#daniel + chains

[cecoeur]

Daniel Ricciardo arrives (with his chain) ahead of the F1 Grand Prix of Japan at Suzuka International Racing Course | Media Day | 📸 - Peter Fox

[yesloulou]

Daniel trains in the sim with McLaren | July 13, 2022

[pomarlisko]

The idiots.

I love ,,Devil's Minion" chapter so much

[iguessricciardo]

i need to study him

[blamemma]

daniel ricciardo arriving at the shanghai paddock ahead of the race weekend | 📍shanghai international circuit, media day | 📸 peter fox

[piastri]

[flyingcakeee]

Can't even be on TikTok..

Again, let's look at the full picture of how it was a chain reaction that was bound to happen when everyone bunches up like that when you should've taken the corner as you previously did under the safety car so Lance has some fault but it's literally not entirely his and yeah..

Also, Lance locked up because he desperately tried to brake so he did use his brake ^^ His tyres weren't allowing him to brake because of the lockup ^^

[hugsandchaos]

Danny: So you’re a scientist?

Flora: More or less, I suppose. Link— Wild has told me about you, and I have so many questions if you don’t mind!

Danny: I doubt I’ll be able to answer all of them. I actually have a question of my own.

Flora: Oh, please, you go first! I’d love to explain whatever you have to ask.

Danny: Say someone used a DNA sample from you to clone you, without using blood from anyone else. From a biological perspective, would she be your little sister or your daughter?

Flora: ...That’s an odd question. Why do you ask?

Danny:

Flora:

Danny: I think you know.

[tillthelandslide]

Prove It Princess: Chain Matty! - The Sequel

Perfect Girl

A/n: a huge thank you to @lottiecrabie and @lastnightwaskindofablur for reading this for me and helping me 💘. This is long awaited I feel and I'm sorry to everyone who really wanted a sequel, but it's here (kinda?) it's not fully finished but I'm kinda of done with it. Hope you all like it 🩷

MINORS DNI 🫵🏼

Matty's eyes haven’t left you the whole day. No matter what he does, they always seem to land on you. When you’re not there, he's been searching for you, needing to see you. Clad in a lace bodysuit that was entirely too similar to the ones you wear for him, tucked into a leather skirt, teasing him. Forever teasing him.

But what got him the most, is the silver chain resting around your neck, worn like it was a medal. His chain, grazing the skin he so desperately wants to mark. To cover with beautiful hues of purple and red. A reminder to everyone that you are his girl. But the chain is not enough; it still gives too much room for guessing. People who do not know him, don’t know the true owner of this necklace. Have no idea it claims you as his. For all they know, you don't belong to anyone. Though it doesn’t really matter when it looks that good, and God, does it look good. Even the shining ring on your left hand isn’t enough, not for him. He needs to mark you. Show everyone that you are taken.

He watches the way your thumb hooks underneath the dainty chain, playing with the metal, letting it graze against your skin. He is in a daze, obsessed with the way you run your thumb against it absentmindedly, caressing the metal. Your finger runs along the silver and he swears he feels the sensation on his own skin.

You talk to George, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, skin grazing the metal. Matty doesn’t care that it’s his best mate's arm that’s wrapped around your neck. He smirks. In fact, seeing his friend's skin touch the metal that was once coated in him, it makes him feral. It's a disgusting thought. Erotic, but vile. If only he knew…

You pull the chain with your thumb, the back of it digging into your neck as you listen to George speak about some after party, running through his supposed ‘un-thought of’ idea of a remix he wants to play.

Matty swallows as he sees the metal bite into your nape, leaving an indent. His eyes are focused on the hollow of your throat then, wanting nothing more than to nip it himself, right next to his chain. To make you bleed and bruise. To leave traces of him on your skin for the whole world to see. To remind you of the sinful things he loves to do to you. That you beg him to do to you.

Your eyes finally land on him. You take in his dark, blown-out eyes and his bitten lip. You knew that look all too well. You smirk as you bring the chain up to your own mouth. Matty knows your next move before you do it. He shakes his head and draws in a shaky breath as your lips wrap around the necklace. His mind flashes back to that night. The way your lips sucked the silver coated in him, the way you licked it clean.

