elderly Alice Hargreaves (nee Liddell), who visits America to celebrate Dodgson’s centenary. During her stay, she has various nightmares, flashbacks, and hallucinations. Some of these have her seeing characters from the books, such as the Mock Turtle, the Mad Hatter, and the Caterpillar. Others are reflections on her childhood and the time she knew Lewis Carroll. Holm plays Carroll in these sequences, and the film plays with several myths and rumors about his relationship with Alice and her family…but it does so in a very clever way. Unlike the earlier TV play, which seems to treat these rumors and myths as fact, “Dreamchild” is far more ambiguous: nothing is confirmed or denied. It’s simply presented, and the audience is left to decide what is true, what is false, and how much it all really matters in the end. Holm brilliantly handles this ambiguity: in another actor’s hands, the character could have been perceived as thoroughly unsavory, but there’s such a gentleness, kindness, and overall innocence to Holm’s work that you can never really feel frightened or bothered. You feel for the man, no matter his flaws, and it makes his story just as compelling as Alice’s own.

RICHARD III (THE WARS OF THE ROSES, 1965)

The Wars of the Roses was a 1963 theatrical adaptation of William Shakespeare's first historical tetralogy (1 Henry VI, 2 Henry VI, 3 Henry VI and Richard III), which deals with the conflict between the House of Lancaster and the House of York over the throne of England, a conflict known as the Wars of the Roses. The plays were adapted by John Barton, and directed by Barton himself and Peter Hall at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre. The plays were adapted by John Barton, and directed by Barton himself and Peter Hall at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre. The production starred David Warner as Henry VI, Peggy Ashcroft as Margaret of Anjou, Donald Sinden as the Duke of York, Paul Hardwick as the Duke of Gloucester, Janet Suzman as Joan la Pucelle, Brewster Mason as the Earl of Warwick, Roy Dotrice as Edward IV, Susan Engel as Queen Elizabeth and Ian Holm as Richard III.The plays were heavily politicised, with Barton and Hall allowing numerous contemporaneous events of the early 1960s to inform their adaptation. The production was a huge critical and commercial success, and is generally regarded as revitalizing the reputation of the Henry VI plays in the modern theatre. Many critics feel The Wars of the Roses set a standard for future productions of the tetralogy which has yet to be surpassed. In 1965, the BBC adapted the plays for television. The broadcast was so successful that they were shown again, in a differently edited form, in 1966. 

In this production, the major theme is how the dispute for the crown of king is an endless cycle of violence that traps people, and this theme is highlighted in Sir Ian Holm’s performance as Richard III. His portrayal is more humanized and tragic, showing he was first a loving son and brother, until the vision of his father’s death in battle and the mistakes that his older brother, Edward IV,  makes at the start of his reign, motivates him to become king, no mather if it is even at the cost of his relatives lifes. At first, Richard looks like he is in control of the situation, but later, as the final battle comes close, frightened by the ghost of the people he killed, he has to confront the harsh truth: Richard is only another pawn in the game of chest of a bloody History. Just like every other king that camed before him.

PUCK (A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM, 1968)

Sir Ian Holm played the character of Puck, a.k.a Robin Goodfellow, in a 1968 feature film adaptation of the play. The feature was poorly received at the time, but has gained a bit more of a following in recent years, particularly from avid Shakespeareans. Its chiefest pro is probably the casting of Holm in the role of Puck:  he’s quick-witted, curious, and just a little baudy, but with a sharp and slightly dangerous intensity to him. You’re never quite sure what to make of Puck, and that makes him interesting, as he leaps from scene to scene, spreading chaos everywhere he turns.

FRODO AND BILBO BAGGINS (THE LORD OF THE RINGS, 1981 AND 2001-03)

The most famous nephew and uncle in literature. He played the nephew in the radio in 1981, and the uncle in the feature films between 2001-03.

A lot of people were introduced to Sir Ian Holm’s work and becamed Lord of the Rings after being introduced to those performances.

In both roles, he was merry, he was funny, he was frightened, he was scary, he was brave and determined, he was sad. And all of us, listeners and viewers, related to those feelings transmited by his performances as Frodo and Bilbo.

Everyone has talked a lot about those performances, and everyone will probably will still be talking about them in the future.

[not-hereforit]

Gallavich Soundtrack

Alright friends, I’ve compiled a list of all of the songs used in Gallavich scenes (plus a few individual scenes), and let me tell you, reliving Gallavich musically is one of the best (& sometimes heartbreaking) things ever.

