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[blamemma]

f1paddockclub: waving goodbye to singapore.

[tojisun]

gasp

you guys ever think about beta gaz x omega reader x alpha ghost

how they pulled you into their fold only for ghost’s rut.

how kyle doesn’t leave the nest because ghost calls for him. don’t mind the fact that you’re a ripe and unbonded omega who is wet with slick; whose strong pheromones fill the nesting room—simon’s alpha still calls for kyle.

how simon breeds you. god, he breeds you good.

he fills you up and fucks you for hours that your pussy’s all bruised and your cervix’s straining with how filled it is, but you want more. you need more because this alpha is pack alpha. he’s the best alpha, with his thick sperm and his strong libido, and the way his size and bulk just shrouds you with surging protective energy.

but—

“kyle,” simon rumbles, his voice straining his trachea. he reaches out, begging, and you mewl at the reminder of who else in here is pack.

the bed dips behind you and you peer up, amidst the fever of your rousing heat—sparked by the alpha’s rut—and watch as kyle curls his arms around simon’s neck, pulling him close.

the two of them share a quiet moment, their eyes doing most of the talking. the moment is charged, almost tangibly so, then kyle is tipping his head to the side, presenting his neck for the alpha.

simon rumbles once again, his scent spiking in his pleasure—pleased not by your cunt but by kyle’s submission. and you know you should feel slighted, that you should take this as the alpha’s rejection of your omega because your neck is still unmarked; you are still unclaimed—but you do not feel that churning. you do not think that this is a rejection. not when their hands fall to touch you, to map your fever-warm skin, so greedy and tender and kind.

your walls clench around simon’s knot the moment his sharp canines maul kyle’s skin, digging and tearing. because a mark on a beta’s skin would not be permanent—not the way an alpha’s bite on an omega is—so simon will find a way to at least make it last.

kyle’s pleased whimper fills your ears and that—

that is what pushes you to cum once more.

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(or, ghostgaz x reader objectification again. pt idek atp)

[julykings]

25 today

[xo100]

Coming home - LN4

*:･ﾟ Summary/request: by anon; ‘y/n drunk in a club and calling lando to pick her up 🙈 him being patient and gentle 🫶🏼 thank you!!!’

*:･ﾟ Word count: 2214

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It had been a quiet evening for Lando Norris. The kind of evening he loved, where the house was filled with the gentle hum of the TV, and the warmth of home comforted him after a long day. He’d spent most of his time winding down, his thoughts often drifting to his girlfriend, who had texted him earlier in the day, saying she’d be out with friends tonight.

“You have fun,” he had told her with a smile before she left, his hands gently resting on her hips as he gave her a kiss goodbye.

She never went out too often—mostly a homebody unlike him—so he had encouraged her to enjoy herself, to have a night of fun and laughter, with drinks if she felt like it. He knew she didn’t really drink much, maybe a cocktail here or there, but nothing excessive. She had always been mindful, careful, but tonight seemed a little different.

-

It was around midnight when Lando's phone buzzed.

At first, he didn’t think much of it. He figured it would be one of those casual updates, maybe a quick check-in to let him know she was alright. But when he glanced at the screen, the sight of her name at the top of the message thread made him pause, and the message itself made him frown slightly in confusion.

“I’msogldmkgoig,” the text read. He blinked, squinting at the screen.

Lando tilted his head, trying to decipher the meaning of the garbled message. Was she typing in some kind of code? Then it hit him—a small smile tugged at his lips. She was drunk. Really drunk.

Shaking his head with a soft chuckle, he swiped open his phone, his thumbs moving quickly over the screen.

“Hey, you okay? Need me to pick you up?”

It took a minute or two for a response to come in, and when it did, it was no clearer than the first.

“nnoOOO immmmperf!!! ssssgood igot this!!! 😊😊😊”

Lando laughed under his breath, a fond smile settling on his face. He could just imagine her sitting at a table with her friends, holding her phone up way too close to her face, squinting at the keyboard as she tried to string a sentence together. She always got flustered when her texts came out wrong, even more so when she had a bit too much to drink.

He tried calling her, but it rang for a moment before she declined it. Another message popped up.

“ssorryyyyy busyy having fun witt gurls!! 🎉🍹”

Lando raised an eyebrow. He knew her friends, and he had no doubt they were looking after her, but it was clear she was teetering on the edge of tipsy and downright hammered.

A part of him wanted to laugh at the situation, but the protective part of him nudged forward. He’d rather her be home and safe than out and struggling to figure out how to text properly.

After sending her another message asking if she needed help, he waited, watching the dots of her typing bubble appear and disappear before another string of incomprehensible words filled the chat.

