#i hope ferrari are regretting their decision

[gracecantdopoetry]

CARLOS SAINZ THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #f1 #formula 1 #australian gp 2024 #ferrari #NO APPENDIX MAKES YOU AERODYNAMIC #scuderia ferrari #i didn’t want to post about my interests here but whatever it’s Carlos we’re talking about #smooth operator #let him cook #that hair should be illegal #it’s like magic #i hope ferrari are regretting their decision #i swear I’ll wake up at 5am every day for the rest of my life

[cherry-leclerc]

true temptation ☆ cl16

genre: sainz!reader, humor, nnn (mommy, i can explain), smut, fluff, whipped!charles, established relationship

word count: 2k

Your boyfriend makes a decision to participate in NNN, but immediately regrets it when he realizes just how difficult it is to stay away from you. 

nsfw warning under the cut!

18+...car sex, riding, fingering

req!... probably the longest drabble i’ve done so far, but i hope you all enjoy! 

“You’re never going to last.”

The Monegasque’ eyes challenge you as you stand there unimpressed, hands on your hips. It had all started with him barging in on you and calling an ‘emergency couple’s meeting’.

Pacing the room, he goes back and forth, mumbling slowly, as if creating a plan up in his head. As far as you’re concerned, he was never going to actually do it. The man was obsessed with you. 

“Have a little faith in me,” he groans, hands brushing his hair back in despair. 

His so called - ‘emergency’ -  was that he would be taking part in No Nut November. No kissing. No sex. 

Or anything remotely related to it.

Walking up to him, you pat his chest. His hands find their way down to your waist, doe eyes staring back up at him.

“I will… But I’m going to make your head spin.”

-

He started off strong. He even felt a bounce in his step when he entered Ferrari Hospitality; he swore he felt like he was walking on sunshine. 

“You’re actually doing it?” 

Joris, too, had no hope for his friend. He had seen the way the green eyed boy would cling onto you as if it were the only thing he knew how to do. The way he talked about you, even when you weren’t around. 

“Oui. Why? Do you not think it’s a good idea?”

His friend tilts his head to the side as he thinks about it for a minute. “Not sure. All I know is that your and Pierre’s bet on who can last longer is never going to end up good. You can’t even go a single second without kissing her!”

“He said he could last longer than me? I have to prove him wrong….” His mind slips over to the last part. “I can live without her kisses for a month. It’ll be fine.”

The Ferrari driver makes his way to his team, properly analyzing what faults his car had and how he can make the best out of it. Frustrated, Charles rubs his eyes. 

“I will do the best I can, but I can’t promise a podium. Not with a car like this.”

Taking notes, Xavi nods as he walks away. “Hi, Xavi!” The sound of your voice instantly makes him ease up as he searches for you. His jaw goes slack.

“What are you wearing?”

Smiling wide with eyes crinkled, you rush over to him. “It’s only a dress.”

But it wasn’t just a dress. He knows you did it on purpose, wearing the little black dress he had last fucked you in. It’s the way it fans your thighs as the wind gently teases anyone passing by. 

“You’re supposed to be on my team. Are we really going to let Kika and Pierre win?”

Rolling your eyes, you tippy toe, naturally about to kiss him, but stop yourself before you do. He frowns. 

“You are sooo right!” You comedically screech as you slap your hands against your cheeks. “I do want us to win! Forget the kiss, my mistake.”

He chuckles darkly, shaking his head. 

“You’re a fucking nightmare.”

-

He’s a week in and he’s finally starting to lose his grip.

“You’re sweating buckets, mate,” Daniel points out as he lets out a loud laugh, doing a muppet dive. Charles unbuttons his collared shirt. 

“It’s the heat, it’s the heat.”

The Aussie furrows his eyebrows and he raises a hand up to feel the air. Light breeze. Shivering, you strut over to your boyfriend. 

“Can we leave? It’s getting too cold.”

And he hates the way that dress clings onto your body, your figure being completely shown off. Nothing but dirty thoughts have entered his mind from the moment he first saw you. 

“Sure.”

Kicking off your heels, you throw yourself onto the bed, face first. Shooo tirefff, you mumble against the sheets. He purposefully takes a seat across from you, knowing he’d be tempted to cross the line if he didn’t. 

Tossing over, you reach out for him. And he’s about to turn you down, but he notices the way your nose is painted pink - your cheeks, too - and soft, tired eyes meeting his. His heart melts at the sight. So, he reminds himself that a hug with his girlfriend is nothing bad.

Climbing onto his lap, you dig your face into his chest, short dress riding up. He physically has to stop himself from letting out a loud moan. Instead, he traces his fingers up and down your spine. You shudder.

“Are you sure we can’t fuck, Charlie?”

Right there, is his breaking point. He’s ready to kiss you, finger you, eat you out, fuck you, anything. But you giggle teasingly as you pull back, a wicked smile drawn. 

“Whoops. Never mind.”

-

He’s known you wouldn’t make this easy on him. It’s almost as if you’ve made it your mission to screw with his head - and while he would normally love it - in this case, it was killing him.

Dance with me, you would beg him and you sway in front of him. It was a rare moment of it just being you two, so naturally, you took advantage of it. You showered, did your skincare, watched a movie, but the moment you heard Sparks by Coldplay echoing from his phone, you immediately jumped up like a bunny.

Then, his heart would melt, and melt, and melt - and melt some more. It would only be a reminder of what a perfect match you both were. He would memorize your face once again; no makeup, eyebags due to long travels with him, a small cut on the bridge of your nose from earlier when Lando had accidentally hit you with his frisbee, pink lips he so desperately missed. 

He would oblige, the way you knew he would. He found home within you as you would both sway, your feet on top of his as he would lead you both, you having to do nothing but close your eyes and feel his heartbeat. And it was so sweet to know that it was only yours.

I love you, he would remind you as if he didn’t already tell you a million times before. As if it were a way to make up for all this. And you would say-

“I know.”

-

“How are you keeping up?” 

The Frenchman smiles proudly as he takes a sip of water. “I’m actually doing fine. You?”

Charles gulps, green eyes following to where you stand next to Kika.

“Good.”

-

“It’s actually not that hard.” 

Kika and you had been touching up on your boyfriend's challenge. She would say it as if it were the easiest thing. You slump against your chair.

“That’s not fair… Mine has the most beautiful face ever!”

“Hey!”

You squeal as she aims a pillow at you. I’m sorry! The Portuguese laughs too, sticking her tongue out. You sigh. “I do miss him, though.”

“Yeah…”

“Have we seriously just been talking about how horny we are?”

“Don’t say it like that!” She bites her lip. “We have.”

“Why did they ever think this was going to be a good idea?”

Propping her arm against the table, she beams. “It’s not, but I heard from Pierre about how much Charles is struggling.” You groan.

“Yeah, well that’s nothing but his own fault.”

-

It’s now been 2 weeks and he’s already given up. His pleads were convincing. 

C’mon, baby. Let me fuck you.

It’s been too long. I miss the way you taste.

But you stood your ground. 

“No, no, no.” You shook your head, running away. Seeing Carlos, you hide behind him. “You brought this onto yourself! Now you’re just going to have to deal with it.”

Confused, Carlos questions you both on what you’re talking about. It’s just that your sister won’t let me-

“Stop! That’s my brother!”

The Monegasque shrugs as Carlos turns to you. What is he talking about? Your face burns up as you brush him off. “Nada, nada - he’s just being a jerk.” And so, he believes it and walks away, too tired to deal with any of it.

 You let out a squeal when Charles plunges towards you. He picks you up, carrying you to his motorhome.

“Let go!”

Dropping you onto his small bed, he stares down at you like a lion salivating over their prey. You suppress a whimper, clamming your legs shut. He raises a brow.

“You’re telling me you don’t want the same thing I do? I promise I’ll do it just the way you like it.”

Closing your eyes, you can picture it. You can feel him already, pressed up against you. You do want it, you do. Opening your eyes, you shake your head. 

“Just two more weeks to go.”

-

“We lost.” Taken aback, you snort. What do you mean? Your friend blushes before dragging you to the corner. “I mean that last night Pierre and I went out for dinner and one thing led to another and-”

“Okay, okay, I caught on!”

Giggling, she shimmies her shoulders towards you. “What are you going to do?” You pout as you stare back blankly. She sighs. “I’m talking about you and Charles! I mean you both already won - you could do whateverrrr you want.”

Stuttering, you cough before saying, “You made it loud and clear, thank you very much.”

-

Shivering, you climb into the passenger's seat of his Pista as you thank him for opening and closing your door. As soon as he climbs in, he turns on the heater. The Monaco streets were lonely, everyone already in their homes, sheltering from the light rain that had picked up.

“You want to pull over?”

You sound so sweet asking that he almost thinks he’s hallucinating or that any second now you’re going to surprise him with a, just kidding!

But he quickly could tell you weren’t and he doesn’t want to let the moment slip away. Not when he’s been waiting for so long. Screw it if he lost.

Pulling over on the side of an isolated street, he hauls you onto his lap. You thank the universe for skirts. Pushing your panties aside, his long fingers slide against your wet folds. You let out a wail.

“Fuck, you don’t know how I’ve missed hearing you.” He slides two fingers in. “Feeling you.”

Dazed, you find yourself grinding on his fingers. Every single time they would brush against your g-spot, you would kiss him harder. He slips them out, bringing them up to his lips. 

And he moans in a way you’ve never heard before. So fucking sweet. Blushing, you lean in to kiss him. You can still taste yourself.

“Charles, please - do something.”

Never during your entire relationship has he ever fucked you as hard as he did that day. His grip on your waist hurt, but it hurt so good. His cock would continuously brush against where you needed him the most, so much so, he left you seeing stars. Drooling all over him, you hold onto his shoulders, bouncing up and down rapidly.

“So tight – So warm.” He chokes when you ground your hips deeper. “So fucking good.”

Then, he finishes inside of you. His fingers slide down to your clit as he rubs it. You finish with a loud cry. Kissing you one last time, he slaps your ass. You scowl playfully.

“Admit it - you’ve missed it, too.”

-

“Just a few more weeks and you would have won!” Pierre clicks his tongue before kicking his legs up against the table in front of him. Charles rolls his eyes.

“I’m never doing that again.”

Kika smacks the Frechman’s thigh. “You both lost, remember? Only, you did before him.” The Monegasque quickly springs up.

“You’re saying we won?”

“You’re acting as if this were the fucking Olympics, Cha.” You drag him by the arm to sit back down as he starts celebrating his ‘accomplishment of the year’.

“What are we clapping about?”

Your brother strolls over to an open seat as he opens up a water bottle. Hurriedly, you screech, “Nothing! Only that the season is almost over-”

“He’s yapping about how he won No Nut November, except, he didn’t. 2 weeks and fucking does not count.”

