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call-me-strega · 10 months

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Dc x Dp Prompt #3: Of Apples and Academic Frenemies

Au where Jason and Danny are attending the same college course on mythology and classical literature and they are always getting into debates about the depictions of the characters and the historical context of stories and stuff bc the both have a different exposure to the myths. Like Jason knows literal demigods and Amazons but Danny knows Pandora and the Greek myth related ghosts plus time travel from Clockwork and the infi-map. The debates can get heated at times but the respect each others intellectual takes.

This creates a peculiar situation where everyone in the class thinks they are academic rivals who hate each other (except for the few with their shipping goggles on and sense the homoerotic tension underlying their debates) and are deeply invested in watching them interact like their own personal drama even thought at this point in time they are at best friendly acquaintances and at worst annoying classmates.

Jason rants to his family about his debate partner/rival bc he’s happy to have some who will talk to him ad-nauseam abt this stuff but also bc he wants to complain about how Danny's a “smart but annoying little twink who’s got some real audacity”. And while the batfam is happy that Jason is experiencing some normal life things like an academic frenemy they’d love to stop hearing about this guy's “smug fucking smirk” and the “annoying gleam in his eyes". They are worried that Jason will snap and beat this guy up for being too annoying. Well, except Tim who thinks Jason would rather make out with this guy than debate with him.

One day the course decides to do a big themed party/fundraiser to save up for a class trip to an excavation site of some temple ruins or something. Both of them volunteer for the organizing committee bc of the offered extra credit. This encourages the two of them to start seeing each other more and to hang out outside of their classes so the can work on event planning. Over time they actually become pretty good friends (Danny's presence filters Jason's toxic ecto and cures pit rage due to increased exposure. It was happening anyways as classmates but the close proximity sped up the process) and Jason and Danny develop mutual crushes on each other.

For the event they do, like an Olympic games style format and have people sign up in teams for events a couple of weeks beforehand. Anyone in any sort of classical/mythology related course can join and they opened the event for public spectating. They have a few traditional events like a foot race, long jump and chariot race. But the also have some silly ones like Medusa's Snakes, where they shove their faces into bowls of whipped cream and fish out gummy worms, Pandora's Amphora, where they stick there hands into a box/jar of mystery contents (grapes, slime, a live animal like rats or kittens, a bunch of glitter, soda, etc.) and whoever keeps their hand in the longest wins, and Gladiator Fights, where they try to knock each other into a foam pit with those foam and rubber jousting sticks and the such.

Neither Danny, nor Jason want to participate for fear of their physical/supernatural abilities being discovered so the both get talked into doing the emceeing and commentary for the events. They make a really good duo, snarking and bantering with each other, playing off each other's energy and providing fun commentary to the events. Everyone, including the batfam who came to spectate, is a bit baffled by how well they are getting along bc last they checked these two were rivals of a sort, mildly annoying at best and actively antagonistic at worst. However, they really seem to be enjoying themselves.

The last event of the day is a trivia contest, which they both decide to take part in and let someone else take over the emceeing. The final winning trivia question is "what trope was falsely understood as a marriage proposal or declaration of love by misinformed media, that was actually closer to a ploy of seduction and indication of sexual desire according to Greek texts" and the both ring in at the same time to say "tossing an apple to someone" and an tie for the win. They both go up on stage to receive the prize (idk a gift card or smth) and shake hands before walking away in opposite directions.

Then suddenly Danny calls out to Jason just before he leaves the stage and chucks an apple he seemingly produced out of nowhere at him. The apple has a note with the time and date of a dinner reservation on it and when Jason looks back up at Danny he see the slightly flushed boy tentatively smiling at him.

" What do ya say Jase? Will you go out with me?"

And instead of replying Jason just straight up kisses him in front of everyone. Everyone else is gobsmacked by this whole turn of events except Tim who's cackling his head off, screaming "I FUCKING KNEW IT". When the two of them break apart they grin at each other widely and Jason drags Danny of the stage presumably to go make out somewhere.

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toneelspeelster · 7 months

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wuthering heights by emily brontë

#ofmdedit #our flag means death #ofmd #gentlebeard #stede x ed #stede bonnet #edward teach #blackbeard #mine #hello get ready for the return of my classical literature ed teach/stede bonnet edits!!!!!!!!#anyway tried to get a few of the obsessive objects that ed has in here; the wedding topper/the red cloth/the neck kerchief

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littlemoonglow · 9 months

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Warning: Long post?

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Jason did not expect his ghost form to feel…like this.

(Oh, dealing with his body randomly phasing through the ground and smacking his face onto hard concrete was not fun, but Jason dealt with that just like with every other hurdle in his life. By being more stubborn than the problem itself.)

It felt like something… settled into place. That was the best way he could describe it.

He felt as if spite and anger were finally not the only things keeping him awake and running.

He felt calm, almost. Stable, at least. Whatever pent up energy that was stuck in his chest cavity now flowed freely throughout his body, redistributed, instinctually easier to manage.

It's almost like he could breathe a little bit easier.

(After much… ranting that Jason decided to ignore for his own sanity, Danny said that his case ectoplasmic corruption was probably due to the fact that Death, as a concept, doesn’t let go of things easily, time shenanigans notwithstanding.)

(Becoming a half-ghost was seemingly the only working compromise.)

—

Danny once told him that broad strokes of a ghost’s personality could be guessed by looking at their physical appearance.

Despite the cool powers, this was a slight downside. Jason dealing with the filth of the Earth meant that being to hide his emotions and who he is was kind of important. Life saving, even.

He realized later on that his ghost form was way too easy to read.

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He looked at his arms covered in bandages, and got reminded of the amount of times he had to patch himself up in the last month.

