#comforting him in private. reaching out to daniel again and again and again

[ef-1]

Everyone moved on but I stayed there

#sick to my stomach again. i miss him so much im about to end it all. who else was like him #like. he saw daniel struggling and would not be dissuade. all throughout 2022. scathingly defending daniel in public. #comforting him in private. reaching out to daniel again and again and again #showed up to daniels test. rested his head on the halo and encouraged him. when daniel got the seat he said #I AM VERY HAPPY FOR DANIEL BECAUSE I LOVE HIM #LIKE I DONT KNOW WHAT WOULD MAKE IT MORE DEVASTATING. IF THE EMPHASIS WAS ON WHICH WORD #f1 #daniel ricciardo #sebastian vettel

[boxboxlewis]

Daniel finds out about Max’s divorce from a Google alert.

“FORMER F1 CHAMPION NEWLY SINGLE, SEEN HITTING THE BARS IN MONACO.” Journalistic excellence from the Daily Mail, as always. But when actual newspapers start reporting on it, Daniel decides to reach out. He texts Max a cat meme. Subtext: sorry about your failed relationship, also I know you like cats. Max texts back Are you trying to cheer me up, and then 😂. It’s unclear if he’s 😂 at the cat or the notion of Daniel attempting to comfort. While Daniel is trying to figure this out a third text comes in. Stop reading stupid shit by dumb assholes who don’t know anything.

Nah it’s all good, I can’t read, Daniel replies. He hesitates, and then adds I am like. Sorry about stuff with kelly or whatever though.

Max thumbs-up reacts the message, and doesn’t reply.

Daniel figures Max’ll probably just start dating another exquisitely beautiful, exquisitely groomed woman with a disconcerting resemblance to his own mother. They’re ten a penny in Monaco, where Max still for some reason lives. 

He’s not prepared for the next tranche of articles his Google Alert brings him. “MAX VERSTAPPEN SEEN LEAVING GAY BAR.” “VERSTAPPEN REFUSES TO ADDRESS RUMOURS.” “VETTEL COMES TO VERSTAPPEN’S DEFENCE: ‘HE HAS A RIGHT TO A PRIVATE LIFE.’” Like… people go to gay bars sometimes, even if they’re straight. But do straight people let Seb Vettel defend their honour in the media?

Daniel opens his text thread with Max and types Hey, are you. You know. 

He deletes it, obviously. He’s got a lot going on in his own life. Brand ambassadorships out the ass, his film production company, his vineyard. He sends Max another dumb meme and calls it good. Max is just doing Max stuff. It’s some belated F1 champion rumspringa, probably, because when he was an actual teenager he was psychotically focussed on racing. He’ll settle down soon enough.

Daniel really isn’t expecting him to announce live on Dutch television that he has a boyfriend. The clip is in Dutch, obviously, but someone has added English captions, and Daniel watches over and over again. RIP his YouTube algorithm. It’s some daytime talk show, the kind of thing Max hates, the kind of thing he’d never do unless someone was twisting his arm about it. The host asks all sickly sweet if there’s a special someone in Max’s life. Max says, “Well yes of course there is my boyfriend.” The “of course” in Dutch sounds like naturally. Naturally, naturally. “And my family I am very close to, as well.” The camera dwells with voyeuristic glee on the talkshow host’s face as she tries and fails to pick her expression up from the floor. “Your boyfriend?” she manages. Max nods, impatient. Daniel rewinds the clip. Your boyfriend? Your boyfriend? Your boyfriend?

Daniel decides to visit Monaco. Not because of Max. It’s summer and the swing of the season is funnelling him that way, that’s all, towards the parties and the glittering people dancing on yachts, getting high, bright and beautiful, living that good life. He doesn’t have an apartment there anymore, but Max does, because Max never left: still has his custom penthouse with its views of the harbour. Unless—it’s a weird thought—unless Kelly kept it in the divorce. But when he texts Max to invite himself to stay, Max doesn’t mention anything about a new address. 

Max also doesn’t sound, like, super enthused, but that’s just how he is. It’s his natural Dutchness, most likely. Fine you can come then. You are lucky I don’t have plans is probably just the Dutch way of saying “Yeah sounds great, looking forward to reconnecting.” You are very annoying is probably how people from the Netherlands express affection. Daniel texts back Love you too my brother 🤘🤘

He gets his hair touched up before he goes, a little bit of tattooing at the roots in the front. He does a spray tan, and gets his face dermaplaned (not in that order). You can’t go to Monaco and not look good, that's all.

It always feels kind of weird, flying into Nice in a non-F1 context, first class instead of private, but Daniel fits, still: gets asked for his autograph at the airport, and then on the concourse, and when he stops to put petrol in his rental car (a sweet little Porsche, nice). He tosses his keys to the valet at Max’s building and the valet goggles. That’s right, baby: twelve-time Grand Prix winner Daniel Ricciardo is in town. Daniel winks and the valet turns gratifyingly mauve.

Max, when Daniel pushes into his apartment, is less enthusiastic. “Daniel. I really do not know why you’ve come.”

Daniel ignores him in favour of crouching down, trying to pet Jimmy or Sassy. “Hey, little guy,” he croons. “Or girl. What’s up? Do you remember Uncle Danny? Am I in town to show your daddy a good time? Yeah I am! That’s right. That’s right.” Jimmy or Sassy scowls at him and swipes with one needle-tipped paw. All right, drama queen. Daniel stands back up and grins at Max. “I mean, mostly I wanted to meet your boyfriend,” he says, for some reason. What the fuck, Ricciardo. He keeps grinning, styles it out. “Gotta give him the old shovel speech, right?”

Max is doing the blank-eyed stare Daniel remembers so well from their racing days. It’s wildly disconcerting coming from this Max, who looks. Different, that’s all. He’s thick, still fit and well-muscled but heavy with it now, t-shirt stretched over the layer of hard fat covering his abdomen, face softer. He’s a bear of a man, he could—he could do lots of things, obviously. It’s fine. It’s just that part of Daniel still expects him to be the gawky teenager Daniel loomed over.

Max says, “What do you want to say to my boyfriend about shovels,” and for a bewildering moment Daniel has no idea what he’s talking about. 

“Oh, no, it’s like—it’s a saying, or whatever, when someone starts dating someone. I mean, usually dads say it, I guess, but like—the idea is if he mistreats you I’ll…” Daniel trails off as he realises he’s not actually sure what “shovel speech” means. “Uh, hit him with a shovel? Or I guess potentially, like, use it to bury his corpse. Whiiiich is a joke! Not actually going to bury anyone.” No, weird comment, Daniel’s not actually going to bury anyone t-shirt is raising a lot of questions et cetera. Hastily, he adds “As long as he behaves!” and then stands there mentally kicking himself while Jimmy/Sassy yowls soulfully near his ankles. He's never like this, he never loses control of a conversation like this. It's agonising.

Max stares at him for a long moment, and then cracks up. “Daniel, you are still so weird,” he says. It sounds kind of affectionate. 

“You know it, baby,” Daniel says. “So, where’s the boyf?

Max’s cheeks go a little red, it looks like. Maybe Daniel’s imagining it. “Ricardo is at the gym,” he says.

Daniel has to have misheard that. “Sorry, what’s this dude’s name?”

“Ricardo,” Max says grumpily. “My boyfriend.”

“Right, yeah, of course.” Once again Daniel decides, against his better judgement, to style it out. “Uh, is he Australian, by any chance? And devastatingly charismatic?”

Max sighs, as if Daniel is being really annoying. “He is from Melbourne. And yeah, he is okay I think. Maybe you won’t like him though, because you like always to be the funniest one. Come on, I will show you to your guest room.”

Daniel manages a casual-sounding, “Haha, you got me.” They’re walking through the apartment, now, Max leading the way. For a moment Daniel just watches the sunburned back of his neck.

#my fic #DO straight people allow seb vettel to defend their honour in the media? #maxiel #mv33 #dr3 #getting back on the posting horse please clap #divorce era one of the most interesting of the potential eras imo #future fic

[rainymoodlet]

Or, how an otherwise incredibly private man came out to the world because when I play-tested his first challenge he physically refused to flirt with women.

Kiss Me in Komorebi 🌹 New Save+

Below you'll find an explanation of why I'm starting this Challenge from the ground up, an apology for my former applicants, and the form to follow for your submissions! Thank you for indulging me for so long in my obsession with this blorbo of mine.

Why the plus? Because otomes will smack lil' plus signs on updated versions of their dating games, and I'm a dork.

Deadline for applications is April 1st! 🌸

Let's be real - I bit off a little more than I could chew the first time around! This new version of KMIK will feature gameplay-heavy storytelling with posed scenes in-between!

I want to make it up to the applicants who waited so long to see this Bachelor Challenge come to fruition, and I genuinely want Daniel to have a fair shot at meeting someone truly meant for him - so I'm opening twenty one slots: seven for my former Contestants (two of which are taken by Daithi Calloway and Josiah Bolton), seven for my former Outsiders, and seven slots for new sims! Of course, the final number will be decided by the number of slots filled!

These three houses will rotate group dates and challenges with Daniel as he whittles down the numbers. In-universe, Dan hates the spotlight of fame, and was an incredibly private man (bar his new cult following on SimTok) before being influenced to be the star of his own Bachelor Challenge by his (well-meaning) agent and siblings. He went into this in the hopes that the contracted work would mean he'd not have to worry about his mother's health bills or his nieces and nephews' college funds for a little while.

However, when he got actual applications in, pictures of real sims who had applied just for the chance to meet him, to fall in love with him... well, it gave him a cold shock of reality. After a period of radio silence, the studio released a statement that said Daniel was deeply sorry, but that he wanted to give this a fair shot, and that meant he'd have to be more open and honest about himself than he was ever comfortable being.

🌸 THE APPLICATION 🌸

Name: Age: (lifestage and number, please) Traits: Aspiration: - please feel free to include any fun facts about your sim that you'd like to list! - i'm a dork and i love writing prompts based on the autonomous actions sims choose in-game. developing your sims' skills and likes will help them act more like themselves! - i will be using height sliders when i can, so feel free to include your sim's height! (for posing/gameplay purposes)

Please tag your application with #kmikapp! 🌸

Though I am excited for this clean start, I do want to apologize to all of my former applicants - both for the time it took for me to go through the acceptance process, and the time it took you waiting for me to get back to my desktop... only to learn that the sims you made weren't even going to be used. Believe me, I am no stranger to the loss of a Challenge sim: and I hope that by offering you all an automatic spot in this new save, I can make it up to you a little!

The two existing male contestants (Daithi Calloway by @buglaur and Josiah Bolton by @retro-plasma) will remain in the competition, seeing as they were already written to participate as contestants. But given that I'm forgoing the Outsiders concept for the ease of the Bachelor Challenge format, I thought I would offer all of my Outsider applicants the chance to make contestants! As some of my former participants are inactive, I thought this was the best way to reach out - I am really going to be better about talking one-on-one, though.

ANYWAY, I'm so excited to go on this journey with Daniel, and I can only hope you guys are as eager to see what awaits us as I am! Thank you for reading this far - let's try this again, shall we? 🌹

@hauntedtrait @kawaiishitty @wastelandwhisperer @occultpuppy @gothoffspring @foxsimthings @king-tower @morrigan-sims @akitasimblr @wormsimblr @10000and1dreams

#ts4 #ts4 edit #ts4 bachelor challenge #ts4 screenshots #simblr #ts4 challenge #sim: daniel #;kmik #oh my god okay so when i tell you i am terrified to post this dfhf why does it look like ~ g r a p h i c d e s i g n i s m y p a s s i o n #i am terrified of confrontation so here!!! learn ur sims were for nothin with this fun goofy ahh post #but seriously i am so excited to show you all more of dan #and more of what i can do #and i think following neluun's model of weeding out a crop of sims from a good variety #so that dan can meet who will really compliment him #is just the best plan moving forward #NO it doesnt make SENSE bc technically its seven more SIMS #but lbr i wont get twenty one submissions hddjkdf its just so that #all of my former applicants will have a guaranteed space ;u; #bc i feel HORRENDOUSLY GUILTY :)))) #but also... still made a fancy graphic so #dkfklsd okay i will shut up #BLEASE LOVE MY DUMB HIMBO COWBOY #HIM SAD

[heavyhitterheaux]

Don't Do it Again

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Jackman better stop being out in this streets acting as if he isn't a whole married man 🤭🤭

Synopsis: You find Jack's wedding ring on the bathroom counter and you make it your mission to get it back on his finger and tell him to not forget it again

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by a cutie pie anon of mine!

