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cherryl4na · 2 months

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❥•°❀"monte carlo passion and fury"

abstract || lando dnf's in monaco and takes that anger out on you.

female!reader || smut. dirty. nasty as hell. angry!lando. fluff ending. 1.6k words

After a disappointing race at Monaco, Lando ended up with a DNF, leaving him seething with frustration and anger. So consumed by his emotions, he didn't care about potential fines for skipping media duties; all he wanted was to escape to his apartment. Quickly changing out of his race gear, he grabbed your hand and hurriedly led you to his sleek Lamborghini Miura parked nearby. The engine roared to life as he skillfully navigated the streets of Monaco, the city's glittering lights blurring past as he drove with a mix of intensity and determination. In the quiet moments between the rush of wind and the hum of the engine, you could sense both his disappointment and his need for solace, finding comfort in your presence beside him.

Arriving at Lando's Monaco apartment was a relief from the chaotic energy of the city streets below. The sleek, modern building rose into the night sky, its facade illuminated by soft, ambient lighting that cast gentle shadows across the entrance. Lando's steps were purposeful as he led you through the lobby and into the private elevator.

The elevator ride was silent and tense, the only sound the soft hum of the descending lift. The apartment door closed with a decisive click behind you, shutting out the world momentarily. Inside, the air was thick with Lando's frustration, the sleek, modern decor a stark contrast to his turbulent emotions.

He didn't speak as he led you through the living area, passing by the expansive windows that framed the glittering lights of Monaco's nightlife. His grip tightened as he turned abruptly towards the hallway leading to the bedrooms, his knuckles white with the intensity of his emotions. With each hurried step, the faint scent of cologne mingles with the musty air. Finally, he steers you into the bedroom.

The door swung open with a forceful push, revealing a sanctuary that mirrored Lando's conflicted state—clean lines disrupted by scattered belongings, the bed rumpled in disarray. Without a word, he stepped inside, his back tense and shoulders squared, a silent invitation, or perhaps a plea for understanding in the midst of his turmoil.

Releasing his vice-like grip on your hand, Lando stepped back, his fingers slowly unfurling as he leaned against the bedroom wall. His expression was a tumultuous mix of anger and frustration, etched deeply into the lines of his face. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows that danced across his features, highlighting the furrow of his brow and the tight set of his lips.

His eyes, usually vibrant with determination, now bore into you with a piercing intensity. The air in the room seemed to thicken with the weight of his emotions, palpable in the tense silence that hung between you. Each breath he took seemed laden with unspoken words, as if he struggled to find the right way to express the turmoil raging inside him.

Lando's voice erupted with anger and frustration, sharp and demanding. "Strip down, now," he barked, his tone cutting through the air like a whip, filled with an intense, simmering rage. His stance against the bedroom wall was tense and rigid, his eyes blazing with a fiery mix of emotions.

The room seemed to shrink under the weight of his fury, the dim light from the bedside lamp casting harsh shadows that emphasized the lines of tension etched into his face. Every word carried a heavy force, laden with his racing disappointment and the raw edge of his emotions.

In the charged silence that followed, his command hung in the air, leaving you to confront the turbulent storm of his anger and the unsettling demand it carried.

Lando's frustration reached a breaking point. With a sudden surge of anger, he grabbed your clothes and tore them off with a forceful pull. The fabric yielded reluctantly, the seams splitting with a sharp sound that filled the room. His movements were swift and assertive, driven by a turbulent mix of emotions—rage, disappointment, and a profound sense of loss.

Each article of clothing fell away, discarded in a heap on the floor, as if symbolizing the weight of his racing disappointments. His hands, usually gentle and precise, now gripped the fabric with a fierce intensity, fingers trembling with the strain of his emotions. The air crackled with tension, thick with the scent of adrenaline and the bitter residue of his unspoken frustrations.

Exposed and vulnerable, you stood before him, with determination, now burned with a mix of regret and longing. For a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath, the silence heavy and charged with the raw energy of his actions.

Breathing heavily, Lando stood before you, his chest rising and falling with the effort of his emotions. His hand rises, gripping your hair tightly within his fist, a gasp escaping your lips. Getting closer to your face, his breath against your lips, he states with a firm tone to signify that he is not playing any games, "Stop being such a little brat. You're better than that." With his grip still in your hair, he throws you onto the bed, causing you to land on your stomach.

Stripping down to nothing, Lando moves to get behind you. His strong, veiny hands find your hair once more, pulling your head up and tilting it back to look at him. Smacking your cheek a bit, he commands you. "Open," and once you do, immediately following his instructions to not get him angrier, he spits aggressively into your mouth before patting your cheek, forcing you to swallow which you do. You can’t help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside your body at his dominance caused by anger and rage. It makes your mind melt, feeling as if you're just a puddle on the floor after a thunderstorm.

Pushing your head back down to the bed, he releases your hair so he can leave a hard smack on your ass, causing you to let out a small yelp from the contact. Lando’s hands move to your hips, forcing you to arch your back, stomach against the bed before slamming into you.