His jacket was ripped in place he knew that would have been sewn together when he was a living breathing human (well, as much as he could be).

He always looked slightly on fire?

(Danny told him it's probably related to his... core?)

(He know he died in an explosion but really?)

And then, there was his… veil? Shroud? Cloak?

It looked really nice.

But on the other hand…

It drooped when he felt under the weather. It flicked and thrashed around when he’s either irritated or barely holding back his urge to headshot someone.

And—

(No Danny, my cloak was not fucking wagging when you brought me fresh ectoplasm last week, you’ll have to get your goddamn eyes checked—)

He'll deny it until the day he dies (a second time).

And then his cloak could sometimes just…grow bigger. He figured that it acted as an extension of his own body, and had a nice add-on of allowing him to sense things he couldn't see. Hell, he could even make a hand out of it (wacking Danny with it - gently - never gets old). Jason had to also admit it looked cool, with the wispy bits and with one of its sides becoming a bright yellow.

(It reminded him a bit of his time as Robin.)

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Being a ghost had a lotta perks.

Dealing with targets was so much easier when no one could see you. Inflitration was so much simpler when walls became optional. Cameras will glitch out when he's around, he left no traces visible to the naked eye and, combined with his training, to say that it was useful would be an understatement.

But, sometimes, he feels like he’s changing as well the more he transforms. Not drastically, but enough for him to look back and notice.

He usually was someone who prided on being efficient and straight to the point.

But now he’s starting to… have fun.

He started using his claws whenever he could. Don't het him wrong, he still uses his guns plenty, but there was just something deeply satisfying about vaulting over things, scaling a wall or crawling on the ceiling with bare hands.

(Punching people is still the most satisfying by far, though.)

That one time hunting down the Joker wannabes was fun too.

(Danny said he’d get along great with Skulker? Did Jason want to find out? No.)

Fading in and out of invisibility, he picked them off one by one, watching as panic and dread slowly but surely creeped up on the remaining ones.

(After all, he has no respect for those trying to emulate the dead clown.)

—

(Yeah, the Joker was dead.)

(Surprisingly, that has not been a good day.)

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One of the favorite things he liked to do was rooftop parkour. The… bendability of gravity is… fun, not gonna lie.

(Not flying though. Jason is used to having feet in regular contact with solid ground, thank you very much. No offense, Danny.)

But he gets why ghosts love to fly. When he’s jumping from rooftop to rooftop in Gotham in the at night, watching the city light fly by, cloak spread behind him, it’s as if nothing else matters.

(No Joker, no petty criminals to beat up, no avoiding the Bats so they don’t find out about his existence—)

He can just enjoy, even just for a little bit.

—

(Somehow the Demon Brat and Orphan could sense him. Will keep and eyes on those two, and also the more reasons to avoid them.)

(The real problem was the new Bat in town. Bruce, what the fuck, another one? Again?)

(The yellow one, Signal. No time to check his profile yet, but probably a meta or something.)

(First night out and the guy almost managed to actually fucking see him —looked at him straight in the eyes and all, then did a double take. Jason never phased into the pavement so fast in his entire fucking life.)

(And so far no Bats on his cloak tails yet.)

(He did help the guy incognito, just a couple of times.)

(And he also did steal his escrima sticks for fun, and once the guy went out looking for them, he’d put them right back where they were.)

(Turns out, he discovered later, that being a little shit runs in the ghost community.)

—

(Sometimes he also wonders what happened to Danny before they met.)

(He wasn't a Gothamite, that was obvious. He doesn’t pry, but it doesn’t take a lot to piece two and two together.)

(He just wonders who he has to kill this time.)

—

(Jason could not believe he forgot and underestimated just how fucking persistent every single one of the Bats could be. Of course it had to run in the family.)

He gazed down, thought the agony, at the gaping wound under his right armpit.

(The Bats have been chasing him relentlessly for a while now. He got more injuries than he can count, especially from Bruce.)

(They know. Oh, they know.)

(It didn’t go well.)

(He knows the others are there surrounding him to prevent him from escaping, he knows that Dick is right behind him, but at the moment he couldn’t care less.)

It has been a long time since the last time he got shot.

(It felt like someone set his right side on fire.)

What was flowing out in abundance was a neon, toxic green.

(The Pit Waters, ectoplasm, he didn’t even know that he could fucking bleed in ghost form—)

(Danny—)

He looked back up at Batman, holding a (frankly) ugly gun, white casing and highlights in the same shade of toxic green.

(A gun that Danny warned him about. And everything behind it.)

Jason felt something in him... snap.

(Why did it have to be you, Bruce.)

His mouth opened—

(waitsincewhenhecoulddothatthroughtthe mask—)

(Jason could see the billows of neon green smoke—)

(He couldn’t see Bruce’s expression.)

(Every. Single. Goddamn. Time.)

— and wailed.

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hheisa · 8 months

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Oh, yeah.

I drew this two ships kissing 😼👍

...... There is no context of the reason why- I just did 🗿

#Sancest #Red x classic sans #Kustard ship #Sans ship #Kross ship #Killer x cross #Fell x classic #Lmao

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tommydarlings · 5 months

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cowgirl | d.r

pairing: soft!dom!daniel x sub!reader

warnings: smut, riding, brief mention of size kink, brief mention of dacryphilia

w/c: 0.6k

summary: After Yuki told you about the theory that if a cowboy puts his hat on your head, you have to ride him, you’re not believing him… so you ask Daniel if yuki’s telling the truth, and Daniel is more than happy to show you the truth.

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“What?” You furrowed your brows with a tiny smile, “what do you mean that if a cowboy puts his hat on my head he owns me and I have to ride him?”