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

You woke up to the sunlight peeking through the windows and the place beside you empty. 

You remembered that Jack had mentioned wanting to get to the studio early and that he would probably be gone by the time you woke up.

You absolutely hated waking up early and was thankful that he had let you sleep.

You glanced down at your phone to see that he had sent you a text and you instantly smiled.

Smush- I know you’ll see this when you wake up so I just wanted to tell you that I love you and I’ll see you later

You- I love you more stink 🥰😘

The plan was to spend the day with your big sister Danielle since she would be here for a few days and her flight would be landing around 2 so you still had plenty of time.

The comforter was thrown to the side as you climbed out of bed and made your way to the bathroom wanting to get ready for the day.

You were grabbing your toothbrush until you saw that the ring dish which would hold your wedding rings was occupied.

Which usually never happened.

You did a double take to make sure you were seeing this right and sure enough Jack’s wedding ring was staring you right back in your face and clearly not on his finger.

“He got me fucked all the way up. Imma kick his ass.” You muttered to yourself as you continued to get ready.

Once you were satisfied with the way your hair turned out, you slipped Jack’s ring on your right hand even though it was a little too big for you and hopped into your car speeding towards the studio.

It only took you about twenty minutes even with traffic. You parked near the entrance so that you wouldn’t have to walk far and began to make your way inside.

The receptionist alerted you to where your husband was and you said a quick thank you before making your way down the hallway.

Once you reached your destination, you swung the door open and all eyes immediately went to you.

Jack was currently in the booth and stopped mid-sentence when he saw you.

“Oh shit, Jack I don’t know what you did but….. Your wife does not look happy.” Drake said before coming over to greet you.

“Hey, long time no see.” You gave him a quick hug before giving your husband the evil eye.

“Hey!”

“Just don’t hurt him too bad.”

“No promises. I’m about to kick his ass. JACKMAN COME HERE NEOW!”

“Damn. Full government.”

“Babe, what is going on?!” Jack asked, clearly confused, coming out of the booth and coming over to you.

“I’ll tell you what’s going on! Square up right now!” You replied, balling up your tiny fist.

“Here she go being violent as usual.”

“Urban Henry, not now!”

“Why you have to say my full name too? I didn’t even do anything!”

“You’re the best friend and left with him this morning so you are guilty by association.”

“What in the world are we squaring up for?! Are you even going to tell me what I did?” Jack asked, still confused and not understanding what was happening. 

“It’s what you aren’t wearing!” You exclaimed before crossing your arms. 

“Wait, what? What am I not wearing?”

You simply held up his wedding ring and he did a double take to look down at his bare ring finger.

“Oh shit.” You heard Urban say as he grabbed his bag of chips, opening them and watching the scene unfold in front of him.

“You mean to tell me you over here acting outta pocket because I forgot to put my ring back on?”

“Yes! You’re married aren’t you?! So act like it!”

“Well, are you going to give it to me?! You came over here to give it to me I’m assuming.”

“Nah, fight me first for acting as if you’re available to all the ladies in Atlanta! Stop getting smart with me! The blogs would eat that shit up and I will put someone six feet under if they think they can get my man. You are very much taken or did you forget?”

“Baby! You are barely 5’4 on a good day, sit your ass down somewhere. I didn’t forget anything!”

“See now that was disrespectful and you didn’t have to bring my height into it.”

“Calling it like I see it baby.”

“And you’re about to see my fist knock you upside your head!”

“But we’ve seen her in action, she will show no mercy to the first girl who says something.”

“Thank you Shloob.” You said while looking over at him.

“Shloob, you scared of Y/N we all know.” Quiiso said while laughing. 

“And yall are fucking stupid if you aren’t.”

“Now, I’m really going to have to kick your ass.” You stepped closer to Jack but not before he simply picked you up and was holding you in the air.

“Hey! Put me down!” You exclaimed while attempting to get a hold of him but failing miserably.

“Not a chance.”

“You aren’t being fair! How am I supposed to teach you a lesson if I’m in the air?!”

“And you need to calm your tiny ass down and give me my ring.”

“Jack, are you seriously holding her up in the air like that?” Drake asked before busting out laughing at him holding you as you were kicking your feet.

“Her little ass needs to calm down and take her ass on.”

“JACKMAN I AM CALLING MAGGIE IF YOU DO NOT PUT ME DOWN!”

“How when your phone is in your purse because your outfit doesn’t have any pockets?”

“URBANNNNN HELP ME!”

“Nah, I’m guilty by association, remember? You’ll be okay. Jack, hold her up longer.”

“I see imma have to kick Urby’s ass too. BABYYYYY COME ON!”

“If I put you down, you promise to act like you got some sense?”

“Yes! I’m getting lightheaded damn it!”

Jack was slowly putting you back down and kissed your forehead while you had your arms crossed.

“My ring, please.”

You slowly slid it onto his ring finger and all he was doing was smirking down at you.

“Love you baby girl.”

“Hmph, I guess I love you too. Don’t do it again.” You said while crossing your arms and pouting.

“Hold up, you guess?”

“Isn’t that what I said?!”

“You better think long and hard about the next thing you’re about to say to me because I have no problem taking you in the bathroom and tearing your ass up right now.”

“WILL YOU TWO CHILL FOR FIVE MINUTES?!”

“You know they never can. I’ve just learned to accept it at this point.”

“Well, Mrs. Harlow?”

“I said I guess I love you too. I didn’t stutter.”

All Jack did was let out a light laugh before smirking down at you.

“Go out the door and go to the left, now.”

“Are yall serious?!”

“We’re almost done and I definitely won’t be long.  Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

“You won’t be long because you can’t….”

“Can’t what?! Say it with your chest since you wanna be out here choosing violence.”

“She was about to say you won’t be long because you can’t last long!”

“URBAN SHUT THE FUCK UP! WHY’D YOU TELL HIM?!”

“I thought I was helping you out?! You chose violence today so you might as well go all the way!”

Jack then wrapped his left hand around your neck and you immediately whimpered.

“Alright, who wants to go get food so they can fuck each other’s brains out and we can finish what we have to do?” Drake asked and everyone immediately got up and followed behind him.

Once everyone was out of earshot Jack turned his attention back to you.

“Oh, you mighty quiet now, huh?”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s what I plan on doing. Your ass will not to be able to walk when I’m done with you. Since you wanna get smart with me, I need those clothes off now. Maybe I should forget to put my wedding ring back on more often.”

“If you do, I am definitely kicking your ass and telling Maggie.”

“And how’d that work out for you today?”

“Jackman Thomas, do not test me.”

“Nah, I’ll just test how many rounds you can go before tapping out.”

Jack suddenly looked down at you and then paused.

“What?” You asked him and he immediately rolled his eyes.

“You made such a big deal out of me not wearing my ring and look at your fucking finger.”

You looked down to see that yours was bare and had a look of confusion on your face.

You had taken it off to take a shower and never put it back on before leaving the house.

“Wait, babe….”

“I ain’t waiting for shit! I’m really about to tear your ass up now!”

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[fourmula1]

Prompt: allegations (one of maxiel being spotted making out with a man or something?)

kinktober day 26: outed

(previous days)

max/daniel. 844 words. cw: being outed but tbh it's ok.

-

The pictures could have been so much worse.

Daniel thinks it’s kind of funny to be outed to the world against their will but shrug it off with the knowledge that a few short moments after these photos were taken Daniel sucked Max’s dick on a deck chair.

What a field day media would have had if the photographer stuck around just five minutes longer.

It’s not funny, but. It kind of is.

Daniel sighs a bit as he scrolls through the pictures on his phone; taken with a long-distance lens from god knows where, it’s him and Max on the balcony of their vacation rental, shirtless in swim trunks. There’s a succession of images of them leaning on the railing to look at the ocean, Max pointing at something out on the water, leaning in to kiss each other.

They’re very clearly very happy in the photos, at least. In one of them Max is laughing and it’s more smiling than kissing. Daniel’s pretty sure he’d just told Max he wanted to suck him off right there on the balcony, in that one.

The photos are… cute, dare he say. Sweet. Intimate in a romantic way. Two people, comfortable, happy together.

Daniel’s had his phone on DND for the last hour, too overwhelmed with the notifications and emails and calls from his team. Max’s phone is much the same, left in the bedroom to forget about while they sort out their feelings about all this.

Max has been weirdly calm. A short nod when they were alerted to the images hitting the internet, a sigh as he looked at them, and… a soft smile – “because we do look rather cute, Daniel”.

Daniel swipes back through the images one more time before he locks his phone and sets it down on the sofa, arm squeezing around Max’s shoulders where Max is tucked into his side. He’s been quiet. Thinking. Processing. They both have.

“Any thoughts Maxy?” Daniel asks, presses a kiss to Max’s hair. They’re home in Monaco now, at least, and get the comfort and familiarity of their own space to deal with all this.

People online will speculate and talk but no one will know the real truth. The years they’ve been together, loved each other, that it’s not casual, not a fling, not a headline rendez vous.

“It is what it is, no?” Max says against his chest, shrugging a little, calm as ever. “I am of course not ashamed of us and it is unfortunate someone decided to do this but we are here now so we move on,” he says and Daniel just. Loves him. Nothing sticks. Max lets things roll off his back so easily, a shrug and a nod, and he’s on to the next thing. Daniel could take notes, he knows.

“Hm,” Daniel hums a little, thinking it over in his head. Their teams have been on them all morning to organize a strategy about this. Press releases, maybe interviews, approaches to handling it.

There’s nothing to handle. They’re in love. They’re together. They’re happy. Just like every other driver on the grid with a girlfriend. No strategy for them.

“So maybe I’ll post on Instagram,” Daniel says, reaching for his phone again to unlock it. “Just, say we’re together and that’s that,” he tells Max, already opening the app.

“Okay, Daniel,” he says, pushes himself up from being curled against Daniel. “I’ll get my phone,” he tells Daniel as he gets up to head for the bedroom.

Daniel frowns a little as he looks through his photo album to decide what to post. He settles for a photo of the same trip. It’s at a private dinner, candlelit and dark, Max across the table from him in his signature white button down. Daniel smiles at the memory, laughs a little. In the photo his hand is extended across the table, holding Max’s, the little ‘3’ tattoo clearly visible on his hand. Max is smiling at him, at the camera, and it’s perfect.

Max comes back with his phone, sits next to Daniel and leans over his shoulder, nods his approval at the photo Daniel chose, and the caption he’s typed out.

“Our privacy was violated today but those pictures are me and the man I love. I think this one is better though. @ maxverstappen1”

Max shares it to his story with a heart emoji and they lock their phones again.

When they’re re-settled back on the couch, cuddled up again, wrapped up in each other, Max looks up at Daniel and smiles.

“It does not feel that scary,” he says, chin resting on Daniel’s chest so he can look at him. “I thought probably I would feel worse but it is kind of alright,” Max continues and Daniel, weirdly, agrees.

They have nothing to be ashamed of. They’re in love. They’re long-term. They’re committed.

“You’re right,” Daniel tells him as he strokes his fingers through Max’s hair. “We’ll be alright, hm?”

“Mmm,” Max agrees, rests his head back down and closes his eyes.

They will.

#maxiel #kinktober 2022 #my ficlet

[thedirtygridd]

SINGAPORE SHOEY’S WITH LANDO, DANIEL AND YOU…

WARNINGS - 18+, strong sexual content

Summary - Things are about to get very sweaty and wild after the Singapore GP….