It was then that he made you promise to never take it off, ever. Your attention is pulled from him by George again. You mumble a little “hmm?” and the metal falls from your mouth, almost in slow motion, landing against your chest. It bounces slightly upon impact, drawing his attention to the swell of your breast.

He notices the faint remnants of a hickey there, the bruise nearly healed, looking more like a blemish than anything else. He wants to place his mouth there again, darkening the skin over and over until his imprint on you is nearly a branding iron.

He needs you. God, he needs you desperately.

His blood almost boils when he sees George lean down, his lips grazing your ear. Matty doesn’t know what he says and he truly doesn’t care. He doesn’t even care that it's his best friend, one that he trusts with his life. Not when he sees you smirk, eyes snapping up to him, smiling as the drummer murmurs into your ear.

“He hasn’t been able to stop staring at you all night,” is what George says, making you smirk, your eyes finding the curly haired man in question.

"It's the chain," you mutter back into his ear. Your eyes find Matty, he sits with his legs spread beside Ross and John. Matty isn’t listening. Instead, he glares at you and George, ever focused. Your eyes rake down his form, noting the way his thighs part further and one hand grabs the back of his neck, drifting up to his hair, tugging the curls.

"He's so…" George pauses, pulling back to look at his friend, smiling at him and watching him nod back. He leans down again, arm slipping from your shoulder, hand gently holding the back of your neck. “Possessive over you," he breathes into your ear.

“I say we give him a little show, hmm? Make him finally do something about it,” he speaks and your smirk spreads, breaking out into a toothy grin. You chuckle, eyes flicking up to the man as he pulls back from you. It doesn’t matter that his girlfriend is somewhere in the venue. Heck, she’d probably join in on the fun. For that’s all it was, a bit of harmless fun.

George continues to speak slowly into your ear, lips nearly grazing your skin with every word. Matty doesn’t like it, but he doesn’t move, not yet. He’s entranced sure, but nothing has hit a nerve just yet. He was enjoying the show… for now. He breathes shallowly, watching as your lips twitch, smirking and smiling and fluttering your eyelashes up at his friend, wanting Matty to react. He watches as George’s eyes flick to him, throwing an evil little smile his way, playing with him as much as you were, daring him to move.

George’s eyes fall back to you, drifting along your skin, not in a predatory way but searching for something, something he could focus on to draw out the needed reaction for Matty. His eyes fall on the silver jewellery resting against your chest and he smirks.

“This is nice.” His fingers hook underneath the chain. That's all Matty needs to see before he’s moving. He rises in an instant, practically falling over himself to get to you, and he stands with you before George has even had a chance to raise the chain upwards.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend to bother mate.” His words are harsh and they have both you and the drummer smirking. George jokingly hisses at the man for his catty words, making you chuckle. Matty’s eyes snap to yours, silently warning you to watch your mouth. Your lips close and you swallow.

He stares his best friend down until he drops the metal, letting it fall and collide with your skin. George inches back, still standing close to you but raising his hands up in surrender.

“Alright don’t have to tell me twice,” he says, but he quickly leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek making Matty practically growl. Before he’s walking backwards, raising his eyebrows at you and mouthing a “you’re welcome” as he leaves.

“Having fun, were you, love?” Matty says, hand hooking behind your neck and squeezing. Just hard enough that he feels the chain against his palm. Enough so you know what’s to come. Enough so you know exactly what he’s going to do to you. The singular gesture makes your core clench, preparing for him. You know if he was to spread his fingers through your folds he’d find you wrecked, wet and ready for him. You also know that despite the fact you’re surrounded by your friends, you’d let him take you right there, quenching all of your wanton desires.

"Just having a friendly conversation Matty," you say innocently, hand finding his chest, running along the covered muscles, gently, soothingly. But your eyes hold a storm behind them, something dark and all too dangerous brewing behind the teasing stare he is fascinated in.

"Friendly my arse," he murmurs, eyes leaving you and searching for his friend, only to find him standing with Charli, arms hooked around her. They’re both looking back at him, Charli giggling into his neck whilst he smirks at him.

"Fucking twat,” Matty murmurs to himself more than anyone else. “Fuck off mate” he shouts, across to his friend who just laughs loudly, pulling his girlfriend away with him. You coo up at him with a pout, leaning forward until your lips graze his neck.