Yuki quietly gasped, “you don’t know that rule?” Yuki's eyes widened as the two of you talked in a quiet voices in the middle of the alpha tauri garage, “save horse, ride a cowboy… if a cowboy puts his hat on your head, you have no other choice than to ride him,” yuki shrugged.

Your eyes widened before you looked over yuki's shoulder, starring at his teammate, Daniel.

Right when Yuki turned around as well and looked over to Daniel who was talking to some of the race engineers, Daniel decided to adjust the big brown cowboy hat on top of his head, he caught yuki's and your intense gazes, jokingly winking in your direction, bowing down while pointing his hat in your direction, making you quickly look away again.

“So what happened at the-”

You immediately interrupted Yuki, “no! What happened at the party was just a drunken mistake, those kisses and touches or whatever you were about to mention, meant nothing, okay?”

Yuki raised his brows, raising his hands in a 'hands up' motion, “okay, okay, okay,” he said, “I apologise, y/n!” He laughed, glancing over to Daniel again, “I’m just saying… save a horse, ride-”

“Yeah, ride a cowboy, I know! If he puts his hat on my head, he claims me and I have to ride him! I know,” you lowered your voice as Daniel started to walk towards the two of you, looking smugly at you.

Yuki wiggled his brows before Daniel stood next to the two of you, “Yuki, I think your needed in the garage,” he tilted his head towards the engineers. Yuki only nodded and flashed you a quick smile before he walked away from the two of you.

“So, what were you two talking about? Seemed to be very funny,” Daniel smirked down at you, adjusting his cowboy hat, making you put your entire focus on how his veiny hand was touching his hat.

“Hello?” Daniel repeated as he caught you focusing not on his words, but his cowboy hat now. “You like my hat? my cowboy hat?”

You gulped before you stumbled upon your words, “uhm, yeah! It looks great on you,” you said before you decided to be the boldest person on this planet,

“So, since you’re wearing a cowboy hat, I’m also guessing that you know the cowboy hat rule?”

Daniel’s eyes widened at your question before his smug grin returned on his face, hand adjusting his hat again, “Oh so that’s what Yuki and you talked about, huh?” He bit his inner cheek, “if the cowboy places his hat on your head, you have to ride him, hmm?”

You didn’t say anything, you only took a deep breath before you slowly nodded, “yeah, is that really so? Yuki told me that,” you shrugged, not looking at him.

Daniel walked a bit closer to you, staring down at you before he removed his hat from his head and placed it gently on top of your head, “Well, why don’t we try it out, sweetheart?” He whispered, adjusting the cowboy hat on your head, “hmm?” He tilted his head in your direction.

You gulped, looking up at him, not seeing him completely since the cowboy hat was to big on you, “Well, the cowboy already put his hat on my head… now I have no other choice, am I right?” You bit your lip, making Daniel smirk.

“You’re damn right, baby,” he mumbled before he grabbed you by your waist, leading you swiftly towards his drivers room while your hand held the cowboy hat so it wouldn’t fall off of your head.

- - -

“Just like that, sweetheart,” Daniel breathed out before he closed his eyes and threw his head back as you continued bouncing on his cock in a fast but comfortable pace, making both of you go crazy, “that’s my good little girl, f-fuck,” he whined deeply as his palms squeezed your hips, guiding you a bit.

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norrisleclercf1 · 11 months

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Forbidden

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x FIA!Reader

Rating: R

Warnings: major age gap, fia, SMUT, angst, fluff, jealous/possessive Daniel, Daniel sabotages your potential relationships, p in v, wrap before you tap, dirty talk, slight breeding kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), etc.

Requested: Yes/No

Requests: One & Two

Words: 3.4 K

A/N: I’ve been feed with this, now to rot your brain with it! Also I couldn't do both endings since they were both different, so I mixed them as best I could.

Working with the FIA and dating a driver secretly would never work. To you, you never questioned your love for Daniel. He made you see stars, treated you like a queen, and never made you feel ashamed of your job or age.

Having been together for 2 years, it was filled with secret kisses, touches, and stolen looks. It was hard to not be out in the open, especially when sometimes you fell used. The horrible pit in your stomach would hit you when you woke after your nights together, and he wouldn't be there. Not a note, nothing. He disappears before you wake.

He left a trail of hurt and disgust in his storm, trying to figure out if this was between you two was love or the imagination of love. Trapped in the shadows of sneaking around. A flurry of adrenaline and bad choices. You'd always say it would be the last time, but tattooed hands and intoxicating kisses pull you back in every time. It was a merry-go-round of disgust and ecstasy you couldn't escape.

"Enough." You whimper, skin bruised, lips raw from how he pulled you apart. Piece by piece, he broke your surface more and more. "Why?" He groans, biting your neck, causing you to whimper in pain, pulling his attention. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" He whispers because, god forbid, someone heard the two of you in the privacy of your hotel room.

"Just.....just." Biting your lip, you hiss at the burn. "Stay with me?" It was a soft plead, not even something he could ignore. Daniel smirks, leaning in to kiss you again. Hands block his attempt as he stares at you, annoyed. "No, not like this, Daniel. Lay with me. For the night. No sex." Daniel's eyes soften, seeing the raw emotions all over your face, and he drops his head.

Daniel knew what had been happening wasn't right, not you. You turned into a form of escape, a dreamlike place that never asked for much. At that time, he forgot how young you are compared to him. How this relationship is viewed through naive eyes. "Y/n," He stops, throat tight as he watches your eyes grow wide with hope. Hope he'd love you the way you deserve.

"Let's just sleep." A breathtaking smile graces your lips, setting his heart pounding in his chest, trying to ignore the voice in his head. "Okay, Danny." The first night in almost two years, Daniel stayed the whole night. For the first and last time.

