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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year ago
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Great update, thank you for feeding us we love Temptation Danny 😩 I was thinking of a request following up with it. Daniel loves providing and taking care of the reader, especially post injury, but one day she overhears one of his friends called her a gold digger and she’s hurt by it but doesn’t tell Daniel because his friends are important to him and she doesn’t want to cause problems. So when she needs to buy or get something essential, perhaps she asks Lando to get it for her and she’ll pay it back. Lando refuses and tells her there’s no need to and gets it for her but when Daniel finds out, since there was no bank statement, he loses it because he’s the only man that should take care and provide for you. He gets furious at his friend for making you think you’re not worth it :(
The Taste of Temptation || DR3 {5}
Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, angst, soft Danny, sexual themes WC: 2.6k F1 Masterlist Story: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six Snapshots One || Two || Three || Four || Five
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The weather was terrible for the start of summer and you were finally reminded of why you needed to replace your car that broke down months ago and was towed to the wreckers. Walking was usually your preferred way to move around the small city but with the rain outside growing heavier you would have to borrow Daniel’s Porsche, since you still had some shopping to do for his birthday. Thankfully he was more than happy to have you drive his car and already had the keys hanging from his fingers when you finished putting your makeup on in the bathroom. 
“I’ve been meaning to take you to the dealership, kitten,” he apologised with a kiss. “We’ll go tomorrow and you can choose whatever car you want.”
His smile grew at the excitement on your face and you threw your arms around his neck. “Thank you,” you grinned between kisses.
“Of course, anything for my girl.” He unwrapped your arms before he was tempted to pull you back into the bathroom for a quickie but with his friends waiting for him in the living room he wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of hearing your sweet cries. “Don’t get anything heavy, I don’t need you hurting yourself just when you are healed.”
“Yes, sir,” you saluted, smirking when you saw the look in his eyes before you escaped the bedroom.
“-talk to him, she’s obviously using him-”
“-total gold digger-”
The conversation paused as you stepped into the room and you barely breathed as their condemnation settled over you. Determined to make sure they didn’t see the affect their words had, you plastered a smile on your face and asked if they needed anything while you were out.
Your handbag felt heavier than usual as you walked to the garage and climbed into the Porsche. The Hermes bag had been a gift from Daniel for your first anniversary and the LV wallet inside was another. You had never asked for them, but suddenly you felt guilty for having them. Even the key in your hand suddenly felt like a lump of hot coal, hurting the longer you held it.
Grabbing your phone, you climbed out of the car and started your journey on foot.
“Lando?” you choked as you stepped out in the rain, making your way to the city centre on foot. “Can I ask a huge favour?”
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“You should just ignore them,” Lando said as he pulled his hoodie higher to fight the rain and followed you through the car park. 
“But they are his friends.”
Lando screwed up his face. “Are they? Because if Max spoke shit about the girl I love then I would have to reconsider that. It’s just not their place to comment. Plus, not to flex or anything, but we kind of get paid pretty well. It’s nice to have someone to spend it on since we are pretty much too busy for 10 months of the year.”
You had heard the argument before. The drivers loved to spoil their girlfriends and you had enjoyed it up until now. “Are you going to help me or not?”
Lando sighed and nodded reluctantly at your pitiful pout. “Of course I’ll help you, I just wish you didn’t feel the need to have to.”
“I’ve been meaning to get a new car anyway, I just don’t have all of the money on me at this moment.”
Your savings had swelled since Daniel covered all the bills and had given you cards linked to his bank accounts for anything else you might need, but it still wasn’t enough to buy a car outright and you didn’t want to have to go through the bank process to get a loan.
“I promise it won’t take long to pay you back” you said before hugging him. “Thank you.”
“It’s fine, you don’t have to.” You started to argue and he gave up knowing you weren’t going to stop. “Fine. Just pay it back as you can, there’s no rush.”
The Mazda 3 was nothing fancy, and certainly nothing as pretty as the Porsche you had become used to driving, but the hatchback was only a couple of years old and had low mileage. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s…no comment.”
“It’s cute, and you drive a friggin Fiat!”
“That’s unique,” Lando corrected as you pulled the price sticker off the window. “This is something my grandma would drive, and it has a three star safety rating.”
“I only drive around the city so it’s not like I’ll be going more than 30 mph.”