(Is it just me or would you LOVE to try a shoey???) enjoy! :)

The Singapore Grand Prix was over. The hottest, most intense race of the season finished. Lando and Daniel had finished just off the podium, which they would be gutted about.

You waited for your boyfriend, Lando to arrive back in his private room behind the garages.

Time passed and he eventually flew through the door. He had a towel in one hand, that he was using to swipe up all the sweat with. The race was so intense. You could see why the drivers got so sweaty from it. As lando stepped into the room, he didn’t say anything, he just smirked at you while looking at your legs, while dabbing his dripping forehead with the already soaked towel.

“You closing the door L?” You asked

Just as you said this, Daniel also stepped in, he closed the door behind and flicked the lock. Daniel was carrying a bottle of champagne that he must’ve taken from hospitality, seeing as neither of the boys had finished in the podium.

“Come with us, baby” Lando suggested while taking your hand. His hand felt so warm and so sweaty. He threw open the door as you walked behind him. Daniel was close behind you both as you walked down the very narrow corridor.

“Were we going?” You asked lando

“You’ll see” he replied bluntly

You must’ve walked for about five minutes before you arrived in a very quiet corridor. At the end of the corridor you entered a tiny room, the lights were off. You all stepped inside, the door was locked behind you, and then Danny turned on the lights.

The lights exposed what was in the tiny room. You were surprised at what you saw. There was a tiny bed in the corner of the room, and an even smaller bath tub. You were quite a small girl, so the size of the tub would’ve been perfect for you.

“Haha why have you brought me here” you asked, almost flustered at what was going on.

While you asked this, both of the boys approached you and sandwiched you in between them. Lando in front of you and Daniel behind. Lando slipped his hands around your waist and resting them near your ass while Danny put his around you to the front of your waist.

“Boys…what’s going on”

“Shhhh” lando said while placing a sweaty finger on your lip, before inserting it slowly in your mouth. It tasted salty.

“We’re gonna have some fun with you, we need it after that race” lando added

He started kissing you. Tongues soon followed. Lando loved using his tongue while kissing. The hornier he got, the more tongue he used, and he was already using a lot.

You felt Danny slowly licking your neck. You found it hard not to flinch as he tickled you. It felt so good. You had always had a crush on Danny. You loved lando, but both of them together was starting to become like a dream.

The boys both got out of their rwce suits before sandwiching you in the middle again. They both felt so sticky and slimy. They were both still dripping with sweat, and you could smell a mixture of aftershave and sweat on them as they felt you and kissed you.

You noticed both of the boys had left their racing boots on, despite taking the rest of their clothes off. You wondered why.

This is when lando ripped your dress apart, he didn’t care. He wanted you naked, and that’s what he got.

“Get in the bath” he said

So you did. You wondered what was going to happen next, as Danny went to reach the champagne bottle and lando came over and kissed you. He placed his big hands on your neck firmly, the way you liked it, and he held you in place as he licked inside your mouth while kissing. He then made his next move.

“Lie down then…” he said

So you did, the bath was cold on your skin, it was empty after all so it wasn’t very comfortable, but the excitement kept you warm. Lando held his sweaty towel over you as he squeezed it.

“Shit Lando!!!” You shouted as he drained his sweat soaked towel over your body.

After he had emptied the sweat that was soaked in there, he threw it down while Danny popped open the champagne. The boys then both started to take their racing shoes off.

You repositioned yourself slightly in the bath. It was all slippery now with his warm sweat all over, so you had to be careful not to slip and embarrass yourself in front of them.

By the time you had repositioned yourself and got more comfortable, lando and Danny had both taken their shoes off. They laughed together as they did it

“Fuck this is gonna be nasty” lando joked

“Yeah but fucking good…you know how good my sweat is, and soon your girl will too”

You giggled to yourself. You didn’t know what was coming next, but you were excited for whatever it was. You could tell you were getting aroused, you could feel a puddle of your boyfriends hard earned sweat soaking through your panties as you lay in the bath.

“This is gonna get dirty isn’t it, boys?” You asked

“You’ll see, baby” replied lando.

They had both taken their shoes off now, and they started to pour champagne in them. Lando took a quick sniff of his show before pouring the Alcohol inside. He let out one of his classic giggles

“HAHA, fuck! This is gonna be nastyyyy” he laughed again.

You lay there as you watched them both pour into their shoes. You admired the view of both of them. You had seen lando naked plenty of times, but never seen Danny. They both had similar body’s. Lando slightly broader, with harder shoulders and Danny slightly taller with harder abs. They were both so sexy, and yet so dirty…but you didn’t stop them….

“Cheers!” Danny said cheekily while clinking the two boots together with Lando’s. They both took a sip from each others boots. You noticed they swapped, so lando was drinking out of Danny’s and vice versa.

“You’re gonna love me saying this too much Danny…you actually taste good today, this is the best one I’ve had!”

“You know me, lando…” Danny replied before adding “I always taste good. And to be fair…you’re not bad either. I can definitely taste how hard you’ve been working on the track, you sweaty boy”

They both laughed together. Their cocks both getting hard at the sight of you half naked, smothering in Lando’s sweat.

This is when lando and Danny both poured the shoey juice all over you in the bath, it felt warm and sticky, and smelt sweet. You couldn’t even really smell any sweat. It felt good.

“Keep covering us mate…I want more” lando said to Daniel as he clambered into the bath with you. He placed his chest down on you, you felt his weight lower down as he did it. He was still very sweaty, and very slimy to touch. He felt sexy.

You were also very wet at this point. Just the sight of the boys turned you on, never mind them playing their dirty games with you. Lando took note of this and immediately slid his hard cock inside. He felt extra girthy, maybe he had grown slightly since you last fucked, or maybe you were just tighter than normal. But he stretched you out as he thrust into you. You felt your walls pull apart as he slid into you. He had always liked having dirty sex with you, you had tried things with Lando that you had never even thought about with other guys…he was a dirty sex machine.

At the same time, Danny was pouring his sweaty shoey juice all over you both. You heard the juice splat onto the back of landos hard, muscly back, and then you felt it as you grabbed hold of the indentations all across his upper back. You found it hard not to dig your nails in as he fucked you. The slime from Danny’s shoes, the champagne, the sweat. It was heating up.

Danny kept pouring as you and Lando fucked. The bath was now starting to fill up with it.

It made landos muscles feel even sexier as you stroked and grabbed them while he pounded you. He felt all slimy, and oily. It wasn’t like water, it was thicker and gooey. It felt so hot. At this point Danny interrupted. “Come on lando, time to share…”

“Fine fine. Get in” lando replied as he stood up. You watched the slime drip off his muscly body as he got up, he kept his feet down next to you as he stood up over you to allow Daniel space to move in. You moved your hand over to landos foot and gave it a rub while Danny positioned himself. You enjoyed the feeling of his manly feet, something about them got you all worked up. Your hand and his foot were fully submerged in the slime now, your hair was also covered in it. You couldn’t get much dirtier, or so you thought…

Danny had no got into the small bath, but instead of going on top of you, he lifted you up with ease and lay down in your place, he then placed you on top of him and faced your head to his. He started kissing you. “You ready for this? Lando said you were a bad bad girl…”

“Mhm, anything for you two” you said while biting Danny’s lip. “Use me” you whispered.

You felt Danny slide his throbbing cock inside you, he felt good. He felt very similar to lando. And he immediately groaned out loud. “Fuck your so tight…”

You licked his warm, sweaty neck as he did it.

Lando had now positioned himself behind your ass as Danny took you…he didn’t hesitate either. He spat on his cock, rubbed it in the slime, and then slid it into your ass.

“Fucccccckkkk” you groaned.

You were used to doing anal with lando. He loved it. Especially with you. He especially loved how tight it felt on his thick cock.

The boys simultaneously fucked you. It felt like nothing in this world. It was so intense. You reached your orgasm instantly, and continued to do so until you felt both of the boys release their hot load inside of you.

Once they had released their milk, they both lay on top of each other in the bath. All of you lay in the tiny bath, covered in sweat and champagne. The boys were even sweatier now than when they started.

“Fuck that was dirty…but good” danny said.

“Maybe we should share your girl more often?” Danny added

“Whatever Man, she definitely enjoyed it. Maybe get another one of the lads in too next time? What do you think?”

You didn’t know how to react, you still had their cum inside of you, their sweat all over you, and champagne all in your hair… And they were already planning their next move on you.

“Maybe Charles next time?” You asked

You all burst out laughing

“Let’s get him next time then. I’ve heard some stories about what goes on in his bedroom. He’s a dirty , dirty boy…” lando said while coming down to kiss you

“I’ll see what I can do” he replied.

#lando norris #lando norris smut #formula one #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo #lando norris imagine #x reader #so hot 🔥🔥🔥

[bobbole]

The first time he almost didn't realize it. They were at Morpheus' funeral and the boy was upset (in his mind he kept referring to Daniel as the boy even though he was 25 years old and now the head of the whole organization). He must surely have been upset, although he had not shed a single tear nor uttered his father's name once. The Corinthian found him far from the family mausoleum, almost on the opposite side of the cemetery, contemplating unknown gravestones. His mass of hair, so blond as to look white, was completely wet from the rain. He was sorry to interrupt that moment of private grief, so he tried to approach as quietly as possible, but Daniel heard him and, without giving him time to stop, threw himself into his arms. The Corinthian was not used to hugs: he did not know how to give comfort, since he never had any, but he cared for this boy more than anything in the world, so he hugged him back, letting Daniel's face find shelter on his shoulder. They remained thus embraced, in silence. - Now it's just the two of us - the boy's voice came to him far away, hidden by the folds of his jacket. He felt Daniel's arms tighten around him, in a strangely possessive way, and his head lifted just enough to place his lips on the Corinthian's neck, kissing him gently. - Mine at last - and then, without adding anything else, he let him go.

---

A gunshot. And then nothing, all over. Why did you do it? I could have protected you. I wanted to be the one to kill you. ---

The second time it was clear that something was wrong and perhaps Lucienne wasn’t exaggerated in warning him, but it was Daniel, he had known him since he was a child, and besides, how could he keep his distance if it was the Corinthian's job to protect him? He had gotten stabbed: sure, the guy who had hit him had been promptly sent to his Maker, but the wound had turned out to be more serious than expected and the doctors had had their hands full preventing the Corinthian from reaching Morpheus underground. For a long time he had hovered between life and death but when he was finally able to receive visitors, the first to arrive was Daniel. The boy wouldn't stop crying, sorrysorrysorry it was my fault, I was reckless, and the Corinthian tried to tell him to not worry, that it was the risks of his job (he had faced quite a few others, at Morpheus' side) but Daniel didn't stop babbling apologetic phrases, and his hands didn't stop stroking his face (as if to be sure that the Corinthian was there, still alive), and his mouth didn't stop kissing him, little light kisses on his hair, on his cheeks, on his shoulder. On his lips. - You cannot die, now that you are finally mine - The words came loud and clear to the Corinthian's ear, unambiguously, without the merciful numbing power of morphine. - If you die, I will kill myself - ---

He had once tried to run away, but Morpheus had found him and managed to bring him back. - Why did you run away from me, Corinthian? - but answering that question would have forced him to reveal truths that he preferred to remain hidden, and the Corinthian was a killer, not a poet in love, and he didn't really know how to give voice to those feelings that he wanted to rip out of his heart. He never answered that question, preferring to appear in the eyes of Lucienne, of Matthew, of Mervin, of everyone as an ungrateful asshole to whom Morpheus, God only knew why, had decided to put his trust again, but Morpheus knew what was in his chest. Morpheus knew it was love. ---