"Poor little Matty… doesn't like it when his best friend talks to his girl." His eyes snap to you then and you smirk. Rousing a reaction from him was way too easy, and too fun to refrain from.

"He wasn't just talking to my girl… he was flirting," he says with a raised eyebrow. You just lean forward, lips finding his neck again, grazing the flesh with your tongue.

"Sure… your best friend was flirting with your girl." He doesn't like that you're making fun of him. You raise your lips to his ear, brushing them against the flesh. He shudders, a low growl slipping from him. “Maybe you should show him who I belong to." You take the lobe in your mouth feeling the cool metal of his hoop that you finally convinced him to wear again against your tongue.

He grunts and tears you away from him, dark eyes finding yours as his arm hooks around your shoulders and he smirks. "Come with me." He pulls you with him, walking out of the room, turning a corner and then another and then another until he's found his dressing room. He drags you in and slams you against the door.

"Such a dirty slut… begging for daddy's attention. Flirting with his best mate just so I'd give you some attention…" His lips find your neck, tugging against the metal. "Little greedy thing, huh?" He says, asking you for something, anything: to confirm his words or deny, he doesn’t care. All he wants is those breathy, whiny moans of yours against his ear.

"Tell me how much you want me." You move forward, just an inch, needing him closer to you. His hand snaps to your throat, pinning you against the door. You moan and your back arches. It makes his head spin, a loud groan rumbling from his chest.

"Need you so bad Matty… so fucking bad" It's not good enough. You know by the way he tilts his head to the side and he tuts.

"Daddy, please." with the way his eyes sparkle and a menacing grin rests against your lips, you know you've got him hook line and sinker. Or at least you think you do.

His lips are on yours not a second later. His tongue is in your mouth almost instantly, aggressively pushing against yours. Your head nearly hits the wood upon impact, but it’s cushioned by one of Matty's hands. It weaves between the strands of your hair, fingertips threading through before closing. He tugs your head to the left, making you moan into his mouth. His lips slip from yours, dragging down your neck slowly, landing against your chest before following his previous path back up, halting at your jugular, right next to the silver chain.

“You drive me fucking wild, baby girl.”he bites your neck, the cold of the chain on his tongue. Your flesh tastes like metal and salt and heaven and you. So much like you that he moans into the hollow of your throat. The sound that slips from your mouth is a glorious melody that he’s obsessed with. It makes his pants tighten. He swears if he’s not buried inside you in the following minutes, he’ll combust.

He pulls back a little, the chain slipping slightly, colliding with his lips as he talks again, "And this fucking chain," he says, fingertips hooking underneath the metal, pulling until it's taut against your neck. It chokes you slightly, leaves you breathless.

“Shoulda never given you this fucking chain,” he growls the words out, his fist taking up the place of his teeth, clenching around the chain and tugging slightly until your lips are against his. You don’t move. You can’t; you’re choked. But if you said you didn’t love it, you’d be a liar.

You moan out a breathless sigh of his name, groaning when his hips thrust forward, just once. Enough so you can feel him, heavy and hard against your core. “Wanna fuck you in nothing but that chain and the pretty little ring on your hand," he admits into your neck, tongue running along your neck, hitting the edge of the cool metal.

"Please." The word barely leaves your mouth before Matty’s hands find your hips, turning them until your chest is against the wall, his mouth buried into your neck as he grinds his cock against your arse.

“Fucking hell,” he says, groaning once before he steps back. You turn again and your eyes find his dark stare. The way he runs a hand through his hair as the other is fumbling with his belt has you sighing, head falling back against the door. He peers your body as his hand continues to struggle with his pants.

You reach forward and grab his hands, halting his failed attempts, easily undoing the belt buckle and slipping the leather from it. You sneak under the waistband of his trousers and tug at it until he’s in between your legs again. You then find the zip, pulling it down torturously slowly whilst you smirk up at him.

“Here I was thinking you were going to be a good girl, but you just can't help but tease me, can you?” He says. You coyly shake your head up at him, biting your bottom lip. You watch the way his eyes somehow darken further, a near impossible feat.

“You prefer me this way,” you say as you finally tug down his trousers, not bothering to waste any more time and tugging his underwear down too. Your eyes fall to him, enthralled with the way his hard member snaps up against his abdomen. He watches as your mouth opens and he smirks.