Then, finally, she called him.

Her name flashed across the screen, and Lando answered quickly.

“Hiiiii,” she sang into the phone, her voice bright but undeniably slurred.

“Hey, love,” Lando said softly, leaning back on the couch, the smile in his voice impossible to miss. “You doing okay over there?”

There was a brief pause on the other end, a bit of shuffling and background noise as her friends laughed and chatted around her. “Mmmm, I think soooo,” she said, dragging out the words. “But Landoooo, guess what?”

“What?” Lando humored her, knowing she probably had no idea where this conversation was going.

“I miss youuuu,” she said with a giggle, her voice softening with an endearing whine. “Like, really, really miss you.”

Lando’s heart did a little flip, warmth spreading in his chest. “I miss you too,” he replied, his voice dropping into that gentle, affectionate tone he used whenever they were being sweet with each other. “How about I come pick you up, hmm? I think it’s time to get you home.”

There was another pause, and he could hear the muffled sound of her friends in the background again, likely checking in on her. Then she whispered into the phone, as if telling him the world’s biggest secret, “Okay… but don’t tell anyone… I’m a little drunk.”

Lando chuckled, shaking his head fondly. “You don’t say.”

“But I’m not… that drunk,” she continued, her words tumbling over each other. “Just… a little.”

“Sure, babe,” Lando said playfully, standing up from the couch and grabbing his keys. “I’ll be there in a bit, alright? Stay with your friends. I’m on my way.”

“‘Kayyy,” she sighed, clearly relieved. “Lando?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re the best,” she whispered, her voice filled with a drunken sincerity that made Lando’s chest tighten in the best way.

He grinned, shaking his head again as he headed out the door. “You’re not too bad yourself, love.”

-

The drive to the bar wasn’t long. Lando had been there with her and her friends before, and he knew the route by heart. As he pulled up, his eyes immediately scanned the front of the building, and sure enough, he spotted her standing with a few of her friends near the curb, her posture relaxed but a little wobbly. She was laughing at something one of them had said, her phone clutched in one hand, her jacket loosely draped over her shoulders.

Lando parked and stepped out of the car, his eyes softening as they landed on her. She looked up and saw him, her face lighting up in a way that made his heart skip. She immediately broke into a wide, tipsy grin, her eyes sparkling as she waved enthusiastically.

“Landooo!” she called, drawing out his name in that adorable, exaggerated way she always did when she was happy to see him.

He chuckled, making his way over to her, his hands slipping into his pockets as he approached. “Hey, you,” he greeted, his voice warm and teasing.

She stumbled slightly as she moved toward him, but he was quick to catch her, his hands gently wrapping around her waist to steady her. “Careful, love,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

Her arms looped around his neck as she looked up at him, her eyes a little glassy but full of affection. “You came,” she said, her voice softer now, as if the reality of him being there had just hit her.

“Of course I did,” he replied, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “I wasn’t gonna leave you here drunk and texting me gibberish all night.”

She giggled, her cheeks flushing. “I wasn’t texting gibberish!”

Lando raised an eyebrow, pulling out his phone and holding up her messages for her to see. “You sure about that?”

She squinted at the screen, her face scrunching up in concentration before she groaned, burying her face in his chest. “Okay, maybe a little gibberish,” she mumbled.

He laughed softly, wrapping his arms around her a little tighter. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

She let out a dramatic sigh, looking up at him with wide, playful eyes. “But I was having funnn,” she whined, though the smile tugging at her lips told him she was more than happy to go with him.

“I’m sure you were,” Lando said with a smirk. “But you’ll have more fun when you’re not regretting all those drinks tomorrow.”

She pouted up at him for a moment before her expression softened, her hand coming up to gently cup his cheek. “You’re so good to me,” she whispered, her voice carrying that drunken tenderness again.

Lando’s heart melted at her words, and he leaned down to kiss her softly, his lips brushing against hers with all the love and patience in the world. “Only because you’re worth it,” he murmured against her lips before pulling back slightly. “Come on, let’s get you in the car.”

-

The drive home was quiet, her head resting against the window as the streetlights flickered by. Every now and then, she’d glance over at him, her eyes soft and full of affection. He’d catch her staring and smile, reaching over to squeeze her hand gently, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in soothing circles.

“You’re really cute, you know that?” she said suddenly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lando laughed softly. “Am I?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, her eyes drifting shut as she leaned back into the seat. “Really, really cute.”

He shook his head, the fondness in his chest swelling as he stole a glance at her. “You’re something else.”

By the time they got home, she was half-asleep, her body heavy with the exhaustion that always seemed to follow a night of drinking. Lando parked the car and got out, walking over to her side and opening the door. She stirred slightly, her eyes blinking open as he reached out a hand to help her up.