You cry out at the sudden feeling, meanwhile he just laughs at you darkly, telling you, "You can take it, can’t you? Yeah, you can because you're my good little slut. Doing so good f'me yeah? My good little slut. All for me and only me." He groans as he continues to pound into you, faster and harder, but making sure to get all the right places for you. He’s not that selfish to forget his good girl's pleasure, even if you can be a brat sometimes.

At some point, he grips your hair for the second time that day, pulls you up and back to his chest. That same hand, oh, that hand of his, moves around to grip your neck a bit tight to where it’s pleasurable while the other wraps around your waist. He pounds into you harder and harder, getting angrier and angrier till you finally come, a mixture between a moan and a scream leaving your lips.

Smirking, the hand in your hair grips it tighter as he whispers into your ear, his voice low and raspy and so sexy. "Good girl, yeah, that's it... Gonna come inside you and fill you up. You'd like that wouldn't you, you little whore. Fill you up with my babies, hmm? That what you want? Yeah it is." He then chuckles, his hips thrusting faster and faster, like an untamable beast before finally groaning loudly into your ear and proceeding to release inside you.

After a few moments, once he’s done, he places you back down on the bed softly and gently, pulling out of you slowly so as to not hurt you as he watches his release flow out of you slowly. He then kisses the top of your head, whispering sweet praises into your ear before getting a warm towel and cleaning you up gently.

After the intense rush of emotions and sensations had settled, Lando lays down onto his bed and pulls you close, his arms wrapped protectively around you. His breathing was steady now, his heartbeat slowing to a reassuring rhythm against your skin. The room was filled with a comforting silence, broken only by the soft murmur of his voice.

"I didn't mean to lose my temper earlier," he began, his tone filled with regret. "I was just so frustrated with how things went on the track."

You lifted your head from his chest to meet his gaze, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. "It's okay, Lando," you assured him, brushing your fingers lightly against his cheek. "I understand. Racing means everything to you."

He nodded, his expression softening with gratitude. "Thank you for being here with me, for understanding," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

You nestled closer to him, feeling his warmth enveloping you like a comforting embrace. His fingers traced soothing patterns along your back, a silent reassurance that he was there, that everything was alright.

"I care about you so much," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never want you to doubt that."

His words washed over you like a gentle wave, filling your heart with warmth and tenderness. You tilted your head up to capture his lips in a soft kiss, conveying all the love and understanding you felt for him in that moment.

Lando smiled against your lips, his hand cradling the back of your head gently. "I'm lucky to have you," he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

"And I'm lucky to have you," you replied sincerely, intertwining your fingers with his.

Together, you lay there in each other's arms, basking in the quiet intimacy of the moment. In Lando's embrace, you found solace and strength, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together.

an || so...yeah. this was a nasty one. i enjoyed writing it, though, and i hope you enjoyed reading it. my girlies, once again, hope you enjoyed this and i love yall. till the next one!

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futureplayboibunnie · 1 year

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lil Mafia Boss! Miguel O’Hara x fem! reader drabble

Warnings: NSFW, depics of violence, blood, some steamy stuff but not too much, sooo much dirtytalk.

You were many things. But you weren't naive.

That wouldn't be an issue if Miguel couldn't talk his way out of hell and right into those pearly gates. His manipulation and sweet talking were just another thing that made you hate him and attracted to him amongst many other things

He was an asshole. He was a powerful Mob Boss. He was your husband and your arch-nemesis. You both loved playing these little games that would send the other down a spiral of paranoia and obsession- it lit a fire under both of your asses. It made you meaner, sharper, stronger

Miguel told his men to take shots at you, haphazardly, making sure they all missed for the sole purpose of scaring you to make you behave and see how valuable his protection was . You weren’t scared, you were pissed and filled with rage. You blew up one of his lackey’s cars, he watched it burn in front of him, if he had gotten into the wrong black beauty of a Lamborghini, he’d be a pile of ashes.

You both poked and prodded, messed and obsessed with every step you made. It was like a Greek tragedy. You outsmarted him some days. He outsmarted you some days.

But after all of it, you were still married, still husband and wife. When he fell for you, he fell hard. You were the daughter of of one of the most renowned gangster in the country, Miguel had to pay his dues to earn his respect- and in the end it payed off. Your father blessed your marriage and that night was a dream above all dreams. The honeymoon was beautiful too, every night was filled with passionate and messy sex and every day he spent with you he fell more and more in love.

But Lord did you test his patience, it was something that you were born to do. He was angry and channelled his rage through many illegal mediums.

Yet you always let him back in.

You’ve been doing what you’ve been doing for the past few weeks.

Waiting up for Miguel.

Waiting for him to come home.

He said he had something to take care of and hasn’t shown his face since. And here you were, waiting for him like a Park Avenue trophy wife. Your wine was making you more anxious than tipsy as you glared at the clock, the fireplace in front of you not warming your body from this strange fear of a man you hate and love. It was nearing 1am.

Then you heard it, the door opening and closing and the rustling of expensive shoes hitting the marble of the foyer, then a jarring clank of keys hitting the holder.

Your breath got lost in your throat, eyes widening when you saw Miguel’s figure. His white shirt was bloodied and his fists were bruised and raw. It’s not his blood, but he did have a cut on his eyebrow. You scoffed as you stood up from your seat.

