#ticklish daniel

[amid-fandoms]

phil is just manifesting dan’s appearance based on what he’s into atm. in 2009 he wanted an emo boy. ✅ in 2024 he wants a strong man who can snap him in half ✅ this is just phil’s world and we’re all living in it

can he want a youtuber who uploads on his channel for 2025 please 🥺

[potatohater]

Daniel Atlas never smiles, but Jack Wilder is here to make him

Fandom: Now you see me

Characters: Daniel Atlas & Jack Wilder

Word count: 481

I’M BACK BABY‼️‼️ sorry was kinda just drowning in school work and shit; rewatched Now You See Me movies s few days ago and AS I SHOULD decided to take the matter into my own hands and write something since there was only one fanfic I found☠️ feels weird to acc write the idea you have in you mind ifykyk; anyway it’s probably gonna have 3,5 likes so here we go:)

Also @awkwardlyflustered I decided to write something ab these two too, so since the fandom is drop dead you can check this one out

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“No way you are ticklish!?” Jack grinned after poking older man’s stomach a few times causing him to squirm away

“Don’t touch me. Do you hear me?” Daniel said, eyes nervously running all around the room, looking for something to protect him

Jack just smiled wider, not fully believing that one of the most stoic man he knows falls under umbrella of such silly things as being ticklish. His other hand grabbed Atlas’s arm in order to keep him in place while other rapidly vibrated into his stomach

Loud chuckle escaped Daniel’s mouth as he hided his smile behind his palm, other hand trying to fight younger man

“Yohou– stop it” he squirmed harder, trying to bite his cheek to look more serious than he actually was. Jack’s hand traveled from his stomach to his underarm, making him squeak. Curly haired man quickly pulled his hands back from the mouth and Jack, protecting his weak spot, eyes filled with fear and sparkling with unexpected childlessness, making him look younger a few years

The next thing that Daniel felt were 10 fingers under his arms, making him fall on his back and trying his best not to make any noises. His eyes were crinkled with playfulness, while his mouth tried to show that he doesn’t find it funny at all

“Come on man, you know you want to laugh” Wilder’s mouth melted into the biggest smile the other one had seen ever. Something in his eyes were so pure, like a kid getting the toy he wanted for Christmas

Anyway Daniel thought that sooner or later he will laugh, so letting everything go he let his voice fill the room. His laughter unlike him was very bright, almost bubbly. He wasn’t the type of person to laugh out loud, even during casual nights he only allowed himself to grin or chuckle (if the joke was really great). Partly because of his insecurities about how he might sound, partly because he already had an image of a socially awkward guy who wants to look serious. In the end it didn’t matter because right now he was laughing his head off in what seemed, months

“Ah-ha! There it is” Jack’s hands warmed in Daniel’s underarms. He could see small, almost invisible wrinkles around older man’s eyes from laughing, the thought of never seeing him actually laugh only hit him now. With that he spend a few more seconds rubbing his knuckles into Atlas’s higher ribs until he let the poor man go

“If yohou are—”

“I’m not gonna tell anyone” Jack chuckled, seeing Daniel’s messy hair even more messy when the shy smile still shined on his lips

“You should really smile and laugh more you know? Or you can become a second version of Grinch” younger man said, patting Daniel’s chest and getting out of the room before he could get him back

[misswarmnights]

Soothed After A Bad Dream

Fandom: Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man

Summary: Jimmy comforts his big teddy bear brother-in-law Jack after he has a nightmare.

Characters: Jack Daniels, Jimmy Jiles

Word Count: 1,299

Jack woke up from his nightmare in a cold sweat. He sat up, alone in his bed, hyperventilating and shaking in fear. He looked over at his wife’s side of the bed. She wasn’t there. Lulu was away from home visiting her mother. Jack was alone in the dark bedroom. The only sounds were his pounding heart and heavy breathing. He put on boxer shorts and went down to the kitchen to get a drink of water. He sat down at the table with his glass of water, trying to calm himself down.

Lulu’s brother, Jimmy, was staying over while Lulu was away. He had been asleep on the couch but was awoken by the noise when Jack came down. He went to the kitchen to check on Jack.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jimmy asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

“I had a bad dream,” Jack said softly.

Jimmy came over, yawned, and sat down next to Jack. “Want to talk about it?”

As Jack thought about his bad dream, his eyes filled with tears. Jimmy could NOT BEAR to see Jack cry.

“Damn it, Jack. Please don’t do that.”     

“Sorry,” Jack said, wiping away the tears.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Jimmy said gently. “But there’s really nothing to cry about. It was just a dream.”

Jack sniffled and wiped his runny nose on his arm. “It was horrible.”

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

Jack closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He began to talk about his dream, his deep voice trembling as he spoke.

“I dreamed that Lulu left me for another man. She said that she didn’t love me anymore. A bunch of people started laughing at me. They threw rocks at me and hit me in my head, chest, and tummy, but my broken heart hurt worse than anything else.” Jack paused for a moment to inhale a shaky breath before continuing.

“Then all of my friends said they hated me and that I would be alone forever. I took my knife and started to slice open my own throat…and then I woke up.”

“Oh man,” Jimmy said, his dark eyes full of pity.

Jack couldn’t hold back any longer. His eyes squeezed shut, his lip trembled, and the tears leaked from his sweet eyes.

“Hey,” Jimmy said, patting Jack’s arm comfortingly. “There’s nothing to cry about.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I feel like such a baby,” Jack whined, roughly wiping the tears off his cheeks. He felt ashamed of himself for making such a fuss. “It’s pretty silly to cry over bad dreams.”

“You had a nightmare. It’s okay to be scared, but you know that nightmares have nothing to do with reality,” Jimmy explained to him. “Lulu loves you, and I know that she would never leave you. I mean, I know that she can be a pain sometimes, but she really does love you. You should hear the way she brags about you.”

“She does?”

“Of course. She loves to tell everyone about her big, strong, wonderful husband. There are lots of people who care about you so much…including me. I love you, Jack.”

Jack smiled. “I love you, too.”

Jimmy hugged Jack.

“Nobody is going to hurt my favorite brother-in-law. Not on my watch,” Jimmy said.

“Thanks,” Jack said.

Jimmy patted Jack gently on his back. “Now let’s try to get some sleep, okay?”

“I’m not ready to go back to sleep yet,” Jack said, anxiously picking up his glass of water and taking a sip. His huge hands started to tremble again as he feared more nightmares in his future.

“That’s okay,” Jimmy said, soothingly. “I’ll stay up with you until you’re ready. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Jack thought about it. “When I was a kid, Mom used to make me hot chocolate when I couldn’t sleep.”

Jimmy looked over at the stove. “Do you want me to make you some?”

Jack considered, but he shook his head. “No, you don’t have to do that.”

“Listen, Jack. When you go back to sleep, try to think about happy things. Think about the good times that you and Lulu had together. Think about the good times that we’ve had with our buddies. Think only happy thoughts.”