The third time was inevitable, because the Corinthian was once again thinking of escape but Daniel had sensed something because he was Morpheus' son and, although he proudly claimed to be different, the truth was that he resembled his father like a twin and just like his father he was fucking good at reading the Corinthian's mind. He had decided to do this on the anniversary of Morpheus' death, when everyone would be busy with celebrations in memory of their old boss (Lucienne had organized something big, she had even managed to get the whole Endless family together again). His absence would go unnoticed, at least immediately, and by the time they realized it, he would be safe. Safe from the two men who had been in total control of his heart for so many years. But it was still the anniversary of Morpheus' death, and even though the memory of him had never left, that day was a heartbreak because the Corinthian remembered everything, every last detail, every fucking second branded into his mind. He was the one who had found Morpheus' body. That's why he decided to fortify himself with something strong, but then from one glass he went to two, then three and before long the bottle was finished and he felt a knot in his throat that didn't want to dissolve and he couldn't, really couldn't, get up and head for the door. He didn't even notice that Daniel had silently entered his room, and in the haze of his senses it almost seemed to him that he was a ghost. The Corinthian knelt down, as if before a holy apparition. - Morpheus! - He felt a hand settle on his face and the Corinthian sought shelter there like a traveller touching land after years and years at sea. Oh to be an old worn skull, and remain sheltered forever in the safety of that sacred hand. - Why do you want to run away from me, Corinthian? - This time he felt strong enough to answer that question. After all, what was the point of lying to a ghost? - Because I love you - And finally, after so many years he felt Morpheus' lips rest on his own, the lips of a ghost, for it was not Daniel at that moment, no, it was the ghost of Morpheus incarnated in Daniel's body. And of that body that he had longed for so much, that he had wanted to love for years, of that body he could finally take possession, caress it, kiss it, penetrate that pure white flesh, the flesh of a ghost but so real. God, so real. Sleep caught him by, exhausted, and the Corinthian abandoned himself to it, lulled by Daniel's voice, led slowly into a safe, dreamless abyss. - I carry with me the legacy of his love for you. I will be Morpheus, for you and you alone, and you will remain mine -

#drop a few words in the night #corintheus #corinthiel #the corinthian x daniel #the corinthian

[bwoahtastic]

I randomly thought about the idkiwp verse today so here;

There was some sort of commotion going on, of that Michael was sure, but since he was never certain of his place in the Pack - or if he even had a place in the Pack - he skirted the edge of the commotion. But after packing away Daniel's drivers room and then sitting in the empty room for a good half hour, wondering how even Daniel, talkative and loud, had managed to drag his media duties on this long, Michael had wandered to the communal Pack room looking for his friend and remind him they had a flight to catch.

It was quiet, calm, most of the group already heading home, until he finally heard a lot of noise coming from one of the private bedrooms further off the main room, and finally Michael realised what the unusual scents were filling the room.

Fear, panic, surprise, shock. Max, Daniel, Seb, Lando.

Lando. HIs would be Mate, the love of his life, who's come into his life like a whirlwind and changed everything for him. He'd been on his own so long, happy with his friends and a lose Pack around him, but mostly just enjoying freedom and travelling and never feeling like he needed to settle down. He'd love a family, of course, pups of his own to run around after, but it had never happened for him, and he'd learnt to be happy enough on his own.

But Lando felt like home for the first time since he'd left Australia, endlessly bubbly and excited and Michael felt butterflies for the first time since he was a teenager. They'd fooled around the past year now, and Michael so desperately wanted to show Lando off to the world as his Omega, but Lando was cautious. He was the baby of the Pack, basically Max and Daniel's surrogate pup, and he was terrified of them not accepting their relationship.

And now Lando smelt like fear, panic, and pain, and Michael could hear pained grunts even through the door as he edged closer, trying to keep calm so his scent didn't give him away. He couldn't just storm in, surely, that would give too much away, so he hovered outside the room a moment until he could work out what was going on.

"What's happening to me?!" He could hear Lando whimper in pain, followed by footsteps around him.

"Your pup is coming Lando," Seb responded calmly, never flustered, despite the words making Michael's eyes widen. What pup?!

"Hurts," was the only reply, still in a whimper before pained grunts took over instead.

"Breathe," Max reminded him softly. "It won't last forever, it's going to be okay."

But the pained grunts and moans just continued, and Michael could tell his scent was spiking in response - luckily everyone else seemed to be distracted right now.

"What's happening to me?" Lando just keep whimpering over and over again, and Michael couldn't help but let out a low growl in response to his Mate being in pain, his instinct to protect taking over.

Footsteps again, and the door wrenched open in front of him, Daniel stood in the doorway with wide eyes before squaring up in the doorway. "You did this to him?" He asked with a growl, clearly a challenge as the pieces put together in his mind, Lando's pain and Michael's reaction, their scents mixed together.

"Let me see my Mate," Michael growled in reply, shoulders back and teeth bared, ready to fight if need be.

"Michael," came a little voice from behind them, Lando reaching from his nest for the Alpha with wide, scared eyes, and Michael pushed past the other Alpha without thinking, dropping to his knees beside the little Omega on the bed.

"You're okay darling, you're okay," Michael murmured softly over and over again, soothing his hand through Lando's curls and pressing soft kisses to his head.

"Hurts," Lando just murmured in response, before yet again moaning in pain, Michael clutching his hand and continuing to whisper softly that Lando was safe, he was cared for, it would be okay in the end.

"M'sorry, didn't know," Lando murmured once his contraction was over, nosing into Michael's shoulder for comfort. "I'm scared."

"I know sweetheart, it's going to be okay. I'll look after you both."

AAHH PLSS BABIESSSS

Michael being so unsure of where he stands within the Pack and whether he can trust them, poor thing. And then being so worried when he smells Lando is scared and in pain, but not daring to go into the room immediately.

Daniel growling but Michael not being scared because Lando needs him, even if its a shock to everyone that it was Michael who got Lando pregnant! And poor Lando being in pain and scared but now at least having his Mate back.

I loved this! Thank you for writing.

#asks #drabbles #idkiwp verse #f1girluk

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

☔ Raven

🌟 Malou

🍺 Evan

🌜 Willow

💃 Adrian

🐁 Dalton

📙 Andy

Thank you very much :D I'll do something I haven't done in quite a while, let them answer in person:

For a heavy, emotional secret. Raven: *Sighs heavily* Some men blood related to me, and not far down the blood line, abused me for many years. I had a sort of *hesitates* amnesia, it uh... I didn't remember till one of the perpetrators told me a while back. I wish I was still oblivious. I'm honestly not coping quite as well as I make it seem.

For a secret wish or desire of theirs Malou: *Chuckles awkwardly* well... *chuckles again* last year someone returned to my life. Someone I've been in love with since we were.... kids. Uhm yeah, he's a bit of a mess, and not good at answering on Facebook, but... he's both my secret wish, and desire.

For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about Evan: *Chuckles deeply* once Andy, Daniel and I stole my dads brand new very expensive bottle of Vodka, drank it all, got really wasted, wanted to go to a party, but we didn't have money for neither more booze, nor cigarettes, so I called my brother Alex, asking if we could sell him a bottle of Vodka cause we bought the wrong alcohol, but already opened the bottle, so couldn't return it, however he could get it half price. He said yes *chuckles again* so we filled the empty bottle with water, and sold it to him. We got our booze and cigarettes, but I also paid later with a very large bruise on my upper arm after Alex found out he paid almost 70 bucks for water*chuckles*

For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about Willow: *Snorts* I'm a pretty open book to be fair, so I dunno if there's anything I do that no one knows of? Well maybe there is, but not like it's because I keep it as a secret, maybe more the fact that I live alone, and I suppose I do stuff in my own home all the time that no one witnesses? Hm.... I eat Tabasco on wine gums when I watch pro wrestling, I dunno if that's considered a weird habit? Anyway, *shrugs* no one knows abut this cause I watch wrestling alone, since I don't know anyone who wants to watch it with me. Wusses *laughs loud and hoarsely*

For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others Adrian: *Annoyed sigh* I have 3 talents... 4.... which I don't really share with people, unless they are really close to me. It's not secrets, it's just... *shrugs*.... private. I'm private. I paint and draw, I play guitar, I sing, and I cook. All 4 fairly well. But I keep it mostly to myself, cause if others know, it always leads to some sort of social escapade, such as 'sing for me!'. *Frowns*

For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc) Dalton: Uhm *chuckles deeply* that's kinda sort of embarrassing *cheeky grin*... I'd rather not tell *chuckles more shyly* I have this lock of Malou's hair, I keep in my wallet, to always have a part of her with me, wherever I go when she can't join me. It sort of grounds me in a sense.

For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!) Andy: *Cheeky hoarse chuckle* Who says I have a secret diary? I mean I have *chuckles cheekily* but who said it? *Cheeky smirk* ......... you're serious? *Chuckles more awkward this time, then reaches under his bed, dragging out a small dark brown leather bound journal, flipping a bit through it* .... alright *short chuckle* this is so fucking cringe man, I don't exactly expect someone to fucking read this yanno? *Chuckle* Uhm... okay... so this I wrote a while ago, but like within this month I think, there's not a date on everything... uhm yeah... *Starts reading the entry*

We learned to kiss silently Reaching into old fears Swallowed by this convenient illusion Selling canned dreams to bystanders And after all this pain After the smog clears You're still my favorite colors.

#ask answer #Raven McKinney #Brandubh McKinney #Malou Jensen #Evan Thompson #Willow Amalthea Shaw-Cullman #Willow #Adrian Blackwood #Dalton Red #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Andycorn

[letomills]

Pleasantfiesta - Round 1 Part 9: Pleasant (2/2)

Marie-Sue and Daniel didn’t notice Lilith’s sneaking out whatsoever. Honestly they might not even have noticed her when she came home from the mall. They got up before dawn for some good ol’ arguing over trifles, then it was Marie-Sue’s turn to enjoy a day off while Daniel and the girls were off.

Daniel’s day at work was not good at all. In short, the owner of his team asked him to arrange for a piano to be moved, Daniel asked his rookies to do it instead of paying professionals, the piano was dropped down a staircase, people were hurt, the piano was destroyed.

Daniel was fired.

Marie-Sue immediately came to berate him and they fell out of love, which caused him to go into aspiration failure.

Marie-Sue didn’t have a single comforting word for her husband.

After Daniel recovered his spirits, he dragged himself to the couch to take a break and watch some TV after his rough day. This made Marie-Sue furious.

“You just got yourself fired and now you’re just gonna sit on your ass and do nothing?”

“What am I supposed to do exactly, go to my boss’s house, fall on my knees and plead for my job?”

“Sure, that would be something at least! Or if you had any self-respect maybe it would occur to you to pick up the phone and reach out to get hired somewhere else!”

“Will you let me catch a breath? I can do that tomorrow, all my job prospects are not gonna disappear over night.”

“How can you be so flippant about this! If I were you I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I fixed this or found a position somewhere. What are you even gonna tell the girls?”

“That I was fired. What else should I tell them?”

“And that’s it? You don’t care about the stress you’re putting your family under?”

“Marie-Sue, I just need to regroup right now, it doesn’t mean that I don’t care.”

“Whatever. I don’t know what I was expecting.”

“What do you mean by that exactly?”

“Nothing. Just do what you think is best. This is your problem after all.”

Marie-Sue went to the kitchen to cook dinner and that was the end of the discussion.

Lilith and Angela came back from school with some friends, blissfully unaware of their father’s dismissal.

Angela asked if Dustin could stay for dinner and Marie-Sue said yes. Lilith never had dinner with them anymore, so he could take her place. Needless to say, Daniel was pretty pissed that he wasn’t consulted on this.

Marie-Sue’s cold stares weren’t enough to enjoin him to chill, and he did not contain his hatred towards his daughter’s boyfriend.

When he threw his drink onto Dustin’s face, Marie-Sue had enough.

“Daniel what the hell is wrong with you?! Will you stop behaving like a child?”

“Why is this thug even in my house, worse, at my table? You know how much of a bad influence he is on Angela, so why are you encouraging their relationship?”

“You know about the Brokes’ situation, you should be ashamed of yourself for looking down on Dustin. He’s doing what he can to support his family, unlike some people who would rather do nothing all day and let their family support them!”

“Oh come on!”