But that didn’t stop you from both charging at each other, wanting to see each other up close.

“I hate you.” You said with a scowl but what was it all for when you both embraced each other seconds after.

“I believe you.” He said coldly but he knew you meant it. Your head rested on his shoulder and he could smell the shampoo you used earlier tonight. A sweet orchard, green apple. Yet your sweet scent didn’t transfer to yout personality. You didn’t like to sit still and play house.

You were an antagonizing bitch.

He was a heartless bastard.

Yet here you were.

Hating each other, yet seeking each other’s company.

“I hate you.” You repeated much firmly this time and Miguel gripped onto your cheeks and pulled your face up so he could glare at you.

“I said I believe you…I haven’t believed anyone in a long time.” He muttered, but his tone was harsh. Unamused eyes searched yours for an answer but instead he found contempt and sadness.

“You left for weeks….I hated you every second of it.” You spat out but your words couldn’t be brutal when you were this sad.

Miguel’s grip on your face softened, the pads of his fingertips tracing on the outline of your chin. “Now that I’m back…do you still hate me?” He was asking with genuine concern for some reason.

“Yes.” You whispered but your legs started to tremble as the word rolled off of your tongue. Miguel frowned indignantly and huffed out, taking his turn to pivot the conversation to him just ordering you around again.

“I don’t want you leaving the penthouse. I don’t want you outside while I deal with these bastards-“

Your choked breath cut him off. “Is that all you’re thinking about right now? I can’t fucking believe you.” You scoffed, his gall was truly outstanding, of course he had to do this right now. You weren’t purposefully trying to fan the flames to Miguel’s anger but he wanted to treat it like you were, he was already annoyed for ruining one of his best shirts with the blood of subspecies and now he has to deal with you bitching and moaning…and not in the way he liked. “You know what Miguel-“ He directly stopped your words by gripping onto your waist and neck and sitting you on the dining table. You struggled against his hold but it all proved to be fruitless.

“You’re gawking at me like an idiot right now.” You insulted but he was way too far gone now, the crimson of his eyes migrated to a deep ring of burgundy- he was already pissed and you just had to play with him the wrong way.

“You’re beautiful that’s why.” He said endearingly, like he was cooing at you but his serious expression really contrasted that.

“You’re flattering me because you wanna fuck?”

“You asked me if you staying here is all I’m thinking about right now and in fact, it’s not.” Miguel placed a palm on your chest and pushed you flat onto the table, hard. Your eyes were half lidded weapons, scrutinising his every move- and dare he think, he loves it, because he always proves you wrong.

You were his wife, his bitch, his cumdump. You both may hate each other but you always needed each other in this way.

No one else could make you cum otherwise, no one else memorised your body like he did. How couldn’t he? He loved you…once.

You like to think these outbursts are impactful and grand displays of independence but no, you’re Miguel’s lover and you’re gonna act like it.

Hmm. You always looked so pretty in this silk robe, but the fact that your nipples were peaking already under the thin fabric told him all he needed to know.

“I was thinking of you today when I was killing my competition’s men, while I got blood on my hands.” Miguel’s calloused palms splayed onto your smooth legs, feeling up and down teasingly, riding up your robe. You arched against the table already.

Shit, you didn’t mean to.

“The others said that my mind was wandering. I could see their mouths open and close but I couldn’t hear a single word come out..” He said huskily, you gasped when he ripped open your robe, revealing your naked and beautiful figure under him. The only thing that could ever get him off. He dipped his head between your legs to were your thin barely there panties were, he ran his nose over the fabric and inhaled softly. “I could smell you.”

You blinked up at him in confusion, you didn’t know what to feel. You were mad but so aroused…and in the weeks he’s been gone you hadn’t been able to pleasure yourself at all. He looked vicious and mean, your husband was ruthless and sometimes….sometimes it was so fucking arousing, you couldn’t help but squirm and struggle underneath him.

“You wanna know what I did? You wanna know who the man you married is really like when he’s not at home?” His head raised up to your ear to mumble hotly, you jolted and struggled when his hand suddenly went to your already sticky folds.

You weren’t sure if you even had a choice, so you stayed silent, your expression akin to that of vacant displeasure….but oh, were you lying. Your face was about to break.

“I shot them in the kneecaps and beat them until they were barely breathing, but would you believe the way they died was by suffocation?” He chuckled lowly, his fingers teasing your already sloppy entrance.

“F-fuck…are you talking about?” You tried to fight back the moans collecting in the back of your throat but you couldn’t help it.

“They drowned in a puddle of their own blood and I put them there.” Miguel rasped firmly in your ear, his tone and body language becoming very intimidating and…scary. “The bastard’s blood got on my fucking shoes.”

Your husband only wanted to protect what was his. His fingers plunged inside of you, feeling up and down, circling around. You whined out.

“One of them I knew, he went to my fucking highschool hermosa. I called him my friend. But the worst thing occured to me, I imagined him on top of you, my wife, the woman that loathes me so. I saw him tasting you in my head and that’s what made me kill him. You. Just because you sit up here in this untouchable palace doesn’t mesn you’re any cleaner than I am. You’re just as depraved as I am.”