“Okay, I’ll try that.”

“Think about anything that makes you happy. You could think about drinking beer and whiskey, eating an ice cream sundae, going to the beach, having a picnic…”

“Being tickled,” Jack added, a red blush on his cheeks.

Jimmy chuckled. “Yes, I know you like to be tickled.”

Jack looked down for a moment, biting his lip. Then he looked at Jimmy with puppy dog eyes.

“Uh, Jimmy? I think some tickling might make me feel better. Umm, would you…”

“No, Jack. I will not tickle you,” Jimmy said firmly.

Jack made a sad face.

Jimmy rolled his eyes and sighed. He just had to give in. “Oh, alright, you win. But…please don’t tickle me back.”

“Okay, I won’t. Promise.” Jack smiled excitedly.

Jimmy came over and tickled Jack in his ribs, causing him to laugh loudly. He squirmed and slid out of his chair onto the floor. Jimmy stopped tickling and waited for Jack to get back into his seat.

“Lift up your arm,” Jimmy ordered.

“I can’t!” Jack said with a nervous giggle.

“You asked for this.”

“Okay…”

Jack raised his arm and let Jimmy’s finger tickle his armpit.

“HAHAHAHA!” Jack laughed, slamming his arm back down. “Stop, that tickles!”

Then Jimmy tickled the back of Jack’s neck and made him squeal with more laughter. His squirms and joyful laughs turned his plump cheeks rosy red.

Jimmy was glad that he decided to tickle Jack. It was worth it to see that big, happy smile on Jack’s face.

“There, that’s enough,” Jimmy said, patting Jack on the shoulder. “Now I think it’s time to get our asses back to bed. What do you say?”

Jack smiled and nodded yes. He was feeling better now. “Thanks for everything, Jimmy.”

“No problem, but I still don’t understand how you enjoy being tickled. I can’t stand it!” Jimmy said with a shudder.

Jack became curious about something. “Hey, Jimmy, what is your most ticklish spot?”

“I’m not telling you that!” Jimmy said, startled. “No way. That’s private.”

“Oh, come on. You can trust me. Where are you most ticklish?”

“I won’t tell you.”

“I’m just curious. Tell me!”

“No.”

Then Jack yawned. “Actually, I am kind of sleepy. I think it is time to go to bed.”

“Have good dreams this time,” Jimmy said.

“Thanks again,” Jack said.

They hugged and said goodnight to each other. Then Jimmy went back to sleep on the couch, and Jack went back upstairs to the bedroom.

Jack got into bed and pulled the blanket up to his beard. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift off to a happy place. He remembered his childhood and those sleepless nights spent bonding with his mother over delicious hot chocolate. He remembered the day that he and Lulu got married. The day he and Lulu went to the beach, he got buried in the sand, and she tickled his feet. He remembered the day he and Jimmy looked through an old photo album and then shared yummy ice cream. The day Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man returned to the Rock N’ Roll Bar and Grille and they had a play fighting match and a nice reunion. He thought about those big burps he would let out after a great beer, and that thought made him chuckle. He thought about something that he wanted for Christmas.

Sweet, beautiful dreams welcomed Jack as he fell asleep, knowing that he was loved.

The End

[rainbowcarousels]

I have decided since vampires have sensory overload in the shape of every touch being very intense that they are under the right circumstances also very ticklish.

[withleeknow]

minho and https://open.spotify.com/track/4gAIUEY7VkeiKQOPwIYaYb?si=oZNdDS-aTUm9V7bEycscDQ 🩷🩷

flower.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, a teeny bit angsty?; minho's pov word count: 0.7k note: i am very sorry if this is bad i wrote most of this while half asleep so please forgive me kshdkfhsk

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

main masterlist / request masterlist / ko-fi

one day if a flower blooms in your heart would you be able to understand me?

Flower - DANIEL

minho has been up for a while now, just lying here with you as you snuggle close to him like you can't help but gravitate toward him even in your sleep. one of his hands slips under your shirt where he gently traces the smooth skin of your waist, careful not to rouse you from slumber.

he fails though. maybe a particular swipe of thumb over your body was too ticklish.

"you're so warm."

the words come out a little slurred, a little muffled from where your face is tucked into the crook of his neck, safe and sound on this chilly saturday morning. you stir awake for long enough just to say that, and before he knows it, you're off to dreamland once more, from where you probably won't return for at least another hour or so.

minho halts instantly. you're none the wiser, still sleeping peacefully with your soft breaths fanning his collarbones.

cold, mean, unwelcoming, standoffish, callous. you could name any synonym of these words and he's probably been called that before, by friends and by strangers alike. some of them didn't utter it with malicious intent, but rather it was only a passing comment said in a teasing manner, with a lightheartedness that they didn't think he would mind because, well, apparently he just didn't have enough heart to take it as anything other than a joke.

he's used to it, he's gotten numb to it. somewhere along the way, minho accepted that maybe his name is merely one of those synonyms. it's fine, it doesn't matter. he doesn't really mind it because at the end of the day, none of these people could ever be you.

you're the only person whose opinion he cares about. when all is said and done, he doesn't care if the rest of the world thinks cold and heartless, as long as you know who he is. you're the only thing that matters; everything else just simply... falls away.

he's always struggled with opening up, even if the person on the receiving end is you. it doesn't come naturally to him at all. minho was never raised to be openly affectionate, and it just isn't an inherent trait that he possesses. he's not the kind of guy that tells you he loves you every hour of every day, nor is he the type to smother you with gifts and kisses and grand gestures on a daily basis.

no, minho's love comes quietly, rooted in almost every mundane aspect of life that it's often easy to miss if you don't know where to look. his love comes in the form of packed lunches and home-cooked dinners, of a blanket draped over your form after you've fallen asleep at your desk while working on a project for work. of his hand holding tightly onto yours when you get overwhelmed in crowded places. of his eyes always looking at you as though you're the eighth wonder of the world and he'll never get tired of being mesmerized by you. of texts asking if you've eaten. of sporadic videos of soondoongdori simply sleeping or munching on treats, accompanied by no other message or explanation.

there's a million ways that minho cares for you; he doesn't have to shout it from the rooftops for you to know. you do know, and that's enough for the both of you.

but it's not until you uttered those simple words just now that minho realizes how much he needed to hear them out loud. he's well aware that you didn't mean it like that. you meant it quite literally, because sometimes he does run hot and you've always loved that. your personal human furnace to keep you nice and toasty whenever you wanted. he knows it and yet, he still lets the words wiggle their way inside his ribcage and make a home there. they settle somewhere beside his heart and mend something in him that he didn't notice was cracked and chipped, worn away after years and years of people telling him he was callous.

minho isn't sure how long he's been holding his breath, but the very second he inhales again, everything feels lighter, like he's finally leaving behind some of the weight that he's been carrying with him his whole life.

his fingers resume their ministrations on your soft skin as he presses a kiss to your forehead. he holds you a little tighter, and everything feels like it's going to be okay.

even in your half-asleep state with your mind completely elsewhere, you still manage to take his breath away. maybe you really are the eighth wonder of the world after all.

all rights reserved © withleeknow. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 19.05.2024]

[dilemmaontwolegs]

The Best Kept Secret on the Grid {6}

Summary: It's Christmas Eve which means eating out and going home for secret Santa. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, oral WC: 1.5k F1 Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five

Christmas Eve Your spacious penthouse seemed small when it was filled with the egos of a dozen formula one racers. Lewis, Charles and Pierre lounged on the sofa watching a basketball game on the tv. Carlos, Logan, Daniel and Lando were at the wet bar competing to make the best cocktail while Oscar judged them, and not just on the cocktails either. Fernando was using Esteban and George’s height to hang Christmas decorations around the apartment.