“Well it beats your old piece of crap,” he conceded with a smile to soften the blow.
“Wow, that makes me feel much better.” You opened the driver's seat and grimaced at the overpowering smell of faux cherry fragrance. “Want a ride home?”
His nose twitched at the heavy scent and he shook his head. “I think I’d rather walk on this fine day. Put your windows down a bit before you get high on - whatever that is.”
You took his advice and leaned towards the fresh air from the window as you made your way to the shops before heading home. Daniel was already in the garage when you arrived, a look of confusion on his face as he stood at the hood of his car, leaning against it with crossed arms as he watched the unfamiliar car park in your reserved spot.
“What’s this?” he asked as he opened your door, his brows lifting at the cherry bomb that invaded his nostrils.
Biting your lip, you hadn’t been prepared to see him so soon - thinking you could have carried the shopping bags upstairs without him even noticing you hadn’t taken the Porsche. “My car.”
“Your…car?” he confirmed as he ran his thumb over his lip and circled the compact vehicle. Returning back to your door, he pulled his phone out and checked his bank account, scrolling through the transactions and failing to find the car’s purchase. “Tell me you didn’t waste your money on this, kitten?”
“Not exactly,” you murmured under your breath, knowing lying about it would only be worse. “I borrowed some money.”
“Why would you do that when I could literally buy you any car? Even a fucking Bugatti, if that’s what you wanted.” He kicked the front tire and it shook the whole car, the suspension creaking with it. “Is it even roadworthy? You know what, you’re not driving this.”
“It’s my car, Danny.”
“And you’re my fiancée,” he growled as he took your hand and looked at the diamond ring on your finger. “I’m not gonna have you driving around in a tin can. We’ll go to the bank tomorrow and sort out the loan. You’ll be paying high interest rates for no fucking reason.”
You looked down at your feet and a moment later he curled a finger under your chin until your head was back and he could look into your guilty eyes. “I’m not going to like this, am I?” His hand fell away to land on his hip and he pinched the bridge of his nose with the other as he exhaled heavily. “Where did you get the money, kitten?”
“Somewhere that doesn’t charge interest…”
You could see his chest rising with the deep breaths he was taking to stay calm before he asked through gritted teeth. “Lando? Fuck, I don’t know if I want to hug him or hit him.”
His arms fell slack at his side and his eyes turned down as his fingers itched to reach out and touch you but he held back and asked quietly, “Did I do something wrong?”
The sound you made was unintelligent as you were blindsided by the question. It was something between a ‘huh’ and ‘what’ yet somehow neither. Like a guppy fish, your mouth opened and closed silently before you could even fathom an answer.
“No, god no,” you stammered as you stepped into the wall of his body and wrapped your arms around his waist, wishing he would return the embrace. “Danny, you haven’t done anything wrong. You are the most amazing man I know and you always take care of me, more than I deserve.”
“What does that mean?” he asked as he frowned at the self-depreciation and his instincts went wild. He leaned back against the car and spread his legs as he pulled you between them so you were standing eye to eye. “Kitten, what did you mean by ‘more than you deserve?’ Has someone said something?”
You shook your head quickly but his arms tightened around you, pinning you to his chest so you couldn’t look away. You could feel a heart slamming against its cavity walls but it was impossible to tell whose it was as his eyes wildly searched yours for an answer.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered as you cracked under his stare. “I wasn’t eavesdropping, I swear, but I heard Leroy and Davis talking before I left and…you treat me so well, you absolutely spoil me, baby. I just don’t want you to think I’m ever using you for your money, or your car or anything.”
His hold on you relaxed enough that you could bury your face in his chest but you could feel his hands shaking where they splayed across your spine. “They said you were using me?” he asked quietly, the volume doing little to hide the seething tone.
“And…that I was…a gold digger.” You screwed your eyes shut waiting for the explosion to come but his face was blank. He cleared his throat and with a nod he stood up a little too calmly, slipping his fingers into yours and leading the way to the elevator. “But your presents,” you said as he took your keys and locked the car.
“Later, we have a dinner reservation.”
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Daniel was calm, too calm, as he sat beside you in the waterfront restaurant with his hand resting on your thigh. He smiled at the jokes, chatted with his friends and kissed your cheek until the plates were cleared away. Rising with his flute of champagne, he called for a toast and the large table of family and friends fell silent.