His eyes were beating with a scorching red, his lips were curled into a visicious snarl and at this moment, you knew he was right and that made you want him that much more.

You were his lover.

He wanted you to act like it.

Even if that meant being exactly like he was.

Heartless.

(I deleted my other mafia Miguel fic because I wasn’t sure if i was gonna make it a bigger fic or not and I felt like if i kept it up it would’ve been confusing or something? I’m playing on the same ideas in this fic dw)

#spiderman 2099 #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara angst #miguel o’hara smut #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara x reader #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara

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frenchcurious · 7 months

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Lamborghini Miura P400 S. 📸 Bonhams. - source Rétro Passion Automobiles.

#lamborghini

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sunny44 · 6 months

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Heyy! Can I request a lando imagine with a volleyball player s/o??

-🐧 anon

Thank you for the request, I’m not sure I did what you wanted but I did my best.

Even though I didn’t like it 😅

The last game

Pairing: Lando Norris x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: none.

Summary: Lando goes to your final game.

The court was pulsating with the energy of the fans. The stands were filled with people wearing Y/n’s team colors, wishing for her team’s victory. In the midst of the crowd, I managed to find a discreet spot, away from curious eyes.

I didn’t want to be noticed, not today.

Today was her day, and I didn’t want to steal the spotlight from her and the other girl’s.

I sat in the front rows with her family, watching Y/n intently as she warmed up in the middle of the court. My heart was racing, blending with the crowd’s pulse.

I knew how important this game was for her and how much she had trained and dedicated herself to get there.

As the minutes passed, I allowed myself to get lost in my thoughts, reminiscing about the moments we shared together, the highs and lows, the victories and defeats.

Because even though they were different sports, they were still so similar.

Everything is based on the same thing, winning or losing.

But this game was different, this game represented everything she had worked so hard to achieve.

When the referee’s whistle echoed through the court, I found myself immersed in the heat of the competition. The players ran across the court, each point contested with fervor, and I could feel the tension in the air.

As the game progressed, I realized how determined Y/n was.

Her movements were precise, her concentration unwavering. She was in her element, playing with passion and determination.

As the scoreboard neared the end, the tension in the gym reached its peak. Every point contested was crucial, every move would decide the fate of the game.

And then, finally, the decisive moment arrived.

With the final serve, Y/n boldly launched the ball into the air. Silence fell over the court, everyone holding their breath. And then, with a deafening roar, the ball found the ground on the opposite side of the court.

Practically the entire place erupted in celebration, and her family and I stood up, cheering and celebrating.

It was then that her father called me to go down to the court where she was, and after hugging her family, she ran to me because I was further away.

“You’re amazing, my love.” I hugged her and kissed her.

“Thank you, Lan. But I’m all sweaty.”

“I don’t mind, you kiss me and hug me all sweaty and covered in champagne.” She smiles and holds my face, kissing me again.

“I’m so happy we won, but it’s still kind of unbelievable.” She smiles excitedly. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“I’ll always be here for you, Y/n. You were amazing throughout the game.”

“Thank you.” She kisses me again. “My dad wanted to go out to celebrate, but besides the fact that it’s freezing outside, I’m too tired. What do you think about going home to eat burgers in bed?”

“I think it’s a great idea.” I hold her face and leave a kiss on her forehead.

“Well, I’m going to take a shower and change before we leave.”

I waited near the exit with a beanie, and over it, the hood of my sweatshirt so that no one would see me, and thankfully it worked. I felt her holding my hand and we headed towards my car.

“Are you serious about driving a McLaren? Weren’t you trying to be discreet?” She laughs.

“Well, it was either the McLaren or the Lamborghini.” She laughed, rolled her eyes, and then we went home.

Bonus scene!

Landonorris instagram stories

“Today was my baby’s last game of the season and guess what? She won!!!!”

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psychicreadsgirl · 2 months

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Pick a Novel: Keywords/prominent themes in your life

Pick the novel that draws your attention the most. If you can't decide between two, then look at the 2 readings. This is a general reading, so not everything will apply. Please take what resonates and leave what doesn't behind!

Keywords: love, lust, passion, fun, temperament, cafe, sweet, bicycle, pen, books, music, loyalty, winter, sofa, furniture, thoughts, light, intuition, soulmate, art, obsidian, cake, carbonated water, skincare, socks, cooking

Celebrities/Public Figures: Audrey Hepburn, Min Yoongi, IU, Claude Monet, Angela Merkel, Andrew Carnegie, John Johnson, Mark Zuckerberg, Larry Page, Howard Schultz, Sam Walton, Amancio Ortega, Queen Elizabeth I, Jane Austen, Jennie Kim

Countries: Italy, Canada, South Africa, Thailand, Saudi Arabia, Singapore, Greece, Madagascar, Qatar, Sweden, Zambia, Taiwan, Solomon Islands

Numbers: 11, 1, 5, 9, 80, 888, 6

Brands: Hermes, Tiffany, Apple, Instagram, Taobao, Lamborghini, Deloitte, Microsoft, Chopard, Givenchy, Patek Phillipe, Chloe, Alaia, Kraft,