Spotify playlist here & song breakdown under the cut! (anything with an asterisk (*) means it wasn’t available on Spotify)

What I Said by Alien Crime Syndicate “Iiiiian Gaaaallagherrr!” Mickey’s first appearance

It’s Thunder and It’s Lightning by We Were Promised Jetpacks Ian’s studying with Mandy at the Milkovich house and hooks up with Mickey

Wham Bam by Clooney Mickey & Ian go for round two at the baseball field

Nothing to Lose by The Marys Ian & Mickey caught in the walk-in by Frank

Drink While We’re Young by Red Devil Squadron Ian looks for “that look” in Mickey’s eye at the high school

Guided Missiles, Misguided Men by Holy Fever Mickey tries to sell to idiot kid at shop & Angie convo

Hysteria by Ceremony Mickey & Ian run from security after Mick beats up Ned

The Store by Toothpick Warriors Robbing Ned’s mansion

Oh by FIDLAR Ian looks for Mickey in abandoned building but Mickey won’t talk

Diamonds by The Lisps Ian goes to confront Mickey before his wedding

Bad Blood by Ana Egge Mickey holds back tears after Ian tells him he’s enlisting and he can’t bring himself to stop him

Canyons by Paw City Mickey retrieves Ian’s photo from magazine then punches bathroom mirror

Dirty Work by Sydney Wayser Lip asks Mickey if he’s heard from Ian, tells him he’s missing

Heat by Barrie Gledden* Mickey finds Ian at the club/lap dance

Wind Me Up by Taxi Doll* Mickey tries to convince Ian to come with him after lap dance

The Boy’s Had His Fun by Cold Shoulder* Mickey carries Ian after he passes out outside the club

Into the Darkness by Will and the Indians* Mickey watches a passed out Ian sleep & is caught by Svetlana

Take a Chance by Bosshouse* Mickey blows Ian

Move Like U Stole It by ZZ Ward (Paul Oakenfold Remix) Mickey kisses Ian at the club

In My Veins by The Fieros Mickey confronts Ian outside after he pulled a knife on Kenyatta

Pick Me Up by Between Borders Carl sees Mickey sleeping in Ian’s bed, asks if he’s Ian’s boyfriend

Fisherman by The Peach Kings Mickey leaves for the baptism after telling Ian yes they are a couple

Sleep Forever by Portugal. The Man Ian kisses Mickey on the head outside the bar after the brawl with his dad

Feelin Good by The Stevenson Ranch Davidians Mickey working as a respectable mover

Run Boy Run by Mom’s Basement Mickey runs errand (beats up Patel)

Black Soap by Ex Cops Ian is riled up after the confrontation at the soldier’s funeral

All A Lie by The Bixby Knolls Ian tosses Mickey’s shit in the yard during his cleaning spree

Man Child by Redgrave Ian runs away with Yevgeny

Discoloration by Dawn Golden Picking up Ian from police station & car ride home

Lost Soul by Dark Matter Ian’s admitted for a 72 hour psych evaluation

Peace Love With You by Moroccan Knights Mickey gets ready to go see Ian in the hospital

Go! by Soft Swells Mickey stumbles around drunk and trips over Ian’s jacket

Racketology by Breed Mickey plays guitar drunk and naked

Falling Together by Mason Brothers “Sorry I’m late.”

One More Minute by Locksley Mickey gives Ian his pills & tells him no caffeine

Walkin’ by Wild Party Mickey gives Ian a donut so he won’t take his pills on an empty stomach

Basic Instinct by The Acid Baseball field fight/hookup

Love Is A Battlefield by Pat Benatar Mickey & Ian drunkenly sing on their way back to the Gallagher house

Cigarettes by Coby Brown Ian & Mickey try to fight off the MPs

Don’t You Start by Sleepy Kitty Sammi taunts Mickey & Fiona after the MPs take Ian

Where the Ocean Is by Shadow Shadow Mickey headbutts Ian’s photo, leads to scene of Ian lying in truck cab

Marble by Bronx Cheerleader Ian lays in grass outside trailer, Mick calls (phone background now pic of them)

Hyperflowers by Los Waves Mickey runs to Ian after he calls to tell him he’s back

Going Out Fighting by Minutes to Midnight Mickey runs, shouting at Sammi while she shoots at him

Livin’ in the Fire by Motopony Ian and Svetlana visit Mickey in prision

You And I by Margaret Glaspy Ending credits after Ian finds out Mickey escaped

Skulldiggin by Black Joe Lewis Ian waits for Mickey at the docks and is kidnapped in a van

HEAL by Strand of Oaks “Let’s ride.”