The rest of the drivers would have come but other commitments had kept them from joining you for the festive celebrations. You had a little present ready to be sent at midnight and you knew the video would only make them wish they could be with you even more.

Footsteps padded along the hall before your bedroom door opened and you caught Max’s eyes in the mirror as you applied a vibrant shade of lipstick. “You look beautiful.”

You rose from the vanity seat and turned slowly to show off the dress completely, blowing him a kiss when you faced him again. “Thank you, Maxy.”

He curled an arm around your waist, his hand meeting your skin where the backless dress left you bare, and he tugged you against him. “Ready for dinner? I’ve been told the appetiser is to die for.”

“That is high praise from a man who would be happy with a bag of Doritos. Will you tell me where we are going?”

He smirked as his hand drifted down over the material that covered your ass. “Just wait and see.”

The restaurant was unassuming with an unmarked door, and if it wasn’t for the seven sports cars lining the street you never would have known you had reached your destination. You never saw the kitchen, or the staff, as you followed Max and Lewis to the only door that had light spilling from it. You were beginning to doubt it was even a restaurant until you reached the room and found a large round table set with mouthwatering scents permeating the air.

“There’s a seat missing,” you pointed out as the men took their places.

“How could we forget you, darling?” Lewis chuckled as he held a hand out to you.

“We have one for you right here,” Charles said, swiping the middle of the table that rotated at his touch.

“Are you wearing anything under that pretty dress, ma chat?” Pierre asked as he toyed with his plump bottom lip.

Max’s hands ran down your thighs before dragging your dress up until it reached your hips, a collective sound of pleasure answering the question. Lando turned Max’s chair around and offered his hand to steady you as you stepped up and onto the table.

“Are the chefs aware this is a BYO first course?” you teased as you sat down and reclined back on your elbows.

“No,” Max chuckled as he took his seat and spread your legs. “But we have napkins for when you get too loud.”

Lando’s hand ran up your calf, drawing slow circles over your skin and Lewis placed your heel on his shoulder, kissing your ankle. At the opposite end of the table Pierre took your hand and tugged you flat on your back so you could reach his collar. Tugging his tie, you pulled him in for a kiss that inhaled the gasp that came when Max ran his tongue along your slit.

Hands caught the bodice of your dress and bared your breasts, deft fingers teasing your nipples to stiff peaks. Your eyes fluttered shut at the pleasure from their worship and you didn’t know whose kiss, touch, lick or bite belonged to who as you writhed in ecstasy.

Your mind was already a dizzying mess when the room spun and gone was the ticklish beard that had burned your thighs when Max feasted between your legs. The new mouth that sealed around your clit was just as skilled as he sucked and licked you into a frenzy, but the cheeks that pressed to your inner thighs were smooth and gentle on the heated skin.

Your back arched as your muscles tightened and your legs tried to close before new hands spread them wide. “Fuck, George, don’t stop, please…”

Your needy whines grew louder until Nando grasped your jaw and opened your mouth to shove a napkin in. “Shhh, corazón,” he soothed as he stroked your cheek. “We’ll give you what you want, just not yet.”

The table turned and the orgasm that was within reach faded with a frustrated cry. Their taunting laughs only made your core clench as you squirmed as you impatiently waited to see who’s seat you would stop in front of next.

“Sounds like you need some help, sweetheart,” the young American drawled, his fingers running through your wet folds. 

“Typical All-American hero to the rescue,” Lando joked to your left.

“Please…” you begged through the napkin as you reached for Logan’s hair. His smirk disappeared between your legs and bliss returned with more stars dancing across your vision than there were on his flag.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as the pleasure mounted and you were rewarded for your patience with a mindblowing orgasm. Still, he didn’t stop his ministrations as the waves rocked through you and hands pinned your hips down while they drove you to overstimulation.

The tower clock down the street chimed as midnight arrived and you grinned as you eyed the stack of presents under the tree. “Please, can I open just one?”

“If you open one, you have to open them all,” Max replied cryptically.

“I’m fine with that,” you hummed much to their amusement and he patted your hip with permission. You tested your steadiness as you climbed off his lap and found your legs had regained their strength. Your boys had really done a number on you in the restaurant, they were surprised you were even still awake.

Kneeling on the floor beside the tree you grabbed a very neatly wrapped box with a large silver bow in the centre. You gave it a shake and felt something move inside but there was no noise to indicate what it was. Turning it around you found no name on it and frowned. “Is this one for me?”

“They’re all for you,” Esteban said, sharing a smirk with Charles who then said, “You should be able to guess who they are from.”

“Aha, secret Santa,” you giggled before reaching for the biggest gift first. You tore the silver bow open and flipped the lid of the box before plucking the ruffled crepe paper away. “Oh, wow.”

The guys had gathered around and they chuckled at your reaction as you wrapped your hand around the shaft of the dildo. Your fingertip traced the delicate veins that your tongue knew intimately and you met the pair of dark eyes it belonged to.

“Thank you, Lewis.”

“You’re welcome, darling.”

“That was too easy, go for an average size, but no less important, present,” Daniel said with a grin.

Lewis laughed and reclined back comfortably. “I can’t help that my dick didn’t fit in the same box.”

You scanned the rest of the boxes and your jaw dropped in realisation. “How did you even think of this?”

“We thought you might miss us when we go away for training and testing after the holidays, or miss a part of us at least,” Daniel said with a smirk.

“I miss every part of you,” you assured them as you grabbed another box and tore into it. “But this will make the nights easier to bear until Bahrain.”

You pushed the shredded paper aside to see a fluorescent green cock, a laugh escaping as you picked it up. The head was wider than the shaft and your mouth watered at the memory of the many times you had tasted Lando.

“This is very bright,” you said to him as you stroked the phallus.

“So you don’t lose it,” he grinned proudly.

“Yours glow in the dark?” Carlos huffed as he took it from you and inspected it for himself. “I wish I thought of that.”

“You wish you read the instructions properly,” Lando teased before tipping his head to you. “Someone didn’t know you had to shave before sticking your dick in the mould.”

Max winced along with Oscar and Charles rubbed Carlos’ shoulder patronisingly until he shrugged it off and grumbled, “I still have a bald patch.”