Kpop songs: Young Forever by BTS, Shine by PENTAGON, Me Gustas Tu by GFRIEND, Run to You by DJ DOC, Love Lee by AKMU, Deja vu by TXT, Back Down by P1Harmony, Love shot by EXO

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Countries: New Zealand, USA, Maldives, Indonesia, United Kingdom, Venezuela, Lithuania, Nepal, Portugal, Poland, Lebanon, Mali, Netherlands

Numbers: 4, 99, 101, 33, 13, 14, 0

Brands: Masion Margiela, Amazon, facebook, Shein, PWC, Missoni, Moschino Couture, Toyota, citi bank, Chaumet, Polene, Pizza Hut,

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Keywords: tales, gossip, lies, funny, movies, theatre, cell phone, cool, kpop, magenta, ancient, history, claws, cats, tiger, fall, jealousy, games, aquamarine, lemons, makeup, pencil, groceries

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Numbers: 2, 7, 69, 25, 55, 79, 1182

Brands: Saint Laurent, miumiu, Starbucks, Mercedez-Benz, Nestle, Oracle, Tod's, Bulgari, Rolex, KFC, SUBWAY, Carrefour, Kellog's

Kpop songs: Supernova by aespa, Maestro by seventeen, Not by the moon by GOT7, Alone by Sistar, Hip by MAMAMOO, Good Day by IU, Bite Me by ENHYPEN, Work by ATEEZ, The Feels by TWICE

Keywords: foreign, spicy, peppery, rice, no, objection, resistance, control, storms, thunderstorms, shower, tension, crush, pop, paper, mango, legs, fragrance, emerald, clothing rack, tomatoes, defeat,

Celebrities/Public Figures: Judy Garland, Margot Robbie, G-Dragon, Jeon Jungkook, Pharrell Williams, Emmanuel Macron, Bill Clinton, King Charles, Warren Buffet, Cleopatra, Kim Mingyu

Countries: South Korea, Philippines, Scotland, Spain, Albania, Guatemala, Malaysia, Iran, Romania, Honduras, Georgia, Croatia, Belgium, Czech Republic, Gambia, Guinea

Numbers: 31, 75, 412, 43, 486, 640

Brands: Chanel, Prada, Bentley, Gucci, Samsung, Disney, BMW, Hyundai, cisco, Van Cleefs & Arpels, Dior, Loro Piana, Shake Shack

Kpop songs: Gee by SNSD, If you by BIGBANG, Antifragile by LE SSERAFIM, Up and Down by EXID, OMG by NewJeans, Lion by (G)I-DLE, Hello by TREASURE,

Keywords: death, mystery, mirror, reflection, shadow, black, grey, white, funeral, video, sprint, pool, gym, streets, metro, subway, chocolate, broken, knees, moon, ruby, surgery, teeth, race

Celebrities/Public Figures: Marilyn Monroe, Barack Obama, Kate Winslet, Kim Taehyung, Aamir Khan, Marie Antoinette, Elon Musk, Robert F Kennedy, Jeff Bezos, Richard Branson, Edward VIII, Charles Dickens, Abraham Lincoln, Park Bogum,

Countries: North Korea, China, Vietnam, Brazil, Bangladesh, Cambodia, Germany, India, Israel, Laos, Haiti, Dominican Republic, Congo, Cuba, Egypt, Mongolia

Numbers: 3, 97, 17, 19, 52, 98

Brands: Ralph Lauren, Celine, Ferrari, Huawei, Uber, intel, UPS, Calvin Klein, Piaget, Guerlain, Berluti, Pepsi, Cadbury

Kpop songs: Shut down by Blackpink, Seven by Jeon Jungkook, God's Menu by Stray Kids, Love Love Love by Epik High, Very Nice by SEVENTEEN, Birthday by Jeon Somi, Psycho by Red Velvet,

Keywords: travel, toxic, break away, departure, memory, dreams, truth, unveil, diary, journal, coffee, jacket, shoes, hands, social media, news, competition, autumn, diamonds, electricity, TV, cheat, fashion

Celebrities/Public Figures: Jane Birkin, Kim Jiwon, Gigi Hadid, Charlize Theron, Park Jimin, Salman bin Abdulaziz Al Saud, Maximilien Robespierre, Bill Gates, Queen Elizabeth II, Vladimir Putin, Henry Ford, James Joyce, Lalisa Manobal

Countries: Japan, Australia, Mexico, Iceland, Finland, Eritrea, Ecuador, Costa Rica, Cyprus, Bolivia, Botswana, Bahamas,

Numbers: 8, 646, 152, 37, 49, 22

Brands: Louis Vuitton, Lexus, Tesla, Fendi, Walmart, Nike, Siemens, Google, Cartier, Burberry, Ferragamo, Burger King, Unilever

Kpop songs: ROCKSTAR by LISA, Cherry bomb by NCT 127, Move by Taemin, Dramarama by MONSTA X, Love Scenario by iKON, Get a Guitar by RIIZE, Replay by SHINee, Candy Sugar Pop by ASTRO, Mr. Simple by Super Junior

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svcredveins · 3 months

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Drivers heart rates during a stint

I love it when drivers mention how fast their heart rate was during a stint! Here’s one of my favourite drivers (Mathieu Jaminet) talking about Porsche drivers having a higher heart rate than most other drivers in a different car manufacturer. Fascinating!

