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jamminvroomvroom · 5 months

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second time around.

ln x fem!reader

in which he’s quite desperate to have a second kid.

staying in my active era! there is honestly no excuse for this one, i just simply couldn’t help myself. it’s porn, yes, there is plot, but it’s just. porn.

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! where do i even begin? smut, more smut, breeding kink (kinda the whole point), choking, overstimulation, general sex acts, public sex, car sex, shower sex, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of the kid they already have, lando being a little shit, sex somewhere unhinged in the mtc, a brief moment of angst, dom!lando, rough sex? yeah.

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take: 1

the season is coming to an end.

somewhere between italy and singapore lando decides he wants another kid.

it’s a warm day in the middle of september when he proposes the idea to you. you’re watching your daughter toddle around the garden, soaking up the last remnants of sunlight before the darkness of autumn encapsulates the warm beams until march.

she giggles, pushing her toys around in the grass. you let her play, lost in her own little world of wonder. lando turns to you, scanning your side profile, watching you watch the little girl. he’s awestruck, enamoured totally by the family he’s created, by the woman he loves. he doesn’t think, he just opens his mouth and let’s loose his big idea.

“want another one?” he cooes, sliding closer across the bench, until he’s nosing at your cheek. kisses are pressed to your puffy face. it’s still early.

at first you think he’s offering you another coffee, so you hold out your almost empty mug to him. you’d been nursing the drink, letting it go cold in the naturally cooler air. he laughs at you, and that’s when you clock what he’s actually asking.

you turn to him, facing each other now. lando looks excited. you wonder if you can find a way to mirror his expression.

“lando…” you start. his face drops at your tone, letting him down easy. “it’s not that i don’t want to, it’s just-“

“i’ll be home more. i’ve worked it all out. if we get to work now, baby will be here around the summer break.”

you mull over his words.

your first baby was a shock to you both, and you didn’t fancy doing that again. you loved lando with every fibre of your being, just as you did your daughter, but being away from him so much in the lead up to her arrival shot every one of your nerves to pieces.

but another baby would be on the agenda eventually - you both desperately wanted to add to your beautiful family - and you supposed that if he’d done the math…

“by get to work now, you mean…?” you cock an eyebrow at him. he lights up like the christmas tree you’d be putting up in a few months.

“she’s going down for her nap soon.” lando smirks, voice edged with that excitement once again.

his head is between your legs mere moments after he shuts your bedroom door.

you’d been waiting for him, stripped bare in anticipation. your baby girl would be down for a good few hours, more than enough time for him to draw out everything you had to offer and fill you back up.

his tongue runs over your flesh; he’s messy with it. you’re choking out whimpers as he licks and laps and tugs with his teeth. your pussy clenches around nothing and he notices, sliding his fingers all over where you ache. they’re quickly wet enough to slide inside of you, and he grinds them deep, luring traces of an orgasm into the pit of your belly. it’s familiar, the way he winds you up, and you want him like this every minute of the day.

“getting you ready, honey. gonna get you so fucking ready.” lando is slurring words into your cunt, letting them get lost to your sodden folds. you hear every word perfectly. they make you shake and shake until you’re undone.

when he looks up at you, his mouth is glistening. his fingers are, too. he hates wasting a drop of you, so he laps up the mess you’ve made while he shuffles up the bed. when he’s finally hovering over you, he’s desperate, but you’re worse. you could cry from the urge.

something carnal is taking place; he’s staring into your soul, finishing up the remnants of your taste, and you’re begging with your eyes, hands slinking all over your own body. you must be dripping by now. your body is restless and you raise your hips, inviting him close, deep.

when he thrusts into you, he’s pinning you down into your shared mattress. you’re completely at his mercy and he fucking loves it. you love it more. you go slack underneath him, and he starts a slow grind. he’s not thrusting, not yet, he’s just rolling into you, deeper, deeper, deeper. you feel the first tears threatening to fall. he feels so good, it’s unbearable.

he nudges at your most sensitive spot, over and over and over. you whine carnally and he swallows it, licking into your mouth. his curls tickle your forehead, you’re pressed so close together. he sees the pools in your eyes and then he looses it completely.

hand on your neck for leverage, he starts thrusting, harder and harder, faster than you can ever recall. he knows you can take it, knows how bad you want it, and that thought alone spurs him on. you have the same goals, the same shared instincts. you feel nothing but pure fucking bliss everywhere.