“Would you like me to kiss it better?”

His warm brown eyes lit up at the offer and his hands instantly reached for his belt. “Do you know how long I have had a hard on for?”

“The same as the rest of us,” Oscar muttered as he took the replica of his teammate's dick and marvelled at how realistic it was.

“I can think of a few things to help with that,” you said as you waved a hand over the presents. “I mean, Santa’s already come, so why shouldn’t you?”

[girlsdads]

thigh fucking

It is best when it is like this, Max thinks, when they are the two of them together and Daniel is warm and pliant in Max’s arms.

There’s a gloomy haze draped over Montreal that casts the room in a gray, watery light, but the golden planes of Daniel’s bare chest against the white sheet are all the sunshine Max ever needs.

Max shifts, rubs his legs a little against the bed, feels the crisp cotton pull at his leg hairs. Daniel mumbles something in his sleep, then his lips puff out as he exhales warm morning breath right into Max’s face.

Max’s cock kicks so hard in his sleep shorts it startles Daniel awake.

“Mmm, little guy’s eager this morning, huh?” Daniel’s voice is gravelly with sleep. He smiles lazily and Max darts forward to swipe his tongue across Daniel’s big front teeth, right over the thick plastic of his retainer. It makes Daniel bark a soft laugh and wiggle closer. Max’s belly feels hot.

“Is it so surprising?” Max splays his hand low on Daniel’s pelvis, hikes his body closer. Daniel makes that little squeak that Max loves, and when he speaks again he sounds slightly breathless.

“Not at all. How d’you want me?”

Max hums, considering. He stretches his middle and ring fingers to card through the thick curls of Daniel’s pubic hair. Daniel shivers. Max grinds idly against the plush curve of Daniel’s ass. In truth, he wants to bury himself inside that welcoming heat, loves to feel how soft and open Daniel gets just for him, loves how he always moans and whines for it. But Daniel doesn’t like to get fucked like that too soon after a race weekend, not like Max does—he’s too sore from being in the car, the jolts and bumps and vibrations. That’s the part that Max enjoys most, actually, but Daniel has always been more sensitive than Max in that way.

Max slides his hand down the crease of Daniel’s inner thigh and hooks his arm underneath to lift Daniel’s leg while keeping him on his side. “Like this, I think.” He positions his already soaked cock against Daniel’s hot skin and releases his leg, his thighs pressing tightly closed as he realizes what Max wants.

This is perfect, Max thinks, as his hips stutter. Daniel’s legs keep his cock snug between them, the soft hairs that he’s let grow out recently deliciously ticklish against Max’s sensitive skin. Everything with Daniel is so unbelievably, devastatingly good.

Max is close already, which used to make him feel embarrassed but now just makes him feel fucking insane because he knows how much Daniel likes it when he can’t hold himself back. And anyway, they’re not using lube so it is better if Max comes quickly so Daniel’s thighs don’t chafe.

“Oh, Maxy—fuck, that’s so good.” Daniel’s head lolls back onto Max’s shoulder. His mouth hangs open and Max can see his tongue has dislodged his top retainer.

“Can I fuck you Daniel, when we get home?”

Daniel moans and his retainer drops onto his tongue, Max hears him spit it out onto the bed. “Fuck yes, as soon as we get in the door I’m all yours, baby.”

“I will have you on the sofa, then.”

Daniel’s left hand flies back to grip Max’s butt cheek, guiding his now erratic thrusts. Max can hear the wet slap of Daniel fisting his own cock.

Max is pressing his face into the sweaty skin at the nape of Daniel’s neck so he can’t see it, but he knows when Daniel comes because his whole body arches and twists and shakes like he’s trying to expel a demon. It makes Max’s cock slip upwards, rubbing against the soft loose skin behind Daniel’s balls. The tip grazes over where Daniel’s hole is warm and fluttering and trying to open for him. Max hears himself croak as he shouts and claws at Daniel’s hip to get him closer, come splattering across his hole and up his crack all the way to the dimples at the base of his spine.

Max rolls Daniel flat on his belly as he works through the aftershocks of his orgasm, smearing his come all over Daniel’s cheeks and lower back. Once Max stops quivering and is satisfied that Daniel is sufficiently covered in him, he drops his weight so he’s fully blanketing Daniel’s softly shaking body. He presses a lingering kiss to Daniel’s shoulder blade.

“That is for P8.”

“Mm.” Daniel giggles, muffled by the pillow but still the most joyous sound Max has ever heard. “What do I get for a podium?”

[pfaerie]

Johnny has revenge on daniel for tickling him? 🥲

johnny is pissed that daniel is seemingly not ticklish

[annebd]

in honor of the un-fucking-hinged gift of maxiel goodness we got from daniel's vlog today, i wrote some porn. enjoy.

“So that's what I’m doing this week, huh?”

Max glances up from his laptop, where he’s catching up on the highlights from Euro 2024. He’s still confident about the Netherlands’ chances. Daniel is standing in the entrance to Max’s driver room, legs crossed at the ankles, leaning lazily against the doorframe.

“What is what you’re doing?” Max turns back to his screen, paying only half attention as Daniel steps fully into the room and closes the door behind him.

“What you said before. I’m a horny man. And I’m stealing lots of women’s hearts, huh?” Daniel’s got a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Max looks back up abruptly at that. His blue eyes go wide as he watches Daniel cross the small space to stand directly in front of him.

“Is that what I’m going to do, Maxy? Steal some hearts?”

Daniel takes hold of the laptop and closes the lid gently, setting it off to the side and out of the way. Max begins to form a protest- he was still watching that!- but he quiets down quickly as Daniel takes advantage of his newly open lap to climb up and straddle Max’s legs. As though drawn by a magnet, Max grabs hold of Daniel’s hips, pulls him in tighter towards himself.

“You know, of course, I was just joking. It was only for the camera,” Max says as he stares up into Daniel’s smile.

“I know, babe. But I thought maybe you could use a reminder. That there’s only one person that I’m horny for.” Daniel leans in and kisses Max on the forehead, featherlight. He leans down further to whisper into his ear. “Would you like that? D’you want me to show you?”

Max whines, his dick already filling in the tight confines of his jeans. “Please. Yes. Daniel, please.”

Daniel smiles. “Okay, baby. I got you.”

He leans back as though to stand up, and Max panics, grabs at him again to stop him moving away. Daniel laughs.

“I’m not going anywhere. Calm down,” he says as he lifts Max’s hands from his hips and settles them onto the bench next to Max’s thighs. “Why don’t you leave those there for now, hmm?”

And then he slides to his knees between Max’s legs.

“Fuck,” Max says, and grips his hands tighter onto the edge of the bench.

Daniel pops the button on Max’s jeans and tugs the zipper down, the sound echoing hollowly in the now quiet room. He nudges at Max to lift up so that he can pull his jeans down, taking his boxers with them. His eyes darken as he watches Max’s cock spring up immediately, a dowsing rod pointing directly into the wet cavern of Daniel’s mouth.