“You did what?”

Jumping up, Charles trips over his feet as he tries backing away from the angry Spaniard. “I think I forgot my phone! I’ll be right back!”

Chasing after him, your brother yells out, “That’s my baby sister, cabrón!”

#f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc f1 #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader

[gentlyweeps-world]

silver or red

summary: it wasn’t just ferrari who had to pick one.

warnings: cheating | suggestive tones

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader | carlos sainz x fem!reader

genre: self sabotage | two lovers

notes: oh boy am I excited for this!!

words: 1.1k

teaser

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

“Hey baby..” Lewis says with a grin, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you towards his chest, a sleepy- yet hot grin on his face.

“Morning Lew..” You say with a smile, letting him pull you in close.

Lewis let’s out a little chuckle and sigh, “Is it bad of me to say I don’t want the season to start?” He says, cuddling close into you.

You let out a hum, gliding your hands down his back, simply just feeling his skin. “No..not really..I think that’s normal” You say softly, “But I know you want to get back to racing..”

“Oh do I..” He chuckles, he wraps his arms tight around you, holding you tight, “I do, but right now, I would rather spend the day in this bed with you”

“I know Lew..I feel the same..” You say with a hesitant smile, he didn’t need to know now. It could wait. “But testing starts in a few days..”

“Is there not a way it could just.. wait?” Lewis asks jokingly, smiling and kissing you, “Testing will be there when we’re both rested”

“Hmm..that’s not very Lewis like..” You say with a chuckle, starting to detangle yourself from him. “It’ll be different this season- especially with your move to Ferrari..”

“But you’ll be there right?” He chuckles, as you dislodge yourself from him, “It will be different, but you’ll be there to make it the best.. or worst..I dunno..”

You take in a breath, this conversation felt weird, it felt off, it didn’t feel right. “Are you regretting your decision?” You ask, trying to push away from the subject of you being there with him.

A moment passes, Lewis thinks about the question and he’s silent for a beat, “I’m worried about it.. It’s a huge change for me, and I was comfortable with Mercedes but.. I just feel like it’s time for me to move on, to do something else, to push myself”

“That’s all that matters Lew..as long as you’re happy with the decision..” You say, throwing on a robe. “And hey..red looks good on you” You add on with a grin, not only thinking of him in red- but Carlos too.

He chuckles with a smile, a cheeky wink, “Yeah I suppose it does.. and I’m sure it’ll suit you as well when you’re visiting me” He teases, stretching out as he watches you slip into the robe.

You let out a soft sigh, a nervous smile on your lips, “Of course..”

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user6392 grow up

You walk into the Sakhir paddock with Lewis at your side, “How are you feeling?” You ask, lacing your fingers together.

“I’m feeling ready I think, a little nervous, a little excited” Lewis smiles, “How are you feeling?” He asks as you lace your fingers and he interlocks his fingers with you.

“I’m okay..” You say with a small smile, “I’ve missed seeing you race to be honest..let’s just hope this car is better than last years, yeah?”

“It’s supposed to be better, at least that’s what the numbers say, but that is still a long way from the real thing” Lewis smiles as you walk.

“I’ll need you in the garage this season, I want you there as a good luck charm, you know that right?”

“Yeah of course Lew..” You say with a smile, a sense of unease settling in the pit of your stomach.

“Good.” Lewis squeezes your hand, taking you back to the pits and the garage as you walk in. “Are you feeling ok? You seem off..” He asks, you notice his tone slightly change.

“Yeah I’m okay- I just need to uhm, make a quick phone call..” You reply with a small smile, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek and wandering off to a secluded spot, dialing an all too familiar number into your phone.

“Y/n..what do you want amor?” The Spaniard says, his voice sending shivers down your spine, something you had experienced with Lewis.

“I just- I needed to talk to you Carlos…needed to hear your voice” You mumble out, nervously glancing around, making sure no one could see or hear you.

“Hmm..are you missing me?” Carlos asks in that low, deep voice of his, his tone almost making you feel weak at the knees, your knees buckling slightly, “I’m sure you’re missing me”

“Carlos..” You mumble out, “I don’t know how I’m supposed to go through another season of this..”

“You could have both of us amor..but I don’t fancy Lewis like that..” Carlos replies with a chuckle, “Just sneak out to meet me later after free practice..”

“Alright I will..what should I tell Lewis?” You say, needing to wrap up the conversation.

“Lie, I don’t care what lie you tell him, just make sure you get out there to see me..” Carlos says, a voice as smooth as velvet, like honey.

“Okay..” You mutter out before hanging up the phone. You stuff your phone back into your purse, wandering off to go find Lewis.

You spot Lewis who is stood by the garage, leaning against the wall. He looks up as you approach. “Everything alright love?” He asks, a smile on his face still, you know deep down he knew something was wrong.

“Yeah- sorry about that baby..just some work things..” You say with a smile, lacing your fingers together. Maybe you could balance it out with having both of them..you didn’t need to make the choice yet.

“I know that face, you can’t lie to me love” Lewis chuckles, leaning in to kiss you softly, “So what was it? And don’t say work stuff”

“Lew I promise it’s nothing baby..I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise, now would I?” You say with a chuckle, pulling him closer towards you by his hand.

“Ok, but if you’re hiding something from me..you had better explain afterwards” He smiles, pulling you in closer to his body, “I don’t need any surprises..at least not bad ones..”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head off, just focus on racing right now..” You say with a reassuring smile, pressing a quick peck to his lips then pulling away.

Right now, having both was for the best.

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[vamossainz55]

hi bestie, thank you for tagging me <3

i think i speak for everyone if i say that we all need some cute carlos

❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜ + carlos sainz jr

summary: you should have known the invitation to collaborate with the Scuderia Ferrari was too good to be true (or the one where you regret saying yes to Ferrari Land)

a/n: not my favorite, feel like the transitions were not the best, but i hope you like it dom <3. wrote this w all my heart !!

part of my drabble party <3

hold tight, & don't let go — (cs55)

“Tell me again why I agreed to do this?” You’re shaking a bit, palms clammy and toes almost numb from the sense of dread that had been coiling in your stomach all morning. 

Your manager laughs, clearly unbothered by your distraught expression that was only getting paler by the second. The sounds of metal grinding against each other only makes your skin rise, you were definitely regretting your decision now. 

“Come on, you were excited about this yesterday,” She’s not wrong, you were in fact excited. How often could someone say that the Scuderia Ferrari team had invited them for a collaboration on their social media platforms? Not only would you be getting good promotion and money from the collaboration, but it was an amazing accomplishment for an account like yours who was still just starting to grow. 

You would’ve just been more excited if the venue wasn’t harboring one of the things you were most scared of; roller coasters. 

A part of you blames yourself, remembering the eager email you had sent out to the media team. ‘I’m open to do anything’ you had typed out excitedly, but now, looking at the itinerary you had been handed during a quick meeting you asked yourself whether you really were open to do anything. 

It’s the boldness of the letters, contrasting red against the rest of the schedule. You figure it’s because it’s the most important part of the day, but it’s still intimidating, almost taunting.

Roller coaster video with Carlos : A Get to Know Driver #55

You stare at the words, hoping that the universe would somehow change them. You’re so focused that you don’t even hear the footsteps coming from behind you. You almost feel light headed again, folding the paper in half before you’re pressing your hand against your eyes. 

“First time doing a collaboration?” The words are said jokingly, laced with an all too familiar accent that is impossible for you to not recognise. 

You slowly peek through your fingers, spotting his usual disheveled mane, and that’s the only confirmation you need. You lower your hand, his face slowly coming into view. 

“Hi, y/n.” You introduce yourself sheepishly, offering your hand out to shake. “Sorry- yeah. First time doing this.” You laugh nervously as Carlos takes your hand into his. He laughs, earnest and sincere and it somehow relaxes your shoulders as your nervous smile turns genuine. 

“Carlos,” He says back, giving you a firm handshake. He knows he doesn’t need the introduction, not when you were there to interview him, but he still does it, smiling at you before pulling his hand away. His eyes linger on you for a bit too long and you feel your cheeks flush slightly.

“How are you though? Excited?” Carlos asks, clearly trying to be friendly. It’s nice for him to ask, sweet even, but you can barely entertain a conversation when your stomach is twisting into knots. 

“I’m gonna be honest,” you murmur, “I’m terrified.” You spill, unable to hold your words back. Carlos’ eyes widen slightly. 

“Am I that intimidating?” He asks, and the words surprise you to the point that you have to let out a laugh. 

“No- you’re not intimidating.” You say, quickly slipping in an apology. “I’m scared to get on the ride.” The explanation seems to make sense to Carlos because his demeanor changes, his cheeks going red. 

“Ah right, shit.” He says, scratching the back of his neck. “Not to be rude, but, why did you agree to do it?” Carlos asks and you look at him with a feigned expression of insult. 

“Didn’t you say it yourself? When Ferrari calls, you answer.” 

—

Quoting Carlos seems to strike a chord with him because he does try his best to make you feel better. He grabs you a bottle of cold water, sits next to you, and you both end up talking about the interview, the questions you had been given to ask him.

You feel bad for him as you go through the questions, most being the overused generic ones; understeer or oversteer, day or night race, circuit or street race. You can tell he’s a bit bored as he tells you the answer. 

“What question would you add onto if you could?” Carlos asks curiously, knocking his shoulder into yours. You think for a moment in thought before speaking. 

“What are you scared of?” You ask curiously looking over at him. His brows perk up at the question before a smile plays at his lips. 

“Heh, haven’t thought of that actually,” Carlos says, putting his fingers to his chin. He’s in deep thought, but before he can ask the question you’re both being called over to be guided to the ride’s entrance. 

All the blood leaves your face as you get up, the nerves that Carlos had shooed away suddenly coming back. 

You both walk anyway, following the park’s worker. To your surprise Carlos holds the lower of your back the whole way, hand gently rubbing you soothingly. “You’re gonna be fine.” He smiles once you’re both at the platform. 

“We’re gonna have a test run first,” One of the people wearing a Ferrari shirt explains as the park’s worker helps you into your seat. Carlos slides next to you in your booth, handing you the cue cards for the questions you’d have to ask later. 

“Okay, ready?”  Carlos asks with a smile at you. You look at the tracks in front of you, heart leaping the moment the metal bar of the carriage clicks you both in place. Carlos’ leg is pressed against yours and you can hear the way the tracks click underneath you but you give him a nod. Your hand wraps around the metal bar, knuckles going white as the carriage begins to move. 

It’s slow at first, the carriage climbing up the hill. It’s not too bad, you’re far up but the scenery is nice, but the moment you start seeing the drop in the tracks you’re shaking again. 