Just What You Feelin’ by Kemo The Blaxican In the car driving to Mexico then pulling over so Mickey can hit that

Swing Ya Rag by T.I., Swizz Beatz Mickey & Ian hookup in the car after kicking Damon out

Crashed Cadillac by Bot’Ox Mickey finds Jesus at a Quinceañera 

Volca by Born Rivals* Mickey and Ian go to get money at the bank

I Ain’t the One by Spoon Ian watches Mickey cross the border into Mexico

Sunrise by Broken Bellows Ian walks to his cell

Pink + White by Frank Ocean Mickey shows up as Ian’s cellmate (Previously: Endgame)

Hot for Hagar by The Ginger Faye Bakers Ian & Mickey get frisky in the morning/the mayonnaise debacle

When You Smile by Floral Fauna Ian is brushed off by guard when he asks for a new roommate

Baccarra by Cardova* Mickey & Ian race to shiv Chester

Petty Thieving by FEET Ian attempts to throw his parole

Ad Blue by FEET Ian’s released from prison

I’ve Been Wrong by Food Court The Gallaghers throw Ian a welcome home party

Firebreather by Lead Pony Mickey tries to escape from prison via medical waste bin

Might Be Right by White Reaper Mickey chases shoplifter at Old Army/mall

Let’s Go by Clear Blue Fire Mickey catches a parolee for Paula

Deliver Me by TRUETT Mickey agrees they need to kill Paula

Eyes on You by 3 ONE OH Ian & Mickey suspect each other of killing Paula

Cramp by Shawn Lee (Skeewiff remix)* Ian asks neighborhood officer for advice about lawyer, gets marriage idea

Kidnap Runaway by The 1900s Mickey meets Ian at Patsy’s

Off My Mind by Ben Reneer Ian & Mickey get engaged at Patsy’s

Explode by City Silos Ian & Mickey realize neither one killed Paula

Happily Sinking Heart by Mother Sun Ian doesn’t sign the marriage license

Soul Sucker by Lead Pony Ian falls down stairs after Mickey punches him

Fuckin’ Love It by Naked Elephant* Mickey makes a ruckus arriving via vespa

Red Anxiety by Floral Fauna Ian and Liam leave on errand to buy Mickey’s engagement ring

Broke the Cup by Lead Pony Ian goes to talk to Mickey, tries to give him promise ring

Bad Idea by Bad Sea Empire Mickey rebuffs Ian, Ian pees in vespa

Rescue Me by OneRepublic Ian arrives at the bar with Cole

All the Good Things About You by Imperial Mammoth Ian & Mickey watch the band perform at bar

This Life by Vampire Weekend Ian beats up Byron and proposes to Mickey

Inherent Vice by Midnight Divide Mickey and the Gallaghers when Lip announces he’s moving

Let You Go by City Silos Mickey confronts Terry outside the Gallagher house

Livin’ On A Prayer by Bon Jovi Ian has Mickey serenaded at The Alibi

Son by Deep State Mickey robs drug den for wedding money

It’s You by Rebel Kicks The wedding venue is on fire

I Kinda Like It by Them Vibes Mickey grabs shotgun to go after Terry

Cannonball by Dirtwire Debbie tells Mickey to nut-up, they’re gonna white trash the wedding

Champion by M. Rivers Gallaghers and crew come up with idea to try The Polish Doll for a venue

Obsession by Joywave Mickey & Ian arrive at The Polish Doll, lie to owner

Blue Bell by Golden Daze Ian & Mickey take in the sight of their new venue

Face to Face by Rex Orange County Guests arrive for the wedding, final preparations for the ceremony

Lights Down Low by MAX Ian and Lip talk, prepare to begin the ceremony

At Last by Etta James Ian’s song choice for Mickey to walk down the aisle to

Morning Flowers by Brock Tyler Mickey and Ian exchange vows

Raising Hell by Kesha (ft. Big Freedia) Ian & Mickey walk down the aisle as husbands

Coming Out by Joywave* Ian & Mickey dance with family and friends at the reception

Firework by Katy Perry Ian talks to Debbie about missing Monica

Perfect by Ed Sheeran Mickey & Ian slow dance

Wake Up by Fialta Mickey & Ian wake up in their honeymoon suite

Perfect Day by Turf Club* Ian & Mickey after Terry shoots up their suite