#the fact that daniel still had it in him

[mcl4r3n]

do u ever just fucking sob over a photo of a man looking at his teammate before the last race of the season and the last race they'll have together or are u fucking normal

[starry-bi-sky]

Out of Context Danny Phantom Memes for a fic i haven't posted (yet)

[antebellumite]

The Four Calamities: TGCF inspired AU for our favorite Antebellum Era bastards.

[homoeroticvillain]

imagining how messy the luci geist dating reveal was [mostly for dan lets be real, he was having a mental breakdown]

dan was already upset when luci told him he was dating someone but refused to introduce them, a fact he vented about to bianca once they started seeing each other. only to end up feeling very vindicated when luci and his mystery partner broke up, of course he ended up feeling bad about how happy he felt considering how completely heartbroken luci was afterwards. it went on like that for a few months with dan comforting luci while still being kinda mad luci refused to really actually talk about who he was even dating.

then one day geist shows up at his doorstep out of nowhere pleading their case cause they are currently getting framed for murder and dan is the only detective they trust. dan is maybe willing to listen until luci walks in, sees geist, and immediately starts bawling. geist reveals why "wait, he never told you? we dated." dan is now mad a both geist for dating the man he's been in love with for practically his whole life and at luci for dating the fucking thief he's been trying to catch for over a year now. then the other thieves show up to try and fix whatever the hell is going on.

but then dan sees bianca, his girlfriend, there. who is apparently also a thief and never told him. but more importantly! she knew that geist was the one who was dating and subsequently broke luci's heart and didn't tell him

to say the least the fact that dan ever managed to end up helping geist with the whole framed for murder thing at all is a miracle, dan is a saint

[apoptoses]

Here’s a little compilation (though I might be missing a few):

🇺🇸

- Beautiful boy

- My beloved/beloved

- Lover

- My love

- My mate

- My minion

In other languages:

- Spouse 🇪🇸

- Slave 🇪🇸

- Boyfriend 🇫🇷

- Slut 🇭🇺

TBC

Anne was wild for all of it 🥴

bless you anon, and bless armand for coming up with the most deliciously varied names for his lover! the range on him!!

if anyone has any more from other languages send them in, i want to know them all ♥

[httpiastri]

the "reliable sources" talking about ats 2024 line-up are my enemies

oh tell me about it, they’re out here ruining my day 😐 it frustrates me so much, i don’t rlly wanna think about it tbh lmao

[janedeleon]

daniel: cheats

filipinos: OH MY GOD LETS GO SLANDER THIS OTHER GIRL WHO WAS ALREADY PROVEN TO BE THE SCAPEGOAT IN THE WHOLE ISSUE OH MY GOD WHAT A WHORE AND SHES UGLY TOO

[overthegardenwirtt]

funniest things in interview with the vampire:

the fact that we got reverse-queerbaited and there was levitating gay vampire sex in episode 1 and then never again :(

"he ain't white he french!"

lestat showing up to louis' family dinner in the gayest outfit he could wear in 1910, pretending to eat, and hypnotizing paul when he really was trying to make a good impression

florence du lac clocking louis as gay because of his acrylic nails and tinted glasses

"what's wrong with that man?" @ lestat

louis with the "no whites allowed" sign despite lestat being inside the building

"i'm not sure how i feel about that pleated skirt" "it's chiffon it has movement"

grace calling lestat louis' white daddy

louis, lestat, and claudia treating nosferatu like a comedy

louis telling the police they should be ashamed of how they treated "law-abiding, taxpaying citizens" and forgetting that it's illegal to be gay

"we sell...incinerators. to various american cities." "we bring our clients here to demonstrate the product"

louis throwing lestat's coffin out the window

tom anderson not seeing louis and lestat for 17 years but for some reason he has a picture with them in his desk drawer

the fact that rashid was not just a character armand made up but a real employee of theres who was mysteriously absent for a week while seemingly consensually being played by his boss

armand and louis walking up to daniel holding hands like two people who have never held hands before in their life

armand had a threesome with a father and son while watching now, voyager, something louis didn't even know about

armand telling daniel his own armandstat fanfiction, stopping at the scene where they fucked in the theatre box, and daniel wanting more

"are you schizophrenic louis?" "...no"

the insinuation that the real irish playwright samuel barclay beckett was a vampire. not only that, but that his most well-known work, "waiting for godot," was originally written for the theatre des vampires. not only that, but that he is now an unspecified DJ

french man yelling at louis and armand that they should blow each other when they're kissing in the public park

daniel molloy being so unbelievably gay in the 1970s and being immediately into fucking louis in the coffin

daniel molloy having his body comandeered by armand and still offering to suck his dick

daniel molloy trying to escape from armand and immediately running into the wall

armand walking back into the dubai penthouse being the silliest he's ever been, nourished, happy only to find out that his husband and weird gay boy situationship have unionized

armand gaslighting his way out of the situation he gaslit himself into by telling louis he asked him to erase his memories

armand animating the raccoon into the projections during the trial

santiago small dick reveal

lestat still wearing a 150 year old leyendecker robe and playing a wooden piano, but somehow having the money for an ipad, speakers, and wifi

"siri pause"

[shidoukanae]

i love reading the official translations of TME because there gets to be so much additional context and nuance added that i couldn't pick up in a rough translation and it absolutely still bamboozles me how deep this story continues to go

like what do you mean there's now an insinuation Lyla was forced to call "Lyla" into this world? What do you mean Daniel implies there's still another facet of Lyla's past that's been completely unexplored? Does Lyla know about "The Voice"? Does she know something about Helene that forced her to summon The Voice in order to protect Helene? Who let Lyla know this information? Did she hear "Lyla's" voice too and decide it was necessary to bring her to this world?

Hell, I thought Lyla magic overloaded because she got so overwhelmed by the grief of her personal realization Helene, the last person she has left, turned against her. But nope! The implication is that Lyla purposely magic overloaded herself for unknown reasons, probably aware of the fact her soul would switch with someone more capable of protecting Helene, I'm presuming?