A hundred ideas flash through his mind. He debates pushing you down to your knees and fucking your throat until you behave like his good girl. He toys with the idea of stripping you and fucking you against the wall until you crumble around him. Right now, he much prefers the idea of watching you strip for him, until your jewellery shines on you and your thighs glisten for him. So he steps back, inching further away from you. You try to take a step towards him, but a singular tutt has you freezing.

“Who said you can move?” He says, moving further back until his legs hit the sofa. You watch as he lowers himself, legs parting and hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

All the air in your body, the room and probably his body too, could be taken away with the deep inhale you take. It makes him chuckle, a mean sound that would make you pout if you weren’t as focused on his hand, slowly working up and down his cock. You watch the way his eyes never leave you, they trail up and down your body twice before he utters a word. The only word you need to hear.

“Strip.” His voice is perhaps the deepest you’ve ever heard it and it shocks you. It has you freezing up.

“I said,” he says, hand stopping at the base of his cock again, he squeezes slightly, “strip!”

You’re unsure whether to strip quickly or make a show of it. You opt for the later, deciding that if he made you wait, you could do the same. You could torture him far worse than he could you and you were certain of it.

Both of your hands weave into your hair, you pull it up, revealing your neck, tying it into a sleek ponytail, knowing the things it did to Matty. He instantly regrets his decision but knows he can’t back down now. His hand moves slowly against himself, working himself up, teasing himself, just like he knew you would.

He watches your neck like a hawk. He swallows when you do, seeing the way the chain shifts slightly. The hands once in your hair drifts down your body slowly, inching across the curve of your breasts, dipping in at the waist before beginning to trail down your legs. One hand continues whilst the other finds the zip at the side of your skirt. He swears the sound of the zipper is amplified, and he can hear his heart beating in his ears. He sees the fabric loosen slightly, watches as you turn, tugging down the fabric slowly, revealing the lace of your underwear inch by inch.

“Fuck,” he says when your arse is revealed to him. He wants to move forward, to reach out and touch you or spank you, but your movements have him frozen. The lace bodysuit you wear clings to your body perfectly, the thong of it revealing you practically entirely to Matty, the swells of your arse that he loves so much virtually begging to be bitten. He nearly cums right then and there when you bend slightly, hand finding the clasp of your heels.

“No” you stand and look over your shoulder “keep them on”

"Good girl, now turn."

You turn back around slowly, eyes snapping to his hand again, staring intently at the way his veins swell as his hand works himself slowly. Far too slowly. You know Matty, perhaps more than he knows himself. You had received a plethora of phone calls from the curly haired man when he was on tour, calls where his hand would be wrapped around his cock and he'd be groaning down the phone the minute you picked up, begging you to join him on tour, telling you how much he missed being buried in your tight cunt. You remember those moments well and you distinctively remember the sounds, the movement of his fist far quicker than his current pace.

He was teasing himself, just like he knew you would.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to give Daddy the show he deserves?" His voice snaps you out of your thoughts. It's deep and commanding and it has your fingertips eagerly finding the poppers of your bodysuit.

They come undone with a "pop" that seems to ring around the room, only drowned out when Matty thrusts his hips upwards into his hand, groaning as his eyes fall to your core. The sound he lets out lets you know he likes what he sees. And boy does he like it.

"Fucking hell" he says, hand momentarily halting its movements. You watch his dark eyes flick from your folds to your eyes, he bites his lip and he sighs.

"Fucking dripping" he bites his lip for a moment before his mouth is opening again but you cut him off before he can continue.

"All for you daddy" you sigh, hands finding the fabric around your waist and hitching it upwards a little revealing more of yourself to him.

"Really?" His hand continues, he groans and his eyes shut but they open a second later, trained on you again.

"Of course Matty" you say, he scolds you, you apologise, correcting yourself "daddy". You don't miss the way he smirks and mumbles a "good girl".

"What with the way you were flirting with George… I wasn't sure" your mouth opens at that and a mean chuckle falls from his lips.

“Matty” the name falls from your lips softly and he doesn't correct you this time, His eyes soften but only slightly and he allows you to step towards him.

You walk until you're towering over him and you sigh when his hands clamp around your thighs, running up and down the skin, goosebumps and shivers forming.