“I’m scared. I’m scared.” You say, voice shaking as you look around, terrified when you realize there’s nowhere to go.

“Hey, hey,” Carlos says, his hand gently taps at your wrist, smiling. 

“You can hold my hand, if you want to,” He offers it with a soft voice. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” He says just as the carriage stops at the top of the rollercoaster. 

“Okay, but don’t let go.” You murmur quietly taking his hand. The track clicks and you’re hanging, about to drop down the hill. “Carlos,” 

He laughs softly before nodding. “I won’t let go, I promise.”

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[f1]

Ferrari team principal Mattia Binotto resigns after season of errors

Mattia Binotto has resigned as Ferrari team principal and will leave his post on 31 December following four seasons at the helm of the Italian team. Ferrari finished second in last season’s constructors’ championship, while Charles Leclerc ended the year as runner-up to Red Bull’s Max Verstappen in the drivers’ standings. But Binotto is moving on following a catalogue of Ferrari errors which dented Leclerc’s charge for the title. “With the regret that this entails, I have decided to conclude my collaboration with Ferrari,” said Binotto, who joined Ferrari in 1995. “I am leaving a company that I love, which I have been part of for 28 years, with the serenity that comes from the conviction that I have made every effort to achieve the objectives set. “I leave a united and growing team. A strong team, ready, I’m sure, to achieve the highest goals, to which I wish all the best for the future. I think it is right to take this step at this time as hard as this decision has been for me. “I would like to thank all the people at the Gestione Sportiva who have shared this journey with me, made up of difficulties but also of great satisfaction.” Ferrari said that a process to identify Binotto’s successor is “under way”. Reports in Italy earlier this month suggested Alfa Romeo team principal Fred Vasseur is in line to replace Binotto. At the time, Ferrari dismissed the report as “totally without foundation”. Ross Brawn, who has left his role as Formula One motorsport boss, was another name mooted to take over from Binotto. But the Englishman, 68, who helped to mastermind Michael Schumacher’s five consecutive world championships with Ferrari at the turn of the century, confirmed on Monday that he is retiring from the sport. Leclerc won two of the opening three races this year to provide Ferrari with hope they could end a drivers’ championship drought which stretches back to 2007. But the Monegasque took to the top step of the podium on only one other occasion following a series of mechanical and strategy errors. Ferrari chief executive Benedetto Vigna said: “I would like to thank Mattia for his many great contributions over 28 years with Ferrari and particularly for leading the team back to a position of competitiveness during this past year. “As a result, we are in a strong position to renew our challenge, above all for our amazing fans around the world, to win the ultimate prize in motorsport. Everyone here at the Scuderia and in the wider Ferrari community wishes Mattia well for the future.” via Formula One | The Guardian https://www.theguardian.com/sport/formulaone

#F1 #Ferrari team principal Mattia Binotto resigns after season of errors #Formula 1

[independentartistbuzz]

INDIE 5:0 - 5Q'S WITH GEORGE COLLINS

George Collins started out his musical journey from a young age, inspired by familiar influences and a fervent passion for songwriting.

Immersed in Charlottesville, VA's lively music scene, he forged important collaborations with esteemed musicians such as Carter Beauford and LeRoi Moore which lay the foundation for his burgeoning career.

Collins' deep admiration for The Dave Matthews Band adds a nostalgic hue to his narrative, evoking cherished memories of backstage camaraderie with band members. These shared moments undoubtedly hold a significant place in his artistic journey, reflecting a bond forged through mutual love for music.

Today, George Collins stands out as a seasoned singer-songwriter. With his critically acclaimed debut solo EP "Its Been a Long Time", which has already earned an international fanbase, Collins is now set to release his sophomore EP called "Songs for Grown Ups":

“These songs are written for anyone dealing with the challenges that come with being an adult, like getting older, managing long-term relationships, marriage, and parenting,” says Collins.  “I am bringing my life’s experience in a heartfelt way with the hope that I can touch others at similar places in their life journeys.”  

As well as music, Collins displays remarkable versatility as an artist, delving into diverse creative outlets including novel writing, screenplay crafting, and poetry. His ability to traverse these varied mediums speaks volumes about his artistic depth and ingenuity.

We caught up with George to find out more about his passion for all things music, his inspirations, and what fans can look forward to next:

Your journey from a successful corporate career to then focusing on your music is a big change. What inspired you to return to music after two decades, and how did you manage the transition? 

Twelve years ago, as I approached the age of 50, several factors encouraged me to make the transition from high finance (the “profit sector”) to being an indie musician and writer (what I jokingly refer to as the “non-profit sector”).  

I was a founding partner of one of the largest investment firms in Central Europe, and around the time I reached my fiftieth birthday our second fund was fully invested, so my partners and I needed to decide if we wanted to raise a third fund – which would mean another ten-year commitment, long hours, high stress, constant travel, etc. as I’d been doing for the previous twenty years. 

My wife was pregnant with our first child at the time, and I didn’t want to miss my daughter’s childhood and the experience of being a hands-on Dad.  

Around that time, I also had lunch with a good friend who had recently retired from a lucrative career in finance to spend time with his young family – he justified his decision by saying, “I can always make more money, but I can never make more time” (a line I stole for my song, “Stop the Sun”).  That remark kind of sealed it for me.  So I met with my partners and we amicably agreed on a smooth transition.

I had a wonderful career in finance and don’t regret a minute of it, but I’m happy I stepped out when I did and grateful that I had the means to do so.

I’d been a professional musician in my younger days, earned a Master’s Degree in Literature and used to do a lot of writing, and as I was turning 50 these creative urges started welling up in me after being dormant for some time, and I knew I had to listen to my inner voice and start playing music and writing again – this was another driving force in my decision to leave the world of high finance behind.

Some guys buy a red Ferrari and run off with a hot new girlfriend when they turn 50, but I decided to stay home with my young family and write songs and novels instead – and I’ve been extremely pleased with my decision.

Your songwriting is often described as deeply personal and introspective. How do you draw from your own life experiences to create such relatable and emotionally resonant music?

I’ve kept a diary of sorts since I was a young boy, and I’m always jotting down notes and reflections about my life as well my observations about the world around me and the times we’re living in.  I always carry a pen and small notebook in which I scribble down memorable quotes, cool words and phrases I read or overhear that I think might make a good subject or opening line or title for a story or song.  I only recently got a smartphone, and I’ve found that also works for recording whenever inspiration strikes.

In parallel with the constant note-taking is the distilling process, which requires time and privacy – two commodities that are increasingly scarce in my life these days, as the father of two young daughters!  I take a lot of long walks, and it is often during these solitary wanderings – even if it’s down a crowded city street – that I turn over these ideas (literary or musical) in my mind and they start to gel.

That’s where craft comes into play.  Whether it’s a song or a story, the sculpting and shaping is of paramount importance – the challenge is taking a rough musical or lyrical idea and recreating it into something that is not only meaningful to me but also relatable and resonates with other people.  At this point, it’s no longer about expressing my thoughts or feelings, but rather, I must invite the listener or reader in and they must make the song or story their own.  Striking a balance between the deeply personal and the widely universal is something I strive to achieve in every song or story I write.

Your upcoming album "Songs for Grown-ups" explores various facets of adulthood, from managing long-term relationships, balancing career with family life, to reflecting on life's journey. Can you share a bit about the creative process behind this EP and how these themes emerged?

In this age of TikTok, youth culture and limited attention spans, I wanted to write a set of songs targeted toward an older audience, exploring in a sustained manner issues related to family, parenthood, memories, regrets, and aging from a deeper and more mature perspective.

While still having the songs as full of hooks as a tackle box!

I'm all in favor of youthful passion and energy – I still remember my childhood and student years as if they were yesterday – but as I've grown older my respect has only grown for those artists who managed to stay alive and continue to tour with enthusiasm and produce powerful work: Bob Dylan, Paul Simon, Paul McCartney, Bruce Springsteen, Eric Clapton, The Rolling Stones, Pete Townshend as well as artists who are more my contemporaries such as Elvis Costello, Paul Weller, Neil Finn, and Dave Matthews.

The late Leonard Cohen also falls into this category – I saw him in concert in Prague when he was 80 and he sang with the passion of a man sixty years younger.

Older artists in other disciplines also solicit my admiration – Monet, Matisse and Picasso were creating some of their most compelling work in the final years of their very long lives, while Yeats's late poems are among his greatest.

And while I love the songs of modern pop tunesmiths such as Ed Sheeran and Harry Styles, I look forward to seeing if their music stands the test of time (I believe that it will).

I had the idea for the title pretty early on (inspired by Graham Nash's classic 1971 album, "Songs for Beginners"), so as I wrote and recorded these songs over the past few years, I knew exactly where they would fit in the overall scheme.  It's certainly not a "concept album" as commonly understood, but there is indeed a unifying theme or thread weaving its way through these tunes.  

Your music is often compared to iconic artists like The Beatles, Bruce Springsteen, and Elvis Costello. How do you approach incorporating these influences into your own unique sound, and what do you hope listeners take away from your music?

I listen to and am inspired by a wide variety of music – I love the melodicism of Tin Pan Alley and The Great American Songbook, the power and virtuosity of Led Zeppelin, the insightful lyrics of Paul Simon and Bob Dylan, the sophistication and jazz influences of Steely Dan, the pristine harmonies of CSN&Y, the pop sensibility of Squeeze and XTC, the clever wordplay of Elvis Costello, the passionate blues of Eric Clapton and early Allman Brothers, the Everyman perspective of Bruce Springsteen and Tom Petty – the list goes on and on.  

To me, the music of The Beatles combines and epitomizes all of these elements – no one can match them for the quality of their songwriting across a wide variety of styles and genres.

My earliest memories are of listening to The Beatles’ “Rubber Soul” in our basement when I was a little boy – so ever since I was four years-old I have been drawn to intelligent, well-crafted pop/rock songs with insightful lyrics that pack an emotional whallop – and that’s what I try to bring to my music.

What sets me apart from these great songwriters and musicians, perhaps, is that I am writing songs from a more mature perspective and so bringing the benefit of a lifetime of experience to my songwriting, as evidenced by the tracks on my forthcoming EP, “Songs for Grown-ups.”

Looking ahead, with the upcoming album, can you give us a glimpse into what listeners can expect from your new album and how it might differ from previous releases? 

I released my first EP, “It’s Been a Long Time,” in September 2022.  It has five tracks.  The follow-up, “Songs for Grown-ups,” has six tracks (plus a bonus track) and will drop in July 2024.  

My hat trick effort will be titled “New Ways of Getting Old” – I’ve just started recording the songs with the same producer and musicians I’ve worked with before (although two of the songs will have different producers), and I hope the first singles will be ready for release this autumn.

This collection of songs will be different from its predecessors in several ways.