Which if so,,, oh,,, oh no,,,,

Why do i get the feeling that knowing that information is going to be the only thing that stops Helene from hurting "Lyla" once she realizes "Lyla" isn't her real sister? The angst potential,,,, god,,,,,,,, i LOVE this story so freaking much

[nightingale-prompts]

Danny Has Bat-wings

Part 2

Clockwork would regret the day he taught Danny shapeshifting. The ancient time ghost thought it was wise to educate the prince/apprentice to change his appearance at will to better blend in when he traveled across universes.

Add that to the fact Clockwork has been very lenient with the prince and let him cross as amny universes as he desired.

Danny had learned how to make small alterations so far. He started by making himself taller than clockwork but after struggling to cope with low ceilings he stopped. He resorted to using tails and ears of many kinds. He usually took the time to study any animals he wanted to copy and use their traits after figuring out how they worked. He is still years away from a full transformation as this mentor said but he was determined to master at least one.

Danny's greatest discovery so far are wings. He made a full set of wings, bones and all. Although he hasn't figured out feathers (look they are more complex than patches of fur!) so he has bat wings.

Danny was more than proud to show them off to clockwork, practically bouncing off the walls as he darted back and forth.

"Very good Daniel." Clockwork said putting a hand on Danny's head and stopping the boy from moving. "Perhaps you can focus on learning to use your extra limbs now.."

Danny rolled his eyes. He already knew how to fly. He was literally doing it now. Is it really that hard to flap your wings?

Danny took it back, flying is hard.

He had found the rooftops of Bludhaven a good place to practice. Danny understood now why birds pushed their chicks out of the nest as he had to jump off roofs to get enough air to fly. Well, he wasn't flying, yet it was more flapping wildly until he could soften his landing.

Bat wings aren't really made to sit on your back comfortably so Danny had to wrap his wings around his body like a weighted blanket.

Danny learned quickly that dropping down alleyways and having his wings covering him caused people to panic and run. He didn't even get a chance to say sorry. Other times they attacked him calling him "The Bat" or "Batman", which is first off rude, and second, they could have at least called him a vampire or something.

News traveled quickly in Bludhaven right to Detective Grayson that Batman was in town. Which was weird because Bruce should be on a case right now. So it was Nightwing's job to see what was going on.

This "Batman" was clearly not Bruce. Any Gothemite worth their salt could tell that but the people of Bludhaven aren't familiar enough with bats. Speaking of bats, the "Batman" was more of a bat boy. Had ManBat had a kid, probably not.

The kid darted around and jumped from roof to roof with ease. After a few hours of practice, he'd wrap his wings around him and take a quick nap.

Usually, Bruce would demand a file be made on the kid and give him the 3rd degree on why he's here but this was Nightwing's territory. And he thought the kid was harmless if not a bit goofy.

Dick decided to stay quiet on this and letting Bludhaven have its own little Bat Boy. What's more entertaining to watch the kid learn to fly and failing when he tried to land.

[flamingpudding]

Little Snippets #1

"Father, please do not scare the children."

"FATHER?"

Alfred let out a sigh at the children's reaction as well as his own fathers sheepish laugh as the man scratched the back of his head. Once more he couldn't help but marvel at how young his own father looked. But then again the fact that his father was by now a timeless being and rule of an entire realm likely contributed to it. He glanced at the still shell shocked children and stoic Bruce, a part of him took a bit of pleasure in their shock.

"Master Bruce, may I introduce to you my father." Alfred hummed indicating to the floating man with blazing white hair and glowing green eyes in regal clothing, well aside from the damned jumpsuit his own mother had never refrained from complaining about.

"Daniel James Fenton." The butler continued eyes crinkling with a smile as he watched his charges. "Ruler of the Infinite Realms."

"Just Danny is fine. Honestly it must be your mothers influence with how formal you turned out Al..." The man, Danny added reaching a hand out to ruffle Alfred's hair that Alfred sidestepped. Not because he didn't like his fathers show of affection, no because he had appearance to uphold and he didn't need to shock the children any more than he already had.

"T-that must be a joke, right Alfie...?" Jason spoke up being the first one to regain his ability to speak coherently.

"I am afraid not Master Jason. This man is indeed my father." Alfred hummed amused, he would think that with their near daily dealings with villains, aliens, supernatural and other beings they would be less shocked. But as it seemed his family didn't seem able to warp their heads around this. Surely they must have suspected some sort of supernatural connection to him, after all how do they think he was able to keep the entire Manor as clean as it is? He had his pocketwatch from his grandfather as his secret weapon after all.

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP fanfic idea: Hot Wings

A new restaurant opens in Metropolis, boosting the best chiken wings this side of the country. It's a family business run by four siblings, but the owner is the second youngest, a nice young man named Danny Fenton.

He has twenty-two flavors to choose from that vary in spice. The spiciest is called "Ghost King," and the least spicy one is "Box Ghost." It's supposed to be very hard to handle the Ghost King wings, and Danny even claims Metas have a hard time handling them.

Clark tries it out with Jimmy and Lois on their shared lunch break. While both of his co-workers can't handle more than one bite, Clack can stomach three before tapping out. Danny adds his face to the wall dubbed "Ghost Court" despite the fact he couldn't do all eight.

Clark is surprised that he's the only one on there and gets placed at "Court Jester" for the number of wings he could handle. Despite the spice, the regular buffalo (or Johnny's 13) he ends up getting afterward is the best he's ever had.

The trio returned the following week for lunch, all trying a new flavor slightly higher on the spice meter. It makes his taste buds sing in the same way only Ma could accomplish.

King's Ghostly Wings rapidly becomes Clark's favorite place. He takes Conner with him the next time his brother visits and has a laugh when Conner attempts the Ghost King challenge. Conner could handle two, so he sadly didn't end up on the wall.