“you want me to fill you up? you want my baby, honey? want me buried nice and deep?” you hear him grunt, but he sounds so far away.

you are lost to the void when you come. you can’t even try and resist, not when you can hear how wet you are, not when you can hear the quiet whimpers he tries to fight at the way your pussy convulses around him. you cannot see anything but the stars in his eyes.

you go limp and he spills, fucking it even further into you. his eyes are trained on where you’re still joined, and where he’s still fucking you. you’d be screaming if not for the hand wrapped around your throat. the most delicious piece of jewellery you own.

lando needs to know he’s gone as deep as he can, that you’ve come as hard as he can make you. he feels unhinged when his fingers find your clit, switching between short spasms of his finger on the nub, and grinding down on it with his palm. you’re both overstimulated, soaked with sweat and other things. you’re gripping his cock so fucking tight that he can’t stop the rush of moans, your name mumbled like a prayer between expletives.

but still, he needs to know it’s deep enough.

an hour later, you can finally move, and you sink deep into the bath.

your head is on his chest, he washes you gently. you wonder if it’ll be a boy or a girl.

date night

almost a month passes. no sign of baby number two.

it’s fine, you tell yourself. you tell lando, too. all the more reason to keep practicing.

every opportunity he gets to bury himself to the hilt inside of you is a win in both of your books. he grabs every single one of those opportunities with both hands.

you’re dressed up nice for dinner, little black dress hugging you well. you watch the scenery flick past you. lando’s in the drivers seat, making small talk, his left hand heavy on your bare thigh. you’ve just dropped your daughter off with her grandparents, your mother hugging lando tight. he’d been gone a while.

fingers skim higher up your thigh. you want to let him carry on but this car is new, untainted by his adventurous personality and your willingness to comply. your legs snap shut and you watch him smirk out the corner of your eye.

“later.” you whisper.

his knuckles turn white on the steering wheel.

“i know. don’t you worry, honey.” he doesn’t sound convincing, no, he sounds like a man with a plan and you dread to think of what he has in store.

the restaurant is tiny. a hole in the wall. it’s intimate, exclusive, slightly extortionate, but lando likes to treat you. you order, and he behaves. you sip wine, and he behaves. you drag your heel up his leg, and still, he behaves. you know something is brewing behind those stormy eyes.

he launches his attack during dessert.

vanilla ice cream hits your tongue when he strikes, leaning back in his chair. his thick neck captures your attention, the dim light accentuating him just right.

“would your prefer we take this to the car or the bathroom? it’s pretty spacious back there, you know.”

lando speaks so casually, and slightly too loudly. your cheeks are aflame.

“lando!” you hiss in warning. you’re sputtering over his boldness, catching some ice cream with your tongue. he watches the way it moves over your lips intently.

“actually, as tempting as the bathroom is, we still need to break in the new car.” lando sounds like he’s talking about the weather, or a shopping list, not the location of your next sexcapade. you swear you see the old lady at the next table over wink at you. “your choice, honey.”

you’re staring daggers at him. he leans in closer, elbows resting on the table and a shit eating grin contorting his pretty face.

“i’ve been gone too long, i need to remember what that pussy feels like.” his voice has dropped an octave but it’s still too loud. you inadvertently grind against the chair. the candle on the table flickers from the force of the shaky breath your expel.

“if you shut up now, you can have me anywhere you want me.” you mumble, bringing your napkin to your lips. the ice cream is melting and you have more important things on your mind.