First, it will be a full-blown album, with thirteen tracks – a Baker’s Dozen.  

While the tracks on my first two EPs covered a wide range of styles – from Pop Rock to Blues Rock to Americana Rock to Folky Jazz Rock, these new songs are even more varied, ranging from Hard Rock to Reggae to Acoustic Singer/Songwriter ballads, and everything in between.  There’s even a piano ballad as well as a powerful synth-driven soundscape with an infectious groove and distinct Peter Gabriel vibe.

I wanted to set myself the challenge of writing and recording a number of tunes that would reflect the wide range of genres I love and that have influenced my songwriting.  Early on in the songwriting process, I took as my model and was inspired by such classic Beatles albums as “Revolver” and “The White Album,” which embrace an incredibly diverse range of styles.

In another first, “New Ways of Getting Old” will feature a few songs that I’ve written with collaborators while on songwriting retreats in the past two years.  These co-writers have introduced new elements to my songwriting, but I believe that all the tracks will still be recognizable as George Collins Band.  

George Collins’ new album “Songs for Grown-ups” is set to be released soon so stay tuned.

Listen to his latest single "Scarred for Life" now:

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

first off, i would absolutely love to hear all of your thoughts! second, the beef between carlos and charles fans is actually insane. like omg we get it, you prefer one to the other, that doesnt mean that you talk so much shit about the other!! i feel like they just need to get over themselves, like im such a charles girl but like at the end of the day, i love seeing ferrari succeed. whether that is carlos or charles on podium, just be happy that your fav is actually finishing in points and isnt last. - 🏁 anon

exactly!! and i’m not sure why they’re pitting the ferrari boys against each other now more than ever, because carlos has only got 20 more races and then he’s going, so. f1 twt is crazy man, it’s a scary place sometimes lmao

okay so here are my driver thoughts, based on the actual driving and performances and not personalities/who I like best -

- red bull - i think rb would be silly to let checo go. I don’t feel very strongly about him as a person, but he’s proven time and time again that he can at least get close to max. we know no ones matching max’s level, so being close is the best you can do. checo has had wins and lots of podiums these past couple of years, and has proven that he can drive that car reliably with minimal mistakes. if I was rb, i’d be keeping him. there’s no way i’d trade a reliable driver like checo for danny ric i’m sorry but it doesn’t make sense

- ferrari - i fully understand why they’ve chosen to bring lewis on for 25, but there’s no way they’re not slightly debating their decision at the moment. carlos has been on the podium for 100% of races he’s started this year, and lewis hasn’t even finished top 5. yes maybe it’s the car etc etc but… there’s no way they’re not doubting their choice even a tiny bit. if lewis doesn’t prove himself quickly next year i think there are gonna be some regrets

- mercedes - I don’t know if they’re gonna be able to sign any of the big names. they say they have their eye on carlos, fernando etc but honestly they’re not a desirable team. no one wants to go to a team that’s struggling with the car and has been for years. no one wants to go to the team that’s fucked it all up for a 7 time world champion. alonso said himself the other day that it’d be a downgrade for him. they might sign kimi and try and teach and mould him into a senior driver. signing someone young and new might be their best bet honestly

- VCARB - GIVE LIAM LAWSON THAT GODDAMN SEAT. car issue or not, dannys career has taken a steep decline over the last few years. I just think we’re holding so many young racers back (lawson, doohan, drugovich) to keep the same older ones on the grid, even when they’re not performing. yuki is really shining this year so far, and he’s outshining danny massively. judging by his performances this year and last, I don’t think any teams are gonna want to sign mr ricciardo. if they didn’t want him after mclaren and he’d won in that car… why would they want him now?

- mclaren - obvs the papaya boys are going to be there together until at least 26, so no worries there. but… i hope there’s a car upgrade soon, because at the moment, that doesn’t look like a race winning car to me. it won’t happen (at least not for like 5 years at least), but… dare i say i’d love to see lando in a red bull 🤭. it’s obviously unrealistic but god imagine him in that rocketship of a car, with his talent… same with oscar!! I think if you gave those papayas a better car (it’s decent, don’t get me wrong), they’d be unstoppable

- I don’t think logan or zhou will have seats next year. not too sure about the haas guys… they’re weirdly actually doing okay at the moment. I think that williams seat will definitely be open, so it’ll be very interesting to see who slides into that.

- not sure where carlos will end up honestly. most probably sauber, because they’ll be audi in 26 and his dad has a lot of links there. but, I think he’ll really struggle in that car for 25, because frankly, it’s fucking terrible. I just hope he’s happy with wherever he ends up.

that’s all from me for now 😌 please let me know, my f1 girlies, what you think!! who’s going where? who do you want to go where? let’s talk about it <3

#murphanswers #murph talks f1 #🏁 anon #formula one #formula 1 #f1 #silly season

[hispipsqueak]

Hunger

Beel x F!Reader NSFW

Synopsis: After a chaotic week at the House of Lamentation, you need a night out and your favorite demon is there to accompany you in more ways than one.

A/N: Hello! Here’s another smut of my favorite demon brother. I just really like Beel and so this is some v self-indulgent content. As always, likes and shares are mighty appreciated <3 Also there is a mention of Beel lifting the reader up during this. I HC all the brothers as extremely inhumanly strong and big so they could EASILY lift anyone up regardless of size. I know some people may get uncomfortable with that, but we are inclusive in these parts.

Tags/TW: unprotected sex, drunk/tipsy sex, distracted driving, rough sex, demon sex, drinking, creampie, slight cumflation?

You woke up to the sound of fighting outside your door. 

  “Mammon, I know you took it. That’s LIMITED EDITION Ruri-chan merch, you scum!”

“I didn’t take ANYTHING! Why ya’ always accusin’ me?”

“Are you two going to keep fighting? I’m trying to get beauty sleep! I require at least 9 hours for my youthful complexion!”

“Ridiculous.”

“HEY! Don’t do that!”

“Tell him to give it back!”

“Or what?”

You grabbed your pillow and pressed it against your face. Living with the demons was an...experience, to say the least. You could still make out the muffled voices even through the soft fabric and let out a low groan. You threw open the door.

“Mammon, stop being an ass and give the figure back. Levi, keep your door locked. Asmo, your complexion is fine. SHUT UP.”

The boys stopped yelling and looked at you. It was rare for you to yell at them, but you were TIRED. They had kept you up half the night with pointless arguments and texts asking you to be on their side and you were exhausted from it.

Mammon was the first to speak.

“Yeah, you heard her. You guys keep trying to start fights and it’s exhausting the poor human.” He threw his arm around you, and you groaned. 

“You know what? You clearly don’t listen to me. It’s fine. But you’re gonna regret it. I can’t be so stressed all the time with this. I’m going out tonight. AND I DON’T WANT ANY OF YOU TO JOIN ME!”

Lucifer appeared out of nowhere and glared at you.

“That’s impossible. You know it’s too dangerous for a human to go out by themselves here. I’ll go with you.”

His stare was piercing into your soul, but you stood your ground. You fought the shakiness in your voice.

“No. I made it very clear. I do not want any of you to join me. Respect my decision.”

An audible gasp came from one of the boys. No one stood up to Lucifer. Sure Satan and Belphie argued with him, but coming from you? This was going to be interesting.

“You are not leaving this house without a chaperone. Now you can either stay in, or I will accompany you.”

You narrowed your eyes. And then an idea in the shape of an orange haired demon boy came walking down the hall.

“Fine. I’ll take Beel.”

The rest of the brothers began to protest.

“I’ll go!”

“No, me. She’s my human!”

“Seriously?? Beel?”

“ENOUGH.” Lucifer bellowed, silencing everyone. Before he could continue, you interjected.

“Beel will you go with me to The Fall tonight?”

Beel looked up from his bag of chips. His lack of situational awareness when he was focused on food was astonishing really.

“Of course MC, and we can grab dinner after too.”

You cocked your head at Lucifer.

“Then it’s settled.”

And with that, you turned back into your room and slammed the door.

-----

The night couldn’t come fast enough. You had been ignoring texts and knocks on your door all day from the rest of the brothers and you were ready to go drink, dance, and flirt the night away.

You didn’t expect Beel to do much of either but he was good company and you know he would get the best food in town. As you finished applying your makeup, you heard a knock at the door. Beel’s deep voice rang out.

“You ready, MC?”

You took another look in the mirror. Your black dress accented every curve of your body. The halter top showed off your shoulders and the keyhole cut showed off your cleavage. Your hair was loosely tousled and you spritzed a bit of perfume over yourself before heading to the door. 

“Yeah I’m—” Your voice caught in your throat.

Beel, the goofy, relaxed guy cleaned up WELL. He had a dark leather jacket over a white v-neck that accentuated his muscular figure. He had a few silver chains layered around his neck and a couple silver rings on his hands. He was wearing dark jeans and black boots and...fuck...he looked HOT.

You always knew Beel was attractive, but this...this was new. You had half a mind to cancel the night and drag him into your bed.

You turned away, to grab your handbag and hide your heated face and Beel took the opportunity to stare at you. He had always found you gorgeous, but knowing he was the lucky guy accompanying you to the club had him feeling some type of way. HIs eyes roamed your body and locked on every inch of skin exposed. He could feel his body heat up and when you finally had grabbed your stuff, he prayed you wouldn’t notice his apparent blush.

The two of you headed to his car, a shiny black Ferrari, and he opened the door to let you in the passenger seat. You could tell he had cleaned it, since the usual bed of snack wrappers that adorned the interior were gone. You smiled at the gesture and he waited until you were situated before closing the door and getting in on his side. 

As he drove to the Fall, you admired him. His body was massive and built and his hands, god his hands, looked so good gripping the wheel. You imagined what they would feel like wrapped around your neck or clutching the sheets —

“...I really think it would be cool!”

You blinked. 

“Sorry, I completely spaced out. What?”

He glanced at you and chuckled.

“You look like you’re thinking a lot about something. What’s up?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m just happy I get to have fun tonight.” You shot him a smile.

Beel blushed. “I’m happy I get to hang out with you.”

He pulled into the parking space and opened your door for you. As the two of you walked towards the entrance of the club, he could see a few demons checking you out. He pulled you close to him and wrapped his hand around your waist, before throwing them a dark look.

Your mind reeled. You pressed into him and could smell the spicy scent of his cologne. You hoped the dimness of the club and the thumping music hid how much your heart was beating. You flagged down a waitress for a shot of something and handed one to Beel. The two of you toasted before downing the glasses.

The sweet liquid electrified you and you could feel your body loosen. You looked at Beel to see him licking his lips. He grabbed two more glasses from a passing waiter and passed one to you. Another clink of the shot glasses and this time the drink was rich and fiery as it slid down your throat. As the two of you polished off more drinks, you began to feel restless.