He leans in and licks a wet stripe up the seam of Max’s sac, just where he likes it. Max squirms, the sensation ticklish and erotic in equal measure. Daniel does it again, and then closes his mouth over Max’s balls, sucking them one at a time, alternating at random between the two so that Max can’t get used to the sensation. His fingers clench harder at the bench.

Daniel gives a final kiss to his balls and then slides his tongue up Max’s cock, tiny kitten licks giving way to long, broad strokes of his tongue. Each touch makes Max jump, his cock beginning to leak precome as Daniel works closer and closer to the tip.

Finally, he swipes his tongue around the head of Max’s cock, gives one quick suck to it, like it’s a lolly.

“Daniel, please,” Max begs. “Can you- with your… you know what I- Please!”

Daniel gazes up at Max from between his knees and, eyes locked with Max’s, sinks down onto his cock until the entire length is fully sheathed inside his throat.

Max shouts, his hips bucking up against his will. Daniel pulls back immediately, coughing slightly at the unexpected thrust.

“Sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t stop, Daniel, please,” Max whines.

Daniel clears his throat and then drops a quick kiss onto Max’s thigh. “It’s okay, baby. You’re good.” He reaches out to grab Max’s dick, stroking it firmly, precome slicking the way.

Max bucks up again; this time the tight grip of Daniel’s fist gives him the perfect tunnel to thrust into. They work in tandem, Daniel sliding his hand down as Max thrusts up. They move faster, and Max has to let go of the bench to bring his own hand into play, joining Daniel’s to wrap around his cock and direct the movement.

As Max starts getting closer, his breaths coming more quickly, Daniel moves his own hand away, letting Max jerk himself off alone. Before Max can even think to complain, Daniel is leaning back down to lick at his balls, sucking them back into his mouth.

Max shudders, fist flying over his cock. “Daniel. Daniel, I need… I’m going to… Fuck!”

Daniel brings his hand back up and presses his thumb firmly to Max’s hole, his rim giving slightly at the pressure, and sucks hard on his sac.

Max gasps, his body stiffening as he comes. He spurts over his hand, a few droplets flying to land on Daniel’s cheek. He slumps down further into the bench, twitching gently as Daniel strokes slowly up and down his thighs while he comes down from his orgasm.

Daniel swipes a hand over his face, licks the drop of come off his palm like it’s honey. Max groans, as his cock valiantly tries to harden again at the sight.

Daniel smiles at him. “Whaddaya think, Maxy? Think I’ll steal some hearts like that?”

Max pulls him up, kisses him fiercely, his tongue darting in to lick the faint taste of himself off Daniel’s tongue.

“No. You cannot steal anyone’s heart. And, of course, you are not needing to steal any. You have mine already.”

[freeuselandonorris]

☰ for Monday, with the “who did this to you” trope? Love your fics <33

(from the fic ask game)

HI ANON i am so sorry this has taken me a million years to answer, i started weirdly overthinking it??

my understanding of the ‘who did this to you?’ trope is it’s very hurt/comfort-centric, which is not a genre i write very often (hence probably why i overthought this for so long lmao).

if i was to approach a remix of monday from this angle i think i’d like to do it from lando POV and explore more of why he’s so insecure and why it takes him so long to trust that oscar genuinely really likes him and isn’t just looking for a quick fuck to take the edge off. there’d be more of a focus on lando’s past relationships and in particular how he went from being a slightly nerdy kid (like, he looked twelve until he was about twenty) to suddenly being a millionaire heartthrob with a huge social media following. but he also self-describes as a simp (in the lando norris vs slang video) and clearly wants to be in a “real” relationship rather than just fucking about, so i’d look at what happened to him to make him so cautious with his heart.

proooobably this would end up with past dando or carlando? i have a mild aversion to carlos so i’d probably go for fuckboy daniel ngl.

i think it’d take oscar quite a long time to actually get round to asking lando what happened — partly because he’s got a bit of an attitude of “well, lando will tell me in his own time if it’s important to him” but also because there’s a bit of him that doesn’t really want to know, especially because he’s got a pretty good idea it involves another driver. he’d probably bring it up pretty idly, in the end — lando would make some veiled comment about how netflix would have creamed their collective pants if they’d known the half of it while oscar’s scrolling past DTS trying to find something to watch, and oscar would very casually… actually, y’know what.

Lando feels Oscar go still next to him and mentally kicks himself. Might’ve known Oscar wouldn’t let that one drop.

“So are you, like.” Oscar wets his lips and shifts on the bed, curling up so Lando’s tucked further into his chest. Lando presses himself back, drawing Oscar’s arm around him. “I dunno. Did something happen? With Dan.”

Lando closes his eyes, considers his options. It’s tempting to squirm back against Oscar’s body, press his arse into his crotch and slip Oscar’s hand under the hem of his T-shirt until he forgets the line of questioning, forgets he was saying anything at all. It’s mad, really, the way he responds: Lando only has to pull his shirt up, bite his lip a certain way, and he’ll have Oscar distracted and reaching for him, even now. It’s been months. Lando’s experienced it before, that first flush of desire when he can use his body to control how someone feels about him. It rarely lasts, though, once the novelty wears off.

Which is sort of the point.

He sighs, aware it sounds a bit huffy, and picks up his phone so he can flick through his notifications while he speaks. “I mean, I guess? It was just stupid, though.”

Oscar breathes behind him, slow and deliberate. He hums into Lando’s hair, strokes a thumb over the ticklish spot on Lando’s waist, the dip just above the ridge of muscle that delineates his hip.

Lando swipes through notifs from Discord, Instagram, iMessage, WhatsApp, Reddit, Sky Sport. Dismissing each without seeing it. He laughs, and it comes out all wrong, harsh in the back of his throat and defensive. God. Wet as fuck. “It was just — I mean, he was fucking miserable, you saw him. So I guess he just wanted a pick-me-up, y’know.”

“Right,” Oscar says, voice unreadable. He’s so fucking blank sometimes. Lando fights the urge to turn round and scrutinise his face, opens his emails instead and starts deleting anything that doesn’t look vital.

“He said,” Lando says, aiming to deliver it as a joke. “‘I’m straight, but I bet you suck dick like a girl anyway’. Like. What does that even mean?”

Oscar’s thumb stills, just for a moment, then resumes its slow path. “I know that’s offensive, but I can’t tell if it’s sexist or homophobic or both.”

Lando makes a disgruntled sound of agreement. “Yeah, well, whatever. It was — whatever. Wasn’t anything.”

“You said,” Oscar says mildly. “But I can see why you’d… Why it’d make you cautious.”

Lando sighs. Thinks of Luisa, showing him screenshots, her face streaked with tears. Watching the comments roll in, badly spelled threats he didn’t even bother reporting. The way Carlos never quite relaxed around him once people started tagging them in stupid ship videos. Googling how do you make someone sign an nda locked in an unfamiliar bathroom, mouth sour with vodka, head spinning. Waking up at 5am in lockdown, Max hyperventilating next to him. The girl from Raya he’d sent flowers to, trying to do the thing properly and be romantic, only to find she’d blocked him ten minutes after he got the Your package was successfully delivered email.