“Angela, do you know what happened to your father today? He got fired! And if that was not pathetic enough, his response was to sit in front of the TV and wallow in self-pity.”

“Oh wow Marie-Sue. I don’t know if you agreed to Dustin having dinner with us specially so you could humiliate me in front of him, but that’s a really low blow.”

“You brought it on yourself! I don’t need to do anything for you to look pitiful Daniel, you’re doing a great job of that on your own. You know what, I’m done with you. I’m leaving you. I don’t want to see you again, just pack your bags and leave this house. I don’t care where you go, just leave. E-mail me an address so I can send you the divorce papers. Other than that, I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

Daniel and Angela were devastated. Marie-Sue asked Dustin to leave and went to the bathroom to cry privately.

Daniel left that same evening. He didn’t say goodbye to Lilith, who was sleeping in her bedroom. She woke up later and learned what had happened from the short explanation her mother deigned to give her right before she went to get ready for bed.

Lilith was heartbroken. Not only because her parents were getting a divorce but mainly because her dad didn’t even knock on her door to say goodbye to her before he left.

“I thought he at least cared about me a little bit. I guess not.”

She didn’t even take the time to put shoes on, she just ran off without thinking. All she wanted was to get away from this house where she wasn’t welcome. “There’s nothing for me here anyway.”

Marie-Sue was still very much awake. She heard Lilith crying and the door banging shut. She rushed outside but it was too late.

She immediately called the police to report her daughter missing.

Luckily, Lilith couldn’t run very far and the police were able to find her and bring her back home in a couple hours.

On the next day, Marie-Sue called her parents to inform them of the recent events.

It was decided that Lilith would go live with them for the foreseeable future. “At least until the divorce is settled and everyone is less on edge,” said Marie-Sue. Coral and Herb were sympathetic and agreed that taking Lilith for a bit would be a good idea.

Lilith herself wasn’t really given a choice, but she certainly didn’t mind getting away from her mother and her sister.

From there, the atmosphere at the “Pleasant” house (though Marie-Sue now called herself “Oldie” again) became much less tense. Marie-Sue and Angela had always had very compatible characters and living alongside each other was pretty much effortless.

Angela was naturally driven to make her parents and teachers proud, and she genuinely felt that following her mother’s strict guidance was the surest way to success. Marie-Sue was confident that she knew what was best for her daughters and she was pleased to find such a faithful disciple in Angela. Neither of them could understand why Lilith refused to adopt the views on life that they both held as common sense.

Marie-Sue let Angela know that their financial situation wasn’t looking very good now that they couldn’t rely on Daniel’s income. They had to make a few changes.

The first thing they did was to let Kaylynn go. Less people in the house meant less mess to clean up anyway.

Then Angela found a part-time job at the local primary school.

Marie-Sue’s determination to get that next promotion was stronger than ever, but she also took up pottery as a hobby and side hustle. She was able to buy a pottery wheel after selling Daniel’s workout machine, which she didn’t want in her home anyway.

She had learned the art of pottery-making in her youth, before she met Daniel, and reconnecting with her artistic side brought her a lot of joy. Being able to sell her creations for some extra income was the icing on top.

On the weekend, mother and daughter took a little break from their busy week by going out to the mall together. 

Marie-Sue was proud of Angela’s exemplary behavior in this difficult time and wanted to reward her by allowing her to get the MP3 player she’d been wanting.

Marie-Sue ran into her colleague Komei and they struck up a conversation.

She definitely had a bit of a crush on Komei. She had never considered acting on it while she was married, but now that she was free, her perspective was changing. She had told Komei about the divorce at work already, and she could have sworn that there had been a change in his attitude towards her since then. He seemed even more warm and friendly with her than usual, which was all the more striking that he was more on the grouchy side with everyone else.

(I swear to god, Don is always hanging out on this lot when I’m not playing him.)

Romance was in the air on that day.

Angela noticed that her Marie-Sue and Komei seemed particularly close and she was a little shocked.

She suddenly realized that her mom might find a partner after Daniel, Komei or someone else. She was a bit apprehensive about it but didn’t dare broach the topic with Marie-Sue after they went back home.

And that’s where Marie-Sue and Angela’s round ended.

Marie-Sue tends to do well in times of crisis, which is also when her quick thinking and decisiveness shine the most. But when the adrenaline wears off, she might have to reckon with her part of responsibility in the failure of her marriage and the unhappiness of her more rebellious daughter. And only time will tell what long-term effects the family’s disintegration will have on Angela.

Anyway, here’s Daniel. 

Don’t worry dear, I’m not gonna let you rot in the family bin much longer. We’ll get back to you soon.

#sims 2 #pleasantfiesta #pleasantview

[unluckyhoneybee]

Mediocre (George Russell)

You wake up next to George in a bed. Smut. Warnings: penetrative sex (p in v), biting. Note: It's longer than I thought it would be.

Gif credits

The sun warmed my skin. I felt as if I was floating on a cloud.

Daniel had organized this party on his farm in Perth. It was a private thing, only drivers and a few close friends and family. It had been great. Everyone seemed happy, there was something different in the Australian air.

But suddenly, I heard a groan. I shivered. Who the fuck was behind me. The person wasn't touching me. But I didn't remember who it was. I mean, the last memory I had was dancing with Lando.

My brain was running fast. Did I have sex with Lando? What the fuck happened after that? I wanted to ranaway and disappear in the Australian bush.

I turned slowly, not wanting to wake him up.

"Fuck" That wasn't Lando. No. It was George.

George was fast asleep. His eyes were closed and he was laying on his side, whe sheets covering him and only letting me see his strong shoulders. His hair was a mess, nothing compare to how styled it always was. He truly was a sight to be seen.

But how had we ended up in this situation? It was still a mistery to me.

He groaned and covered his face with his hands. "Fucking sun and fucking headache" Oh. Mr Perfect was swearing. I couldn't contain a laugh. He opened his eyes and I covered my mouth. "Shit. YN"

We looked at each other for a few long seconds. This was weird. We were friends, yes. George was handsome and definitely knew his way with words. He was a magnet. But we were too different. If someone told me I would fuck George Russell in Australia I would have laughed at them.

I saw him swallowing. "Did we..." "I think so" I said pointing at an used condom on the night stand. He looked at it. "Oh. At least I used one" He said smiling a bit. I laughed I a low voice. "How..." "I don't know" I didn't even need to listen his questions to know what he was asking. "I don't remember anything" He said laying back and covering his face with his hands. "I don't either" He looked at me with tired eyes. "I'm sorry" "Why?" "I let this happen" "Well, I was here too, wasn't I?"

Silence surrounded us again. I was looking through the window. Was it really that bad? We couldn't remember anything, we could just pretend it didn't happen.

"Hey. Do you think it was good?" he had one of his arms behind his back now and his whole torso was uncovered. I smiled noticing something on his lower belly. I pointed at the biting mark right next to his belly button. "At least for you" He smiled looking down. "Did you bite me?" I let out a loud laugh. The expression on his face was priceless. He crocked his eyebrow and looked at me. "Kinky" "And proud."

We both laughed at that. The atmosphere was light. There was no tension between us and the silence was comfortable. The sun was warming my skin and I would fall sleep again if I laid.

"How do you think it happened? The last thing I remember is dancing with Lando" "The last thing I remember is watching you dance with Lando" He abruptly sat on the edge of the bed. Something had sifted on him.

The sheets had slipped down, and they were only covering his crotch now. His strong back was on display. It was truly beautiful. But he seemed tense.

"George?" He sighed. "Are you Ok?" "I was jealous".

That confession made me shiver. George was jealous because I was dancing with Lando.

"You don´t notice it, but everyone in the room turns to look at you when you pass by. But you only have eyes for him" Without thinking much about it, I ran my fingers up his back, only stopping when I reached his shoulder.

"Lando is my best friend. I've known him since I was two." I felt the need to explain that nothing was going on between me and Lando. It was purely platonic.

"I want to be that close to you, to dance with you and to... I don't know. I want more." I gasped. Was George Russell confessing his feelings to me?.

"Ge...George" I knelt behind him wanting to be closer. I was aware of my naked state, but I didn't care.

I was feeling so many things at that moment. I never had that kind of thought about George. I never thought I would end a night naked with him in a bed. I never thought he would confess his feelings to me. I never thought he would have those feelings. Because we were so different. He was that well educated and polite guy. The son in law every mom wants. He always dressed so nice. He was good with words, even with that accent of his he could get anyone to their knees. He was Mr Perfect and I was a mess.

I pressed my lips to the back of his neck.

"What are you doing, YN?" "I'm in this bed naked with you after probably some mediocre sex. With you and not with Lando. Something happened that made us come here and... You know. " He turned his face to me. "What do you mean?" "Well, I mean that drunk YN would fuck anything. Trust me. And between all the people at the party, I fucked you" " You really know how to comfort a man. Mediocre sex? And then you compare them to everyone in the party?" He said ironically.

I sighed exasperatedly. " Well, idiot. I´m sure I´m pretty bad at sex when I'm drunk. And I was trying to compliment you." I sat back and crossed my arms on my chest, covering myself again.

He turned around and looked at me.

"You don't regret it or something?" "Why would I?" He shrugged. "I thought you liked Lando" "Oh, c'mon George. Leave Lando alone. Really. I'm getting tired"

He pressed his lips on a thin line without tearing his eyes off me. We looked at each other. I was frustrated.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

I reach out my hand for him to take it. And he did.

"You like me?" I asked in a low voice but still looking at his blue eyes. "Kind of. A crush I would say." "You are cute" I smiled as I played with his fingers. He smiled and took my knuckles to his lips. He left a soft kiss in there. "Cute in an adorable way or in an I would have mediocre sex with you again?" "Why not both?" I felt brave so I pulled his hand, bringing his body closer to mine. He bit his lip and fuck, was it hot.

"I'm going to kiss you, George" "Finally." He said laughing.

We both leant at the same time. He grabbed me by the back of my neck, looking at my eyes for a second before kissing me softly. His lips were sweet and still tasted like alcohol. He bit my lip and I opened my mouth for him. George took the opportunity and deepened the kiss. His tongue touched mine and I moaned. As the minutes passed, our bodies fell onto the bed. His much taller figure was covering me completely, his weight felt delicious over me. He felt warm and welcoming as if this was meant to be.

"Are you sure you want this?" "Yes, George. Let´s have not mediocre sex" "Or at least try" I laughed and kissed him deeply again. I could say that I was an addict now. I never wanted to stop kissing him.

George moved his fingers over my centre without any warning. "Oh fuck" I muttered. "I want you ready and wet for me". I nodded feeling him toying with my teeth. I kissed him once more as he slipped one finger inside me. I moaned on his mouth, pulling his hair. He groaned. "Fuck me, George." "A condom". "Oh fuck, yes"

I watched him moving his clothes and looking for one. He came back and put it on. He was big. "George, honey..." I said smirking. "You like it?" "I do" He laid between my legs and took his hand between my legs againg. I took a deep breath. His fingers were back inside and I was already a mess. "Does it feel god, babe?" I could feel my skin burning whereever he touched me. "So, so good, George." I said feeling my walls clenching around him "Do you want more?" I looked at him and nodded. I took my hands to my breast, slowly playing with my nipples. "You are so hot, YN. A goddess" He kissed my belly and took his fingers out, leaving me empty and panting for more.

George pushed my legs up, opening them for him. "Beautiful".

He brushed his tip over my centre before slowly pushing it inside. "Oh fuck" I closed my eyes. He felt so good. The perfect size for me. "My god, YN. You are so warm" I opened my eyes to see him looking where our bodies were joined. "More" I begged. He bottomed out and I had to cover my mouth. People were sleeping next door. "Fuck, fuck." He laid over me, keeping his weight on his arms to not crush me. He started with slow movements, pulling back until only the tip was left inside and slamming back inside. I was biting my finger. "You feel so good." "Harder George" "Bossy" He looked in my eyes and kissed my chest then. He obeyed.