For a few seconds all that could be heard was the muted sounds of the kitchen behind closed doors and the rain falling on the roof.
“I’d like to thank you all for coming and celebrating my latest lap around the sun. It’s been quite the year: I’ve made some new friends, started a few side ventures, and best of all, I was lucky enough to start calling this beautiful woman my fiancée.”
He smiled at you as he took a sip of his drink before he turned that smile on everyone seated around the room.
“I’d like to say I’m maturing with age, but I’m not so sure about that, but I am getting wiser. Something I have learned is who my true friends are, the ones there for me through thick and thin, always there with support when I need it. You’re the real MVP’s.”
He raised his glass to Scotty seated on his other side and they shared a chuckle before he looked further down the table to the two guys who had arrived early and spent the afternoon at your apartment.
“Unfortunately, I have also learned some harder lessons this year, like when I have outgrown the company I keep.” He was sedate as he ran his finger around the rim of his glass before putting it down. His fingers spread across the tablecloth as he leaned forward and pinned them with a glare. “I welcomed you into my house, but you can show yourselves out.”
The table was deathly quiet as everyone looked between Daniel and the men he was obviously staring at.
“The fuck, mate?” Leroy exclaimed. “We’ve been friends for years.”
“And they were good while they lasted, but you fuck with my future when you call my fiancée a gold digger. That’s where I draw the line.”
“Oh, shit,” Scotty muttered under his breath. “That’s fucked.”
You watched as all eyes turned to you and you sank lower in your chair at the attention laden with pity by most of them, certainly the F1 drivers and Daniel’s family.
“She’s using you, mate, you just can’t see it,” Davis said as he shifted under the cold glare. “Marry her and you might as well donate half your money to charity.”
You saw Lando kick someone under the table before grabbing Pierre as he bumped the table, ready to stand up.
“Just fuck off, cunt,” Daniel said with a short laugh before he took your hand and pulled you to your feet and into his arms. “And anyone else that thinks the same can leave now too.”
No one else rose when Leroy and Davis did, tossing their napkins down angrily. They shook their heads like they wanted to say more but wisely kept their mouths shut this time.
“Oh, and since you’re both so worried about how I spend my money,” Daniel called out. “I cancelled your plane tickets and hotel rooms that I paid for. Wouldn’t want anyone to think you were using me.”
The atmosphere had thankfully lightened after the strange toast and quick departure and soon the party moved to the club next door. There was already a house DJ there but Martin was going to be taking over for most of the night since his sets were unbeatable.
Taking a breather from dancing, you sat on Danny’s lap, his arms automatically circling your waist as he laughed at something Max said.
“Max had a really good idea,” he said in your ear after the other Red Bull driver left to dance with Kelly. “He’s gonna buy a shitbox too and we are going to get one of those giant blow up balls to play demolition car soccer.”
“But it’s my baby,” you pouted as his laugh warmed your cheeks.
“You’ve had it for six hours, kitten, I don’t think you are that attached,” he teased between the soft kisses he peppered across your neck. “I’ll get you a better baby, a bigger one that’s safer, maybe a tank.”
You giggled at his silliness and combed your fingers through his hair as you bared more of your neck to him and moaned, “I love you. Terrible toasts and all.”
“Love you too, but that was a great toast. I fucking nailed it.” He nipped your shoulder and the crowded club seemed to fall away as he stole all your attention, from his palms sliding up your thighs to his beard tickling your skin.
“I don’t think Scotty will be keen on letting you make one at his wedding now,” you said with a shiver of delight when his fingers reached the edge of your panties.
“As long as I can toast to my gorgeous bride at ours, that’s the one that really matters.”
He pulled back to grin as he saw how affected you were not just by his touch but his words. You always had the same dreamy smile on your face when he mentioned the wedding and he always found a reason to bring it up.
“I suppose you might be able to convince me,” you teased before standing up with your finger hooked between the buttons on his shirt. He downed the last of his drink and followed as you led him down the stairs of the mezzanine floor and into the dark corner beneath them.
Your back pressed to the wall as he hiked your dress up and hid your body with his. “You want me to convince you right here, kitten,” he chuckled as he fingers pushed your panties aside and found you already wet for him.