Conner doesn't seem to mind as he attempts to flirt with the waitress, Jasmine, who only laughs off his flirtations as Pa had beaten how to properly treat women into Conner's head. Clack watches with amusement as his clone's attention is quickly overcome by the Ember Wings he ordered (He thinks there are nine different hot peppers in there), acting like he never had real food until then.

A month later, Clark walks into King's Ghostly, smiling at Elle (Her full name is Danielle because her parents decided on a theme after Jasmine. It's Dan, Danny and Danielle.)

She sits next to the challenger wall, and he is mildly surprised to see more faces now. He no longer holds the Jester position. Instead, there is the smiling face of Stephine Brown, face red, eyes watery, and sweaty but gleeful. The words "Three and a half" indicate why she pushed him out.

Next to her is the Knight, held by a smirking Duke Thomas, proudly stating he managed four but he looks just as worn down as Stephine.

This is followed by the Grandmaster, who shows Jason Todd giving two thumbs-ups and tears streaming down his face; he managed five. Then there is Steward, who shows Tim Drake's half-dead face, looking like he was about to hurl, but his fingers are held up in the count of six.

The Queen position is a tie between one haughty Damian Wayne, looking to be glaring at the wings before him, and a mid-laugh Dick Grayson, who looks like he is having the time of his life with tears also streaming down his face. Seven each.

The King belong to Bruce Wayne who looks just as handsome and sauve as he would any photoshot. There is a half eaten wing in his mouth, while the man winks at the camera. Ariund him are plates with chicken wing bones. The count under his name shows fifteen.

Clark stares, then reaches for his cell phone. The call rings only three times before Bruce's strong voice goes through, dragging out the last word in a a cheerful shout

"What's up, ya slut!?" Great. Brucie voice. This means Bruce is in fornt of people who still think he's a airhead playboy.

"Bruce? Did you and your kids take the Ghost King wings challenge in Metropolis?" He asks anyway, because there is no way the bats were able to stomach this. How are they human?

"Clark," Bruce drags out the ar in his name, sounding like he's spinning in an office chair. Distantly, he can hear some voices mutter under their breath in annoyance. Bruce was in a board meeting he was trying to get out of. "Of course, the kids and I tried that place. Tim's friend, Conner, took him once, and he just had to have us try out the wings. Some of the best I ever had, but that challenge wasn't that hard. Not that I wouldn't mind going for the second round. I'll try it again if you're asking me out, big guy."

Clark feels a shiver run down his spine. Sometimes, he wonders if Batman and his lot had lied to them. There was no way they were human. "Ugh, no, I just wanted to check because it's a really hard-"

"This Saturday? Of course, I'm free. I'll have Alfred watch the kids. Oh and Clark, wear that suit I got you. You know the one.'' Bruce purs in his ear making the alien sit up straighter. He fights the urge to look around, upon hearing the code that Bruce had beaten into his head since day one of Batman and Superman team ups.

Bruce wanted to investigate the establishment and needed Superman's help. But what could the Fentons have done to catch the caped crusader's attention cities away?

Blushing, because couldn't Bruce think of a better cover, Clark responds. "The one with the gold or the one with rose gold?"

"Oh suger, rose gold was made for you" Bruce sighs dramaticly, implying so much in only one sentence. The Fentons weren't human then.

Clark confirms with Bruce staying long enough on the phone to hear him brag to the uncomfortable board members about his farmer boy who will be a fun roll through the hay and winces. If their "date" gets exposed, he'll have a lot of explaining to do when Lois eventually catches wind.

She took the whole "I'm Superman" thing well, so maybe the "Bruce often implies I'm his gay plaything on the side to protect our identities" thing well, too? He should wait for when she doesn't have access to kryptonite, just in case.

"Here you are," Danny says, walking over with a tray. With a kind, relaxed smile, he places Clark's order in front of him. It's the same one he's grown used to since first coming here but for the first time Clark notices the sense of other hidden in his eyes.

Behind him Dan is working on some wings at the open bar where various kids are watching with wide eyes. If Clark stares hard enough he swears he can see the tip of his pony tail lift as if flouting. Elle is carying more then she should be able to lift, and he realized she was pretending to struggle with the overloaded dishes as she busted.

Jasmin is the only one that seems human, calmly cashing out a family at the register.

Of course Clark missed all the signs but the Bats clocked them, likely the very first time Tim walked in here with Conner.

"Thanks, Danny," He says, still mindful of his manners. Who knows, maybe they aren't up to anything. It's not a crime to not be human. He should know.

As Clark bites into his wings, he prays there are no crimes going on. He would be really sad to see his favorite lunch place gone.

[fastandcarlos]

Paddock Naps : ̗̀➛ Lando Norris

summary: it's a dangerous game when lando falls asleep, but particularly when he finds himself falling asleep on you in the paddock

Your head shook as you glanced down at Lando beside you, his head falling further and further down. When you first let him rest in your lap you knew you were playing a dangerous game but you knew with how busy race days usually were there was no way that Lando was going to be able to rest with you for too long. 

Little did you know though how much you were helping him in his mission to fall asleep. The way your fingers ran through his hair, or tickled against his waist all helped him to feel incredibly comfortable, perhaps a little too comfortable if you were a member of McLaren staff. 

Time ran away with you tucked up in the hospitality lounge, but the sound of a figure coughing beside you soon made you look up, and immediately look back down. 

Oscar’s head shook at the sight of the two of you, something he had gotten pretty used to seeing from you. “How has he managed to fall asleep already? It’s barely even one in the afternoon.” 

“Who’s fallen asleep?” A second voice called out, your expression cringing as Daniel appeared up alongside Oscar.  

You didn’t quite know where to look as Daniel’s eyes widened at Lando fast asleep, having to place his mouth over his hand to hold back his laughter and make sure that he didn’t disturb Lando with his laughter.  

“You look very comfortable,” Oscar teased as your eyes met his, offering you a smile. 

“He’s a pain,” you complained, feeling your legs get number and number the more time that passed. As much as you wanted to be annoyed at Lando for falling asleep on you, seeing him so content made your heart swell, knowing just how exhausted he was with the last of three consecutive races looming.  