I love on how there’s just so much heart related stuff in racing. Like I just cannot help always think about how their bodies are reacting to the stresses in the car - getting in/out of the car, in a battle with another driver, the temperature in the car, fighting the car if there’s an issue, the focus after a deep breath, etc. like it’s truly fascinating just thinking about it all. How their emotions are, how their heart feels, their adrenaline pumping constantly, their focus flowing, them fighting fatigue when in a full course yellow for so long…the human body is a fascinating work of art and the pure emotion of what motorsport has to offer is absolutely bliss. The highs, and the lows, it’s all poetic. Racing is an art, and it requires so much energy and dedication to have a fit mind and body in this sport. It is the best high you can get. But the greatest thing of all, is always coming back to even the most frustrating race. Why? Because it is addicting. It is an addiction that brings you a victory if you fight and fight and fight to get a sharp mind to withstand all of the circumstances in especially an endurance race like the 24H of Nurburgring or the 24H of Le Mans. I love racing, and this is my dream to become a Porsche factory driver, and the Porsche drivers are more on edge according to JamJam talking about him having a higher heart rate. It’s just so interesting! 👀

So every time him and Matt Campbell are in the car I just again cannot help but imagine where their heart rates are and what emotion they’re feeling; blood pumping so quickly from the adrenaline and working the car, also their chests rising and falling heavily after a stint and ready for a double. Truly, motorsport and emotions from the heart is poetic and are perfect combinations. Dreaming of being Porsche factory driver and being a cardiophile? Wow! What a combo! 🫀😍

I just need to be in one so bad. This is what I crave. Sure the sim is amazing and I love it, but nothing, and I mean nothing beats real life racing. Like get me in a Porsche 992 GT3 R or especially the 963, I am so needing it! Driven by dreams. That is what Porsche is all about, making dreams matter and making them come true.

Michi was also talking about her heart rate! Gosh I love it when they do! She drives for Lamborghini, but she also drives a Porsche and I am so glad the Iron Dames at least drive one in the ELMS (European Le Mans Series)! I honestly think it suits them a lot better because Porsche has the motto of “driven by dreams” and their motto is “women driven by dreams”. Honestly that meshes well with the Iron Dames so hoping one day they’ll go full on Porsche because Porsche is unbeatable! They even won at Imola yesterday so yep, they suit the Porsche a lot. Not to mention Porsche is so strong and always has been; relevant everywhere, always making dreams come true, always pushing, always having passion, motivation…I just love this brand. They bring a powerful message and they are also focused on women making dreams come true. Eeeek Porsche!

But yeah this is always wholesome looking at what the drivers say about their hearts. I love it. It goes hand and hand together. It is a feel that most would find crazy, but others would devour it, I’m the others, and yes I say this a lot but seriously, this is my dream - to drive for Porsche. Maybe the first female factory driver for them? No idea if there was or not, but anyway. I love it.

It’s so criminally underrated that hearts are the organ that keeps us alive and it’s so overlooked by many people. People don’t often see fascination of a human heart going up to 178 or even in Laurens Vanthoor’s case, 190 BPM, after an hour long stint in the car. It’s just insane! Let alone this is an underrated high. I don’t do drugs or alcohol and I can definitely say this is far healthier than that. You have to be addicted to this. You have to have pure passion for this. Because if you really wanna do it, then you will go for it. It’s pure bliss!

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formydiscordbesties · 6 months

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Lando.N Driven Desire: A Tale of Passion and Speed Part 1 (lando backshots innit)

As the night unfolded, you found yourself drawn to the sleek silhouette of Lando's vintage Lamborghini parked outside the restaurant. Dressed in his signature black attire, with his Monster cap and playboy hoodie, he exuded a casual charm that left you breathless.

You had already caught glimpses of him in viral videos, and the anticipation had ignited a fire within you long before he arrived. So when he pulled up, it was inevitable that things would escalate quickly.

Soon, you found yourselves in the privacy of an empty car park, your dress hiked up around your hips as you straddled Lando in the driver's seat, his Lamborghini providing an unexpected backdrop to your heated encounter.

Moans and expletives mingled in the air as you rode him fervently, the rhythm of your bodies syncing perfectly amidst the leather confines of the car. Lando's hands gripped your hips possessively, guiding your movements as you sought pleasure in each other's embrace.

His skilled fingers found their way under your dress, teasing your bare skin and eliciting desperate cries from your lips. With expert precision, he exposed your breasts, his lips and tongue setting your nerves ablaze with every touch.

"You take me so well," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine as he lavished attention on your sensitive flesh.

Lost in a haze of desire, you surrendered to the intoxicating sensation of him inside you, the car becoming a sanctuary for your shared passion. With each thrust, he pushed you closer to the edge, his own climax looming on the horizon.

In a flurry of movement, Lando took control, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he chased his release. You clung to him, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment as pleasure consumed you both.

As the echoes of your shared ecstasy subsided, you found yourselves catching your breath, basking in the afterglow of your impromptu tryst. With a tender kiss, you exchanged a silent promise to continue your escapade elsewhere.

