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rickybaby · 11 months
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F1 Nation Podcast: Christian Horner on Ricciardo's Return
The ball started rolling in a hotel room in Mexico, last year. I had an appointment with Daniel, where it became clear that his options for 2023 were limited. He looked broken." "So I said, 'Why don't you come back to Red Bull for a year?' So that he could help us with simulator work, and tire tests, in order to regain his passion. It was clear that he didn't enjoy it anymore. To be honest, in recent years I haven't seen the Ricciardo who was once at Red Bull. That's how it started."
The Mexican GP was exactly a week after COTA, which was also a week after this interview:
"When you think it can't get worst, it does. I don't know how I'm continuing to continue, because painful is an understatement"
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mebssann · 8 months
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local old man finally gets new clothes
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yeyinde · 19 days
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size kink!King Simon Riley x virgin!reader.
Simon's never fucked a virgin before. never had an appetite for them, really. the type he prefers are easy prey. the ones who'll let him rut his fat cock into them until he cums, who always marvel at how big he is. everywhere. who wimper through the stretch, brows pinched tight and fists balled up, but can't fight the victory in their eyes when they reach the bottom, taking him to the root. proud, then, that they conquered this particular beast. he's fine with what he has. really—
but then he finds you. and it's over when your little fawn eyes fall on him, bringing this massive beast to his knees.
the only problem is. he's too big. much too big for you.
he can't fuck you properly so he pushes his cock against your slit, squeezes your thighs tight together, and ruts you like this. a pale imitation of the real thing, of course. but he gets off on how small you look under him, how he pushes out from between your thighs with each stroke, leaking precum all over your belly. marking you.
sex with you is him breaking your pussy in on his thick, rough fingers. one has you wincing, teeth clenched tight. like you've never been touched before. fuck. sweet as pie, aren't you? then two. a tight fit, but he makes it work. suckles on your clit until you gush around him, pussy knotting up around his knuckles like a vice. three is evidently more than you can handle. you howl into the sheets as he forces another finger inside, tongue laving over the stretched skin of your cunt. makes it up to you by wringing out several orgasms with his fingers pressed inside of your cunt, his tongue glued to your clit. his jaw, chin, and neck are drenched, and he basks in tang of you while you wimper against his chest, little sniffles dying out as he cuts his big palm over your pussy, holding you like that. owned. claimed. (almost) all his.
when he isn't fingering you, or spreading you over the sheets, thighs stretched wide over his shoulders as he buries his face into your sweet, sweet pussy, he likes to tap the head of his cock against your slit, admiring the sheer vastitude of your differing sizes. his cock slides between your thighs in a way that it almost garish to look at. awful. strokes his cock the sight of it as he makes you suck on his fingers, and play with your nipples. cums all over your chest, your face. makes you cum all over his, too. it's only fair, after all.
or it's just the tip—literally—because that's the most he can push inside of you before you're whining his name, little fists pounding his chest, pushing him back, trying to get this battering ram out of your sore, stuffed pussy. so he settles for working you open on three fingers, his tongue. loosening you up as much as he can before pushing the head of his fat cock inside of you until you start whimpering out his name. too much, too much, too much—
and then he leans back on his haunches to watch as your hands stroke along his shaft, letting just the head of his cock shallowly fuck into you, stretching your cunt out around him. it's obscene. lewd. he thinks he can smell brimstone clogging his nose, flaming licking his skin, with each inch he forces you to take. gets off on the sight alone, of him greedily giving you another inch. and then another. another. can already see the bulge in your belly. the heavy outline of his thick cock splitting you apart.
he cums inside of you like this. just the tip, fuckin' hell. cumming in your pussy as you masterbate his cock and whine at the too full, overstuffed feeling of him filling you up.
he can't help but to imagine what it would be like when you finally give in, when he pushes the full length of himself into you, splitting you apart around his considerable girth—
feels his cock pulse in response, spitting more spend out into your drenched cunt, plugged up nice and tight around him.
Simon knows you were made for him (and him alone). it's just that some toys need to be broken in before you can play with them. he'll see to it that you're broken in just right.
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holy-minseok · 7 months
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We need mean!reader, angry!reader, misunderstood!reader, creepy!reader, gross!reader, toxic!reader, nonforgiving!reader, selfish!reader, narcissistic!reader, dark!reader, FEDUP!reader. That bitch is way too nice, passive, and sensible. ✋🏾😂
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galaxywarp · 8 months
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I knoW everyone’s favorite joke from this episode is the whole “someone got hit in the boingloings!” bit, but I swear to god there is something SO fucking funny to me about how Jake says “Good job. Good job The Ice King.”
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st4rlex · 8 months
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dont feel like doing actual art sorry guys
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bellasfortuna · 9 days
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biker!simon who, when he drives his truck to pick you up, buckles your seatbelt for you before giving your thigh a firm squeeze
biker!simon who, when he picks you up on his bike, gives your helmet a solid pat and knocks it against his
biker!simon who, during the ride, reaches back to give one of your thighs, bracketing his on the bike, the same firm squeeze
biker!simon who, when he's buried balls deep inside you, keeps one hand cradling the back of your head, keeping your foreheads pressed together, eyes locked on yours
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lights-on-the-ridge · 3 months
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Simon thought it was already hard to understand him....