They all had their moments when they tried to get some peace and quiet, but you and Lando were unlike any other couple around the paddock. Other drivers could only admire how comfortable you were around each other, how little you cared about what others thought of you or how much you wanted to be around each other.  

It was something that terrified you when you first started dating Lando, but he helped you to not worry about anyone else, training you out of worrying about all of the eyes on you. 

“How long until your meeting?” You asked Oscar as he and Daniel took a seat in front of you to keep you company whilst you waited for Lando to stir.  

“We’ve still got a little while yet, we don’t want to wake sleeping beauty up too early, otherwise we’ll never hear the end of it.” 

Your hand gently brushed over the top of Lando’s head once again, tangling gently through his curls as you tried your best to tidy his hair up for him a little. 

“You know he’ll wake up and still complain he’s tired,” you warned the two of them, “he won’t care about the fact that I won’t be able to feel my legs for the rest of the day.” 

Daniel could only snigger as you spoke, “it’s his fault for having such a big head.” 

You struggled to hold back your laughter, it was something that Lando told you constantly, but only now were you feeling the full weight of it weighing you down in your seat. 

After a few minutes of light conversation between the three of you, a groan could be heard from your lap. All eyes looked down as Lando’s eyes fluttered open, grunting at the two men he saw sat in front of him, before glancing up at you. 

“Nice to see you awake, it’s only the middle of the afternoon,” Oscar teased as he glanced down at his watch. “Nothing like a midday nap to prepare you for a race is there?” 

The moment your eyes met Lando’s you could see how needed his rest was. He smiled softly up at him as he continued to wake himself up, shuffling slightly, much to your relief, as you finally managed to slightly move your legs. 

“You really have no shame, do you?” Daniel couldn’t help but joke too. “Do you know how many people have walked into this room and just found you laid out there?” 

Lando shot a glare in response to Daniel, stretching himself up before sitting up in the chair next to you where his feet had been laying, hearing a giggle come from you as you shook your own body awake too. 

“You’re such a lump,” you smirked as Lando looked at what you were doing, watching as you shook your legs, finally feeling the movement come back into them.  

An apologetic pout formed on Lando’s face as he shuffled closer towards you, resting his hand against your lap as his head came down to rest against your shoulder, still a little bit on the sleepy side of life. 

“Don’t fall asleep again,” you warned, jolting your shoulder to keep Lando awake. 

A frustrated sigh came from him, “why can’t you just let me sleep for the rest of the day?” 

“Because we have this thing called work,” Oscar interjected, shaking his head at how dramatic Lando was. “I think Y/N has better things to do then let you throw yourself across her all day.” 

You couldn’t see Lando, but you could imagine the glare that he was sending at Oscar, with Daniel chuckling next to him to add salt into the wounds for Lando. 

“I hate all of you,” Lando confirmed, “I just want to rest, is that really so hard?” 

You knew exactly what would happen if you let Lando sleep any longer. You’d been on the receiving end of Zak before when Lando had missed important team meetings, he trusted you to keep Lando in check and loved to tease you whenever you failed at that job. 

“Come on sleepyhead, you can rest when we’re back at the hotel tonight,” you smiled, resting your head down on top of Lando’s. “I don’t think your bank account will want to pay the fine for another missed team meeting.” 

A hum of agreement came from Lando as he reluctantly sat himself up, still staring at Daniel and Oscar as they continued to laugh to themselves at the scene they saw unfold before them.  

“You wait, I’ll get you two back for this.” 

“We’re just sat here, we’re not doing anything wrong.” 

Lando looked to you for help, but you chose to stay quiet, knowing that Daniel and Oscar had kept you company for most of the time he slept, you couldn’t betray them by siding with Lando now. 

Before Lando could snap back at them, the two of them excused themselves, Daniel ready to head to his meeting, Oscar keen to impress and make sure that he got to the McLaren office before Lando did and keep everyone on his side.  

“I can’t wait to go home tonight,” Lando whispered across to you, sitting himself up again. “Thank you for letting me rest on you babe, I do feel a lot better after it.” 

Your head nodded as your hands cupped either side of Lando’s face. “I promise as soon as you’re finished we’ll head out of here and get you to bed as soon as possible.” 

Lando smiled appreciatively back across at you, resting his head into your left palm. He desperately wanted to stay with you forever, but he knew that he would never be allowed to do that.  

“Go and be amazing and I’ll be here when you get back,” you encouraged, tapping Lando’s cheek as he reluctantly stood up from his chair. “If you get bored, just think about all of those cuddles we’ll have at the hotel tonight.” 

Lando’s head nodded as he leaned down and pressed an appreciative kiss against the top of your head, brushing his hand through your hair. “Thank you for always being there for me, it means the world to me love.” 

“You’re welcome Lan,” you whispered. 

“See you soon, for the most incredible rest.” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[sturniqlo]

Kiss in the Kitchen- M.S

summary: both Matt and Y/n find themselves in the kitchen at two in the morning alone. Blurb

cw: cursing, brothers best friend trope, suggestive material (no actual smut), almost getting caught

masterlist | join my taglist | part 2

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2:16 AM read the digital clock that was propped on Y/n's nightstand. She huffed and turned to the other side facing the wall. It was probably the tenth time she has turned to the opposite side trying to fall asleep. She shouldn't have drank that iced coffee before bed.

After turning around one more time, she sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed and her feet met the cold wooden floor. Y/n made her way, barefoot, to her door and opened it and a cold breeze made it way to her. "Holy fuck." She gasped, her brother must've moved the ac once more.

She felt her nipples harder up against her oversized tee. Making her way downstairs, the creaking of the stairs made her cringe, not wanting to wake anyone else up in the house. Through the dark, she made her way to the kitchen and opened up three fridge getting herself a water bottle, keeping the fridge open for a light source. "Hey." Someone said from behind her. "What the-" She yelped, spilling some water on her shirt. She turned around and sees Matt wearing a tank top and pajama pants hung low on his hips.