“It wasn’t him,” Lando says, locking his phone and putting it face down on the nightstand. He turns, tangling his legs between Oscar’s and leaning in to nip at his jaw, breathing in the familiar smell of Oscar’s basic aftershave. Oscar's arms tighten around him. His cheeks curve into a smile beneath Lando's mouth. “It doesn’t matter.”

[jellyfishoreo1206]

Snippets of life with the BUBO characters (Nostre, Aku punk, Daniel, Gavril)

Gender-Neutral Reader

Gavril

It was a boring summer night, nothing to do and falling into the same routine, or so you thought. It was very quiet, other than the constant chirping of the crickets, and the quiet rustling coming from the wind. But Gavril decided to surprise you by visiting! Though he scared the shit out of you when he literally snuck in through your bedroom window without a sound and surprised you, almost got a bat to the head if he didn't duck fast enough. He's fine, you gave him a whole block of cheese as an apology, he's very happy.

Limbs tangled together on the bed as you both hold each other, your head against his chest, listening to his calm heartbeat as your hands played with his hair. His hands were around your waist gently rubbing circles into your lower back, or just leaving them there as he enjoys the warmth you radiate. His hair was very soft and felt nice to the touch. Surprisingly, there was no knots or matted hair, so it was easy for you to comb your fingers through it without struggle. And the curliness of that one strand of his, is so fun. Just to gently pull it, and seeing it bounce back into it's original shape was just so strangely funny to you, causing a quiet giggle to escape your mouth whenever you do so. You continue to repeat the action for several minutes more, cheeks starting to hurt from smiling to much.

"What's got you so giggly tonight, Darling~?" Your constant giggling seemed to have peaked Gavril's interest, as he lifted your chin so he could see your smiling face, a soft grin on his own. "It's—it's just your hair," Twirling the strand around a finger, you let it go, watching as it quickly goes back to it's original state, another giggle being torn from your lips. "My hair? What about it?" Amusement was swirling in his eyes, his hands traveling up your back until they were softly placed on your face, gently stroking your cheek in a slow circular motion. "Honestly, it's just funny seeing your hair spring back..." He huffs out a small laugh, placing a soft kiss on your forehead as he pulls you closer to his person. Putting his face in the crook of your neck, Gavril places soft kisses along the skin, hands traveling back down to where they were originally at the start. The kisses made you squirm from the ticklish feeling as small giggles fill the room, not being able to get away as he had you caged in his arms.

That's how the night continued on, with you and your Gavril, talking back and forth between topics that don't even relate to one another, small silly banters, or just cuddling with each other. You're not sure if Gavril will be there in the morning, but that doesn't really matter, ear against his chest as the soft drumming of his heart lulls you to sleep. "Goodnight Darling~"

°°°°

Daniel

You wished you didn't have to get up. You wished you didn't even have to leave the arms of the literal cuddle bear that's holding you captive, and currently keeping you warm from the cold of LA, despite it being 46⁰. But that damn alarm kept screaming, and it was starting to tick you off. You forgot to turn it off the other day, as it was the beginning of winter break, and now you're facing the consequences of your own forgetfulness. How Daniel sleeps through the blaring of the alarm, you are not sure, how the hell does he even get up on time to get ready to teach?

As a last attempt, and a lot of squirming, you were finally able to get out of muscular arms that held you captive, finally turning off the alarm and powering it off so you wouldn't have anymore interruptions to your sleep. Groggy and absolutely tired, you pushed your way back into Daniel's arms, snuggling into his chest as your hands wrapped around his waist.

Though that seemed to have woke him up, "..Y/N? Wha..are you doing up..?" Yawning, he snuggles closer to your person, tangling his legs with yours as he does so. "Shit, sorry Danny I forgot to turn my alarm off the other day." He didn't respond for a good minute, you can't tell if he fell asleep or not because his eyes were still closed. You assumed he was asleep, his body hasn't moved an inch, other than the slow rise and fall of his breathing. Leaning closer towards his face, you kissed the tip of his nose before settling back into his chest, going back to sleep.

A couple more hours doesn't sound to bad..

Though Daniel wasn't really asleep, he was trying to wake himself up that he forgot to respond to you. But that kiss certainly woke him up, a red blush making itself known on his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

God, he was truly lucky to have you.

°°°°

Aku Punk

"GET UP WE GOTTA GO GO, NOW!!"

What a wonderful start to your morning, groaning as you peaked at your personal alarm clock from underneath your arm, glaring at him as you turned over on your side. But that only seemed to make him more annoyingly persistent, as he jabbed your back repeatedly.

"what, whaT WHAT!? IT'S FUCKING SIX IN THE MORNING??" Though the redhead didn't respond to your shout, instead yanking the blanket from your person and grabbing onto your leg. "AKU.. DON'T YOU DARE DO WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT TO FUCKING DO." All you get in return is a mischievous smile, as he yanks your person off the bed with surprising strength, a yelp leaving your mouth. He throws you a pair of shoes and some sweats that were lying around in your room, turning to leave. "C'mon! Today's the day we get that game!" It took you a bit for your brain to remember what he was talking about, before it clicked. "Oh shit! How much time do we have?"

"30 minutes if you don't hurry the fuck up!"

Now with a time limit, you fumbled with your pajama pants as you rushed to put on the sweats, looking for a pair of socks while you do so too. The both of you were planning to buy the new Legend of Zelda game for a few weeks now, and today was finally that day! The reason why you guys didn't get it earlier was because you were both busy. And the fact that Aku always slept in much later than you before he had to go to his job.

Stumbling out the room as you tied your laces, you grabbed your keys and wallet from your dresser, heading towards the kitchen where Aku is most likely at. Probably drinking an energy drink or that green crap that he brought home once. He let you try it once, you were out sick for a whole entire week, stuck in bed with the worst headache you have ever experienced and nearly throwing up anything you ate.

You still question to this day how he's able to stomach the disgusting drink, mulling it over in your mind. When you asked, he said he was simply built different with a shrug as he adds it to his Monster.

"C'mon let's go!" Grabbing an apple sauce pack from the fridge for the road, it's better not to be hangry while on the road, "After we get that game we can buy some snacks on the way back."

"Ah hell yeah! I call dibs on driving!"

"No way, you got a ticket last time!"

"Not my fault that wearing headphones while driving was apparently illegal."

"Whatever let's just go already."

°°°°

Nostre

Sleep couldn't come to you tonight, no matter how much you positioned yourself or how still you stayed, so here you are in the kitchen. Though 7 minutes into prepping a meal for yourself, Nostre sluggishly came out of the bedroom, wondering where his large teddy went. Most nights, he is only able to sleep with you besides him, it brings him a warming comfort whenever he feels your body next to him, cuddling him close as he feels your calm heartbeat against his skin.