You tugged on his hand, emboldened by the alcohol.

“Dance with me.”

He nodded and let you pull him into the sea of moving bodies.

You pressed yourself against him with your back to his chest. His hands were wrapped around you, gently but firmly pulling you into him. The bass drummed in your body and you threw your head back into him. The combination of alcohol and the crowd, not to mention his fingers sliding down your thighs made your body heat up and you felt so good. 

Beel leaned into you, tilting his head down. His breath tickled your ear, as his low voice whispered. 

“How do you feel, cupcake?”

“Good, so good.” you breathed out, not even sure if he heard you. He must have though, because he twirled you so you were facing him. You looked up at him through your eyelashes. His skin was flushed and he had a cute smirk on his lips. The flashing club lights cast a hazy neon glow behind him. Before you could stop yourself, you pressed your lips against his.

His mouth tasted sweet and warm. He deepened the kiss as his hands ran down your back, gripping at your ass. Your tongues danced in each other’s mouths and you dug your nails into his shirt, feeling the hard muscles underneath. You could feel his excitement press against your thigh through his jeans and you let out a soft moan into his mouth. 

Beel let out a pained groan. 

“I need you, right now.” he whispered into your neck, pressing hungry kisses down.

“Not here. Home.” you gasped out. While you weren’t against fucking in the club bathroom, Beel was the largest demon there and it would be plainly obvious if you tried to sneak in with each other.

He nodded and pulled your hand as you headed out of the building. You made your way to his car while he continued to kiss and suck on every bit of exposed skin. He pushed you up against the door of the black car and kissed you eagerly.

“Fuck...cupcake, you’re so delicious. Need more of you.”

You moaned. It was taking all of your willpower to not let him bend you over the hood of his car, but you resisted. 

“Take us home and then show me how much you need me.” You whispered into his neck, before leaving a soft kiss. 

As Beel drove, his other hand was gripping your thigh, dangerously close to your heat. You leaned over and kissed down his neck, leaving soft bites on the sensitive skin. He let out a low grunt, and slid his hand up your dress, running a thick finger across your clothed pussy. You were soaked and he could feel your arousal through the thin fabric.

You grinded against his hand, craving any bit of stimulation from him. He pressed his fingers against you, teasing your slit through your clothes. 

The car slowed in front of the House of Lamentation and he pulled his hand away. He turned to you and whispered.

“We have to be quiet.”

The two of you stumbled into the house, looking around for any of the other occupants. It was dark and silent. Beel pushed you against the heavy front door and kissed you deeply. You wrapped your hands around his shoulders as he lifted you up with your back against the door. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he continued kissing your lips, trailing down your neck and shoulders.

“Beel we should go. Someone might see us!” You breathed out, half delirious from how good his mouth felt on you.

“Good. I want them to know you’re mine.” he growled into your skin, leaving what was sure to be dark marks to explain away later.

“Lucifer will kill us.” You giggled, though your resolve was crumbling away with every kiss. Beel grunted, and then pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours. His amethyst eyes sparkled from the moonlight.

“Yeah, actually that is a pretty scary thought. Let’s go to your room.”

The two of you crept to your door, being extra cautious when you passed each brother’s room. As soon as you clicked the lock, Beel picked you up and easily tossed you onto the plush bedsheets. 

“Finally.” He growled, before pushing up your dress and pressing hot kisses against your thighs. You let out a soft whimper. He tugged at the thin lacy material covering you and you felt him smirk against you.

“So pretty.”

He slowly dragged them down and pressed his mouth against your folds. His tongue flattened and lapped at your cunt, eliciting a loud moan from you. He circled your clit with his tongue, before sucking it into his mouth. You clawed at the sheets. 

“Fuck...Beel please! Need you.”

He continued his delicious assault on your body, pressing his tongue inside you.

“You taste so good. Please cum in my mouth. Wan’ taste you” He mumbled into your pussy. You writhed against his mouth and you could feel your thighs tense up and attempt to close on him. He gripped into the soft flesh of them and forced your legs apart while he continued, pushing you closer to your release.

“Fuck...Beel! I’m gonna–”, was all you could muster before you felt the rush of your orgasm hit you. He groaned into your cunt as he guzzled you down.  Your eyes fluttered and you tried to push his head away.

“No...mine...so good.” He moaned hungrily. Your body shook against him.

“S’ sensitive, please…” you begged. Beel was the avatar of gluttony and you knew he could spend days between your thighs but you wanted him, all of him.

He pulled away, his face wet with your juices. His eyes were hazy and unfocused and he looked drunk on you. He pulled off his shirt and jeans before pushing you back into the soft bed. You took this moment to take a look at his cock and your eyes widened. Before you could panic, he was on top of you. His silver chains dangled off his neck as he towered over you and his hands held your wrists above your head. You gazed up at him and your breath hitched as he lined his cock up with your entrance. Beel was BIG and you knew it was going to be a tight squeeze. Sensing your hesitation, he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I’ll go slow and tell me if you need me to stop.” He looked at you waiting for confirmation. You nodded and bit your lip.

“Please…” you whispered and he pushed into you.

The stretch was intense and your eyes watered as he eased himself into you. But quickly the pain morphed into an intense pleasure. You felt every vein of his cock press against your walls and he stilled. 

“You okay, cupcake?” 

You nodded, and he pulled slightly out before slowly rocking back into you. You felt so full and started to buck your hips against him. He started fucking into you faster and you cried out as his cock hit the most pleasurable spots inside you.

“Fuck...fuck...fuck. So good! Feel’s so fucking good.” you moaned out as Beel slammed into you. You opened your eyes and noticed Beel had transformed into his demon form. His horns glinted in the light that streamed in from your window and your eyes rolled back. 

“So good. Squeezing me so tight...I wanted this so long. Let me claim you, MC. Make you mine.” Beel grunted as he fucked you into the mattress. You could feel his claws dig into the skin around your wrist and you squeezed your legs around him, pressing him closer into you.

“Yes...I’m yours! Please...fuck me, use me. I need you so goddamn bad!” you wailed, feeling your second orgasm of the night rapidly approach you. He kissed you hard and you tasted the desire on his tongue as you thrashed under him. You could feel the soft walls of your cunt clenching tighter against his cock and every cell in your body was on the edge of explosion. You felt stars dance behind your eyes and you gripped at his biceps, dragging your nails down across the lightly tanned skin.

“I’m gonna–gonna…” Beel grunted, his thrusts getting sloppier and faster. His breath was ragged and he pushed his cock as deep as he could. 

Your pussy clamped down around his cock and you arched your back from the sheets as you gushed around him. Beel’s eyes rolled back and he groaned as he shot his cum deep inside you. You could feel his hot cum spurt into your cunt and he gripped your shoulders tightly as he rode out his release. He slowly pulled out of you, before using two fingers to scoop the dripping cum back into your hole.

“So good. So full.” He mumbled. You looked down and could see the slight bulge from the amount of cum he had filled you with. You laid back down and sighed in satisfaction.

“Fuck that was amazing.” you whispered, suddenly aware of how loud the two of you had been.

He got up and pulled you against his chest, running his fingers through your hair.

“It really was. I wanna do that again.” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your head. You giggled and buried deeper in his chest.

“Maybe not tonight, but yes we will definitely do that again.” you mumbled into him, smiling as your eyes started to close. Before the both of you drifted off to sleep, your eyes widened.

“Beel!” you whispered, startling him awake, “We never got dinner!”

It was silent for a moment before the two of you burst into laughter. Beel grinned before softly speaking.

“It’s strange MC. When I’m with you, I don’t feel as hungry. It’s like another part of me is full.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. A soft smile danced on your lips and you kissed him, pouring as much love into the kiss as possible. You pulled away and buried yourself into the crook of his neck, and as your breath slowed and you fell deeper into sleep, Beel wrapped himself around you and let himself rest.

#beelzebub smut #beelzebub x mc #beel x mc #beel x reader #beel smut #obey me x reader #obey me smut #OBEY ME #obey me shall we date

[dirtydobrik]

habits - d.d.

plot: a late night voicemail from you ex-boyfriend, david, leads you both to rethink the status of your relationship

word count: 1600

masterlist

"Hey babe, uh sorry, that just slipped out. Habits, you know? Listen, I know I’m probably the last person you want to hear from, and I know you probably don't want to talk to me, and I don't know why I called," he paused, taking a deep breath as he picked at the skin around his thumb and paced around the kitchen. "That's a lie. I know why I called. I just wanted to hear your voice. I miss you. And I'm still in love with you. I'll always be in love with you.”

David hung up, throwing his phone on to the couch. His mind was racing, wondering if he should text you to apologize for calling or just wait to see what you said. Pacing around the kitchen and living room wasn't helping him think, so he grabbed the keys to his Ferrari and decided to go for a drive to clear his head, leaving his phone on the couch.

He drove with no destination in mind. The empty streets of LA gave him time to think about the breakup, how he fucked up, how he broke your heart.

He gripped the leather steering wheel tightly and stepped on the gas, the engine roaring. He sped down the freeway, trying to get away from his own thoughts. He drove aimlessly, the night sky turning shades of pink and orange as the sun began to rise.

When he returned home a little after 7am, he grabbed his phone off of the couch, hopeful for a message from you. A handful of missed calls and a voicemail from you were in his notifications, along with a few texts from Natalie wondering where he had gone.

He immediately unlocked his phone, anxious to hear your voice again.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You can't just call me in the middle of the night and say you're still in love with me. Not after the way we ended things. The way you ended things," you shouted into the voicemail. David winced at how loud you were, pulling the phone away from his ear. “You’re the one who left me. You have no right to come crawling back.” Your angry voicemail continued, but David stopped listening. It was too painful for him.

He could hear how hurt you were, and he didn’t blame you. He had essentially walked right out of your life with no clear explanation as to why.

“You want to break up?" you asked, choking on your words as you held back tears.

"Babe," he whispered, reaching out for your hand but you pulled back.

"You do not get to call me that,” you spat. Your blood boiled and anger coursed through your veins.

David sighed, his eyes filling with tears. "It’s just, I don't want you to get hurt,” he stated, explaining how news outlets and people on social media would be vicious towards you.

"And this is the way to avoid it? Ending things after we’ve been dating for two years? Are you fucking kidding me? How does this keep me from getting hurt?”

"It's easier to do it before everyone finds out and we both know that’s bound to happen eventually," he said, and you winced at his word choice.

"So what? Now you're embarrassed of me? I thought you were in love with me. Isn’t that what you’ve been telling me for the last three months?" you screamed.

“I am in love with you, okay? And I’m not embarrassed of you, I just want to keep my work away from our relationship and I don’t think I can keep doing that.”