“i’ll have you anyway, honey. because no matter what happens, we’re gonna go back to the car and you’re gonna crawl into my lap, aren’t you? you’re not gonna be able to help it.” he keeps going and you want the ground to swallow you up. maybe you want to crawl over the table and jump on his lap right here. you fight every natural instinct.

“lando.” you try to scold him again but it comes out breathier, a feeble attempt at shutting him up. it’s hard to be convincing when you want nothing more than for him to bend you over in the middle of this restaurant.

“and after i’ve had you shaking on my lap, i’m gonna fill you up, yeah? you’ve been waiting for weeks, poor thing.”

you usher over the waiter, and ask for the bill.

he’s got you home in one piece and all the way up to the shower.

you’re still delirious from the car. he’s still dripping out of you.

he pushes you against the shower screen, your cheek resting on the fogged up plastic. the combination of yours and his first orgasm is enough to slick him up and he slides right back inside of you, as if he’d never left.

your head is spinning, car lights and nail prints in leather seats flashing through your mind.

he’d been right in the restaurant. you’d crawled straight into his lap and he’d been waiting, seat pushed back, cock slapping up against his tanned belly. he’d swiped his fingers through your folds, determining that you were wet enough already, and then you’d sunk straight down on him.

at first he’d just watched you lose control, bouncing and grinding and whining on his lap. you were growing tired when he stepped in, pushing you back against the steering wheel, the angle change making your eyes roll back. you came twice with his fingers on your clit and his other hand holding you down so he could grind up into you. he’d released deep into you, all you could do was shudder, collapsing into his chest.

now, he’s taking you again, the hot water cascading over you both. you’re almost limp, caught between the cold screen and his hot, restless body. this it was three weeks apart does to him, and the urge to claim every part of you is at the forefront of his mind.

you’re writhing. there’s no room to move; he’s pressed so tight against you, breathy moans sounding straight into your ear and you want him impossibly closer. you always missed him so much it hurt, but that pain had increased tenfold lately.

you try to roll your hips back into him, needing him deeper, somehow. you’re so wet and tight around him, and your attempt at moving on him has you clamping down on him.

lando whimpers when he lets go, marking you as his.

he washes your hair and you fall asleep together naked.

the fear

lando is due back from qatar.

any minute now, he’ll be walking through the door.

he’s taken a podium, so you are expecting somewhat high spirits, despite the slight issue that had been the sprint race.

a podium is a podium, you’d tried to tell him on the phone late on saturday night. you knew that a podium was never just a podium.

you’re cleaning the kitchen up, your sweet daughter tucked up tight in her bed upstairs. a random playlist is sounding from the speakers and you flit around in just his hoodie. it hits mid thigh and it’s keeping you shielded from the biting october air.

you hear keys in the lock somewhere in the distance. you grin stupidly. god, you always fucking miss him. you turn to face the doorway, eagerly anticipating his face, longing for one of his speciality hugs.

instead, a storm enters your kitchen in the form of your boyfriend.

you raise and eyebrow.

“lando?” you question.

your hips are in his hands before he can answer. he’s walking you backwards until the granite of the counter is digging into your lower back.

“turn around.” his voice is gravelly, commanding. you do as you’re told.

the hoodie is bunched around your waist, your panties are tugged to the side. you can hear the rustle of fabric, assuming he’s getting himself ready. two fingers gloss through your folds while he pushes you down, bending you over for him. he’s rubbing circles into your clit and you’re keening into his touch.

“you gonna tell me what’s wrong?” you manage to choke out. he grunts in response.

“just need to get inside you.” is all he replies. well, okay then.

lando rearranges you, hiking one of your knees up so that’s it’s resting on the countertop. your other foot barely touches the floor when he fucks into you, ruthless. you cry out, reaching blindly behind you for him. you graze his hip and he shivers, pushing into you even harder.

he’s frantic, messy with it, thumbing at your clit. there’s hardly any room to move his hand, so he’s grinding the pad of his thumb as best he can. the pressure builds in your belly embarrassingly fast. you love when he gets like this, but you will pry what’s wrong out of him later when he curls up into his chest.