It was very well past midnight, with you cooking a small meal for the both of you. Nostre's arms were around your midsection securely with his head on your shoulder, watching you with tired eyes. His eyes would flutter close every now and then, leaning more into you as he dozes off. Though he usually jolt awake in the end due to some jumping oil on his skin, grumbling as he softly glares at nothing in particular.

He reminded you of a cat of sorts with his behavior. There have been a time where you called him Kitty as a joke, though it didn't seem to upset him in any way, more like fluster him to the point he looked like a cherry and couldn't hold any sorts of eye contact. A fond memory that you like bringing up whenever you two are alone. It embarrass him every time.

Smiling, you kiss his forehead as you turn your focus back to the stove, moving the food around so they would cook evenly, "Sorry for waking you, Hun. I promise we'll go to bed after we're done eating." All you get in return was a hum of acknowledgment, with a small kiss being placed on your cheek. "..it's fine... I don't mind."

This happened on many occasions. Whenever one or both of you couldn't sleep, you both end up doing something with the other until the familiar drowsiness comes so you can both call it a night.

Though you both would be paying for the consequences of staying up late as you both head to your jobs in the morning, but that doesn't stop you two from doing so.

You also find that whenever he's tired enough, he'll usually blurt out a thought he was thinking about earlier in day or come up with something on the spot, which are usually out-of-context.

Most of which are usually just him going on about some cat he had been feeding on campus, naming them after you as he goes on about what the cat brang him when he went to go feed them again, or how the cat brought another friend around.

----

I am desperate for requests

[semperama]

maxiel, tw angst no happy ending, manipulation, one-sided relationship. sorry but i got this idea in my head and i couldn't get it out.

Afterward, Daniel gives it a good five minutes. He drifts his fingers down Max's back a few times, then threads them up through his hair. His hair is always so soft after races, like hours of sweating in a helmet has changed it for the better somehow. It's times like these Daniel almost lets himself enjoy it--the closeness, the way Max melts into him, boneless and happy. It's fucking great to make someone happy. It makes all of this easier to justify.

"Sorry," Daniel says at last, shifting to reach for the nightstand where his phone sits. "Let me just--"

Max barely moves, doesn't look up, and really, that's fine. Daniel holds the phone behind his head and opens Instagram, starts scrolling. It's almost all people congratulating Max on his win. One pic from Scotty, the back of his and Chloe's heads tipped together against a beautiful sunset. A few boring odds and ends from other celebrities he follows. But mostly, it's all about Max. It's annoying how much his life has been about Max for the better part of a decade.

At least he's more in control of it now.

"Tough luck for Checo today, huh?" he says, letting his elbow rest on the space between Max's shoulder blades.

"I don't think it is luck," Max says, predictably. His fingers drift down Daniel's side, and Daniel squirms a little, ticklish.

"Yeah, you're probably right," Daniel says, as if it pains him. As if he isn't thinking the same thing.

"You won here not that long ago in a broken car," Max says. "It's all people could talk about."

Daniel lets it wash over him for the hundredth time this weekend. It doesn't feel any less fucking stellar. Sometimes he wonders--if he'd swallowed his moral quandaries and fucked Max back then, when Max was young and impressionable and absolutely gagging for it, maybe everything would have been different. Maybe Daniel would never have had to leave.

Or maybe not. It's pointless to think about.

"There's only one track where someone could win with a broken car, and it's this one," Daniel says, even though he knows not everyone could have done it. Not everyone holds up under that kind of pressure. Never before and never since has Daniel felt so fucking powerful. Like he was the best driver in the world. Like he could take on any-fucking-one, and especially the one draped over him now, fresh off another cruise to the checkered flag. Too easy, Daniel thinks. Do what I did, then we'll talk.

"Not everyone could do it," Max says, echoing his thoughts. "I don't think Checo could do it."

Daniel lets those words hover for a beat or two, pretending he's reluctant to agree. Then, he reaches out and sets his phone down again and lets his hand fall heavy on the small of Max's back, fingertips grazing the rise of his ass. "Fuck," he says, "I'd kill to be in the car you have now. Racing against you again. You think I could take you?"

Max laughs, a little too quickly, and it makes Daniel see red for a moment, makes him flex his fingers against Max's skin. Maybe Max really is the best. Maybe he's right about that. But he's gotten a little too comfortable there, if you ask Daniel. Someone needs to give him a run for his money. Someone needs to make him a little bit afraid.

"I would like to see it," Max says, and the genuine delight in his voice almost makes Daniel feel bad. Almost. Max pushes himself up on one elbow, meeting Daniel's eyes, and says, "No really, I would. I think you would at least be closer."

Daniel makes himself smile and hopes it looks real. "I'd like to think I would too."

Max leans in for a kiss, and Daniel keeps his eyes open, watching the way Max savors it, the way he cares about this like he cares about nothing else in his life except driving. It's a heady feeling, to know the champion of the world wants you. It's not good enough though. Not by half. Daniel wants to dethrone him, and there's only one way to do that.

"Maybe you could say something," Daniel says, when Max pulls away. "About next year? I mean, you know Christian would give you anything you fucking wanted."

Max wrinkles his nose. "Hmm. Maybe." He shrugs and flops back onto Daniel's chest. "But there is a contract."

Daniel forces a laugh. "There's always a contract. And there's always a way out. I know that better than just about anyone."

The silence stretches for a moment--long enough for Daniel to fear he's pressed too hard. All of this is such a delicate balance, and sometimes he feels out of practice with it. Once he told the press that his nice guy routine was a useful act, a way to get his rivals to let their guard down, but sometimes he loses track of how much of an act it really is. Like in those moments he catches himself thinking of the softness of Max's hair. Or the way it feels, breathing in and out and feeling Max's body move with his.

"I have mentioned it already," Max says, quietly, like he's ashamed to admit it. "More than once. I think--" He pauses and runs his palm against Daniel's chest hair. "I think he is considering it. Maybe."

Daniel wants to whoop. He wants to get up and pump his fist in the air. It takes all his willpower to only squeeze Max's shoulder, squeeze his own eyes shut, and let out a quiet breath. This can work. He's going to make this work.

He'll get a do-over, and this time he won't fuck it up.

[wicked-jade]

🌈 (for the wip asks)

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

I haven't actually gotten to the fluffy parts of the fics I'm currently working on, so I had to go way back in my WIP folder. This is from 'Top O' the Morning,' another Bad Luck sequel. I have a lot of it written already, but I can't start posting it until I finish 'Karate DILF.' But it's basically 100% fluff, so here's a sample:

“How did I fall in love with such a sap?” Daniel asked fondly, nuzzling his nose against Johnny’s as he peppered his face in ticklish kisses.

“I dunno,” Johnny shrugged, cradling Daniel’s face in both hands, thumbs sweeping back and forth over his cheekbones. “How the hell did I fall for an Air Supply fan?”