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The change in your dynamic was noticeable to everyone. You were magnetic, pulling everyone in when they were trying to claw their way free. That smile was a drug. Everyone craved to see it more and more as they got to know you. "What's going on with you and Daniel?" Looking up, you smile shyly at Max.

He was always welcoming to you and had always thought of you as beautiful. Standing up, you push strands of hair out of your face. "No idea what you mean, Max. We're friends." Saying that tale's old sentence wasn't fooling anyone. They could see you choking on glass every time you told that excuse. "Sure. If you're just friends, you'll go on a date with me then?" Leaning on the railing placed between you two, you freeze.

Unable to stop the pull, you cast your eyes sideways to Daniel. There he was, watching this unravel. Any other boyfriend would stomp up the stairs and punch Max for asking their girl out, but Daniel wasn't yours. "Can I think about it? I do work for the FIA, Max." You try to reason with him, but the Dutch driver just smiles. "So? I don't care who you are. I wouldn't hide you in the shadows like a coward." Wincing at how he practically screamed the last sentence. "Later." Leaning forward, he kisses your cheek, saunters, and waves at Daniel.

Turning, you see Daniel staring at you, but he just smiles his bright smile and walks past you. You were just another chess piece to his board.

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"You're avoiding me?" Daniel freezes, thinking you're sound asleep. You'd gotten into the habit of waking when he would leave your bed, long before the sun would even rise. "No. I'm here, aren't I?" He asks, slightly turning to see the back of your head.

"You're body is here, Daniel, not you. Never you." Throwing the covers back, you float to the bathroom and throw the light on. Illuminating the bedroom. With glances, you see he was tying his shoes when you woke; it makes you choke. "The hell is that supposed to mean Y/n? I love you." He whispers and yells, and that has you grab a bottle and throw it.

"Why the FUCK are you whispering, Daniel! We're in my apartment, not some hotel room. Though you'd prefer if it was a hotel room, hm? That way, you could forget this is a relationship, not some hookup!" You scream.

"Stop screaming! Do you want people to find out?" He seethes, and a dry laugh shakes your body. "You haven't touched me in almost 3 months, Danny." Daniel dares to flinch at those words. "I've been busy." He leans back over his knees and ties his boots before standing up and grabbing his shirt on the lounge chair. "No, you haven't been.

Ever since Max asked me out, you've changed. No, wait. I take that back. You changed after you slept beside me. Daniel, you can only fuck me can't you?" Daniel doesn't look you in the eye, afraid you'd see the truth in his eyes. But you saw the truth long ago.

"Get out." Two words. Who knew that two words could cut so deep. "What?" Turning, you hold your bathroom door. "Get out. You were leaving already. Well, this time, it's permanent. You were never serious about me. I was a stupid, naive girl for falling for you. For falling in love. Get out, and don't come back." Slamming the bathroom door, Daniel hears the soft click.

The echo of his footsteps and the front door's click breaks you. Sliding down the door, you cover your mouth as soft sobs rattle your body.

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"Stop!" You laugh getting shot by water guns in the blazing heat of Saudi Arabia. "Never!" Max yells, blasting you with the freezing water again. Running away, the people move and laugh as they watch the poor FIA employee run around the paddock avoiding the 2 drivers chasing her.

"Gotcha!" You scream as Lando sprays you with water. Having followed you with his high pitch laughter, you can't help but join in. "Max!" You laugh, feeling arms wrap around your waist, lifting you off the ground before setting you back down. "Cold." Shivering, Max gets the idea of handing the 2nd water gun to Lando and pulls you into his chest, hoping you warm up.

"Better?" You nod, feeling your face burn, unable to control yourself as you bury closer in his chest. "What's happening here?" Muscle snap tight at the familiar Aussie accent. "Hey mate, we're playing around," Max smirks, turning you two around and coming face to face with Daniel.

His sunny smile slips, seeing it was you in Max's hold, not some random girl. "Don't you have work?" Daniel's voice has some bite to it, making Max frown. "Hey, Y/n is fine. Damn Daniel, what's been up your ass lately?" Max asks, his grip loosening on you.

"I'm sure you've got work to do. Besides, does your boyfriend know you're cozying up to some other guy?" Max's arms fall away quickly, and he steps back, clearing his throat. "Well, Lando and I have some media obligations to handle anyway. See you later, Y/n." Grabbing Lando, the Mclaren driver grumbles about not having any media stuff for the day. "Shut it, yes we do." Max hisses, tugging the driver away. Leaving you and Daniel.

"I don't have a boyfriend." You state, glaring at Daniel, who looks down at you before turning around and walking away. "Yeah, walk away. That's all you're good at." How he heard you, you have no idea. Suddenly he's in front of you and pressing you against something. "What'd you say?" His voice was soft, but those eyes betrayed him. He was furious. Normally he'd bend you over and show you who you belonged to. But he can't do that anymore.

"Danny, let me go." It was a soft plead, trying to calm him down. "Go do some work." Pushing off you, he walks away, blending into the crowd. Stepping out, you stare into the public and turn, heading to the FIA hospitality, trying to remove Daniel from your head.

Storming into his driver's room, Daniel throws his water bottle, watching it explode everywhere. "Why'd I fucking do that? I don't care who she's with now!" He grumbles, staring at the water leaking out onto the floor. Cursing, he grabs a couple of towels and tries to clean up the mess, trying to think of why he did what he did.

Seeing you in Max's arms just set his blood on fire, the fact that someone else could hold his girl, and get that smile on your face, pissed him off. He couldn't touch you anymore. Every time he did, he wanted to fuck you right then, and there, people around be damned. He stops and stares at the floor. He could've handled everything better; he was scared.