“gonna give you another one. s’all i can think about. fucking you full.” he mutters. your back arches into him.

“please.” you whimper, slurred. it’s all you can think about too.

your plea ushers along his orgasm, and he drops his head against your back. you’re shaking when you finish; he stays buried deep for a moment, silence washing over you.

when he helps you stand up, he kisses you deep. he brushes the hair from your face, says hello properly.

“wanna go see her.” he mumbles.

when you finally manage to climb the stairs, you see straight into your daughters room.

lando is stood over her crib, watching her sleep in the lamp lit room. he’s cooing something to her that you can’t make out. your knees are weak at the sight. you want to fill this house with children that look like him and laugh the way he does.

he catches you watching, sending you a wink, a promise that he’ll meet you in bed. when he finally does, drawing back the sheets and dropping into bed beside you, he wraps himself around you instantly.

“talk to me.” you command, toying with his hair in a way that you know turns him into mush in your hands.

“can’t win a race, can’t give you another baby. just- fuck.” he sighs, voice so small. you tear up but you push that aside for now.

“stop, lando. don’t do this to yourself.” you try to sound firm, attentive.

“just- am i good to you? am i good to her?” he needs to hear you say it, that’s the only thing that will talk him down from this spiral. he’s exhausted, and this is often a consequence.

“sometimes i think you hung the stars in the sky.” you hum, kissing his forehead.

gentle snores lull you to sleep.

quickie

you go with him to austin.

it seemed logical, after the events of qatar. your daughter has been stolen away by lando’s dad, who is showing her the paddock and introducing her to mechanics. you watch on, momentarily, because then lando is stealing you away.

“haven’t you got fp3 in a minute?” you ask, coy smile on your face. he’s pulling your jeans down and kicking them away.

“this won’t take long.” he smirks.

you crave the upper hand for a change. his race suit is already undone, so you make your move. you tug down his fireproofs, taking his cock in your hands. he’s hard already, glistening for you. he groans, but doesn’t make you stop.

you’re watching him through your eyelashes, his head tipping back in pleasure. you work your hand around him, up and down, applying pressure at the base and around the tip. it’s flushed red, wet in your hand and he looks too pretty to stop. he can have you later, in your hotel room, you think. right now, you’re having him.

lando is panting, thrusting into your hand when he comes for you. you’re soaked through, and he can probably see the damp patch on the panties. his release hits your stomach, painting your flushed skin white. your eyes scan the room for something to clean yourself with, but he beats you to it.

thick fingers swipe through the mess he’s made. your panties are tugged to the side and then he’s fucking you with said fingers. you cannot produce a thought, mouth gaping open in the shape of an ‘o’. the sight before you has you gushing, and he uses that leverage to speed up.

“you think i’m gonna let it go go waste, honey? silly girl. pretty, pretty girl.” he mutters.

your hips are bucking into his hand when he pulls out of you, collecting more of him from your belly, and then he’s thrusting them in again. you tear up from the pleasure coursing through you, white hot. he’s crazy, you think, but he’s so fucking beautiful, teasing glint in his eye as he curls his fingers deeper.

“want it so bad, don’t you? gotta keep you full for me, don’t i?”

you’re sure you can be heard from the garage when your orgasm hits.

office party

a burnt orange dress clings to your hips and a curly haired man clings to your hand.

the mtc is lit up for another gala that you and lando have to attend. the season is over and they’ve had a great run, so a toast must be made to celebrate that.

you watch him get passed around the room between sponsors and other important people, proud of what he’s achieved. you hate sharing him, but it’s a necessary evil, so you drink champagne with oscar’s girlfriend, lily, and natalie pinkham.

when lando comes back to you, his PR smile is dropped and that genuine, boyish grin returns that you have so missed in his momentary absence. he introduces you to some people, proudly showing you off, sinking drinks as he does.

it’s nearing 10pm when his actions become questionable. his hand stays on your ass, his words whispered in your ear are filthy and his sly kisses on your neck stop being quite so sly.

you remove him from the main event, just for a moment, just to try and get him to compose himself before you jump him against one of the vintage racing cars. he sees this as an invitation, however, and then everything goes awry.

he’s dragging you into the lift, kissing you against the closed doors. when you stumble out a floor up, you can still hear the function in full swing. he’s pulling you down a hallway and into what you assume is an office. when he has you sat on a desk, you realise where you are.