He was good. So good. Not mediocre. Nope. I was glad I had woken up next to him today. The bed was hitting the wall now. My legs were tight around his waist and his lips were on my shoulder.

"Fuck, George." I could feel my orgasm approaching, but it wasn't enough. "You feel so good. I´m gonna cum soon, YN" "Touch me" I loved how George was so keen to do whatever I told him to. He wanted me to feel good. He started moving his fingers over my clit.

I moaned high. I had to bite my finger again to not be too loud. "Don't bite yourself, bite me" "Kinky" I said before dragging my teeth down his neck, shinking them on his shoulder's skin. "Oh fuck. Yes"

I could feel the knot in my belly tighter. I was almost there. I could feel him so deep inside me. It was driving me crazy. His moans were like music to my ears, shooting waves of pleasure to my centre as his lips were sucking softly on my nipples. "George, fuck." "I´m coming" And he did with a loud moan and deep thrust of his hips. "Fuck" I cried when I felt his member nudging on that sweet spot inside me. "Don't stop, please George."

He pulled my legs over his shoulders and fucked me a bit harder without taking his fingers away from my clit. He was truly a sight to be seen. And he had me coming just a minute later. I screamed his name. "Shit, YN" He covered my mouth and let himself fall on me. We were both laughing now. I pushed his hand away and grabbed his chin. I kissed him hard, digging my teeth into his lip and sucking his tongue. "Shit" He muttered when we broke apart.

We were both sweaty and still wrapped into each other. "That wasn't mediocre" I whispered without energy. I was drained. "It wasn't" I dragged my fingers through his hair and he let himself relax with his head on my shoulder. "Would yo go out with me?"

I smiled and kissed his forehead. "I would love to, baby" "I like that" "Me calling you baby?" "Mhm." I hugged him tightly. I was ready to try something with him. I was more than ready.

Suddenly we heard a loud knock on the door.

"Hey, you! Have you finished? We are having breakfast" "Fuck off, Lando!"

It's way longer than I wanted to and not as good as I was expecting, but here it is. I hope you like it. ❤🐝.

#george russell #gr #george russell smut #smut #f1 fic

[boxboxlewis]

Something warm and comforting with maxiel?

Five career options Daniel considered and turned down after leaving F1, and one he didn't.

Adult entertainer

“My decanter sold out, right,” Daniel says. He’s sprawled on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling, high out of his mind: one of the few consolations of being out of F1. The vape is hot in his hand and he doesn’t want to get any higher right now, so he should probably just turn it off; it’s top-of-the-line, Blake’s baby, and he’ll be upset if it overheats and fries itself. But Daniel is so comfortable he doesn’t want to move, body heavy and syrupy, perfectly in tune with the sofa cushions.

“Yeah, mate. Well done on that,” Blake says loyally. “What, you want me to approach the vineyard about doing another partnership?”

“Nah,” Daniel says, “I was thinking more like. What if I did one of those things where I make a cast of my dick, and we could sell, like, branded DR3 dildos, but in the shape of my actual cock.”

There’s a pause, long enough that Daniel finally rolls his head so he can see Blake, who’s staring at him with an expression of ferocious concentration. “Mate,” Blake says, “you’re too high. Give me the vape.”

“I just think—people would love it,” Daniel protests. “I’ve got a nice dick. I mean, I’m pretty sure. Max—people have said. Five out of five stars on ratemydick.com.”

“Ohhh-kay, yeah. Yep. Give me the vape, Mr Adult Entertainer.” Blake wrests it from Daniel’s unresisting hand.

2. Crypto spokesmodel (again)

“...and that’s why we think you’d be the perfect brand ambassador for Gainz Crypto Exchange,” the smiling American guy finishes.

Daniel’s leg is jiggling underneath the board table. “Yeah,” he says, “thanks, but—”

Blake interrupts. “Do we want to like, talk this over privately before we make a decision?”

Daniel loves Blake, but man that “we” grates at him. He smiles, to paper over an awkward moment, and says, “Nah, I think we’re good.” He turns back to the American guy. “Look, I’ve done more some reading about crypto”—he’s watched a couple of Youtube videos and listened to half a podcast episode; close enough—“and it’s really not where I want to put my focus right now.” Because it’s a massive Ponzi scheme preying on unsophisticated investors, he doesn’t add. “Thanks, though. Good luck with the Gainz.”

3. Yoga teacher

“Breathe in, and create awareness to your chest,” the instructor says. She’s pretty cute. Very relaxing voice, too. Daniel breathes in, and thinks about his chest, as instructed: it’s definitely there. Chesting. Doing whatever chests do. Digesting air and shit. “As we reach for the heavens, imagine pure energy flowing down from the sky into your body.” Daniel obediently imagines a waterfall of Red Bull pouring onto his head, and he’s not an expert, obviously, but he’s pretty sure he could come up with some better soothing imagery than that.

After the class, he calls his sister. “Do I have a relaxing voice?”

“What?”

“My voice. Is it soothing.”

“What? No,” she says. “You sound like a millennial Australian guy who’s spent a lot of time abroad.”

“Ah, that’s too bad,” he says, disappointed. “You don’t think I should teach yoga, then?”

“Daniel, what the fuck goes on in your head, I swear to god." Michelle sounds affectionate but also is clearly laughing at him. "I mean, if you want to, I guess? I feel like the voice isn’t really the most important yoga teacher qualification though?”

This is a very good point. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” he says. “Thanks, Michelle."

4. Children’s book author

“What if I wrote a children’s book,” Daniel says. “Daniel and the Really Fast Car, or some shit. I bet kids would love that. They love cars, right?”

Kristen and Dax exchange a look, and then Kristen says tactfully, “Children’s books are actually, like, surprisingly hard to do well.”

“Yeah,” Dax says. “A lot of them are shit.”

“Dax!”

“Honey, relax! I’m not saying Daniel and the Really Fast Car would be shit. And you would like, hire a professional to help, obviously. Just… it’s probably not as easy as it looks, that’s all.” There’s a haunted look in his eyes. “I’ve seen scansion like you wouldn’t believe.”

Daniel doesn’t actually know what “scansion” means, so, maybe children’s book writing is a no-go. “Ok,” he says equably. “I trust you guys."

5. Memoir writer

Daniel watches as the ghostwriter his publisher hired thunks her head rhythmically into the tabletop. “Uh,” he says.

She stops thunking. “Sorry! I never get like this with clients!” She sits up, and looks at him. “Daniel! You are so charming and lovely, but has it occurred to you that maybe you don’t actually want to write a book about your life?”

“I mean… I do, though?” They already have a title: Daniel Ricciardo: Pushing to the Limits. He’s excited about it.

The ghostwriter says, “Daniel, I have spent the past two hours trying to get you to tell me literally anything about your childhood or early life, and you have given me.” She consults her notes. “An extended rant about Skittles. Your views on which candies have the most international appeal. A run-down of your favourite places to buy snacks in twelve different countries. A comprehensive explanation, with partial demonstration, of which UFC moves you think you would most rock. And an overview of your favourite bands.”

“Uh.” 

“When I asked you to give me a memory from your school days, you said, “Oh, man, you have to hear this new single,” and then got distracted by your own Spotify.”

Daniel considers this. “Ok, so… ah, fuck it,” he says. “Maybe you’re right.” 

“Yes!” the ghostwriter exclaims, relief in her voice. “And you know, this doesn’t mean you’ll never write a memoir! Just maybe that now’s not the right time.” She starts to gather her things together. “Daniel, thank you so much, I really do mean this—it’s been a pleasure.”

+ 6. WAG

“Daniel, I still do not understand why you’re so upset about not having a job,” Max complains. “You have plenty of money. And it does not mean, if you take some time out you can never work again.”

Daniel considers this, and tries to explain. “It just feels like—ok, how many years have I spent hashtag keep pushing? Fist emoji, fist emoji? And now I’m just, like, sitting around like a lump, doing nothing.” 

Max says, completely deadpan, “Well, we can talk about fisting later, but right now I think we should not be distracted,” and Daniel lightly chokes, but Max is still going. “You are not a lump, Daniel. You are a man who has worked very hard for a very long time, and now you are having a rest, that’s all.” He moves over so he’s leaning against Daniel, and wriggles his shoulder until Daniel lifts his arm and wraps it around him. “You aren’t that old yet. You still have time to do things. It is ok to just sit, for a while.”

Daniel sits, with his arm around Max, and thinks about what it would mean not to push, not to try, not to hunt to find the next thing. “I would basically be your WAG, you mean,” he says, and laughs. 

Max twists to look up at him, and he’s not laughing. “Yes,” he says simply. “I think that would be lovely, if you would not mind it. Just for a little while.”

Daniel pulls Max in tight against him, and kisses the side of his head. His heart feels all wobbly and uncertain, like one of those videos of newborn giraffes or whatever trying to stand up for the first time. “Do you really,” he begins, and then stops himself. Max never says things he doesn’t mean. “Ok,” he says, instead. Ok.

#maxiel #my fic #for our agonies #dr3 #mv33 #asks #5+1

[reallydumbdannyphantomaus]

Trust

Hi! So so sorry @pokelolmc but this is my incredibly stupendously tremendously late truce gift for you. I went with your second prompt. I hope you enjoy it! ao3 link here

“I need your help.”

Of all the things Danny had expected Valerie to say when she finally chased him down, that… actually wasn’t that surprising. Ever since he’d worked with her to save Danielle from Vlad, she’d been almost friendly. Cordial. She didn’t attack him on sight, at least.

Right now, though, she looked… bad. Bags drooped under her eyes, tinted red through her face visor. Her gun, while in her hand, wasn’t lifted, and Danny had the distinct impression that had less to do with whether she saw him as a threat and more to do with the energy it took to keep it up. She yawned.

“What’s up?” he said. There was enough space below her that he could probably zip out that way. Just in case this was a trick. He didn’t think it was, but, you know. Safe than sorry.

Valerie’s eyes flicked to the ground. “Could we—could we do this somewhere private?”

Below them, a family of three stopped and the child pointed up at them. A couple pulled out their phones and started taking pictures. Danny didn’t mind not being hunted as much as Phantom, but the fame was actually getting annoying. Something he didn’t think he’d ever be able to explain to his younger self who only ever wanted to be noticed.

“Yeah,” he said. “Follow me.”

It was weird to fly away from Valerie, to have her follow, without it being a life or death chase. A good weird, but weird nonetheless. He kept a steady pace, fast enough that the people below couldn’t keep up, but slow enough that Valerie could without pushing herself.

They stopped on top of a hill just outside city limits. Easy to see anyone who approached them and no reason for anyone to look for them here. Valerie still flew around the perimeter, staring at the scanner on her wrist, once, twice, before coming back to Danny.

“It’s acceptable,” she said with a tense nod.

“Thanks for your stamp of approval.” He rolled his eyes.

She stared at the ground again. He could see the beginnings of a sneer on her lips, but she said nothing.

“You came to me,” he said.

“I know!” She bristled like a cat, shoulders up and teeth bared. “I don’t like it any more than you do.”

Danny shrugged. “I don’t really have a problem with it, actually.”

“You stupid—” Valerie let out a wordless scream. “Fine! I’ll go ask someone else.”

“Oh—Okay?”

Valerie stomped away, three stomps, then turned and came right back. “There is no one else for me to ask, dammit!”

Danny held his hands up in surrender. “You seem to be very angry at me?”

“Of course I am! This never would’ve happened without you!”

“I thought you liked being a ghost hunter?”

“Not that!” Valerie hopped off her board and retracted her suit. “This!”

Two rings appeared around her waist, blinding white, and Danny knew.

As they moved up and down her body, the rings replaced Valerie Gray, human, with Valerie Gray, ghost. Her ghost form seemed to be based on her Huntress suit, only in white and green. She still had a face shield, but it was a little clearer, enough so that Danny could see her eyes blown wide with terror.

“Oh,” Danny said.

“‘Oh’? ‘Oh’? That’s all you have to say? I’m a ghost! I’m a ghost hunter, and now I’m a ghost!” Valerie laughed, but it sounded like she was crying. “How messed up is that?”