Rumors had started to spread that a female FIA employee was sleeping with one of the drivers and, at that one, the older ones. He heard the whispers of how she got her job that way, how she was probably a whore who didn't know anything about racing and was using the driver. When it reached Daniel that your name and his were thrown into the mix, he panicked.

Started to distance himself from you. He'll admit that he never did spend the night at your place, too afraid that cameras were following him and they'd catch you two together. Daniel was just protecting you. He couldn't bear to lose you, but in the end, what he thought was protecting you was pushing you away. Fuck, he could never fix this.

He picks up the water bottle and finishes cleaning up; walking out of his room, he sees Max approaching him. He can't help the following words out of his mouth. "Stop flirting with Y/n. She's young and doesn't know what's fun or serious. So leave her alone." Starring Max down, the young driver nods as Daniel stalks away, leaving Max confused.

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"Open this fucking door, Daniel!" Startling awake, Daniel turns his head to his hotel door, hearing someone banging and cursing him. "The fuck." Throwing open the door, he's meeting with you. Dressed up.

God was trying to kill Daniel, wasn't he? Here you stood, dark makeup, hair was done in the style he likes, a ponytail perfect for wrapping his hand around. Dress black and revealing, showing off every inch of your body. Heels, fuck, he loved you in heels. It showed off those legs, legs he loves to have wrapped around his head.

"Y/n? What the hell are you doing? Someone could hear you!" Daniel hissed, wrapping one hand around your arm and dragging you into his hotel room. The race was long over, and some people had already flown to Australia, but he needed a night to gather. That clearly wasn't happening.

"How dare you tell Max I'm childish and don't know the difference between fun and serious! You bastard! How could you do this to me? Telling him to leave me alone? Fucking Christ, Daniel, I'm not your girlfriend anymore. Actually, I never was!" Pulling away, you head to the door, ready to leave, but it's slammed shut, and you're shoved against it. "You were mine." He growls.

Daniel was pissed; he's tired, angry, and sad. And here you are, cursing him for protecting you. "You'll always be mine." His hand trails up your neck and into your ponytail. Wrapping it around his fist, he yanks your head back, pulling a delicate whimper past those red-painted lips. "No, I'm not." Your body betrays you.

Leaning into his touch, Daniel and you stare at each other, almost begging for someone to make the first move. He breaks first. Pulling your hair, his other hand wraps around your leg and lifts you up. Your legs wrap around his waist, moaning when you feel his cock against you. "Kiss me." You whimper. Daniel presses you against the door and devours your mouth.

A soft groan passes through his lips as your tongues clash against one another, fighting for dominance. Pulling away, Daniel attacks your neck, littering it with bites and faint lipstick marks, his lips mirroring your own now. He looks up and freezes, meeting your eyes, realizing what he is doing. Everything he thought about, the rumors, media, people, your job, his own job, fuck, this was wrong.

"No." Sitting you down and backing up, leaving you whimpering and shocked. "What? Daniel, please." Reaching out for him, he backs further into his room, leaving you cold and abandoned. "No, leave Y/n. This isn't right." You reach back, still facing Daniel as you open the door. You back up and close the door, running away.

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"Good luck." Your voice causes Daniel to jump and turn, seeing you dressed in a classy black dress, something flowy to help beat the Australian heat but still within your FIA uniform. "Thanks, I'm P3. Maybe could get a win." He chuckles, trying to cut the tension. Whether it was sexual or anger, he couldn't tell the difference.

"Yep." Walking away, he sees you smile at the other drivers, even flirting with some drivers as you walk down the track. An alarm sounds, letting people know it is time to get off the track for the race to start.

Daniel climbs into his car, takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes.

"He is the pride of Australia. We thought he was gone forever, but Daniel Ricciardo has proven it yet again! Why he is the WINNER OF THE 2023 AUSTRALIAN GRAND PRIX! HE'S DONE IT! OH MY GOD!"

The crowd roars, chants, drinks, and everything is utter chaos as all the cars rush past the finish line. People are storming the track, heading to the podium. You watch the crowd, running away from the chaos; you seek quiet, trying to ignore your craving to be next to Daniel.

Lucky for you, being high enough in the FIA, you can have a private room to be alone. Unlucky for you, walking into the space, you're met with the Aussie himself. "Daniel? You're supposed to be at the podium. What the hell are you doing?" You snap, knowing you'll get an ear full from the media about the race winner not being at the podium.

"Claiming my real prize." Unable to react, you crashed into each other and hurried hands pull and tug at each other's clothes and hair. "Danny, fuck." Whimpers pass your lips as Daniel bends down and lifts you up, his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass as he walks you over to your small couch.

Biting your lip, he pulls away and stares up at you. "Shit, you're gorgeous. And mine." Daniel growls and sits you down before tugging down his race suit, smirking, as you watch, dazed, reeling from how intoxicating he is. "Now, you're going to do what I say. I will lay half off this couch, and you, Y/n, will sit on my fucking face. And I don't mean half-ass sitting. I want to fucking suffocate while you ride my face and use my nose to get the perfect little clit off. Do you understand me?" Knees buckling, you reach under your dress and pull down your white lace panties.

"Such a good girl." Daniel praises, causing it to stroke your heart and the walls around you. "Come here." Daniel positions himself half off the couch; curling his fingers, he beckons you over to him. Walking over, you straddle his waist, hesitant to do this. "Kitten, come on, be good for me." Daniel praises, almost in a taunting manner.