“is this zak’s office?” your eyes pop out of your head, bewildered.

“maybe.” he shrugs. he’s smirking like a bastard.

“you’re insane.” you shake your head, standing from the desk, but his lips ghost your ear and you’re putty in his hands.

“you’re driving me insane. coming here in this tight fucking dress. can’t stop looking at you, thinking about this.” his hand rubs over your lower belly as he speaks, and then you’re back on the desk.

lando’s on his knees, peeling the silky material over your thighs until your barely there panties are in his face. he mouths over them briefly, and then they’re gone and his tongue is buried to the hilt in your cunt.

it doesn’t take him long to get you off, the alcohol and the thrill of being in the one place you should never have sex pushing you quickly towards your orgasm.

the glass wall of windows is too inviting for lando to pass up, so on shaky legs, you’re pressed up against them, looking out over the pond and the fairy lights when he pushes into you.

he’s kissing over your shoulder, your neck, holding your down on him while he thrusts up into you. you turn your head to kiss him, to let him swallow up your noises that could give you away.

“you’re so fucking good for me, honey. letting me have you here like this just so i can give you a baby.” he slurs against your lips, pussy drunk and ravenous.

he finds your clit, fast fingers making small swipes against it and you want to cry.

“gonna make this time count, yeah, honey? gonna keep it all inside of you until we get home?”

you try to nod, try to say something but you’re choking on air and dripping all over him. a couple more thrusts and you’re the perfect vessel for him to release into, throbbing and hot around his cock.

“beg for it, honey, come on. tell me how much you want it.” lando mumbles right in your ear.

“lando, please. please, please, please.” you whimper. “come for me, baby, need it inside of me.”

you leave the office a lot more composed than when you entered it. well, aside from the remnants of him that are running down your inner thighs.

a month later, lando’s laughing. he’s actually laughing, while you cringe, burying your blushing face in his chest.

you’re holding a pregnancy test in your hands, finally a positive one.

when you do the maths, you realise where baby norris was conceived, and you try and make him promise never to tell anyone that it was in his boss’s office.

“it’s a funny story.” he tells you. there are tears in his eyes.

“you’re so lucky i love you.” you roll your eyes. you are also dangerously close to crying.

but truthfully, you’re the lucky one. he carries you to bed that night, claiming that now you had a baby on board, you had to be careful!

you dream of him, that night. the man that hung the stars in the sky.

once again, idk what came over me i’m sorry lmfao

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safetycar-restart · 6 months

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okay so hi how are you glad you’re feeling better.

in one of your posts you talked about Lando taking naps with you and calling them scenes so that mclaren can’t come and find him? i feel like i can see multiple drivers doing this in the d/s au. mainly like Lando, Oscar, George when he has a bad race like right after singapore, maybe Mick during his Haas days if you knew him then, definitely Logan, and maybe Charles? like they’re all such subby babies and just want to cuddle with their dom/mommy if we’re talking Charles and Lando without being interrupted?

in that same post you also talked about the hybrid!AU about the cat distribution system sending you cat!Oscar even though you already had cat!Lando and I can totally see that happening like the minute you meet Oscar at the MTC with Lando he cuddles up to you and him and Lando already have such a good relationship so Lando begs you to take care of Oscar too because Oscar has never had that?

also in said post you talked about getting bunny!Arthur toys because he kept nibbling on his lip and he’s just so happy about it! like i can imagine him being so excited and eventually passing out next to you with a toy in his mouth.