As you straightened your disheveled attire, Lando's gaze lingered on you, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

"What got you so worked up?" he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You couldn't help but blush, the memory of your arousal still fresh in your mind.

"I think it was a combination of the car and your outfit," you admitted sheepishly. "And maybe a little bit of your irresistible charm."

Chuckling softly, Lando leaned in for another kiss before starting the engine, the anticipation of what awaited you both at home adding a new layer of excitement to the night.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, he revved the engine and drove off into the night, leaving behind the lingering heat of your shared passion and the promise of more adventures to come.

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theundercoversquid · 5 months

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The Car Crash

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: When you and Stephen were driving to one of his parties, he was in a rush

Warnings: Car crash, Injury description, blood

A/N: I had the idea for this before the episode of What If came out. I just had no motivation to write it. Especially after the episode came out as I didn't want people to think I was copying. But it has sat in my notes for long enough. (For those interested, I started this on August 19th 2021)

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Somehow, Stephen had persuaded you to come to his latest Neurological Society dinner. He was meant to be speaking, and as the lovely wife that you are. You agreed to go and support him. Not that he needed support. Stephen had enough of an ego to support himself. But it was always lovely to see him talk about something he was passionate about. His face lit up. And Stephen did many things to support you. It was only fair you returned the sentiment.

You watched Stephen from where you were sat. You had already donned your outfit and all the necessary accessory. Now you were waiting for Stephen to pick a watch. You could see him look at the watches. His hand hovering over them. Before he finally settled on the one you had bought him.

The watch had been a gift from your first Christmas as a couple. You had been slightly nervous about giving it to him. But as you watched, his face lit up when he first got it. You knew it had been perfect. The watch was always Stephens go to one. It was the one he wore the most and the one he showed off the most.

When Stephen safely secured the watch around his wrist, he turned to you. Smiling, he extended his arm. You stood up and looped your arm around his as he led you to the elevator at the front of his apartment. Pressing the call button, you and Stephen stepped in.

The elevator sunk. Taking you and Stephen lower and lower until you reached the garage. Where Stephen led you to his Lamborghini. Opening the door, Stephen held it open as you slipped in.

"My gentleman." You tease him. Stephen just smiled at you as he closed the door and jogged around to the other side.

Opening his door. Stephen slips in and squeezes your leg before starting the car up. Leaving the apartment complex. Stephen sped off. You were whipping through traffic like a fish through water. You didn't bother warning Stephen that he was driving drastically over the speed limit. You had tried multiple times at the beginning of your relationship, and nothing had changed. So instead, you started up a gentle conversation with your loving husband.

But Stephan was in a rush. When the two of you got stuck behind a truck, you could see Stephan's thought process. Reaching out. You placed a hand on Stephen's thigh to try to calm him down and stop him from rushing. But it would appear that Stephan was in too much of a rush as he pulled out. Pressing down on the accelerator, Stephan rushed forwards.

The only problem was that another car came around at the same time. Slamming into your and Stephan's vehicle. The car pushed you off the highway.

Spiralling out of control as you plummeted. You smashed your head into the side of the car, knocking yourself unconscious.

When you came to. You were aware of searing pain in the side of your head and your ribs. You could hear a faint beeping next to you. Alerting you to the fact that you were in a hospital.

Forcing your eyelids open. You spotted Stephen next to you. He was sitting in a wheelchair as he was fast asleep. Your eyes travelled up and down his body so you could ascertain the damage that he had sustained. And it seemed that he was worse than you were.

You could see his precious hands bundle in gauze, and you worried. Because if he lost his hands that he may have lost his life. For you knew that Stephen valued his hands above all else.

Reaching a hand out, you tentatively placed it against his arm. Getting the comfort of having your lover near by was enough to lull you back to sleep. But. Before rest could fully take you. You heard Stephen whisper your name.

Turning your head to look at him. You gave him a smile.

"Hello, handsome." You whispered.

"Your awake." Stephen grinned at you.

"I am." You agreed.

"I was worried you wouldn't," Stephen told you.

"You aren't getting rid of me that easily." You teased him.

"As long as you don't go anywhere, I will be fine," Stephen assured you. "You are all I need."

"Don't worry." You assured him. "I would follow you to the end of the world."

And little did you know. You would end up following through on that promise. When Stephen decided he wanted to go to Kamar-Taj, you came with him. And when he became sorcerer supreme, you became his right-hand woman. For the two of you were inseparable, and nothing would change that.

#marvel #marvel imagine #stephen strange #stephen strange imagine #marvel universe #marvel fanfiction #mcu #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x y/n #stephen strange x you #dr strange #dr stephen strange #Imagine #x reader #!femail #Female reader

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terabithiak1ng · 4 months

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Look what I wrote.

One morning Jesse was arriving at school in his Lamborghini, because he is a millionaire and has a lot of money, one of his 50 bu- ehhh no, 50 thousand butlers opened the car door for him "We have arrived young Aarons" the butler said as Jesse got out of the car with his new Gucci clothes and very manly shoes because girl's shoes are ridiculous. Then while Jesse was walking he saw how a stupid man was bothering the beautiful Miss Edmunds, the most beautiful woman in the entire universe "Oh Jessee help me! You are so strong and I am as delicate as a rose!" the beautiful music teacher said, then Jesse took out a revolver and shot the thug named Scott, stupid Scott doesn't even know how to spell his name. "Oh thank you so much Jesse! You're so handsome!" the teacher said making Jesse smile "How about we go to a museum? I heard you would love to see Da Vinci's works" he said, because he was very, very cultured, and then Miss Edmunds gave him the most passionate kiss with her sweet lips closing her pretty green eyes.