“C’mon, admit it. You like Air Supply. Just a little.” Daniel grinned, his dark hair flopping forward into his crinkled eyes as he leaned down for a slow, tender kiss.

“No, I don’t!” Johnny protested, his complaint muffled by Daniel’s soft lips.

“Yes, you do. Just last week I caught you singing ‘Even the Nights Are Better’ in the shower. And don’t try to deny it, or I’ll go get my phone and show you the video.”

“Because someone got it stuck in my head!” Johnny scowled, nose scrunched in irritation. “I’d rather drink green beer than listen to soft rock!”

“No, you wouldn’t,” Daniel laughed, calling his bluff.

Johnny grumbled but couldn’t in all honesty disagree. “Fine, so they have a couple of okay songs…”

If he still had any doubts left in his mind that he belonged here, in this bed, with this man, then the way Daniel was looking at him erased them completely. Because Daniel looked at him like he was something worthwhile. Held him like he was something precious, meant to be adored.

Like he was something good.

And, as the conceited bastard was forever reminding him, he was always right. So if Daniel thought he was worthy, that he was deserving of his love, then he must be, right?

[tooxmanyxships]

Hi!

Would you write this for Landoscar

Thank you!

Also, I have a new ship in mind and I wonder if anyone else would write it: George/Oscar? With George kissing Oscar neck and Oscar being ticklish?

Love your fics 😍 💗

Hi my fellow Belgian!

Of course I'll write that! And I'm definitely up for exploring the George/Oscar ship as well!

I love your fics too!! 💗😘

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

They were just...supposed to be teammates.

Of course it had happened before.

Look at Max and Daniel. Kimi and Seb. Carlos and Charles.

Sometimes teammates became more than teammates or friends. Sometimes they fell in love.

Orrrr....

Sometimes just one of the two fell in love and the other one didn't.

Unrequited love was the worst.

So honestly, the last thing on Lando's mind was to fall in love with his new teammate.

He'd suffered from those unrequited ones two times already. It was honestly two times too many.

So this time, he didn't even let the thought of seeing Oscar more than just a friend dare to cross his mind.

It was too dangerous. He didn't want to get into heartbreak territory once again.

Imagine his surprise when things went just a little bit different this time.....

~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~

He faintly remembers just talking to Oscar (more like talking his ears off) like he usually did, because between the two of them, Oscar was the quiet one. The reserved one.

Lando definitely didn't expect the quiet reserved one to suddenly kiss him out of nowhere.

He gently pushed him back, "What are you doing, Oscar?"

A million different emotions crossed across Oscar's face before he scolded it into a determined one.

"Well, I'm sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can't do shit about it."

Lando is absolutely speechless for a moment.

"You.... What?"

This can't be happening.

For the first time Lando didn't let himself fall in love, his teammate falls in love with him?!

He feels rather than sees Oscar retract from him.

He would hold him back, but doesn't feel like he can. He's not allowed.

Realization seems to have hit the younger boy.

"Oh."

"Oscar..."

"It's fine."

"No, Oscar. Wait." This time Lando does reach out. Fingers curling around Oscar's wrist.

Oscar looks at the other papaya boy silently. Waiting.

"Look let's just.... Take it slow, okay? There's no need to rush."

He's rushed these things too many times already.

For once he wants to do it right.

Oscar stares at him, searching for something...

"Okay," he finally breathes out and Lando lets out a breath as well. "Let's do that."

The radiating smile on Oscar's face lets Lando know that maybe he can fall in love with his teammate and it'll have an happy ending after all.

[jsidetickles]

Some ticklish Diazes scenarios I’ve been obsessed with lately.

•Daniel finding out on accident that Sean is actually really ticklish and uses that information to get him to agree to get him a box of choc-o-crisps he’d been asking for for weeks

•Daniel drawing a wolf design on Sean’s shirt in an unintentional but annoyingly ticklish way after teasing him about his fashion sense. Sean gets him back, using Daniel’s own wardrobe mishaps in his own ticklish lesson.

•Esteban tickling Sean’s feet under the guise of being a “foot mechanic” when Sean is nervous for a track meet and scared that he’ll mess up or trip over himself. He simulates his mechanic skills with his hands on Sean’s soles.

•Sean giving “birthday tickles” for Daniel’s 16th birthday to show that no matter how old he gets, Daniel will always be his little brother who he has a duty to annoy.

[wanderingblindly]

first of all :) how…..do you have so many wips…..

secondly i need to be told more about october birds please <3

HEY you KNOW how i have so many wips and that's because my brain is hell and i can never finish anything (or admit when it's dead),,,,, AND FOURTEEN IS PERFECTLY REASONABLE THANKS

anyways, october birds.

I think I've talked about it on here before (titled Lando 'oops, wrong perth' Norris), but the general concept is: what happens when you finally achieve what you've worked your entire life for, and you don't feel.... right about it. When you just want to run away because you've realized that nothing means what you've dreamed of, and nothing feels like it's meant to.

That's Lando after winning his first WDC.

It's inspired by a song of the same name, October Birds by Flower Face, which is just so beautiful.

long, unedited snip below (idk if this will make it in the fic, i'm at a bit of a stall with it, shocking to no one)

The grass under him is soft, dampened by the lazily drifting river. There probably isn't a soul between him and the horizon, this far out. He spares a glance to his watch, tracking his heart rate's quick descent towards resting, before laying back against the slope with arms spread wide – trying to embrace the blue sky above. He feels infinitely small beneath it, not dissimilar to standing before a massive screen flashing his name and prerecorded celebratory poses. What's he even meant to be doing? Max pushed him to go see Daniel, but what would that have done? What would he have done there, surrounded by the vaguely familiar red dirt of Daniel's sprawling land and dried out brush? His fingers toy with the blades of grass beneath him, catching them as they sway in the gentle breeze; it moves his curls, ticklish against his brows. Daniel probably would have taken advantage of their time away from the public eye, pushing him down by the nape with so much force that it bruised. He would have fucked him from behind so hard that Lando couldn't remember his own name, let alone the feeling of Jon's shaking hands pulling him close over the barricade in Qatar. And it would hurt, fast-paced stings like being tossed between ice and fire – the sensation of Daniel's burning skin slapping against his increasingly fuzzy edges – but it would feel better than nothing. The sun kisses his skin, delicate whispers on the high points of his cheeks, the sharp curve of his cupid's bow. In a way, it hurts more than Daniel's open palm always did, striking across his face and whipping his head to the side – popping his jaw and wetting his eyes while Daniel's cock twitches inside him. It's gentle, it hurts in its care. His lashes shift against his cheeks at the thought. The sun on his skin feels like Oscar's smile in the golden light of his kitchen. Maybe he's meant to do this, to let himself feel small in new ways. Or maybe he's meant to feel like… Lando. Whoever that is, a seemingly infinite distance away from what molded him and beyond every goal he'd ever worked towards. It's just shy of 11, he knows. With a groan and a lazy stretch, he gets back on his feet, looking down river towards town.

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