“No,” you moaned against his lips. “I just want you to fuck me.”
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pilottownslosthighway · 1 month ago
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matchbet-allofthetime · 8 months ago
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I need so badly to make an MK au where Lord Raiden was a teen in the sixties and Lord Fujin was a teen in the late sixties/early-mid seventies
And they just encompass their decades as people
And Liu Kang would be so reminiscent of the 80s glam rock and hair bands and all
And then you'd have Kung Lao, who, even though him and Liu are similar ages, he'd be like a solid mix of 80s/90s
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albino-parakeet · 9 months ago
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You know what, what’s the point of a playlist if you don’t share it.
My HGSN Playlist, (yes I know the title can mean differently without context. It’s on purpose)
A warning it’s purely based on vibes, specfic scenes and was made for fun. (A lot of sad acoustic guitar sorry)
(What some songs make me think of specifically under cut)
Torrential Downpour - Fireweather: Hikaru’s death but specifically when he’s just laying in the rain and kind of accepting his death until he starts thinking about how alone Yoshiki will be once he’s gone.
pen.penelope- Forest Gods and Mnemosyne - Zihvya:
Something about these two makes me think of the times when “Hikaru’s” true form has burst out and kind of just encompasses the page(s).
My Love is Sick - Madds Buckley:
I’m just gonna put some of the lyrics here cause all I can think of is Yoshiki lol
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SUICIDE HOUR - COCAINEJESUS
The intro bit to this song is the only reason it’s in the playlist. It reminds me of how “Hikaru” acted in the earlier chapters, him desperately trying to replace Hikaru to the point that when Yoshiki finally spills the whole “You’re not him”. He just can’t handle the rejection and explodes.
Closer Look:
The flashback Yoshiki had about the last time he saw actual Hikaru alive, where he just makes a silly face telling him “It’s a secret”
The Heavy Snow - NASTYONA
Yoshiki comparing “Hikaru” to actual Hikaru. I feel like I imagined it at this point but I swear there’s a panel where Yoshiki is like listing off how Hikaru acted. Calling him unfair and etc. It’s that scene in particular.
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astro-b-o-y-d · 5 months ago
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I need to listen to more goth music
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virginia-the-opossum · 1 year ago
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The urge to eat crystallized bismuth grows every single fucking day, shit looks scrumptious
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oreo-creampie · 7 months ago
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My hubby is making us tea and his concern over me asking for two tea bags in one cup is adorable
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fenhaerel · 26 days ago
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let's go!!!!!! it's cosmic beings acting insane about each other what more could one want!!!
okay i'll bite!!! 👼🏻🫴🏻🧝🏻‍♀️🗡💕🗡🧝🏻‍♂️↘️ 🕳🚶‍♀️ <- visual representation of you (angel) luring me into what i fear might be another couple of all time <33
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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year ago
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Hey! Love your fics! Have just finished The Taste of Temptation 🥵 a small idea popped in my head where Daniel is away and his Kitty is spending time with other drivers on a yacht. The aussie sees the pics, his blood starts to boil but then he sees the pics where she's putting on his DR3 or Enchante merch on
Temptation Snapshot || DR3 {1}
A/N: there will be a splattering of little snapshots of moments between Danny and his kitten from The Taste of Temptation universe.
F1 Masterlist Story: One || Two || Three || Four || Five Snapshots One || Two || Three || Four || Five
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“Are you sure you know how to drive this thing?”
Lando looked offended at the question and purposefully hit the waves in the wake of Charles' boat, launching the JetSki into the air. Your arms tightened around his waist as you lifted from the seat and your heart rose in your throat at the height of the jump. It was instant karma that he winced at the deafening scream of terror you made but it wasn’t enough to drown out the men laughing at your expense on the yacht.
“Where are you going?” Lando asked with a laugh as you abandoned him and jumped into the sea.
“To change my underwear, you dingbat,” you joked as you swam towards the Monza, making Lando nearly tip over as he tried to turn around while doubled over laughing.
When you reached the Monza, Charles offered his hand to help you up since Pierre was too busy cackling to himself. “Did that use up one of your nine lives, kitten?”
Charles arched an eyebrow in disbelief as he looked at his friend who had been taking pictures all day just to annoy Daniel. “Mate, do you have a death wish?”