“You okay to walk?” he asked gently.

She nodded, though her movements were slow and sleepy. He wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her out of the car as she leaned into him for support. Her head rested against his shoulder, and a small, content sigh escaped her lips as they made their way toward the house.

Lando unlocked the door and led her inside, his grip gentle but firm. She stumbled a little on her way through the doorway, giggling at her own clumsiness.

“You’re like my knight in shining armor,” she slurred playfully, looking up at him with a soft smile as they stood in the entryway. “Except you drive a McLaren instead of a horse.”

Lando chuckled, rolling his eyes in amusement. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

She nodded, her head resting back on his shoulder as they made their way down the hallway to their bedroom. “It’s totally a compliment,” she mumbled, her voice getting quieter with each word. “You’re perfect.”

They reached the bed, and Lando helped her sit down, carefully slipping off her shoes. “Alright, love,” he said softly, “let's get you into something more comfortable.”

She whined in protest, her arms going limp as she dramatically fell back onto the bed, her legs still dangling off the edge. “But I’m already sooo comfy,” she groaned.

Lando smirked, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous,” he muttered affectionately as he knelt down to take her shoes off. Then he stood, heading to the closet to grab one of his oversized hoodies—one she always liked to wear—and brought it back to her.

With a bit of gentle coaxing, he helped her change out of her clothes, into the soft hoodie that smelled faintly of him. She sighed in contentment, snuggling into the fabric as soon as it was on.

“There you go,” he whispered, brushing her hair back from her face. “All cozy.”

She smiled sleepily at him, her eyes half-lidded as she gazed up at him. “Lando?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

The words came out soft and vulnerable, almost like a confession. Even though she was drunk, there was a deep sincerity in her voice that made his heart ache in the best way. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead before resting his own forehead against hers.

“I love you too” he murmured, his voice filled with all the affection he’d been holding onto since the moment she had called him. “So much.”

She smiled, her eyes fluttering closed as she snuggled deeper into the blankets. “You’re the best boyfriend ever,” she mumbled, her words slurring together as sleep started to claim her.

Lando stayed there for a moment, just watching her, his heart swelling with warmth. He could see the way her breathing slowed, her body relaxing completely as she drifted off to sleep. Even in her drunken state, she was still the girl he adored—the one who made him laugh, who always knew how to make him smile, and who filled his life with more joy than he ever thought possible.

He stood up slowly, making sure she was tucked in before he changed into his own clothes for the night. Sliding into bed next to her, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. She instinctively moved toward him, her body curling into his as she sighed in contentment.

Lando pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, his fingers gently brushing through her hair as he whispered, “Goodnight, love.”

And as she slept peacefully in his arms, he couldn’t help but smile, his heart full. Because nights like this—where he could be there for her, take care of her, and remind her just how much he loved her—were the ones that made everything worth it.

She might have been a little too drunk tonight, but to Lando, she was perfect in every way. And as they lay there, tangled together in the quiet comfort of their home, he knew he wouldn’t trade a single moment of it for the world.

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*:･ﾟ Notes; Hey anon! I hope you enjoyed it and that this was what you had in mind! If not let me know so I can change things! Enjoy it, love! I’m also currently working on part 3 of baking cookies, coming online soon!

[babygirlewis]

｡･ﾟﾟ･wanting a baby with him｡･ﾟﾟ･

warnings: once again, slightly suggestive. that’s my thing now it seems

drivers: f! reader x lewis hamilton, lando norris, charles leclerc, max verstappen, carlos sainz, daniel ricciardo

note: i changed lando’s name because i didn’t want to keep counting his wins hahaha we’re getting to three now so 🫶🏼 also chose to include daniel instead of oscar because we need some daniel comfort right now. hoping my fellow daniel girls are doing okay.

disclaimer: i do not allow my work to be copied/translated/reposted

[nanakorobiyaokii]

umemiya so real for this. i would do anything even the impossible just for him._(┐「ε:)_☆♪

[passionpeachy]

Hello!! I hope that this isn't too much of a bother or too long, but I just wanted to tell you that it has been so, so lovely seeing your artwork and everything that you've created as a Mexican-American artist... I'm Mexican-American myself, and it's just such a beautiful feeling to have someone who looks like me be such a huge artistic inspiration... Eres una artista increíble 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖

how I felt reading this

[moineauz]

𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 love is like that of a kaleidoscope.

An array of eccentric and exuberant colours; shifting in hues and shades, from cool to warm. It felt tangible in your hands, its sharp edges and curves, dancing in the moonlight and resting in the light of day.