"Matt?" She whisper yelled. "Shit, my bad. Didn't mean to scare you." He chuckled, reaching in the fridge for a water of his own. "When did you get here?" Still at a whisper. "Around seven? Daniel texted if I wanted to spend the night." He opens his water bottle. Y/n got home at nine, probably why she didn't know he was here. "I didn't see your car when I got here."

"I had to park in the next block over, there was no parking and I didn't want to take your spot in the driveway." She hummed in response. "So, why are you awake at-" He looks at the stove. "Two twenty eight in the morning?"

"Cant sleep, I drank coffee earlier so I fucked up with that one." Y/n giggles. "You?" She takes another sip of her water. "Your brother snores like a middle aged man, I might crash on the couch." He walks between Y/n and the counter, putting his hand on her waist to get by.

She cant help but get goosebumps all over and clench between her thighs although it was a small gesture. Y/n leans against the counter and tries to shake all the dirty thoughts out of her head. "I just realized, we've never been alone together. Just us two." He walks back from throwing away his empty water bottle. "Really? I- I've never noticed." Y/n stutters.

"Really." He nods, walking up to stand in front of her, placing his hands on the counter, caging her in. "O- oh." Her heart starts beating fast. She's always found Matt attractive. Hot. Every name in the book. "Why're you nervous? Thought you always wanted this, I see how you look at me all the time." Matt grabs her jaw so she can look up at him. "Do you want me?" He says.

"Yes," She nods. "I want you." With that, Matt placing his lips on hers. They pull apart to see if they were okay with it. When nobody completely pulled away, Y/n kissed him again. The kiss was mix of tongue and teeth clashing. Messy, just how Y/n imagined it. "I've wanted this for so long." Matt pulls away to kiss down her jaw. "Fuck- me too." She gasps at Matt sucking on her neck.

She tugs on his hair and brings him back to her lips. If this was the only time she'd have Matt like this, she was going to make last. They could still taste the faintness of the minty toothpaste on each other. Matt brought his hands under her shirt and massaged his cold hands onto her warm waist while her arms came up around her neck, her hands slightly tugging on the hair on the nape of his neck.

His hands crept up her soft belly to underneath her breast. She gasped against his lips. Matt squeezed her tits and she whimpered when his thumb circled her nipples. Matt grew harder at the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Wanting her shirt off, he brought his hands to the bottom of her shirt. "Can I?" He whispered against her swollen wet lips. "Please." She nodded.

When the shirt came above her breast, Matt was awed at her bare chest. As it was going to come off above her head, they heard the stairs creek and Y/n pulled her shirt back down as Matt was frozen. "Hey guys. Why are you two up?" Her brother enters the kitchen and sees Matt looking into the fridge. "I- uh I couldn't sleep and came to get water." Y/n awkwardly held up her unfinished water as she was breathing heavily, but her brother didn't notice as he was still half asleep.

"And I- you were snoring so I came to crash on the couch and found her- uh here." Matt scratched his neck. "I'll- I'll see you two tomorrow." Y/n said and left the kitchen leaving the two boys in the kitchen.

Back in her room, she sat on her bed in disbelief. Did that actually happen? Something that she's been wanting for so long just happened? Y/n could still feel the softness of his lip on her, his hands all over her body. Yet, she still had the ache in between her legs.

Ten minutes later, her phone buzzed on her nightstand. Picking it up, she saw a instagram dm from Matt.

matthew.sturniolo

keep your door unlocked

i'm going once daniel is asleep

[inevesgf]

APHRODISIACS

daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

what happens when daniel and his friend take aphrodisiacs as a joke? — wrote by inevesgf.

warnings: smut with plot +18 — penetration (p in v), aphrodisiacs (drugs), brief fingering, raw (use a condom folks), dirty talking.

masterlist + requesting rules.

“sex chocolates? are you serious? who gave you those?” you laughed, fixing your posture as you sat at the bar in daniel’s kitchen, slightly leaning forward to talk to the man who stood washing dishes. “max — secret santa gift.” daniel grumbled, letting out a hardy laugh before turning to you. his hands were covered in dish soap, making you laugh once more, yet this time at how pathetic he looked. “what? he thinks you can’t get it up?” you teased, the playful banter being a thing of familiarity in your friendship. the man seemed to be all giggles that night, chuckling again instead of responding as he turned to finish the dishes. “do you really believe this shit actually works?” you asked, chuckling as you read the box. “chock full of aphrodisiac herbs to boost arousal and sensitivity.” you practically scoffed as you read; the idea was seemingly pathetic and unrealistic to you. “you’re saying it like you want to find out.” daniel sort of teased, turning to you as a small chuckle escaped his lips. you threw your hands up in mock defense, clicking your teeth together. “no — i mean — it’s just a bit stupid, don’t you think? i just don’t really believe it.” you responded, your voice laced with disbelief and a sort of arrogance.

almost like your words were egging him on, daniel snatched the box from your hand, examining it for himself before he opened it up. the chocolates were a dark brown, drizzled with a lighter brown chocolate on top. the box was completely untouched, every chocolate still wrapped individually around a black wrapping. “try one then — i will too.” he teased, laughing softly at what he had proposed to you. you raised a brow at him, laughing at his stupid statement. “recipe for disaster and embarrassment, danny, you should know this.” you kissed your teeth, a hardy chuckle falling from your lips. before you could even finish speaking, daniel popped one into his mouth, chewing it loudly almost if to piss you off. “you did not—“ you spoke in disbelief, rolling your eyes playfully at him. “your turn.” he smirked, laughing as he held the box towards you. you unreluctantly reached into it, grabbing one out before chewing it yourself, mocking him with your harsh chews and loud swallow. the idea of having sex with daniel was outrageous to you — even if you knew he wasn’t proposing that idea offering you try one of them. you knew if the chocolates actually worked, you two would just be embarrassed and aroused, not doing anything that would risk your friendship.

the night went on like nothing had ever happened, daniel standing tall in his enchante shirt and grey sweatpants as he scrubbed the dishes, your stories and jokes keeping him entertained. when he had finally finished the dishes he turned to you, an all-too-giddy smile on his face. “so, you feeling anything?” he cheezed, laughing softly. “nope — not one thing.” you spoke, laughing again to avert any suspicion of yourself as you slowly felt the aphrodisiacs working, a pool of heat forming around your core. you couldn’t help but feel awkward — oddly turned on — but awkward. your brain couldn’t fathom the fact that the chocolates were actually working a bit, which made you wonder if it was a placebo effect poisoning your brain.