Daniel moves quickly when you don't move at first and yanks you forward by the back of your thighs, having you land on his face. With a moan, you feel Daniel smirk against you, but soon you ball the couch fabric in your hand as Daniel takes a curious lick of your pussy. "Fuck, Danny." It'd been so long since you've been touched like this. Toes curling, you slack against him, finally resting your weight on him.

"That's right, kitten, just like that." The vibrations of his talking make you giggle, causing your hips to rock forward. And just like he said, his nose hits your clit perfectly. "Danny." His hands move from your thigh to your ass, spreading you as he palms you. His tongue curls and starts to do the alphabet, a trick he learned, his record was J, but today he was going to beat that.

With you rocking your hips, you move back and forth, holding the couch tightly, back arched forward. You gasp when Daniel does G and curls it off by spreading you with his tongue. "Fuck, right there." You moan and speed up your rhythm, riding his face like his cock. When Daniel moves his tongue in the form of H, you moan loudly, almost a squeal, as you shake.

"Danny!" You scream, riding out your orgasm, slowing your pace. Daniel helps you and lays you on the couch as he catches his breath, lips shiny with your slick. "New record." You giggle, which has Daniel smirk, and turn you over onto your stomach. "Yeah? Ready for round 2?" He asks, flipping your dress up.

Shoves two fingers in his mouth, there is no need to wet them, but he wants to mix him and you together as he reaches down and runs the fingers up and down your sensitive pussy. "So damn perfect, and mine. Are you mine, hm? My real trophy?" He asks, making you moan and rock backward, meeting his fingers. They slowly enter and spread you open before moving up and down and then curling inside you, causing you to drop your head, and muffling your moan.

"Fuck me, Danny, please, I can't. I need you!" You cry, which has Daniel shake his head and smack your ass. "Fuck...." You whimper but gasp when you feel Daniel's cock slowly tease you. He rubs his cock up and down before slamming into you.

Reaching around, he covers your mouth, smothering the scream as you adjust to his size. He doesn't wait, though, as he pulls all the way out and slams back into you. Groaning, his free hand wraps your hair and pulls you back, arching into him. "So fucking tight, wrapping around my cock like you are made for me. Are you made for me, kitten? Your pussy made for cock?" He groans. All you can do is nod your head, opening your mouth, you twirl your tongue over his fingers.

He shoves them into your mouth, making you choke on them, but you don't mind sucking on them. He keeps the same depth moving faster, hitting every nerve inside you. "Fuck, close." He groans and lays down on top of you, his thrusts short and fast, pulling his fingers out. They reach down and start to rub your clit. Loud moans fill the air with the sound of skin slapping skin.

"Come in me, make me yours. Fuck, please, please." You beg as Daniel grunts in your ear, moving faster. "Pump you full, I will, baby. Show everyone you're mine. Yeah? Yeah?" He moans as you scream, burying your head on the couch as you come again. Daniel's thrusts falter as he freezes and comes inside you.

Arms tightening around your waist, you whimper, feeling sticky and exhausted but so damn good at the same time. "I'm sorry." He whispers, pulling out of you, and you giggle.

"Don't think because you won, we're suddenly together again. I will need a lot...and I mean many orgasms as an apology." Wrapping your arms around his neck, Daniel laughs. "That I can do." He nips your lips, making you laugh as his hand gently enters you.

"Guess I need to start now." Pulling moans out of you, good thing you locked your door.

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I have an idea for seb!

How about famous!actress!reader who thirsts over her husband seb and posts race week dumps and all the drivers are simping for her

a/n: omg yes I love this so much!!! I can never say no to a seb request we know this <3

trophy husband 🏆

sebastian vettel x reader

(instagram au)

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yourusername: don’t be fooled, seb was carrying these heels soon after this photo 😘 doesn’t he look handsome though??

Y/n.fan: she’s serving as always

scuderiaferrari: doesnt he just 😍

pierregasly: mrs Vettel !! 😳

charles_leclerc: calm yourself calamar 🦑

vettelfan: seb carrying her heels for her 🫶

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yourusername: wife duties ❤️

scuderiaferrari: we loved having you as always ❤️

f1fan: Y/N FEEDING US THE SEB CONTENT WE ALL NEED 👏

fan2: okay but the fact her likes are filled with the other drivers is so funny to me-

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yourusername: date night 🤍 (📸: seb)

fan: she’s serving as always

pierregasly: wow 😍

charles_leclerc: seb is going to kill you

lilymhe: god you’re gorgeous ❤️‍🩹💍

yourusername: leave Alex for me let’s run away together 🫶

danielricciardo: classy ❤️

yourusername: I’m a classy girl danny

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f1: the ultimate trophy couple 😍❤️

Ferrarifan: seb is a trophy husband fr 😮‍💨

liked by yourusername

scuderiaferrari: the most beautiful couple ❤️

charles_leclerc: parents 🫶

pierregasly: milf ?

liked by scuderiaferrari, charles_leclerc and others

yourusername: another race dump? sebs dump? my two favourite people ❤️

danielricciardo: what an ass

charles_leclerc: ❤️

fan2: y/n feeding us seb content because she knows that man starves us of content

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emilybluntt · 2 years

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envvu · 1 year

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"It is said that the deep red petals of the red carnation represent a beating heart that is filled with love."

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Drawing dedicated to @zero1qn2

Because I strongly believe that men should get flowers too.

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my fav eah couple everyone

#ever after high #class of classics #eah red riding hood #eah big badwolf #professor badwolf #red x badwolf #badwolf x red #eah parents

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ant1quarian · 3 months

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Another Story Idea (Sanses x Reader)

Y'know how a lot of the Sans x Readers are the whole "Six in a House and you have to deal with them and live with them also Classic Sans is rich"?

Consider multiverse shenanigans that Readz gets dragged into when- due to Sans messing around with the machine, as he always does- but it's underground.