Aventurine noticed you; glowing amongst wine and cocktails, the light dim and fickle. A wave of cool air blends with the tender strokes of the violin down to the press of the piano's key. And thus, time stilled, his drink slipping through his fingers like sand. Was it the alcohol? Or your countenance? It's form and facade, grinning despite the rush of wine entering your system. It's your least favourite, he notes. Only then does his heart sink.

Even now, he doesn't quite recall that hazy memory. Similar to how thick humid fog settles over a barren bog. Nevertheless, it didn't matter. Not now. Not while you are lying beside him. Another night tucked under the covers of another star system. The sun stretches its lengthy arms over the horizon, yawning deeply as mellow hues of orange and yellow strike the sky fervently.

You're basking in the morning light; absorbing it in your flesh, warmth rising from your chest as you exhale the night's festivities. Aventurine reaches towards the edges of your face, allowing its natural coolness to part for warmth. He sighs.

"Aventurine?"

"Yes?" the mask of a grin spreads across his face as your eyes remain shut.

"Must we always do this?"

Aventurine's love is like that of a kaleidoscope.

An array of ever-shifting colours; pulling on new shades and hues like suits and masks, persona and person. You know his cunning nature, that smiles that brought you into his embrace, always undoing you in ribbons of silk and sweetness. An absurd amount of credits, and gifts that no longer fit in your closet.

"No more gifts Aventurine. No more masks."

He gazes at you with an unreadable expression. You swallow, the sky now beams down at the world below.

"I'd like to see you. No matter how hollow of a man you may be."

masterlist.

wc: 355 . wowie, i hope you enjoyed 🫶🏼 just really had to get his one out of my drafts

[sarah-cam]

i feel so alive

[blamemma]

daniel ricciardo leaves the singapore grand prix paddock with a smile on his face 😌🫶🏼☀️

[lcandothisallday]

QUINN “HOTTEST BROTHER” HUGHES

[accio-victuuri]

XIAO ZHAN’S GLORIOUS ARMS #zharms 💪🏼

BONUS: look at him. thank you for the thirst traps! 🫶🏼

[eobe]

Hardcase appreciation! The first time he suggested to sneak instead of blowing up everything 😂 He is absolutely on my underrated clones list! I think he is even underrated and not really taken seriously by his own brothers.

I think he is quite smart and just having his issues with impulsivity and his own limitless energy – or maybe he has not and just let it out and enjoys secretly that everybody thinks he can‘t do otherwise 😀

By the way, I saw a Hardcase sneaking in here @hardcase-ct-yolo 🫶🏼 You‘ve got timing! 😎👍🏼

[babygirl-lovesyou]

I wonder if you guys like small booty🫶🏼

[honeyandthunderstorms]

rec five fics with titles you particularly enjoy!

I've been tagged 3 times now so I feel it is only right to do this challenge lmao anywayssss tagged by these lovelies: @love-mariiii @formulaocean @starrwrrld 💗

where you go, I go by @ladysomething — the famous skyfall edit of charles’ sunset lap x max’s storm lap!!! need I say more? iconic of her to use this lyric as the fic title. also this might be a wip, but its my all time fav lestappen fic. I will suggest this fic to everyone bc its truly amazing.

right where you belong by @amarynas — right where you belong… in max’s arms, Charles. no, but seriously so cute and fluffy with a bunch of angst. Max and Charles deserve to be happy and they get that in this fic and the companion fic 👀

grapefruit mignonette by @slapshots on ao3 (idk if they have tumblr) — named after the food Max makes per suggestion by Charles. he later lists it in his menu “love notes” under “first sight” and my heart squeezed in my chest. also deliously filthy. need i say more? one of the first fics I read in this fandom and I still reread constantly when I want to get my dose of chef max hehe

frechheit by @additiva — I actually love fic titles in other languages and this word literally means cheekiness which Charles is the cheekiest mf alive in this fic. one of my fav fics and I highly suggest it bc AH slightly older max? they're both hissy bitches and I love them.

long live (the walls we crashed through) by @fabbyf1 — taylor swift lyric and one thing you might not know about me is that I fuck heavily with my girl tay tay. also this song is so f1 coded so there’s that. anyways, childhood friends to lovers anyone??? love the rewriting of the narrative. God knew they’d be too strong as friends and made them rivals instead. but this fic? this fic tells the story of them growing up as friends beautifully and how they fall in love.

my bookmarks page wouldn't work on ao3 so I had to go searching lmao anywaysssss no-pressure tags: @beensinning @sediciii @zettychez @qdverti 🫶🏼

[foolishdoodles]

hellcheer but with this iconic johnny/baby pose?

🫶🏼