“He must have, especially if he posted any of those photos.” You reached into your bag and grabbed the powder-blue oversized Enchantée sweatshirt you had stolen from Daniel. Pulling it over your body was the closest you could get to one of his hugs when he was busy with work and when you took a seat there was enough room to tuck your knees up inside it too.
“They are very good pictures,” he defended himself as he took another couple of Lando pulling up alongside the boat, Charles at the helm and you watching the sun reflect on the shimmering surface. “I could be a photographer, I am an artist.”
You looked at Charles and rolled your eyes. “He took one decent photo of Kika, who is the most photogenic person on the planet, and now he thinks he’s Kym Illman.”
“I’ve taken more, but she would kill me if I showed them off,” Pierre admitted with a smirk.
“Oh my god, mate,” Charles groaned a laugh. “That is not smart. Think, if you get hacked, then what?”
You gave Charles a little clap at the point he made but Pierre just laughed it off without a care. “You worry too much.”
Red Bull Training Facility
Sweat drenched the singlet Daniel wore but he pushed himself to finish the last rep knowing a break was coming as soon as he was done. The routine physical fitness test was never fun but the fact it was taking him away from time with you left him in a sour mood. He was doing his best and results were better than ever because he knew the sooner he finished then the quicker he could head home to Monaco where you were waiting.
“Alright, good work. Take a breather, get a drink, and be back here in 10.”
Daniel was quick to grab his phone with his bottle of water and took a seat on the Swiss ball. His lips tugged up into a smile when he saw the messages from you, wishing him well and how much you missed him. He replied to them first, promising everything he would do to show you just how much he missed you too.
Seeing a tonne of notifications on Instagram, he opened the app next and his jaw clenched at what he found. All through his dashboard were images of you wearing next to nothing with the two-piece swimsuit he gave to you. He was surprised the sweat on his body didn’t turn to steam the way his blood boiled.
The whole day had been caught in a series of photos Pierre had posted. There was one of you standing at the bow of the Monza as she pulled out of the marina, you diving off the back and swimming to Lando who had followed on Max’s JetSki, you sitting behind the British driver with your arms around his waist. Every swipe to the next image left him feeling hollow and empty as he watched his kitten’s smile grow with each one.
Until it was gone.
Daniel cursed as he found a picture with terror clear on your face. Lando had launched the JetSki over a wave and you had held onto him for dear life. That was the last photo on the vessel and he sighed with relief when the next photo erased every chaotic thought he had had. You were snuggled into his sweatshirt and watching the sun like you did at home. Daniel would often find you in a similar state most mornings as you sat on the balcony overlooking the sea, a hot tea in hand and his clothes on your body.
Daddy Ric: Stealing more of my clothes, kitten?
Kitten: They look better on me.
Daddy Ric: They’d look even better on the bedroom floor.
Kitten: Then hurry up and come home.
“Break time is over, this isn’t summer camp.”
Daddy Ric: Soon, kitten. I’ll see you tonight.
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pilottownslosthighway · 5 days ago
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Driving me crazy!
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johnthoward · 1 month ago
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queervolutionarysex · 6 months ago
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guilty bloodlust trope save me
save me guilty bloodlust trope
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monocotyledons · 1 year ago
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my confession that will get my moa card revoked is that i genuinely do not understand the hype around tinnitus. then again i think i just don't get afrobeats or like... "for the club" type music that primarily relies on beat rather than melody/flow in general
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potatoesandsunshine · 7 months ago
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i love making things up about my video game protagonists. leida had this long arc of clawing her way out of darkness and despair that still stains her hands but hera rolls up to atris' little fake jedi order like what's up i'm the most righteous person to ever live and you're all toiling under the weight of a corrupt doctrine ✌️ anybody mind if i reach heaven through violence in here
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sanstropfremir · 11 months ago
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in your professional opinion, was Moon Tattoo San at MAMA a worthy successor to Daffy Duck San?
hmmm. on a professional performance and design opinion yes i do think it is a worthy successor bc i do love a good on stage costume change and obvs the improvement in performance level. but. daffy duck san.
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mermaidsirennikita · 1 year ago
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“Baby girl I’m not talking about your mouth lips” — Lorraine Heath heroes
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