“really? okay.” daniel teased and you started to think he didn’t believe you. “what about you, tough guy? how’s it going for you?” you teased back, not letting the awkwardness of the situation hither your friendly banter. “fine — i don’t feel a thing.” daniel spoke back confidently and you knew he was lying as he turned around to face the sink again, his hips peeking just over the kitchen bar. the grey sweatpants he was wearing put everything on display for you; the outline of cock, hard and pushing through the soft material of his pants. the sight was almost enough to dampen the black panties you wore under your sleep pants, but you quickly shot those thoughts away when you realized daniel was merely your friend.

you didn’t know what to say to his words, now fully aware of the effect the chocolates had on him of which he tried to hide from you. all you could do was laugh, playing into the friendly banter as you got up from your seat. you made your way over to the counter with a plan to get yourself a glass of water, that of which would surely distract you from the wetness forming in your panties. you knew not to say anything — not to make sudden movements that would tempt daniel to ruin your friendship — and you didn’t know you royally messed up until you reached over daniel to grab a glass, your ass brushing right up against his hard cock that strained against his sweats. the accidental action only made the moment more awkward when you heard daniel’s breath hitch, his body taking a step back from yours. you couldn’t help it as you turned around, yours eyes locking with his big brown ones. fuck, he was so handsome. so beautiful. so hot. you knew the aphrodisiacs were fucking up your brain, but the sight of daniel all nervous and turned on at the same time had you soaked.

honestly, you couldn’t remember what happened between the time you turned to daniel and the part where he had you sitting on the kitchen island, his body standing between your legs. he feverishly kissed you, his hands trailing down your body as he teeth nipped at your lips. it was odd — getting this touchy-feely with a friend — but god, it felt so right. daniel’s lips mashed against yours, his kisses wet and sweet as his hips found yours, grinding both of your clothed arousals together. you let out a soft moan, your hands landing on his shoulders as his hips moved against yours. daniel pulled back slowly, his eyes dark with lust and his lips swollen. “we shouldn’t be doing this.” he muttered, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of desperation in them. “i know — makes it all more the fun.” you hummed as a smirk grew on your face, a laugh escaping your lips. “you want this?” daniel asked, his hands resting gently on your thighs as he didn’t break eye contact. “all i’ll say is i guess those chocolates really do work — and a ‘yes’ if that’s what you need to hear.” you muttered. you felt stupid, but that was deep down, all your other emotions drowned out by the want and need for your best friend.

daniel’s lip met yours again at the confirmation, this time his kisses more hungry as his lips went from yours to your neck. he sucked softly, nipping at your skin enough to leave tiny little bruises, electing a soft moan from your mouth. his touch was electric, your body reacting under his as if you were desperate for more. once again daniel’s hips rocked into yours, your panties so soaked you swore he could feel it through his sweats. you panted softly, the aphrodisiacs working better than you could have ever imagined, hightening the pleasure in your body from even the smallest touch. daniel’s hands found their way under your loose shirt, his fingertips tracing the skin below the hem on your bra which made you shudder. without words and voluntary submission, your body had practically surrendered to him, your chest against his as his hips rocked into yours.

it was an erotic scene which became more rated r than pg-13 when daniel slipped your shirt over your head, quickly pulling away to rid himself of his too. he was on full display to you, his toned abs flexing and glistening with sweat as his eyes met yours again. “you’re so beautiful.” daniel muttered, enough to make your heart leap in your chest as your hands rested upon his shoulders. a small smile formed on your face, your cheeks flushing at his tiny compliment. you reconnected your lips with daniel’s, your hands now trailing down his abs, tracing every curve delicately with your finger. his hands found the waistband on your sleep shorts, his digits fumbling with the edges as he non verbally asked for permission to rid you of them. you propped yourself up slowly as if to say ‘yes’, allowing daniel to pull your pants down to your ankles and let them fall to the floor.

you were eager, your body rocking into his, craving for any ounce of friction you could get through your panties that still remained on. daniel hummed contently, a small laugh escaping his lips as they attacked your neck. daniel was taking his time with you and you knew it. his touch was slow and soft, enough to make you ache at your core and your body shiver. “please.” you whined. a small hint of embarrassment flushed over you, but you then realized it was silly feeling embarrassed when you remembered you were in this vulnerable situation together. “please what?” daniel asked softly, his hands rubbing your thighs as his eyes met yours again. he was playing coy — he knew exactly what you wanted — but he wanted to hear you say it. “touch me.” the words fell from your lips so carelessly, yet so needy as your eyes stared daggers into his brown ones. he laughed softly, coming back to kiss you again as he started to pull down his sweats, taking his boxers with them to the floor.

you couldn’t help but let your breath hitch as your eyes roamed his body, yours eyes taking in all of him as if you were drinking a glass of water. “like what you see, pretty girl?” daniel teased which made you flush red and laugh softly. you couldn’t believe he was feeding into your usual banter at a time like this, but you couldn’t help but like it. “mhm.” you hummed softly, boldness rushing over your body as your core burned red in desperation. “please fuck me.” your words were so desperate and erotic that daniel didn’t even know what to do with himself, yet he laughed once more, this time his hands trailing up your thigh before his fingers landed on your clothed cunt. you hummed, your body trying to relax as his fingers rubbed against you, a soft whine escaping your lips. “relax, pretty girl — let me take care of you.” he spoke low and sultry, his fingers tracing circles over you before he tucked his fingers under the waistband, pulling your panties off and letting them fall to the floor.