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elisysd · 1 year

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Beautiful People – Ed Sheeran

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

Lamborghinis and their rented Hummers The party's on, so they're headin' downtown

Leaning over his piano, Charles is playing a sad tune. It’s not uncommon to him, he likes melancholic songs. But the one he’s playing is sadder than what he is used to. He just broke up with his girlfriend. Well, more like she broke up with him. For once he is not the one who breaks a heart and he has to admit that it’s not really something he enjoys.

Sure the relationship was far from perfect and he knew from the get-go that it would not go anywhere but still. He liked Marie’s presence. He met her during his winter break, when he had nothing else to do other than take care of him, following his dietician meal plan and exercising. He had plenty of time to see his family and friends. He met Marie through mutual friends and they clicked instantly. She was nice, funny, and down to earth. But he didn’t feel any sparks. He knew that he was not going to fall in love with her. He could have broken up with her then. He knows he should have. But then preparation for the season started and he didn’t have much time for her. The 2023 season began to go downhill quickly for Charles and all his focus was on his job and helping the team improve what they could. Calls and texts began to be rarer; she had her own life too. And in the end, it was her decision to break up. She told him that she thought she could handle his lifestyle but it was a mistake. She couldn’t. She needed someone to be by her side, not halfway across the globe most of the time. And he didn’t blame her. He knew that he was a lot to handle.

It was not a dramatic break up, it was amicable. They gave each other what they had to in the 4 months they stayed together.

What was painful to Charles was the fact that this relationship forced him to be confronted to what he was fearing the most when he started his racing career. Choosing between his passion and a family life. He started to think that he would not be able to have both. And it made him sad. He wanted the picture perfect family. A wife, three kids, a dog, and the nice white picket fence. And he wanted that sooner rather than later. He didn’t want to wait until he retired to have that.

So he was doing what he loved the most after racing to get his feelings off his chest. Playing piano. Completely lost in the music he didn’t pay attention to the time. The sun was setting and it was the perfect time to go to his daily running session. Grabbing a new and clean set of running clothes he headed for the front door while not forgetting to pick up his phone and airpods on his way out.

Running along the coastline was something he deeply enjoyed. The salty air from the sea coupled with the little breeze did him good. It was during moments like these, when he was on his own, running in the streets that he knew by heart, that reminded him why he loved Monaco so much. The landscapes, the people (real Monégasques not the filthy rich foreigners who were coming to the city to benefit from the tax system more than advantageous), the weather, it was home. He had the chance to travel so much, to visit so many places and learn so many different cultures but somehow nothing could ever beat Monaco to him. He wasn’t seeing himself live anywhere else.

Soon enough it was time for him to head back. He was sweaty and his muscles were aching. He was dreaming of a good shower. Passing the entry of the apartment complex he lived in; he hesitated between the stairs or the elevator. Not long though, like a sign from fate he heard the familiar “dong” of the elevator echoing, meaning that someone had already called it. Not wanting to wait for another minute to get home he rushed to the elevator.

He was quite surprised to not recognize the person waiting. Something Charles was proud of was that he knew all the residents of his building, so he quickly made up that she must be new. Now that he was thinking about it, the apartment above him had been for rent for a while. Before announcing himself, he took a little while to detail the woman before him. Short, her hair quickly pulled up into a messy bun from which a few strands escaped, she was carrying two huge shopping bags at arm's length that looked like they weighed twice her weight. From where he was, he could clearly hear the young woman's heavy breathing, a sign that she must have hurried home, or at least that she had made a physical effort that seemed to cost her.

Not wanting to be considered as a creep, he announced himself.

“Hey, hi. Are you new here? Never seen you before around here.”

She flinched, almost spilling the contents of her bags. With an annoyed sigh she turned to Charles.

“Well yeah. I haven’t been out very much” she confessed with a wince.

First thing Charles noticed is her accent. It’s slight, almost unnoticeable but it’s there. She is not from Monaco. Second thing, the fact that she doesn’t seem to go out a lot, takes him aback. He cannot comprehend how someone could not be out all day everyday while living in here. There is so much to do and visit. The elevator’s doors opened and both of them stepped inside. Charles pressed the third floor button while she pressed the fourth, confirming to him that she is indeed his new neighbor. Something he shares with her quickly.

“Oh, so it’s you that’s disturbing my sleep early in the morning!” she joked.

He didn’t have the time to reply that the doors opened to his floor. He is a little disappointed to leave now. He would have loved to talk to her a bit more and get to know her. It’s not everyday that he met new faces in his resident, much less a new neighbor. Before the door closed to separate them, he just had enough time to say to her:

“By the way, I’m Charles.”

She didn’t have the time to tell him her name.

#fiction #writing #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc #cl16 #cl16 x reader

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