“Fuck you,” you muttered, unbelievably outraged at the situation.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, turning around and leaving you alone in your apartment: angry, hurt and confused.

David regretted that conversation and he wished he could take back all of the things he said to you that night. He didn’t want to break your heart, he just wanted to protect you. He knew it would be hard for both of you, and he thought that would be the best way to handle the situation. He needed to talk to you.

You were out for an early morning run when your music stopped playing and your phone started ringing. David’s name flashed across the screen and you debated ignoring his call but answered it anyways.

“What do you want?” you asked dryly, not in the mood to hear what he had to say after the voicemail you had gotten last night.

There was a silence on the other end, as if David wasn’t expecting you to answer the phone and hear your voice. “I just want to talk,” he finally said, after a few moments. “Can we get breakfast?”

“Are you sure you want to be seen with me?” you remarked, thinking back to the night of your breakup.

David let out a sigh, expecting the hostility from you.

“Look, you know where to find me if you want to talk,” he said, and you could hear the desperation in his voice. Before you could answer, he hung up the phone, leaving both of you wondering if you’d show up.

You finished your run and instinctively started driving towards the café where you and David would always go for breakfast. It was small place near the apartment you had lived in when you first met David. You turned into the parking lot, your fingers tapping against the steering wheel as you contemplated going inside.

The bell over the door jingled as you pulled it open and you were greeted with the smell of fresh coffee. You saw David sitting in the far corner booth, the same table the two of you always sat in. You slid into the seat across from him, avoiding eye contact.

David took a sip of his water, and you watched the waitress bring over two plates.

“How’d you know I would come?” you asked, being the first to talk after your usual breakfast order was placed in front of you and the waitress was out of earshot.

“Truth be told, I didn’t think you would,” he admitted. “But I’m glad you did.”

You took a bite of your meal. “So, talk,” you said, wanting to know what he had to say and why it was so important.

“I owe you an apology,” he started and you rolled your eyes. You weren’t interested in having a conversation if he was just going to state the obvious. “I was being selfish the night I ended things between us. I thought I was protecting you from the downside of my job, and I’m sorry.”

“That’s what you’re sorry about?” you muttered in disbelief. “I mean, we spent two years together and you broke my heart over a hypothetical situation. Not to mention the fact that this wasn’t your decision to make. But instead of having a conversation about it, you decided all on your own that I needed to be protected and that our relationship was too much of a risk.” You were on the verge of tears and wanted to scream and cry over the situation, but you took a deep breath and composed yourself.

A mix of sadness and embarrassment crossed David’s face as he tried to find the right words. “I know I screwed up. I shouldn’t have walked away from you, from us. And not a day that goes by where I don’t regret it. I mean, you were the best part of me. You had my back for two years and supported me through everything and I fucked it up. You didn’t deserve that and I’m sorry for what I put you through.”

“God, David, do you know how selfish you sound right now?” you exclaimed, clearly aggravated by him. “Do you just expect me to forgive you and forget about what happened?”

David glanced down and poked his fork into his food, not sure what to say. He knew he was being selfish for wanting you back after he was the one to walk away. He was hopeful about being forgiven and he wanted to find a way to prove to you how serious he was about making it up to you. He didn’t expect you to completely forget about that night, but he wanted you to give him another chance. “No, I don’t expect you to just forgive and forget. I broke your heart and you have every right to hate me for it. But I wasn’t lying last night when I said I’m still in love with you. I know I don’t deserve anything from you, but not a day goes by where I don’t think about you, where I don’t think about what we had, where I don’t miss you. And I was really hoping you’d give us another chance,” he rambled, fidgeting with his Cartier ring, as he awaited your response.

You took a deep breath and exhaled quietly, contemplating everything he said. You knew a part of you would always love you and you hated the way things between the two of you ended, so maybe he deserved another chance. But he also walked away from a two-year long relationship over a hypothetical situation

“One date,” you said, locking eyes with him and watching them widen with excitement. You could his smile grow and his face filled with glee. “You have one date to prove to me how serious you are about wanting to get back together.”

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[johnmurphysass]

Happy Final BFSN everyone!!! I don’t know what to say except it’s finally over but this is not goodbye. Tags and explanation below.

Words cannot express  my love for the amazing, wonderful, and truly phenomenal people I have met in this fandom. I have grown so much as a person since the start of this show. I wasn’t fully immersed in the fandom until I think around season 3 but I have watched since day one. The last 7 years have been such a wild ride of joy, heartbreak, despair, and clowning that has happened. We have been through so much together. This last season was not what I was hoping to see. I never expected the connections that I have made here and I can’t regret the decision I made to join this fandom here. I can’t wait to see where everyone moves on with and the things that we create in the future. Also whoever nominated me and voted for me in the BFWA, thank you so much for the confident boost. I love all of you. Oh yeah please enjoy a picture from my date night over the weekend. My wigs are a lot of fun and my make up is on fucking point. I’m getting better at it!

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#bfsn #bellarke fam #bellarke fam selfie night #i love you all #i don't want to lose any of you #my heart is full #my heart is breaking #i can't wait to see what everyone does

[acrosstobear]

queen!! share your thoughts on this race weekend?? maybe f2 too if you want 🥺♥️

wahhh SERA BABY oh my goodness I SHALL AT YOUR REQUEST thank you for asking boo 💓💓💓

i have many thoughts but we’ll start with f2:

baby oscar and baby liam are already race winners and i couldn’t feel more like a proud mom

absolutely gutted for both juri and marcus, because with the new format and calendar, having a shit weekend really really hurts in the championship

some really impressive driving from the rookies, but also really glad that kids like zhou and christian have managed to have some good races to kick things off

overall i think there are more people in the running for the championship than i thought!!! the rookies really pulled through

now for my thoughts on f1:

some of the most impressive and exciting racing in years honestly. and not just at the front, the midfield kept up to expectations!! great fun

most teams and drivers actually met my personal predictions/expectations, with the exception of ferrari and carlos, though i’m not sure how much is just the car on carlos’ side.

the absolute most satisfying feeling of all time: m*zepin binning it in both quali and on lap 1. i’ve given up on my hopes and dreams of seeing Callum at haas this year but at the very least i have the satisfaction of knowing that guenther is regretting the decision nearly as much

✨mick✨ 💓mick💓 🥰mick🥰 just happy and grateful to see him out there and incredibly proud that he dragged his tractor to the end of the race in P16

#amanda answers #ask #formula 1 #f1 #f2 #formula 2 #WHO KNEW THAT I HAD THOUGHTS #sera my love i am sending you all the love and all the good vibes #i miss you bby we should chat this week!!!!!!! #I LOVE YOUUUUU

[ilovebeingcalledawhore]

FOUND YOU | MARK LEE [2]

Summary: When she realises she’s catching feelings for her enemy, she tries to avoid him in every circumstance but then she’s told to host the incoming prom with him, she can’t say no to her teacher can she? Besides anything for better grades would be worth it—like giving Mark Lee a kiss.

Content: Fluff, Suggestive Content, Angst

Warning: I use British spelling

SERIES PART 2

PART 1 

“Alright, as long as you give me the highest possible score in your subject”  

“It’s a deal”

What you’ve just read over there was Y/n making one of the dumbest decisions by agreeing to host the Senior prom with Mark Lee, her arch-enemy——for an easy A in her least favourite subject, art.

She was good at art but only at a certain type of it...painting, sadly that wasn't what her class offered and the girl only found out mid-way through the term which left her no time to change options. Ms. Wang was the art department’s head and yes you guessed that right! her teacher. The woman was “sophisticated” as she liked to say so and has one hell of a standard when grading projects.

Y/n knew that if she were to fail a subject, that would be it. 

“Are you sure about that?” The boy beside her finally spoke.

Y/n turned her head to face him and a glint of interest and amusement was in his eyes. Who would’ve thought that she, Y/n who spent most of her time glaring at Mark Lee’s pretty back, would want to even stand a meter close to him.

In fact, even stand in front of the whole school to see. 

The unbothered girl rolled her eyes at him halfheartedly and looked back up front to see Miss Wang with sheets of paper in her hands. “Read the script from time to time alright”

____________

Regret.

She regretted it. 

Y/n was about to rip her black dress off and throw it out the window.

Honk! The unfamiliar sound a car parking near their door made her halt in her tracks “Damn it” she cursed as she uncapped the red lipstick, then applying it in a hurry. He was here to pick her up.

As she jogged down their marble steps—ones her mother insisted to buy because it looked fancy, she bid goodbye to her sister who was watching a k-drama and exited the living room.

In front of her was the typical nerdy boy from school wearing a full black suit, leaning back on his matching black Ferrari. The girl ignored the weird feeling inside her stomach and walked up to him, trying to send him the biggest scowl but failing.

“Good evening to you too” he said sarcastically then opening the car door for her. Y/n slipped in the shotgun seat, crossing her legs for comfort, she watched him from inside, running to the driver's seat. 

The flutter inside her chest made her look away.

________

The ride to school was quiet, none of them bothering to play music because it was short. While she looked out the window, fiddling with the hem of her tight dress, she watched the cars passing by—just one or two every now and then.

She admired the darkening sky, the moon already evident, she thought it was beautiful but while she admired the sky, he admired her. He doesn’t know whether it was her dress, her face, her twinkling eyes or maybe it was JUST her but at that very moment Mark Lee was trying so hard not run away, scared that she’d hear his beating heart.  

_________

“Enjoy your night!” 

Mark exclaimed excitedly—as it was instructed in the script and the students replied with screams of joy. There was no other way to put this...the party started.

 Everyone was dancing, eating, singing, some clubs even performed. Today was meant to be one of those high school night’s you’ll remember but Y/n thought otherwise. Sitting down on a black painted wooden chair at the front corner of the room, she counted the votes for prom queen and king—even seeing a few votes for Mark and her apparently because of their chemistry on stage.

“I hate this” Y/n groaned as she shot another crumpled paper down the ballot box. She was annoyed that while she counted some stupid names, her partner was out there mingling with some people she didn’t even know he spoke to.

“You done Y/n?” Miss Wang walked up to her in her power suit. “Yeah” the girl uttered as she calmly placed the last piece of paper down the ballot box pretending as if she hasn’t been sulking the whole time—and shooting three-pointers like Curry.

“Who won?” The teacher asked and Y/n raised up the piece of paper where she tallied. “Wong Yukhei…..and...and...Y/n…” her voice trailed off.

“Wait no, this must be a misunderstanding” Y/n would accept a victory any day but something about this victory seemed off, maybe it’s because she’s used to seeing another name beside hers, a name she despises but feels a sense of familiarity to.