Okay that’s all lol happy to have you back!

🔙🦴 anon

Oh my god I am so glad to be back especially because it means I get to have asks like this!! I love all of these thoughts so much, and I'm gonna discuss each one a little bit but please feel free to ask for more detail because I LOVE all of these thoughts.

THOUGHT ONE - D/S AU NAPS:

I think this is something that lando pioneers. It starts from one day where he's just way too tired to scene, having not been able to fall asleep the night before. So you tell him that he can just nap, and no one will disturb him because it's scene time.

From there the hack travels through the paddock like wildfire, with so many saying they're going to do a scene but in reality they just want a nap.

I think Charles has his own version of this hack, that's cuddles? He doesn't need to nap during the day like Oscar and Lando, but he absolutely does need to have cuddles with his mommy. So he'll say it's a scene, but in reality it's just him getting cuddles and praise and spending time with his mommy.

And Logan!! Logan needs it so bad!! In fact it think for Logan that you might be one who does it? You see him getting overwhelmed and uncertain. You know he's not in the right headspace for a scene, but he definitely needs some time so you say you're taking him for a scene in reality you're just taking him to rest and have a little nap.

THOUGHT TWO - HYBRID!AU WITH OSCAR/LANDO:

Firstly, you had no choice about Lando either. The cat distribution system have you him too. You were just minding your own business and then suddenly you had a cat hybrid boyfriend.

You're supposed to pick up Lando the day you meet Oscar, and when you arrive at MTC to pick up Lando he texts you and asks you to come inside. Usually Lando comes barrelling outside the moment you arrive, throwing himself in the car and whining about his tiring day and demanding cuddles and head scratches the moment you get home.

But this time he wants you to come in? Odd.

You find him on the couch in the reception area, and to your surprise he's with Oscar. You've heard of Oscar of course, but you've never met him before. Oscar is a little sleepy when you arrive, but Lando jumps up and immediately runs to you, purring when you hug him.

You sit down with them, chatting a little and suddenly you have a half asleep Oscar cuddling against you.

And he just... never leaves.

THOUGHT THREE - HYRBID!AU WITH ARTHUR:

Bunny Arthur!! The poor thing is aways chewing his lips!! He gets nervous and then suddenly he's chewing and he can't stop it. And even worse, his lips become sore and chapped and then he can't even kiss you? He starts crying when he realises that, because that's all he wants! He just wants kisses!

So of course you have to find some way you can help him, because seeing him this distressed is so sad. So you get him a chew toy? Maybe one of those ones that can be worn on a necklace?

He loves it so much!! He can nibble on it to his heart's content!!

Maybe for bunny hybrids, chewing can be stress relief? Like purring can be for cat hybrids? So he's honestly so much better and so much happier.

And him sleeping with it? Oh he's so cute!!

Like he comes home after a long day and then he can chew on his necklace while you massage his ears and then he's just fast asleep, such a happy bunny.

#hybrid!au #bunny!arthur #cat!oscar #cat!lando #ln #oscarp #al #d/s au #sub!charles #sub!lando #sub!logan #f!reader #🔙🦴

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whorekneecentral · 2 years

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please- I love the ideal of Mick being and acting all innocent in front of his friends and family, but behind closed doors, mans is the kinkest boy alive. 😫

okay no yeah, I think because we all think mick is a sweet baby angel which he is, we almost forget that, he probably has other ideas in the bedroom LMAOOO

so the first time you met mick, you had the same thought as most people; he was a sweetheart who’d get you home 15 minutes before you were expecting too, walk you to the door, kiss on the cheek gentleman.

you were right, because he is.

but alas, mick is still a man after all and well, he had urges and fantasies as does everyone else lmao.

mick takes asks you to join him for a race weekend, your relationship is still new and you were taking things slow but you wanted to go with him.

he went as far as asking you to come and telling you about all the things/places he wanted to show you.