Readz, though not a Frisk, gets tugged along with The Original from Undertale (As they are Frisk's older sibling) and sort of just gets plunged into this way of existing without being able to mentally do the thing

Now, on top of all of the "fuck we gotta break the barrier" shit, there's also the whole

"THERE'S FIVE TORIELS, FIVE PAPYRI, EIGHT SANSES, AND LITERAL DUPLICATES OF EVERYONE ELSE."

"WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH SPACE FOR THIS."

"WHERE DID THOSE LAST TWO GUY'S AUS GO?"

Also Sans panicking over not having enough money cos holy hecca

Just an idea :]

#Sans x Reader #Underfell Sans x Reader #Red x Reader #Horrortale Sans x Reader #Horrortale Sans #dusttale sans #Dust Sans x Reader #Killer Sans x Reader #Killer Sans #Undertale Fanfic #Underswap Sans x Reader #underswap sans #Classic Sans #undertale fandom #Story Ideas #Cross Sans x Reader

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medics-secret-shipfic-folder · 1 year

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The more things change, the more they stay the same.

My Deviantart!

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #heavyxmedic #red oktoberfest #tfc heavy #tfc medic #classic heavy #classic medic #tfc heavy x tfc medic #classic heavy x classic medic #my art

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toppersjeep · 2 months

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Running For The Hills- Charles Leclerc X Reader

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Summary: Inspired by run for the hills by Tate McRae. You and Charles work together you are a race engineer at Ferrari. You two kinda have a relationship of sorts but you know that it’s never gonna lead to anything more.

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(This is a random post for you all because we hit 700 followers thank you so so much I love you all endlessly. It means more than you know. Thanks for reading my stories 🩷) - A/N

Your POV

||hotels late nights hands through my hair||

There I was in his hotel room again. Looking up at the ceiling wondering why I kept doing this. I tried to stop myself but I couldn’t help it. He was addicting in every single way. Like a good song on the radio. Or your favorite tv show. Charles Leclerc was addicting.

“Are you still awake” Charles asked softly rolling over to look at me. “Just can’t sleep” I said as he pulled me closer. “Come here” Charles said. “I thought you were asleep” I said. “I sleep better next to you now” Charles said I snuggled up to his chest. “Do you” I said he kissed my forehead.

||cause I know deep down that’s it never gonna be us||

“Yes you know I do” Charles said. We both finally fell asleep. We knew what this was just friends and coworkers with benefits. Despite me wanting more but never saying so. I knew how this would end and so would he.

At work we acted like nothing happened. Like I didn’t wake up next to him this morning. Like his hands aren’t all over me the night before. Or how my heels were on the edge of his bed last night. We pretended. Something we were both good at. Especially him.

“Y/N did you send the documents to Fred” Carlos asked. “Yes I did” I said. “Okay how about the statistics from free practice” Carlos said. “I have Charles I can get yours if you’d like” I said. “Yeah I just feel like my cars slower” Carlos said.

“Cause you were” Charles said walking over. “Yeah yeah mate I get it” Carlos said rolling his eyes. “Uhhh here” I said handing him a part. “Thank you Y/N” Carlos said walking away. “Did you need something Cha” I asked. “No.. I just wanted to see what you were up to” Charles said.

“Going over stuff from the previous race and reading over regulations” I said. “Anything I can help with” he said sitting beside me putting a hand on my back. “You’re more of a distraction to be honest” I said. “Oh” Charles said. “Am I now” Charles whispered in my ear.

“I.. don’t get you what happened to at work we are coworkers” I said softly. “Did I do something you seem off” Charles said. “Charles I don’t wanna play this game anymore” I said moving his hand. “I don’t get you” Charles said.

“I have work to do” I said. “Alright” Charles said getting up. “Here” I said giving him paperwork. “What’s that” Charles said. “Stuff for you to read over so” I said. “Alright” Charles said. “I’ll see you later” I said. “Are you sure you want to because” Charles said. “Yes” I said.

Later on…

This time I went to Charles apartment. Being that we were back in Monaco now. I knocked on the door. He opened it with a smile. And I walked into his place. Like I had a million times before. This time it felt different.

“Wanna tell me what’s bugging you love” Charles said. “I don’t wanna make you mad though” I said sitting on his couch. As he shut the door. “What’s wrong” Charles said sitting beside me. “This ..whole situation I can’t keep doing it” I said.

“Hooking up” Charles said. “Yeah I just.. we both know it will never lead anywhere” I said. He then stood up and turned away from me. “And why all the sudden are you saying this” Charles said. “Are you that bothered you can find someone else” I said.

“I don’t want someone else Y/N” Charles said. “And I don’t want to keep doing this anymore ,it’s going to lead to nothing” I said yelling. “Y/N I don’t care I want you nobody else” Charles said. “Stop saying things that you don’t mean” I said. I then got up. Attempting to leave.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him. “I mean every damn word” Charles said cupping my cheek. “Just listen to me please baby” Charles said as I looked into his green eyes. I nodded. “At first I thought the same thing it wouldn’t be anything” Charles said.

“But as we kept this going… I.. well I” Charles said still cupping my cheek. “I never wanted it to end.. I wanted you by my side” Charles said. “Charles” I said softly. “I want you by my side all the time” Charles said. “Not just to hook up either” he added.

“I want you to be mine always and nobody else’s” Charles said. “Because.. I’m madly in love with you Y/N and I can’t stop” Charles said I blushed. “I love you” I said he then kissed me. “.. So screw this whole friends with benefits thing and be my girlfriend” Charles said.