“You won! Let’s announce” Miss Wang ignored her antics and walked up the stage, Y/n stood up her seat thinking of how to stop her teacher but it was too late. “Now! For prom king and queen! Wong Yukhei from Class C and Y/n from Class A” the students clapped and screamed in delight, of course some groaned in disappointment.

[Y/n’s Point of view]

Yukhei gladly high-fives his friends even giving a fist bump or two with some students. He was enjoying his win and hell I wasn't. Miss Wang turned her head towards me who was just a few meters away from the stage and beckoned me with her hands.

“Fuck this shit” I muttered as I dragged my body up the stairs. 

It was exactly how I imagined it a few nights ago, I got a plastic crown on my head, a pretty glittery sash and time for a speech. While Yukhei bowed as a finale for his speech, I walked up the mic while he backed up. “Hello ladies and gentlemen, thank you for voting, I hope you make some memories you’ll remember for the rest of your lives. Let’s continue to love ourselves! Here’s to youth!” I exclaimed, still showing that I was grateful.

The screams finally died down and the crown I wore was shoved into Miss Wang’s bag along with my sash. We were going to dance—slow dance and guess what. The mc’s have to dance first because mister prom king was out in the corner making out with some girl.

Mark’s hands were on my waist while mine were wrapped around his neck—classic slow dance position. It was comfortable, it felt good but my pride says otherwise. “So…” he started as other couples joined us on the dance floor. “Have you made memories you’ll remember for the rest of your life?” He asked, mocking my winning speech and I snorted. “If we weren’t partners maybe I would’ve” I replied, looking away, avoiding his too-intense stare.

“I’m not that bad” he defended and I chuckled quietly. “Yeah, you aren’t” I whispered, enough for him to hear. “So you admit it?” He asked and my brows furrowed. I turned my head to finally face him, our eyes meeting and that’s when I realised...he was centimetres away from me.

His breath hit my lips while his hands pushed my waist closer to his. I didn’t bother asking why or pushing him off. Maybe it’s because I was too in the moment, maybe it’s because he looked good or maybe it’s because I couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes.

“You look gorgeous Y/n” he whispered and I smiled but as I did, I didn’t realise how he moved forward, his lips just a brush away from mine. 

Fireworks.

My heart was exploding in amusement, excitement and fear.

Adrenaline.

I didn’t wait for him anymore, instead I leaned forward and pressed my lips up on his, my hands travelling up his pitch black locks, tongues slashing together, lips locking with each other's forcefully. 

Then we pulled away.

The red lipstick I wore was messed up on my lips and his. We both caught our breaths but as we did, we didn’t let go. Instead we stuck close to each other, maybe waiting for another kiss or maybe just to feel him close to me.

“I hope you remember that memory ‘cause we're gonna have to tell our kids about that in a few years” he teased and I glared, ignoring the continuous flutter in my stomach that hasn’t left since the kiss.

“Fuck you Mark Lee” I scoffed and he kissed me again.

“Gladly”

#Mark #mark lee #mark lee x reader #lmh #marklee #nct #nct dream #nct u #nct 127 #kpop #fanfiction #ff #smut #fluff #romance #angst #suggestive content #nct127 #nctu #nctdream #series #imagine #scenarios #haechan #jaehyun #johnny #jeno #jaemin #chenle #renjun

[themusedump]

Halsey + Manic (2020) sentence memes because I truly love this album. I don’t like it as much as badlands but it really is good. I plan on doing a meme of all three of her major albums. 

ashley

“I can't remember why the decision wasn't mine but it seems I'm only clinging to an idea now.” “Took my heart and sold it out to a vision that I wrote myself.” “I only wanna die some days.” “When I burst into flames I'll leave you the dust, my love.” “I told you I'd spill my guts.” “Seems like now it's impossible to work this out.” “Is it really that strange if I always wanna change?” “I think I'm making a mistake” “But if I decide to break, who will fill the empty space?” “Apart from my beating heart. It's a muscle but it's still not strong enough to carry the weight of the choices I've made.” “I told you I'd ride this out.” “It's getting harder every day somehow.”

clementine

“And in my world, the people on the street don't know my name.” “Because in my world, I'm constantly, constantly havin' a breakthrough.” “Would you make out with me underneath the shelter of the balcony?“ “'Cause I don't need anyone,” “I don't need anyone. I just need everyone and then some.” “The blush in your cheeks says that you bleed like me.” “Would you make out with me on the floor of the mezzanine?” “And still with one eye open, well, all I see is you.” “I left my daydreams at the gate because I just can't take 'em too.”

graveyard

“It's crazy when the thing you love the most Is the detriment.” “Oh, 'cause I keep digging myself down deeper.” “I won't stop till I get where you are.” “They say I may be making a mistake.” “I woulda followed all the way, no matter how far.” “You look at me with eyes so dark I don't know how you even see.” “Oh, it's funny how the warning signs can feel like they're butterflies.”

you should be sad

“I gotta get it off my chest.” “Got no anger, got no malice, just a little bit of regret.” “Know nobody else will tell you.” “No, you're not half the man you think that you are.” “You can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs and cars.” “I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you.” “You can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you.” “Oh, I feel so sorry.” “I feel so sad.” “I tried to help you, it just made you mad.” “And I had no warning about who you are.” “I'm just glad I made it out.” “Won't see your alligator tears ‘cause, no, I've had enough of them.” “I really meant well from the start.” “Take a broken man right in my hands and then put back all his parts.” “You can't fill the hole inside of you with money, girls and cars.” “You should be sad.”

forever ... (is a long time)

“And I curse the ground for growing green.” “I spent a long time substituting honest with sarcastic.” “I curse my tongue for being mean.” “He cut me open, sucked the poison from an aging wound.” “I could never hold a perfect thing and not demolish it.” “What am I thinking? What does this mean?” “How could somebody ever love me?” “Talk to your man, tell him he's got bad news coming.”

dominic's Interlude

“Your eyes are fragile and timeless.” “There's power in the words you whisper.” “He/she treats you cold and so mindless.” “Your eyes are drawn to the wine list.” “You should know there's power in the words you're thinking.” “Walk on the edge with someone new.” “You can take a chance, come take my hand.”

I HATE EVERYBODY

“I'm my own biggest enemy.” “My friends are getting bored of me.” “I don't know what they all think of me.” “But in reality I don't even remember anything but thinking you're the one.” “And I can force a future like it's nothing.” “I just hate everybody.” “Why can't I go home without somebody?” “I could fall in love with anybody who don't want me.” “I hate everybody. But, maybe I don't.” “I know I've got a tendency to exaggerate what I'm seein.” “It's 'cause I notice every single thing that's ever happening in the moment.” “But none of it is love so while I'm waiting for it.” “If I could make you love me, maybe you could make me love me.” “And if I can't make you love me then I'll just hate everybody.”

3am

“Darling, I've just left the bar.” “I've misplaced all my credit cards.” “Think I took it way too far.” “My insecurities are hurting me.” “Someone, please come and flirt with me.” “I really need a mirror that'll come along and tell me that I'm fine.” “I do it every time.” “Come on and make me feel alright again.” “I'm calling everybody that I know.” “I need it digital ‘cause, baby, when it's physical, I end up alone.” “Know that my identity's always gettin' the best of me.” “I'm the worst of my enemies and I don't really know what to do with me.” “And will you please pick up the fucking phone?“

without me

“Found you when your heart was broke.” “Took it so far to keep you close.” “I was afraid to leave you on your own.” “I said I'd catch you if you fall ad if they laugh, then fuck 'em all.” “And then I got you off your knees, put you right back on your feet just so you could take advantage of me.” “You know I'm the one who put you up there,” “Does it ever get lonely thinking you could live without me?” “I don't know why.” “Just running from the demons in your mind. then I took yours and made 'em mine.” “I didn't notice 'cause my love was blind.” “You don't have to say just what you did .I already know.” “So tell me, how's it feel?”

finally // beautiful stranger

“Sour apple baby, but you taste so sweet.” “And I wonder if you'd like to meet.” “Your voice is velvet through a telephone.” “You can come to mine, but both my roommates are home.” “Think I know a bar where they would leave us alone.” “And I wonder if you'd take it slow.” “The truth is this. That I've never seen a mouth that I would kill to kiss.” “And I'm terrified, but I can't resist.” “Beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms.” “I know that beautiful strangers only come along to do me wrong.” “But I think it's finally safe for me to fall.” “And I wonder if it goes too far.” “I've never recognized a purer face.” “You stopped me in my tracks and put me right in my place.” “Used to think that loving meant a painful chase.” “But you're right here now and I think you'll stay.”

alanis' interlude

“Bit my nails down so they wouldn't scratch.” “But who believes in needs like these?” “I'll take two of 'em, please.” “All these beautiful laughs and beautiful thighs.” “Your pussy is a wonderland.” “And I could be a better man.” “It doesn't matter to me.” “And I have never felt the difference.” “Bad news, think I'll probably die before I have you.”

killing boys

“Told me pick my battles and be picking 'em wise but I wanna pick 'em all and I don't want to decide.” “No more, no more, anymore.” “So we'll sneak in the back and then we'll kick in the door.” “Tell me have you ever keyed a Ferrari before?” “Oh no, oh I don't anymore.” “And I'm not breaking, I won't take it.” “And I won't ever feel this way again.” “'Cause you don't need me anymore.” “And I won't ever try again.” “All I want in return is revenge.” “Cause I don't need you anymore.” “So where do you go?”

SUGA's Interlude (I’m not going to use the translations of this one because I have no way of telling how accurate they are sorry.)

“I been trying all my life to separate the time in between the having it all and giving it up,.” “I wonder what's in store if I don't love it anymore.”

more

“They told me once nothing grows when a house ain't a home.” “Is it true, honestly?” “Wanna scream but what's the use?“ “I just can't take it no more.” “They told me it's useless.” “There's no hope in store.” “But somehow I just want you more.” “Wonder will we ever meet?“ “And would you know it right away how hard I tried to see your face?” “'Cause I still believe it won't be like before.” “And when you decide it's your time to arrive, I've loved you for all of my life.” “And nothing could stop me from giving a try. I've loved you for all of my life.” “Somehow I'll still love you more.”

still learning

“I should be living the dream.” “I got a paranoia in me.” “And you wouldn't believe everything that I've seen.” “I know that I've done some wrong but I'm trying to make it right.” “I know that I love you but I'm still learning to love myself.” “I go home and I got no self-esteem.”

929

“Well, who am I?” “Can't remember half the time that I've been alive.” “Don't meet your heroes, they're all fucking weirdos." “Because nobody loves you, they just try to fuck you.” “And who do you call when it's late at night?” “You gotta promise us that you won't die cause we need you.” “And it's just these things that I'm thinking for hours.” “I lost the love of my life to an ivory powder but then I realise that I'm no higher power.” “I wasn't in love then and I'm still not now and I'm so happy I figured that out.” “I've got a long way to go until self-preservation.” “Think my moral compass is on a vacation.” "I can't believe I still feed my fucking temptation.” “And I'm still looking for my salvation.” “And I'm a fucking liar.”