you cave and join him, mick takes the first 2 afternoons after his media duties to show you around the city, take you to his favourite spots and you really did have a good time with, any time with him was always special to you.

mick takes you to dinner on saturday, a late dinner after their quali session in singapore.

he was the perfect gentleman as always; held the door open for you, held the umbrella over the two of you, picked up the tab despite your insisting that you wanted too (because he had already paid for everything else)

you two ended up back at the hotel, mick was sitting on the bed when he notices the belt around the middle of your dress.

he asks if he can see it for a moment so you step in front of him, letting him unhook the belt from around you and fiddle with it for a moment.

mick takes your wrists and pulls them together, wrapping the belt around them.

you were a little confused but you were going with it because the throbbing between your legs was doing all the thinking right now.

he asks if it’s too tight, you tell him no so he bends you over the bed, and fucked you like that, dress bunched up over your hips.

it spiralled from there.

mick got more forward with his advances.

you two in bed, positions unimagined to the passing eye, building a collection all different types of restraints, toys; anything you could think of.

mick had an entire album of photos and videos of you two in any possible scenario imaginable.

any place he felt like, that was private enough that no one could catch you, but still public.

his hands wandering along your hips or your back was his way of telling you he needs you, now.

he was a curious person by nature, he liked to fiddle with things, figure them out and you were no exception.

to the public, mick was a sweet boy; kind and gentle, temper very very very rarely making an appearance.

to you, mick was a risk taker, pushing the limits and you, to the brink every time and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

#idk what this is go with it #mick schumacher #mick schumacher smut

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juddygirl · 1 year

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The one where Daniel gets a Divorce

Max & Daniel - 1001 words

Daniel can’t believe it, he has to go back to his parents for a while. Maybe just a day or two, enough to sort things out. He’ll call them to let them know they’ll be arriving at their house in two or three hours, he needs to feed the kids still. It’s 8:30 pm and they haven’t had dinner. He’s just had enough time to pack each of them a bag with their favourite toys, and some clothes before carrying them to the car and buckling their seat belt, hands shaking from the adrenaline..

They didn’t ask questions, his eldest followed him to the car, clutching the book he was reading by himself. The youngest just cried in terror when his mother started shouting. He’s calmed down now. She says she’s hungry, but Daniel isn’t.

“Okay princess, Daddy’s going to find somewhere to eat, and then we’ll go spend some time at granny and grandpa.” He says, checking for their reaction in the rearview mirror.

He keeps an eye on the empty road, and makes a left to a Burger King he just spotted.

He holds back his tears when he tells his mother that it’s over, they are getting a divorce. She tries her best to comfort him, but they expected it.

Daniel had been nice, always too nice, giving his wife too many chances at proving she still cared about them more than she did her career. That night was the last straw. To Daniel, it was one thing to care about her career, cheating on him was another one he couldn’t accept. She had excuses, some of them probably good. But their relationship had been over for years now. They’ve spent the last year doing nothing but arguing when she was home. He couldn’t do this anymore.

He lets them pick whatever they want to eat, put a paper crown on each other their little heads and take a picture. His daughter looks so tired, her eyes half closing when he chews her burger he cut in half. She falls asleep in his laps ten minutes later. His son still looks scared, he gets some screen time before they head back on the road.

The kids are fast asleep in the back, and Daniel wants someone to talk to, he can't stand any of the music in his playlist or anything on the radio.

The first person he thinks of talking to is his Max, he’s somewhere in Singapore right now, there is a race tomorrow. It’s late for him too, and he might be busy, but he picks up. And first makes sure that everyone is safe, that Daniel has somewhere to take them, when he mentions his parents, Max sounds reassured. He’s very sorry Daniel’s getting a divorce.

“Tell them I said hi.” He says, and then tells stupid stories to Daniel. Random things he thought were funny, annoying colleagues and all that and the two hours go by quickly. Daniel has made it to his parents. “Of course you can call me again, if you want to.” it warms Daniel aching heart.