it didn’t take long before daniel’s fingers were abusing your clit again, this time directly instead of through the thin fabric of your panties. your body shuttered as your lips let a moan escape, throwing your head back as his fingers worked rapidly around you. with one slick movement, daniel shoved one of his fingers into your slit, working it slowly in and out of you. the small noises escaping your mouth showed daniel how much you loved it as he pumped his finger into you. the chocolates were no joke — you had never felt this good from merely one finger before. “god — you’re so wet.” daniel hummed, letting his head rest on your shoulder as he added another finger into the mix. “fuck—“ you muttered, wincing a bit as his thick digits stretched you out. you spread your legs, giving daniel a better angle to sink his fingers deeper into your pussy.

during a moment like this you’d usually have your eyes shut, your head back as moans escaped your lips — this time was different. you couldn’t help but watch, daniel’s thick fingers pushing in and out of you and his cock standing straight up as it ached to replace his fingers. the sight was almost enough to make you cream around daniel’s fingers, what you could see of them soaked and glistening with your slick. you couldn’t help it as you bucked your hips into his fingers, wanting to feel them deeper than they could possibly go. daniel craned his head up from your shoulders, now locking his eyes back onto your own. a small chuckle escaped his lips — he could get used to you being this pathetic and desperate under him. “you want me to fuck you?” he muttered, his voice low and sultry which sent a chill up your spine. “yes.” you responded, your voice at a desperate whisper.

daniel couldn’t wait any longer. seeing your pleading eyes and hearing your shaky moans — god, it was driving him crazy. he took his hard cock in his hands, using your slick on his fingers as make shift lube. he pumped himself slowly as if to tease you, your core dripping at the sight of it as he lined up with your slit. you put your hands on his shoulders, spreading your legs wider as daniel’s cock pushed into you, stretching you out. you moaned as daniel started to rock his hips slowly, your sharp nails digging deep into the flesh of his skin. it felt so fucking good — unlike any other sex you had ever had — which now made you fully believe the chocolates were true to their effect. he started to pick up the pace, his thrusts pumping wetness out of your cunt that decorated his cock. it felt like you were watching a porno, yet this time the girl wasn’t acting and there seemed to be something more there than just being ‘colleagues’.

“you feel so fucking good.” daniel grunted, his thrusts now a faster pace, the slapping of your bare skin against each other almost having a rhythmic beat to it. “feels so fucking good, danny — fuck.” you moaned, his cock deep in you, abusing your pussy and making it red. he thrusted into you, his dark and tired eyes locking into yours. “say it again — say my name again.” daniel grunted, his thrusts only getting faster as you gripped onto his shoulders. daniel put his hands under your knees, lifting your legs up just so his cock could achieve that perfect angle to make you come apart infront of him. “daniel, fuck—“ you obliged to his demands, a loud, erotic moan escaping your lips. the call out of his name only egged daniel on more, one of his hands slipping away from under your leg and finding your bud to abuse your clit. his thumb rubbed fast against your bruised pussy, his cock pounding into you which matched the pace of his finger. you moaned out again, you hips involuntarily thrusting into his to match his pace. “does that feel good, pretty girl?” daniel grunted, a grumble escaping his lips as his breath grew rapid. “so fucking good, daniel—“ you whined, your body sticky and sweaty from the metaphorical beating you were receiving.

a thing like this should feel wrong with a friend, but with daniel it felt so right. his body fit into yours like a puzzle piece, only making the moment more enjoyable as his thrusts grew choppy. “god you’re so fucking tight — im so close.” daniel grunted out, his lips reconnecting to yours for a quick kiss before he pulled back to make eye contact with you again. “you’re so fucking beautiful.” he hummed, his eyes fluttering close as he thrusted into your cunt harder. daniel was close to the edge and you were too, his thumb still working magic around your clit, making it hard to hold back any whines from escaping. “im so close, danny, please—“ you whined, his thrusts now becoming erratic, his hips snapping against yours. daniel bucked his hips harder, faster, his hard cock hitting against your cervix, surely bruising it. you let out pornographic moans — yet real ones instead of the over-exaggerated ones in pornos — the aphrodisiacs making each thrust and each touch feel like a kiss from god himself.

“cum for me, beautiful.” he grunted, his eyes looking deep into yours as he bit his lip. your body relaxed, your clit twitching as your body let go, more of your slick coating daniel’s thick cock as you came around it. daniel kept fucking into you at a fast pace, chasing his own climax which was moments away. his body shuttered, his cum pumping deep inside of you before he pulled his coated cock out, his own arousal dripping down it to the floor. “fuck — that was amazing.” daniel spoke out of breath, a small smile on his face as he pulled your body close to his. “mhm, i guess those chocolates do work.” you teased, your own body too fucked out to talk more.

daniel’s hand came up to caress your cheek, a soft and tender smile on his face. “i hope i didn’t hurt you.” he spoke softly, which made you worry he was beginning to regret what happened. “no no, you didn’t — i know you wouldn’t.” you spoke softly, your eyes looking into his. daniel placed another kiss on your lips, this crowding you with a feeling you’d hadn’t felt for daniel til moments prior. “i could get used to this.” he hummed softly, his forehead resting against yours. you laughed softly, a smile on your face that turned into a shit-faced grin. “guess we should eat the rest of those chocolates then.”