I'm Not Mad

“I'm not even mad anymore.” “I don't even want you back anymore.” “I don't remember what we had anymore.” “I hope your back aches and your knees hurt.” “I hope you think about me sleeping in your t-shirt.” “I hope your little brother turns out to be nothing like you.” “I hope that you hurt more than I do.” “And honestly I still wish you nothing but the best.” “I know that you're still self-obsessed.” “I hear the wicked get no rest but when you do I hope you'll dream of me.” “I don't even hope you die these days.” “I hope you live 'til eighty-five these days.” “I hope it's eating you alive these days.” “I've got a twenty dollar bill that says that you never ever ever gonna change.”

Wipe Your Tears

“Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby.” “Nothing's gonna make you cry.” “I'll be damned if I ever let another hand wipe your tears before they dry.” “Keep your friends close but this pretty girl closer.” “But she's so cold but the world is colder.” “Take her in my lap and I promise that I'll hold her.” “My bed is too big for only me.”

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dear carlos,

i feel sad seeing you move to ferrari. i loved seeing you happy with mclaren, being successful in the mcl34, getting your first podium and p6 at the end of the season. it‘s never gonna be the same for me anymore since i don‘t like ferrari.

but you know what? i‘ll keep supporting you the most i‘m capable of. you‘ve been a great driver, a great person and been a good teammate + friend to lando. you‘re lovely. i hope you‘ll be successful in the future. i hope you won‘t regret your decision in the future. wish you the best. i love you.

love, zeliha

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F1 drivers 2021

The drivers market seems to be almost over for what has been another crazy season.

Let’s start with Racing Point, who come 2021 will be racing as Aston Martin Racing. Lance Stroll keeps his seat. Being honest is he only there at this point because his dad owns the team. Who in this situation wouldn’t though? Sergio Perez is a better driver and over the last few races has made far less mistakes and had better results than what Stroll has. Lando Norris making comments about Stroll not learning, perhaps he doesn’t. I have seen him make the same mistakes and misjudgements time and time again over the last few years. Did he deserve to stay over Perez? No. Perez has been a consistent mid-pack driver for many years and that opportunity for himself to prove anything more has not come calling. I do hope this is not the end in F1 for him. Perez be released for Sebastian Vettel I don’t believe is the right decision. Vettel all 2020 season has been a long way behind his team mate both in qualifying and the race. Yes, not all season they have been running identical cars however from the outset he has been down and Leclerc’s times. He just isn’t the racer everyone thought he once was. In his Red Bull days, was it the car that made him look better than he is? He has continued to lock up regularly and made silly mistakes this season with him barely scrapping into the top ten and him missing out on Q3 and a regular basis. The results are not just down to the car.

As for Mercedes, who this past weekend earned their 7th consecutive constructor’s world title has signed Valtteri Bottas for next year. Many might say is this the right decision? Yes, it is, he has been plagued with bad luck this season. If his team mate wasn’t Lewis Hamilton would he be a world champion? Probably. I have always been a fan of his and when he was driving for Williams showed great promise for the future. Hamilton now has come out and passed doubt on his future in F1 beyond this season. For me this is an obvious choice of whom the seat should be given to. George Russell, he has got more out of the Williams than he probably should have done. His test for Mercedes at the end of last year was impressive and with him already being a Mercedes driver surely his future looks bright. His only opposition is Esteban Ocon, himself doing okay but really isn’t showing anything special. Would Hamilton go anywhere else but Mercedes or is this the end for Hamilton.

This would leave Williams needing a second driver. After a season that has seen the sad news of the team being sold and no longer a family business. They have seen improvements in the car, however still not where they need to be to be truly competitive. There is always the chance that one day soon they will return to fight in the top of the mid-pack like they did with Bottas and Felippe Massa. So Nicholas Latifi and? Surely the only option would be Perez. The team still lacking funds, one would presume and someone like Perez coming with backing would surely help the team move forward along with his experience and feedback.

Red Bull have been in a tough place all season. Max Verstappen doing it solo. The team with the second strongest car on the grid, with one future world champion and Alex Albon. Surely another falling foul of Red Bull bringing in drivers that are just to young and inexperienced to drive at the level they are requiring. Admittedly it worked with Verstappen but is a team really going to get that lucky twice? Albon hasn’t always had the easiest of races, being taken out by Hamilton or other drivers since being brought up from Alpha Tauri. He himself though has crashed into others and made mistakes, leaving him without scoring a point or well down the order. Red Bull need a driver up there with Verstappen to challenge the mighty Mercedes. My option would be to bring in Nico Hulkenberg. This season stepping in for both Racing Point drivers at different points and reportedly giving feedback to the team which has aided development. Is Hulkenberg a driver that just hasn’t been able to prove himself in a top team or is he just a great mid team driver? I hope he is given the opportunity to drive in 2021 with Red Bull.

Bringing us onto Alpha Tauri. They have already announced Pierre Gasly for the season, the right decision to make. He has had some good results and taken advantage of the opportunities given winning the race at the Italian Grand Prix. His future could be bright if he is given another opportunity at a top team in the future. Daniil Kvyat for me is done. He went form Toro Rosso up to Red Bull, didn’t live up to the requirements of a Red Bull driver back to Toro Rosso then lost his seat and didn’t race in 2018 and then back to Toro Rosso. I personally don’t see a future for him anywhere else than where he is. I would put Albon back into Alpha Tauri. He was asked to step up with little experience and just like Gasly didn’t live up to expectations and the demands of the team. They are both young drivers and still learning their craft and Alpha Tauri could give them the experience and build confidence for the future.

In early 2020, Ferrari made the decision of there drivers for 2021. Charles Leclerc remaining and the omitting of Vettel. Ferrari bring in Carlos Sainz from McLaren. Not a bad decision to bring him to the team however is Sainz regretting the decision. All season long the McLaren has looked stronger and faster than the Ferrari and anyone would bet on Ferrari getting back to race winning ways but how long will this take?

With Sainz going to Ferrari this left a seat alongside Norris at McLaren, another driver with so much talent and one of the most likeable drivers to watch pre- and post-race. McLaren are bringing in Daniel Ricciardo. This is going to be a strong team especially given that the McLaren will have a Mercedes engine.

Renault well, they went for the big surprise of 2020. The return of Fernando Alonso. The team in which he won back to back world titles in 2005 and 2006. In the second half of this season Renault have looked stronger earning two podium finishes. With conformation that Ocon will remain at the team for 2021 as well, both seats are taken. Will Ocon’s second run in F1 be fruitful or should he just of stayed gone?

This past week Alfa Romeo have announced no driver change for 2021. Kimi Raikkonen and Antonio Giovinazzi remaining at the team. Honestly Raikkonen has nothing left to prove and racing just because he wants to. Giovinazzi hasn’t done much wrong this season making up places at the start consistently.

As for Haas. A fresh start in 2021, wanting to take the 2021 drivers into the 2022 season with all the changes coming. Drivers likely to be at the team are Mick Schumacher, who in my opinion could do with more time driving elsewhere before steeping up. I admit he has come a way in the last two seasons in F2 however you can still see flaws in his driving. In a previous FP1 he was supposed to drive for Alfa Romeo but due to whether wasn’t able to. Other drivers linked with Haas is Nikita Mazepin and Callum Illot, he himself during the same weekend as Schumacher was supposed to drive, he was to have the same opportunity in the Haas car.

Only time will tell who will really get the remaining seats.

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[f1]

F1: Mattia Binotto RESIGNS as Ferrari team principal

Ferrari team principal Mattia Binotto RESIGNS from his post and will leave the F1 team at the end of the year following a catalogue of errors which lost the confidence of Charles Leclerc Mattia Binotto has resigned as Ferrari team principal and will leave in December Binotto, 53, leaves his post following four seasons at the helm of the Italian team His resignation comes after he lost the confidence of the driver Charles Leclerc A catalogue of Ferrari errors dented Leclerc's charge for the title this season By Pa Reporter Published: 05:02 EST, 29 November 2022 | Updated: 05:02 EST, 29 November 2022 Mattia Binotto has resigned as Ferrari team principal. Binotto, 53, will leave his post on December 31 following four seasons at the helm of the Italian team. Ferrari finished second in last season's constructors' championship, while Charles Leclerc ended the year as runner-up to Red Bull's Max Verstappen in the drivers' standings. Mattia Binotto has resigned as Ferrari team principal and will leave his post on December 31 But Binotto is moving on following a catalogue of Ferrari errors which dented Leclerc's charge for the title. 'With the regret that this entails, I have decided to conclude my collaboration with Ferrari,' said Binotto, who joined Ferrari in 1995. 'I am leaving a company that I love, which I have been part of for 28 years, with the serenity that comes from the conviction that I have made every effort to achieve the objectives set. 'I leave a united and growing team. A strong team, ready, I'm sure, to achieve the highest goals, to which I wish all the best for the future. I think it is right to take this step at this time as hard as this decision has been for me. Binotto lost the confidence of Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc (right) following several errors 'I would like to thank all the people at the Gestione Sportiva who have shared this journey with me, made up of difficulties but also of great satisfaction.' Ferrari said that a process to identify Binotto's successor is 'under way'. Reports in Italy earlier this month suggested Alfa Romeo team principal Fred Vasseur is in line to replace Binotto. At the time, Ferrari dismissed the report as 'totally without foundation'. Ross Brawn, who has left his role as Formula One motorsport boss, was another name mooted to take over from Binotto. But the Englishman, 68, who helped to mastermind Michael Schumacher's five consecutive world championships with Ferrari at the turn of the century, confirmed on Monday that he is retiring from the sport. Leclerc won two of the opening three races this year to provide Ferrari with hope they could end a drivers' championship drought which stretches back to 2007. Alfa Romeo boss Fred Vasseur (pictured) has been tipped to replace Binotto in the new year But the Monegasque took to the top step of the podium on only one other occasion following a series of mechanical and strategy errors. Ferrari chief executive Benedetto Vigna said: 'I would like to thank Mattia for his many great contributions over 28 years with Ferrari and particularly for leading the team back to a position of competitiveness during this past year. 'As a result, we are in a strong position to renew our challenge, above all for our amazing fans around the world, to win the ultimate prize in motorsport. Everyone here at the Scuderia and in the wider Ferrari community wishes Mattia well for the future.' Advertisement Share or comment on this article: F1: Mattia Binotto RESIGNS as Ferrari team principal via Formula One | Mail Online https://www.dailymail.co.uk?ns_mchannel=rss&ns_campaign=1490&ito=1490

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