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bi-writes · 1 month
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thinking about being a new lieutenant working with laswell and getting to meet her a-team, tf141, and immediately clashing with your equivalent. that other lieutenant that wears a fucking costume and glares whenever he sees you, simon fucking riley. (kinda dark, 18+)
you hate him. you hate how good he does in the field. it sickens you when you see how every knife he throws hits its target with disgustingly perfect accuracy. you sneer when he aims his rifle, each bullet going exactly where he wants it to go because he's that fucking good, look at him, big man with a big fucking head and a big--
god, it's so frustrating to be out here for so long. on a cot, so far away from everything, reporting back to laswell and then spending time with a task force who is so intelligent on the field but shares one fucking brain cell off of it.
and it's so lonely. it's so lonely, and you feel so far away, and when you show up in front of ghost's room that evening, you don't even exchange words as he steps aside, letting you slink into the dark of it. you don't speak as he crowds you against the door, as he pushes you up against it, when he reveals the lower half of his face so he can kiss you and taste you in every way he's wanted to since he met you. you're so fucking annoying, you crawl under his skin, and when he tastes you, he sucks, his tongue tracing the inside of your mouth as he tugs his cargo pants just under his cock and hoists you up around his waist.
it's just stress relief, you tell yourself as he fucks you against the rattling door. i just need a little relief, is what you say to yourself as he mumbles against yours lips, gripping the fat of your hips in his big hands and putting his cock to good use. he's not gentle, but you don't want him to be. he's too good at what he does, you were hoping he would have fault in one fucking area of his life, but even like this, he shows you just how well he fucks and just how big he really is, everywhere.
please, please, please--! you beg. he snickers, and it's mean, and he's sucking a warm bruise into your neck when he mutters, "tha'sit, swee'eart. we both know who's really in charge, eh? yeah--yeah, good girl--y'r such a good girl--"
and you are. cum soaked thighs, your mouth still on his when he finally comes, grunting as he fills you so full, it's dripping onto your thighs, onto his, dampening the clothes neither of you bothered to take off. and when you leave, you tell yourself this will never happen again, that ghost will keep this a secret because he hates you just as much, that ghost is discreet and quiet and values his privacy, and if you don't speak of this again, neither will he. it suddenly comforts you how closed off he is.
so it does surprise you when the next morning comes, and you go to sit with your team to eat, that ghost snarls when you try and take a seat beside him. you expect this to be a rude gesture, but you squeak when he grips you around the waist and forces you into his lap. you stiffen, but his sergeants barely bat an eye. the braid of your hair is yanked backwards, and you gasp when you feel his breath against your ear, even through the mask.
"the casual shaggin' sort of deal? not m'thing, luvvie. now eat y'r breckie, swee'eart, 'm fuckin' hungry, and 'm not very patient."
he used to think having one of his sergeant's underneath him was the kind of power-play that got him right off.
wrong.
nothing like fucking a pretty little lieutenant good enough she can't fucking remember how to speak.
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ghost-with-a-teacup · 30 days
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"Oh fuck," you whimper out. "I think I feel you in my guts."
"Fuckin hell bonnie, I can see him in your guts," Johnny says, a finger tracing the outline of Simon's cock over your abdomen.
You shudder at the feeling, clenching down harder which makes Simon grunt in response.
They each share a glance, an unspoken agreement made before Simon picks up his pace.
At the same time, Johnny turns to pressing his hand down on the imprint, making you cry out as you throw an arm over your face.
Simon lets out a disgruntled 'tsk' before prying your arm away.
"Let me see you love."
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bluegiragi · 1 month
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the new in-house artist is kinda eye-catching...
early access + nsfw on patreon
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ghosts-cyphera · 26 days
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simon 'ghost' riley is obsessed with blowjobs. I don't make the rules, besties. that man would pay anything—and I mean anything—to be able to have you on your knees before him at all times.
your eyes looking up at him seeking for his approval. your pretty lips wrapped around him as he gently guides your head up and down, up and down again.
his grunts would be so fucking deep and low. the calls for your name so heavenly, all while the most sinful thing you've ever heard. his desperation for you so addicting that you'd pay anything—and I mean anything—to be able to be on your knees before him at all times.
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wombywoo · 6 months
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civvies
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stoopidstapler · 10 months
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SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.
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astearisms · 9 months
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fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started
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sunsetsimon · 7 months
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simon fresh out of the shower, smelling like soap and the cologne you got him, with notes of sandalwood and musk. his blond hair now light brown from dampness and his skin warm as he pulls you into a hug. his arms revealed from the boxy white t-shirt he has on, tattooed arm on full display as it runs along your body.
“mornin’ love,” simon greets, his voice low and still laced with drowsiness. your face is pressed against his chest, taking a deep breath to smell him.
“mmm, you smell so good,” you hum, standing on your toes to sniff his throat, your nose accidentally bumping his skin. for some reason he shivers, hands squeezing your hips a little harder. damn, he liked that.
“yeah, darlin’? want another smell?” he jokes, pulling the collar of his white shirt to expose his collarbone.
laughing you give a soft kiss to his exposed skin, pecking along his neck and across his cheek, his stubble rough against your lips. kissing him softly your lips linger on each others for a second, loving the way your lips fit against his.
there’s smiles on both of your faces when you pull away, a slight pink to simon’s cheeks. he feels giddy on the inside, chest constricting with love as he watches you walk away, off to do whatever pretty things like you do on saturday mornings.
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