Danny bit his tongue. Now was not the time to start a fight about him also being a ghost who hunts ghosts.

“How?” he said instead.

“The suit,” she said, voice suddenly quiet. “Guess I shouldn’t have trusted a gift from a ghost, huh?”

Right. Technus had given her the suit as a way to fight him. “Not from that particular ghost, no.”

“Don’t come at me now with ‘not all ghosts are bad’ because I am not feeling it,” she said, voice thick and—was she crying?

She pulled off her helmet and wiped at her eyes and he could see the wetness in them. He didn’t think he’d ever seen Valerie cry before. He reached out a hand to comfort her, stopped, and pulled it back before he touched her. Whatever reason she was here, it wasn’t for comfort from Phantom.

“What… What do you want from me?”

She glared at him again through her tears. “I need you to help me stop being a ghost. Since it’s your fault anyway.”

“How is it my fault?”

“You started this whole ghost hunting thing for me!”

“You started that all on your own! All I did was try to stop Cujo from destroying stuff. And also fail at stopping him.”

“You’re calling the demon mutt by name and you still expect me to believe he’s not yours?”

“Well he kind of is now but he wasn’t then.”

“Whatever! That’s not even the point.”

“Then what—”

“You’re the only ghost I can trust, okay?”

Danny stopped mid sentence, open-mouthed. Valerie’s shout echoed through the sudden silence as her eyes widened as she covered her mouth with her hands. “You trust me?”

“I mean. Maybe. Sort of, kind of, a little. You know Danielle, at least, and she trusts you, and I think I’m the same thing as her, so you’re the most obvious choice. Is what I meant.”

“Wow. I have never seen someone backtrack so hard.” Danny couldn’t help the grin that grew on his face. Valerie trusted him! She knew, at least on some level, that he wasn’t a threat! Given that he felt like dancing and shouting for joy, he thought his smile was actually rather restrained.

“Oh, shut up! Are you going to help me or what?”

“I mean, yes, but—”

“Good, then let’s get going and get me deghosted.”

“Valerie—”

“I haven’t been able to sleep because I keep phasing through my bed at night and I’m terrified I’m going to fall through the floor into the apartment below.”

“Well—”

“I really, really need to not be a ghost anymore, you have no idea—”

“Valerie! I can’t make you not a ghost!” Danny hadn’t meant to shout, but he couldn’t let her get too far convincing herself that this was reversible, not her new normal that she had to learn to deal with. “It’s in your DNA now, and I’m not a geneticist or anything. I can help you control it. I can help you so you never use your ghost powers without meaning to, but I can’t make it go away. You’re half ghost now. Do you get that?”

He half-expected Valerie to shout some more, maybe to storm off and not come back this time, but instead Valerie hugged her knees to her chest and cried. “Yeah,” she said, holding back a sob, “I was worried you’d say that.”

Danny sighed and dropped down next to her. He could feel the ghostly cold coming off her, see the unnatural glow of her ghostly white hair, hear the sob she couldn’t lock up anymore. “It’s not all bad,” he says. “Flying is cool, and it can be fun to go through the walls and all. You can get control, and it can be fun.”

“How would you know? You’re a ghost, but I’m a ghost and a human. It’s not the same thing!”

“I know Danielle, though. Trust me, she’s doing just fine as a half-ghost.”

“Sure, after she nearly melted.”

“That had more to do with her being a clone.”

“A what?”

Danny winced. “You know what? That’s a whole other can of worms to unpack later. The point is: you’ll be okay. I know it’s scary right now, but you really can beat this. And if I know you at all, you will.”

Valerie sniffed, snorting back some of the snot that had formed as she cried. She huffed a laugh. “Are you telling me to believe in myself and it’ll be okay?”

“Maybe. Is it working?”

“Maybe.”

They sat there on the hillside for a long moment. Valerie wasn’t crying anymore at that point, but she still looked a mess, dozing off into her arms then jerking herself back awake.

“Go to sleep, Val,” Danny said. She stared at him through one bleary eye. “I’ll stay here until you wake up.”

Valerie nodded. “And then we get to work?”

“And then we’ll get to work.”

Danny didn’t move as Valerie drifted off into light snores, or as her head tipped to the side and landed on his shoulder. After an hour had passed, his own head dropped down onto hers and he closed his eyes, welcoming in the sleep.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #valerie gray #gray ghost #my fic #my writing #bug posts #again sorry about the lateness it is simply my failure as a human being

[alltoolewis]

30 with lando pls

"Ride me."- Lando Norris.

Summary- you and lando celebrate his highest placing poduim after you comfort his nerves before the Italian grand prix....

Words- 1808...

(Warnings- Alot of fluff & smut! 18+! You've been warned!)

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You couldn't believe how quickly it all flew by. It felt like just yesterday when you met him... you the new photographer for McLaren, who didn't have a clue about F1, moving away from everything you knew to travel round the world taking pictures of cars worth more than your credit card & him, the new rookie, who had so much confidence on the track but who had near to none when it came to speaking to women... until you came along & And now here you were... 3 years later, moved in together, traveling the world doing the thing both of you loved & what a better way than doing that together.

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Your hands trembled just looking at him pacing the room,you could tell he was nervous.. I mean who wouldn't be, starting P3 in one of the most anticipated races of the calendar....

"Baby your making me dizzy" you giggled,slowly making your way over to him as he reaches for your clammy hand.

"Im sorry" he sighed, leaning into your touch as you pulled him closer "just nervous... I mean with all the pressure of me and danny starting up the grid & McLaren not having the season they hoped for, its just getting to me.. and you-" stopping himself, he looked deep into your eyes and for the first time you could see the panic and fear glossing his eyes like smoke...

"Im what baby?" You whispered, gently tracing your fingers though his newly combed locks, an action that you knew relaxed him...

"Your here..."

Confusion washed over you gently let go of him, taking a step back to watch his new fear wash over him..

"I can stay back here lando... if I'm the one making you nervous... I'm sure they wont mind me sitting out on this one, they have so many talented photographers, they won't miss m-"

Put of nowhere lando pulled you closer, locking your lips with his, taking all the unnecessary words out of your mouth.

"I'll miss you" lando mumbled against your lips, before pulling away pushing your forehead against yours...

"Your not the issue baby.. its just I know how dangerous this track is & I just don't want you to see anything that you shouldn't.... I couldn't cope with mysel-"

This time is was you to interrupt him, lifting up his chin to meet your.

"Lando I know the drill.... its not my first rodeo baby, every race is a dangerous one... I knew what I signed up for the minute I started falling in love with you & guess what... I dont regret one bit & you know why...?"

"Why?" He whispered, voice full of uncertainty.

"Because you.." you sighed, locking your lips with him again "are the best driver on that grid and you I've never been more proud of anything or anyone in my life.... your gonna be okay... and im gonna be right there for here for you, together forever eh?" You say, smirking as you see his face light up at your words, reaching out for your outstretched hand, locking your fingers as he repeated your words..

"Together forever"...

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"How many more laps left??" You sighed, hands beginning to tremble as you looked at the monitor, lando dropping down to 6th after his pit.

"26" zac sighed as he sat next you, placing a hand on your knee "hes doing well you know.... he a supers-"

However zak never got to finish his praise as gasps fill the garage, looking up to see Max's car ontop of Lewis's. Heart skipping a beat as you realised just how close it was to being lando...

"I have to go- I... what if it was him.. he was so close to them he was only a second away... what if" you whispered all the possible scenerios as tear filled your eyes, causing zac to pull you closer...

"Listen... you can't live your life with what ifs (y/n).. it could of been him but guess what it wasn't andd look where he is know!" He smiles looking up at the monitor just as lando overtakes Charles, reaching p2.

"I mean you could leave... but Together forever I heard?" Zac smirks as he places a headset on your knee as he gets up to get back to his place... "just in case you want to pop in and check up on him... you stresshead"

As the lap count increased, so did your heart rate, as you seen lando still at p2 with 1 lap to go and a 2 second gap between him and perez. Hands hesitating to pick up the headset that remained on your knee like a safety blanket. Only picking it up as the mclaren garage erupts in applause, not only has lando picked up his highest ever poduim but Daniel won!

'Lets fucking go lads' lando screeches as you place the headset on, zac giving you a little nod, letting you know you can talk to him.

"Baby" you whisper through the mic, voice trembling with pride and emotion.

"(Y/n)!!! We did it! We fucking did it!!" Lando screams as he makes his way to the last corner..

"We lando?!? I didn't do anything but hid behind zac the whole time" causing lando to chuckle before the set goes dead and the garage yet again erupts... letting you know the mclarens have parked up.

Lando was the first one out, immediately running over to zac and the rest of the team, and although you could tell he was ecstatic, apart of you knew that he was gonna be disappointed about not getting p1... but he's a team player & at the end of the day thats all that matters.

After the hugs from the team, it was your turn to be pulled into your sweaty boyfriends arms, in the biggest bear hug you've ever been given.

"I'm sooo proud of you baby" you whisper, running your hand through is wet locks. Tears welling your eyes for what felt like the 50th time today.

"I love you so much" he screamed, picking your feet of the ground as he twirled you around, so fast you would of sworn he would of got the fastest lap!

"And by the way" he smirks, locking your lips with his "theres no me without you...."

However your sweet moment was inturpted as you get rudely pulled away from eachother by a certain ecstatic Australian....

"Alright love birds, plenty of that later" grabbing lando by the shoulders, pushing him towards the poduims "continue that later please, me and loverboy here have a shoey to do"

Your heart melts as you hear landos laugh, even from 10 meters away, but nothing made your race more than seeing him mouth the words anyone would dream about hearing.....

"Cant wait too rip them clothes off".....

And by lord did he keep his promise, not even being able to close the door before your 'mclaren 4' tshirt was pulled from your body.

"Ive been dying to do this from the moment I crossed that line" lando groaned as he pushed against the wall, using all his last energy, locking his lips with yours. Tounges fighting for dominance as he unhooks your bra, throwing it carelessly across the room.

Before you knew it you thrown on the bed, just as carelessly as your long forgotten bra.

"How the fuck did I get this lucky" lando moaned as he hovers over your already shaken body, eyes gazing over your bare body, filling with not only with lust but love....

Sitting up you, you lock your lips again....

"I should be saying that too you.." you mumble against his mouth, flipping your body ontop of his as your hands trace down his bare chest.

"Ahh taking in charge I see" he smirks, throwing his arms at the back of his head, as your unbutton his belt, seeing his hard cock push against the poorly made cotton.

"Only the best for my champion" you whisper, pulling down the last layer before getting to work. Lips locking over the tip, as you look straight in his eyes, making sure he can see the collection of pre-come of your tounge as it traces on his tip.

"Fuck doll..." lando wheezed as your hand goes up and down his shaft, his hands pulling your hair back as you take him deeper down your throat. His groans filling the room as your eyes welled up for a different reason this time as you feel his tip against the back of your throat, however you didnt have time to enjoy your meal for any longer as he pulls you away. Leaning down, he latches your lips to his, moaning as he tastes himself on your tounge.

"Dont want to finish in your mouth"

Laying back down, throwing one of your legs over his waist causing you to straddle him....

"Ride me." He demands, and like the good girl you were you took no time to fulfill his needs. Pulling out a condom from under the pillow he wa layed on..

"Dont judge me.. i knew this was gonna happen"

Lando chuckled as you slipped the condom on him, positioning yourself before sinking on him, Causing both of your breaths to hitch...

"Fuck (y/n)... how the fuck are you still this tight after 3 years of fucking you" lando moaned as your hips start to rock against his waist, finding your familiar rhythm as his hands find your waist. The sound of skin slapping could only be heard, as you allowed him to fill you up.

"Fuck lando" you yell throwing your hand back as he places his hand on your clit, matching the rhythm of your hips "dont stop" you scream as he picks up the pace.

Using his free hand to continue guiding your hips on his cock, pushing his hips up to meet yours.