“What is it hmm? Feeling guilty that you made me feel this way?” You know he's committing to the bit, degrading you only slightly so you could both get what you want. Hot, hard and heavy fucking.

Your lip ruts out slightly in a pout and you nod. Matty copies you before he smirks slightly. You place one hand on his clothed shoulder and hike your leg over his lap, one at a time, slowly lowering yourself down onto him.

He sits hard and heavy against your cunt and you both sigh as he ruts up against you. Both of you want nothing more than for him to hitch his hand around the base of his cock and thread himself through your folds, but this was a cat and mouse game now, and he didn't want to be the first one to break.

He wanted to break you, until you were begging for him to fuck you. He could easily lean forward and press his lips to your neck but two lean fingers hook under the chain and he tugs. He uses the hand that was wrapped around him, the remnants of his pre cum coating the skin near his knuckles. Stickiness that has bubbled over as he tortured himself.

One jerk of his hand and his teeth are enclosing round your throat. His other hand grips your hip firmly.

“Show me how bad you want it” the hand on your hip forces you to roll them, giving you permission to take control of your movements. You're hesitant at first, eyes flicking down to his lips, watching the way he bites the bottom one. You finally roll your hips forward against his, revelling in the way his hands grip your hip and the way he lets out a low grunt.

You repeat the motion, rutting against him slowly, making your eyes flutter and a sigh fall from your mouth. You roll your hips forward again, Matty surprising you with a thrust of his own hips, the tip of him jolting against your swollen clit. It has you throwing your head back and a blissful moan falling from your lips.

You feel Matty hook his hands under the chain, gently pulling until you're looking at him. He smiles when he sees your eyes, blown out and completely wild.

“My beautiful wild girl” his other hand clamps around your hips, forcing you to apply more pressure. He knew how to get your begging for his cock and your current movements just weren't enough. You were playing it safe and safe isn't what he wants.

“My sweet, sweet girl” his name falls from your lips again and he tutts.

“I said show me how bad you want it” he thrusts up then and it's as if he's shocked you into motion.

Your hand clamps around his shoulder, hips moving backwards and forward harshly against.

“Fuck Matty… you're so hard, feels so good” you lean forward to claim his neck with your lips. They move against the skin, teeth nipping here and there, noticing the way his breath picked up. Little grunts slipping from his lips. You feel the tilt of his head, down, you didn't need to pull away to know what he was staring at.

“I need you so bad Matty” you beg. He knows you do, he can feel it. A small “fuck” slips from his lips and his hands clamps down on your hips, slowing your movements. You can feel the way he twitches beneath you, so close. You were winning and he didn't even know it. You had hardly begged and here he was, precum leaking against your folds, eyes trained on your cunt and the way his hardness was coated in you.

“Only you can make me feel like this, just you Matty, only ever you” he pulls you back from his neck at those words, smearing his lips against yours as he forces you to raise your hips. You feel the tip of him at your entrance, you sigh into his mouth and he swears.

“Yeah? Only me?” He says, his words moulding against her mouth, tongue teasing hers as he smirks, on hand clamping round the base of him whilst the other lowers her hips down onto him. They sigh in tandem, both groaning when he finally bottoms out.

“Prove it to daddy, princess”

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[streamsofstardust]

good morning to me god DAMN

[usernyoom]

17/09/23, Singapore - Daniel Ricciardo in the paddock prior to the 2023 Singaporean Grand Prix

📸 by Clive Mason

[ourladyofomega]

📸: Microgroove (FB)

[apoptoses]

Food in Venice is heavily seafood dominated, being that the city is man-made islands on the sea with no growing space of their own

Red Lobster was founded in 1968 and thus was already an established chain seafood restaurant in the US in the 70s and 80s

Armand enjoys having secondhand experiences via Daniel and would likely want to re-experience food familiar to him (seafood) served in 'modern' popular styles

Ipso facto, how many times was Daniel subjected to endless shrimp at different Red Lobster locations before the fascination of seeing the exact same restaurant in different places wore off for Armand and how unwell does the mere scent of cocktail sauce now make Daniel feel?

[iguessricciardo]

[blamemma]

Daniel Ricciardo playing Right or Left before the Canadian GP

[benoits-neckerchieves]

Ah yes just what i was looking for