“As long as we still get the benefits” I said he laughed. “Oh that’s a definite my love” Charles said. “Then yes I’ll be your girlfriend” I said. “It also comes with extra benefits” Charles said with a wink. I smiled knowing he was officially mine.

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Sweet little angel | m.v

pairing: mean!dom!max x sub!reader

warnings: smut, possessive behaviour, chocking, dacryphilia, orgasm denial

w/c: 1.1k

summary: Your boyfriend doesn’t like the fact that you’re so nice and sweet to his rivals, so he shows you how good girls like you should get treated. (based off of this request!)

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“Wait! I pick it up for you!” You said with a wide smile before you jogged over to Daniel, quickly picking the cap he just dropped back up, kindly handing it to him.

Daniel flashed you his infamous smile, “Thank you y/n!” He said as he happily took the cap out of your small hands.

You only smiled before you noticed how your boyfriend — max, watched the two of you with dark eyes, arms crossed over his chest as he tilted his head and adjusted his own redbull cap before you walked over to you.

But before he was able to reach your standing figure in the redbull garage, Carlos suddenly stood by your side, unintentionally blocking max's way,

“Y/n, I’m so sorry to ask you that stupid question but could you maybe help me with the zipper here? I just can’t get it and maybe you can get it easier with your smaller fingers.”

You giggled and smiled before you bit your lip and focused on helping him with the zipper of his racing suit.

After a few attempts, you got it while standing so close to him as your small fingers worked on getting his racing suit zipped up, his chin almost touching the top of your head as he stared down at you.

“Here you go, Carlos,” you mumbled before you patted his chest, stepping away from him as he thanked you and went back to the Ferrari garage.

You turned around and quickly caught the gaze of your boyfriend simply standing there with his arms crossed, looking at you like a hunter looking at it's prey.

You furrowed your brows and gulped before you took slowly steif towards him, “Maxie, baby? What’s wrong?” You asked.

He raised his brows, “what’s wrong?” He asked in a quiet tone to not draw any attention to the two of you, “you’re seriously asking-, you know what?, c'mere,” he spat at you before he harshly grabbed your wrist and walked with you in a fast pace towards his drivers room.

You gasped as he basically threw you into the room, slamming the door behind him,

“Sit down,” he demanded as he pointed at the small couch in the room.

Nervously and with a confused expression, you sat down as you looked up at him with big eyes, playing with your fingers as he stared down into your eyes.

Max angrily bit his inner cheek, “you act so innocent, like an angel… but we both know you’re far from being an angel,” he quietly spat at you, making tears enter your eyes while you bit your lip, knee bouncing up and down as you removed your gaze from his intimating one.

You heard your boyfriend sigh, “Eyes. on. me,” he demanded in a deep tone, arms still crossed over his chest before you gulped and looked up at the redbull driver again.

“Sorry,” you apologised quietly with tears in your eyes, “Max, I’m-” but max cut you off, swiftly placing his hand on your cheeks, lightly squeezing them as he leaned forward,

“Sorry won’t fix it now,” max whispered with raised brows as your bottom lip slightly trembled, “It won’t,” he repeated quietly but deeply.

You gulped, “but what did I do wrong?” You dared to ask in a hush tone as his hand glided down your throat, roughly squeezing it as he heard your question.

“Oh no,” max mumbled with slightly furrowed brows, “is my pretty little angel so dumb? Doesn’t she know she’s done wrong, hmm?” He asked teasingly, other hand brushing some of your hair out of your face.

You gulped again and sniffled a couple of times before he caressed your now tears stained cheek, speaking up again,

“Guess I have to remind her, huh?”

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You gasped and whined as max harshly thrusted into you, bending your legs so that your knees weee almost touching your ears as he secured his palms behind your head, forcing you to look up at him.

“You like t-that don’t you?” The Dutch driver asked you, nodding his head along his words as his thrust got faster, making your eyes roll unkt the back of your head, “knew you would like that — pretty little innocent looking angels like you always like the dirty stuff don’t they?” Max said in a quiet tone.

You only nodded as your whines got louder while he was busy with caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Tell me how good it feels, c‘mon,” he demanded with raised brows as he waited for you to speak up, after stuttering for a few seconds, you managed to say something,

“S-So good,” you wildly nodded as he still held your head in place, foreheads almost touching each other as he almost entirely removed himself from you before he thrusted himself back into you in a rough pace, “so good, g-god!” You shrieked.

Max licked his lips as he smirked, biting his inner cheek as he visibly bit back a laugh, “Yeah?” He said in a breathy undertone, making you nod.

You gasped before you answered, hands reaching up up to tightly get a hold of his wrists, “Y-Yeah,” you said in a high pitched tone, fingers squeezing his skin.

The young redbull driver looked down at your hands squeezing his wrists, quickly leaning down and giving your wrists a tiny peck before he whispered in your ear,

“Good girl don’t always get treated nicely, baby — you should know after being with me for almost a year already,” he told you before he surprisingly pulled out, still forcing you to bend your legs, not giving you the simple opportunity to close them and relief you from the pain.

“N-No!” You gasped before he let go of your head, letting you drop down onto the couch with a light thud as he stared down at you with the same dark eyes from before.

You threw your head back, “F-Fuck!,” you cursed in a breathy undertone as you squeezed your eyes shut, letting the tears roll down your heated cheeks.

Max leaned himself forward, softly running his mouth along your ear, letting his lips also run along the side of your neck a couple of times,

“Since when does my little angel curse, huh?” He smirked with slightly furrowed brows.

You were only able to gasp for air as he slowly laid your legs back down onto the couch and slowly placed his big hand around your throat again, lightly squeezing it as he looked down at you,

“Next time you’re being so nice to any of my rivals, I remind you right in front of them, got it?”

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