[disneyprincemuke]

the orange peel theory * fem!driver

how many men in her life would stop to peel an orange for her if she asks randomly?

pairings: f1 grid x fem!driver

warnings: -

notes: juSt a random idea i got when i dreadfully peeled oranges for myself ugh i hate being single sometimes

guys this is the last vr update today i swear i’ve got too much times on my hands actually

(series masterlist) | (📂 the rookie season)

-> max verstappen, #1

would be in the middle of an interview after quali when she comes up to him with a mandarin orange in hand

max stops mid sentence to look down at her in confusion but will take the orange into his hands as she asks him to peel it for her politely

he would cover the mic and whisper “can this wait? i’m in the middle of something” and she shows him her hands, perfectly manicured white nails with a frown and says ��i’ll stain my nails”

and he just does it, peeling the orange as he carries on with the interview after she walks away without him knowing

when he finishes, he turns to give it to her but she’s no longer there and ends up eating the orange during his interview lol

-> logan sargeant, #2

he’d be sitting in his garage minding his own business when she comes and sits next to him with a bag of mandarin oranges in hand

he doesn’t even need to be told

he immediately reaches out and starts peeling the oranges for her, even tearing away the white strands because he knows she hates those

totally nothing to do with the fact that he’s had a crush on her forever

everything to do with the fact that they grew up together and he’s too lazy to fight

-> daniel ricciardo, #3

he’s literally just walked into the paddocks for race day

he feels all cool with all the cameras

suddenly she runs over to him with an orange in her hands and a hopeful smile

“peel this for me please?”

he does it without question

he walks the paddocks with her while peeling her orange and even sparks up conversation with her

-> lando norris, #4

literally walks away when he sees her approaching him with an orange

she’s been doing it all weekend and he refuses to be a victim

also because he’s not that fond of peeling oranges

or oranges, for that matter

she tries chasing after him but when she finally catches up, he simply ignores the request to peel the orange for her

-> pierre gasly, #10

he’ll be literally walking over to the grid for the driver’s parade

looking pretty cool in his cool fits

an orange is presented to him without question

he grins at her and thanks her for the orange

walks away and eats the orange himself

-> sergio perez, #11

would also be in the middle of an interview when she comes up with an orange

would peel it because he’s a mega dad and he’s really taken a liking to her

excuses himself from the interview to do it for her real quick

would take one piece of the orange for himself

claims it’s the taxes for making him do it instead of doing it herself

-> fernando alonso, #14

takes the orange without her saying anything

he’s always seen with seb on race weekends and is very used to her antics

literally gives her the orange peel and one piece of orange

eats the orange without her saying anything

she’s in damn near tears because she really expected fernando to peel it for her without question

-> charles lerclerc, #16

is sad that she didn’t bring him an orange too

still peels it for her though

even though he was in the middle of some paddock game with carlos

asks for a piece and because she loves him and her crush is still very much present, she simply gives him the whole orange

-> lance stroll, #18

he’d have been coming out of his racing home minding his own business

they don’t interact often because she scares him

is almost scared to say no to the orange peeling and actually says no

mutters “i always knew you hated me” as she walks away

which then makes him chase her to peel the orange for her and apologise profusely

because lance and her literally never talk and it took up all her courage to approach him with this orange, she gives him half of the orange

-> kevin magnussen, #20

asks her if she's got an extra orange for his baby girl

she literally came prepared and gives one to cute baby laura

so now kevin has to peel two oranges for two babies

outrageous, if u ask him

-> nyck de vries, #21

has unfortunately departed by the time she decided to be a menace about the orange peel theory

she thinks about him often though

they're texting buddies actually

-> yuki tsunoda, #22

literally came prepared

he's got a packet of candy he bought when he flew back to japan for a visit

she gives him the whole orange

she literally peels the orange for him in exchange for the candy

-> alex albon, #23

was literally walking to the grid for the opening ceremony of the race weekend

says no immediately

but he does change his mind and asks if he can have half if he peels it for her

peels it and takes more than half of the share

-> zhou guanyu, #24

is delighted to even see her because they don't come across one another often

is kinda touched that she asked him to peel an orange but then is disappointed to find out that he's not the first victim and that this is all a tiktok trend for her

peels it anyway

asks her to bring an extra orange if there's a next time as payment

-> niko hulkenberg, #27

she literally cannot find him

doesn't get to participate in the trend

she only saw him once that weekend and it was at the opening ceremony and she only had 1 orange for alex to peel

and on the grid in his race car

-> esteban ocon, #31

absolutely ADORES her

peels it without question

peeks around her shoulder to ask if she's brought another one for him

she says yes and that he's the only one who gets one for himself because she loves him back

-> lewis hamilton, #44

this psycho literally approaches lewis when he's on an interview panel

but that's because he asked her to do it at that time so he has a excuse to escape the panel

he's just so tired of the panel interviews

giggling with her like demons as he peels the orange

-> carlos sainz, #55

peels it for her without question

the only one to ask her why she's got so many oranges to eat and hand out

also the only one to ask her if oranges have been the only thing she's eaten all weekend

inhumanly impossible to eat this many oranges in one weekend perhaps

-> george russell, #63

is literally tearing up because she came to him to ask to peel the orange

he heard from alex what she's been doing

he's been waiting all weekend for her and was sad that it seemed like she had no intentions on letting him participate in her tiktok

she feels so bad for him that she joins him in peeling an orange as well

-> valtteri bottas, #77

is confused because he's just minding his own business using his phone during the driver's briefing

peels the orange for her anyway

asks if oranges are her favourite fruit

suggests eating something less acidic to avoid a tummyache

-> oscar piastri, #81

if anyone's tired of her being a menace with all these oranges, it's going to be him

but because he knows she'll pick a fight if he says no

he will peel the orange reluctantly

takes a picture with the orange because it's the same shade as the mclaren shirt he is wearing

— bonus

-> liam lawson, #30

asks her to fuck off

only ask him to peel an orange when she's lost all the ability to peel one for herself

asks her if he can have one from her orange stash

she says no in tears because he cussed at her

shrugs and walks away

-> sebastian vettel, #5

this clinically insane woman has got this 4 time world champion peeling oranges on the pit wall during qualifying

has him throw her a peeled orange in between laps during qualifying

eats it in the car for a racing 'buff' before she drives out for a lap

she's got too many oranges so he helps her eat some of them

eating oranges = beating mclaren = beating oscar because they're all the same colour and have a correlation obviously

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