Moans filled the air, both of you knowing full well that the rest of the mclaren could hear your 'private celebration' however neither you seemed to care as your screams filled up the room.

"Im so close" you sigh as lando continues to meet your hips half way, leaning down to meet his lips.

"Me too baby... fuck me too"

Without out any more warnings, lando let go, feeling his seed fill up the condom that was still thrusting inside you.

"Come on baby let go" lando yelled, hand moving faster against your clit as he, attaches onto your sensitive tits. Something that he knew could bring you to cum hust on its own...

"Fuck!!!" You scream as the pleasure washes over you, collapsing on his chest as you both tried to catch your breath.

"I love you so much" he whispered as he pulled your swollen lips into one last kiss..

"I love you too lando" you whispered back, leaning back into his chest as he begins to comb his fingers through your hair, a action that after 3 years of love he knew would instantly put you to sleep... and like everything that boy does, he never fails...

#lando norris #lando norris blurbs #lando norris blurb #lando norris imagine #lando norris smut #alltooNSFW!

[fourmula1]

sucktember day 27: slick

(previous days)

daniel/max. 725 words. a/b/o dynamics but sfw. hurt/comfort-ish. cw: depression and medication. tenderly dedicated to @33max.

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“I’m sorry,” Daniel says, embarrassed and curling in on himself. He pulls away from Max’s beautiful naked body, nudges Max away and closes his legs, reaches for the sheets to cover himself up.

He’d wanted to. He’d wanted to so badly. He’d kissed Max and let Max get them naked, grinding up against each other. He could feel Max so hard and big against his hip, but within himself there was... nothing.

“Daniel, it’s okay,” Max tells him, because he’s Max and he’s patient and gentle and kind always.

Daniel wants to be able to sleep with Max. His mate. He wants to be close, to feel that intimacy, to re-strengthen their bond when Max knots him.

But since he started the meds…

Side effects may include: decrease in sexual function, among other things.

He can’t get wet. He’s never experienced this. His sex life had been casual and easy before Max, and intense and intimate with Max. Never a problem.

Now, his depression is less vivid but his body can’t do what it’s made to do to be intimate with his alpha. Can’t produce the slick necessary to take Max inside him.

It makes Daniel’s inner omega want to curl up and die. He’s depressed and no good at taking care of Max, and now he can’t even let Max fuck him because the meds to mitigate his depression have killed his arousal centers.

He’s a failure of a driver, a mate, an omega.

Daniel covers himself up, turns his back to Max, curls up in their bed and laughs bitterly at the tears that leak from his eyes. He can cry, but not get wet for his alpha. Incredible. Hilarious.

“Daniel,” Max says again, shifting closer to Daniel, reaching to stroke through his hair. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault,” he says.

Max has been patient and understanding and supportive but Daniel’s not sure how much longer he’ll do it for. Daniel hardly wanted to let Max touch him before – too depressed and exhausted all the time to let him - and Max never pressured him, never expected it. Had to have been jerking off a ton in private so Daniel wouldn’t feel even worse. And now that his mood is slowly improving and he does have the desire, his body can’t do what he needs it to.

Great.

Humiliating.

“I’m sorry I’m such a bad omega,” he finally says, swallowing thickly and reaching up to wipe his eyes. “You didn’t sign up for any of this when – when we mated,” Daniel finishes. He’d understand if Max wanted to break the bond, however painful it would be. Daniel’s out of a job next year, he doesn’t take care of Max, doesn’t nest for them, doesn’t have sex with Max, can’t even entertain the idea of pups with how bad he feels all the time even though his year off would be the perfect time to do it. It’d be understandable if an alpha wanted to leave.

“I did, Daniel,” Max says. He gets under the covers and slides his arm around Daniel, tugging him back against his chest. “We’re mated. Whatever happens, I signed up for. I love you, we’ll get through this,” he tells him. He’d been supportive of Daniel getting on anti-depressants; had gone with Daniel to fill his first prescription even. Brought Daniel a glass of water and a piece of toast to take his first pill. He’d read the instructions to take it with food.

Daniel sniffles in Max’s arms, closes his eyes again, and sighs. It’s quiet as Max cuddles him, letting him take the time he needs.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, one more time, unable to help himself. He feels so vulnerable. Most of him believes Max won’t break their bond, but that tiny niggling part inside of him – in his broken sad brain – worries.

“I love you,” Max tells him, presses a kiss to Daniel’s bare shoulder. He shifts up, grazes his teeth lightly over Daniel’s mating mark, sends a shiver down Daniel’s spine when Max bites down gently, just enough to remind Daniel – remind his body and brain and heart and soul – that he loves him.

Daniel sniffles again, but this time rolls over into Max’s chest to be scented by him. It’s comforting. Finally. Max smells like cedar and honey and love.

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[21burritoseavey]

Hey love!

Hope you’re doing good.

I have cute idea where y/n is having a bad day then she goes to Daniel house and she ask Christian where is Daniel he tells her he is in the studio and Daniel was live on ig but y/n thought he playing piano and recording himself so she sat on his lap , he panicked because they were still a secret and he wanted his relationship private.

I hope that’s not to crazy

Hey! I’m doing great and I hope you are too. thanks for requesting!

Secret Relationship (d.s)

a/n: k just pretend that the background of that photo is the studio lol. I will most likely do a little pt.2 for another request I got:) if you want other scenarios or anything let me know cos this was fun lol. enjoy!

It was fair to say Y/n was having a bad day. The morning rose and fell as quickly as the leaves fell from the autumn trees outside, but once it was time for the sun to descend, the hours couldn’t have inched past any slower, crawling in one by one as she worked quietly behind the wooden desk after school.

It was 4:56pm when she glimpsed over at her lock screen to realise, she had an hour left before the library would close for the day. The school building was quiet at that hour. Most people were revelling in the joys and relief the weekend had graciously brought and only the janitor was seen wiping down the windows in the distance.

She could barely keep her eyes open as she wrote down the last of her notes. Her fingers ached after scrolling through the pages...and documents...and slides on her laptop and her brain went practically numb from all the letters and numbers she’d stared at. The unsteady pile of books beside her was not helping either. All those thoughts of work had her craving her boyfriend’s presence. She just wanted one of Daniel’s hugs at that point. The warmth of his strong arms wrapped around her and the comforting beating of his tender heart right against her ear. Every aspect of Daniel’s affection was practically engrained in her mind. The thought of being with him squirmed in the back of her mind, tugging at her heartstrings until she finally sighed and closed her books. She tucked her belongings into her backpack and made her way out of the library - after giving the quiet librarian a wave - and across the campus.

Y/n found herself standing behind the Seavey’s front door. She knocked a couple times and heard the door handle rattle after a moment. Christian slowly came into view as the door creaked open.

Y/n cracked a gentle smile. “Hey, Y/n,” Christian moved to the side to let her walk through. “How’re you doing?”

“I’m okay, thanks for asking.” She replied. “And you?”

Christian noticed how Y/n’s shoulders slumped as she walked and the subtle frown playing at her lips, but he kept his thoughts to himself. “I’m great, just finished a self-tape.” He sat on the couch nearby.

“That’s great.” Y/n yawned. She’d come over to the Seavey’s house many times before so making herself comfortable was never an issue. Her blanket was tossed in the corner of the sofa, and she reached an arm to pull it towards her. Christian chuckled lightly as she plunked herself down and closed her eyes. The quiet of the home allowed her to enjoy some well-deserved rest. Only some, because in minutes Kobe was scampering down the hall and jumping into Y/n’s arms.

“Oh my God!” Y/n lifted herself up again and pet the excited dog as he licked her. She turned towards Christian again with Kobe shuffling further into her chest. “Is Daniel home?”

Christian looked up from his phone. “Yeah, in the studio.”

Y/n sent him a quiet ‘thank you’ before she was jumping out of her seat and rushing outside, across the patio. Kobe was quick at her heels.

Y/n had slowed down once she reached the door. She pressed her ear against the cold surface and listened in. The faint sounds of Daniel’s piano playing had sailed along the studio and seeped through the small gaps of the door, dancing with the steady breeze.

The soft, bell-like melodies emitting from the piano had smeared an unmistakable grin on Y/n’s face and she let her hands twist the doorknob quietly to not send Daniel out of his playing. She could sense his happiness from a mile away and today was no different. He was doing the very thing he loved after all.

The heart fluttering sight of him in an oversized, grey hoodie had her shoulders untensing and her face softening. “Hi,” She greeted. She trudged over and rested her palms on his shoulders from behind. His phone leaned against the music rack, with comments and questions gradually moving upwards beside little floating hearts. The live Instagram broadcast on his phone remained totally invisible to the young, tired girl. Daniel was hardly able to utter a warning before she draped her legs across his thighs to sit on his lap.

He couldn’t contain his nervous giggles as she hung her arms over his shoulders, “Hey, b-...Y/n.”

“Hi,” Y/n replied. She nestled her head into his chest and even clutched Daniel’s arms to rest around her waist. The Instagram live played on as the young couple rested together on the bench. Daniel kept his arms wrapped tightly around his girlfriend despite his heart’s intense beating.

He looked towards his phone screen again. “She’s just giving me a hug.” He reassured the viewers the best he could. He knew no one was buying it though. The comments were brimming with heart-eye emojis or excited comments in all caps.

Daniel peered down at his girlfriend, tucked comfortably and unbothered in his arms. “Just a really long hug.” He nodded towards the screen again.

Y/n went out like a light. She was perfectly content cradled in her boyfriend’s loving embrace, already drifting into a peaceful drea-

“Y/n.” A sweat broke over Daniel’s forehead. He snatched sneaky glances towards his phone before trying again, “Y/n!” He whispered sharply through the warm toned room.

“What?” Y/n mumbled quietly. She rubbed her eyes to spread her consciousness further.

“People are watching.” Daniel jerked his head towards the phone screen in front of them.

Y/n snapped her head to look at his phone propped up against the music stand. “Oh! Ri-right.” She shifted off Daniel’s lap quickly. He tried to wear a smile for the audience in his phone that were very much engrossed in the situation. Y/n dropped her gaze to the floor and picked at her nails. “I’m just...” She flung her arm to gesture towards the door, “gonna go.” Y/n’s nervous words were barely heard through the room and Daniel’s expression faltered as he watched her stride off for the living room without a second glance.

He felt terrible. He fought the urge to run after her and make sure she was okay, merely spinning back around to face the screen. “Okay,” he said breathily, pressing the keys harshly to produce a muddled mess of notes. He didn’t feel like playing anymore.

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Daniel dragged his feet out of the studio towards the living room. He noticed Y/n sitting on the couch during the rest of his livestream and desperately wanted to make sure she was okay. Outside, the sunset bloomed beautifully, setting the sky ablaze with soft colours as Kobe played quietly on the patio. He ran towards the main house as Daniel slid open the door.

Y/n gave him a quick upward glimpse before lowering her eyes again. But then she looked up again, noticing his usual soothing smile replaced with a long frown. “You okay?” She asked softly.

Daniel fell back onto the sofa with a deep huff before glancing at her. “No. I’m sorry you had to leave like that.”

Y/n chuckled, “It’s okay.” She shuffled closer to him. Her body was angled slightly towards his and she dragged an arm to rest across his shoulders. Daniel moved to rest in between her crossed legs, and he rested his head on her chest. “We both want our relationship to be private, so...it’s okay.” Y/n consoled with a giggle. “I think your fans are suspicious now though.” She let a smirk tug at the corner of her lips. Daniel raised his eyes to meet her sparkly eyes.

“Oh, they’re definitely suspicious now.” Daniel took her hand away from his shoulder and entwined their fingers in a loose grip to kiss her knuckles. He cupped her face with his other hand and kissed her lips strongly. Y/n sighed pleasantly into it, finally feeling that relief she’d been waiting for all day. That reassuring affection that pulled her into a wave of warmth and comfort. They silently enjoyed the love that danced through their bodies and in between them for a few long moments.

Daniel pulled back and intertwined their fingers again. “It won’t be like this forever, Y/n.”

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