The phone calls become a regular thing. Both were drivers, Max is at the end of his career, with six World Champion titles, Daniel retired ages ago.

Max knows when Daniel's divorce will be finalised, because he said it once in a phone conversation and Max didn't forget. Daniel never mentions it ever again and instead talks about his new life with the kids, the farm, and how they are watching Max’s last couple of races. Daniel would be there for his last, but you know… Max knows, on the Tuesday following the last race, he signs the papers to end his marriage.

Daniel got some new animals, big ones he's scared of but the kids love. He's even grown his first carrot, and texts Max "wish you were here to see my beautiful baby". It’s so cringey it makes Max laugh, he replies "on my way" and rings Daniel's doorbell many hours later, freshly retired because the next Daniel will be divorced, and a judge will decide if he gets full custody or not. Daniel wants fairness, and split the custody in two. She’s doesn’t.

He wants to spend the night ignoring his feelings and do something stupid like in the good old days but his youngest can't sleep, so she stays awake with her dad and uncle Max, she even sits on his laps and not her dads, because she sees her dad everyday, but not uncle Max.

Maybe then Daniel gets teary-eyed about not seeing his children as often as he would like if they go for a split custody and Max offers the warmest hug and Daniel miss him, even though he's right here, he's missed all of Max, his warmth, his voice, his face, the way his fingers curl around his shoulder, and the filthy stuff he always says under his breath to make him laugh, his smell and his little accent.

Max doesn't leave Daniel’s side. Grace, Michelle and Joe are here too. The judge grant Daniel custody for most of the time, she gets them on weekends and for some holidays.

Max still doesn’t leave his side when they go to dinner to celebrate, not later that night when Daniel cries about this finally being over, not a week later when he’s supposed to fly back to Monaco.

Daniel is thankful for that. He kisses him, shily when Max mentions his family is gonna fly here for the holidays, because leaving feels wrong. He didn’t need to explain much, as soon as he mentioned Daniel’s getting a divorce they understood. They bring his two cats, and they fit right in Daniel’s farm. He slowly moves in, Daniel makes some room in the closet and dressers, his name gets added to the mailbox, the spare room houses his sim racer now. And everything feels finally right. The kids love him, Daniel even more.

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Okay wait hold up, I NEED more info about the haunted houses… what kind of haunted are we talking about? Like, things that were kind of weird but mostly harmless, or things that were Concerning? Did any of them have a history or were they just randomly haunted?

When I was in college there were a couple of rez houses we believed to be haunted. I lived in one where we think there was a relatively harmless ghost that we named Frank. It was all minor stuff like cupboards opening mysteriously, or if you fell asleep on the couch and your hand was hanging off you might wake up with it in a cold spot. But there was another rez that felt much more sinister - I lived there for a month one summer and had the worst nightmares of my life, other people who lived there had housemates start screaming in their sleep, or woke up with bruises, or they’d lock the doors when they went to bed and they’d be wide open in the morning. Sometimes they would think they heard movement in the basement in the night, so they started locking the basement door and putting furniture in front of it, and sometimes they’d hear a crash in the night and in the morning the basement door would be wide open. It was super freaky and people kept going to admin about it but I think they thought it was a prank.

I hope I’m not over sharing or anything, I’m just super fascinated by haunted houses bc of that experience!

Oh holy shit??? The second one sounded like, actively dangerous, that's freaky as hell. Ours ranged from benign to kind of spiteful, but they were never particularly dangerous I think.

This is gonna be kinda long so I'm going to chuck it under the cut

a bit of background: I grew up in Singapore in the early 2000's (this point is kind of important for historical and social context later on). I lived in 3 apartments over the decade that I was there and Every single one was its own special flavour of haunted. I guess I'll give a tldr for the first two houses and a more thorough explanation of the third cause that one was definitely more interesting lol

House 1: probably the most benign of the three I think? We never actually saw anything, it was mostly just something walking through each room triggering baby monitors and (weirdly enough) motion sensitive toys around the house. We didn't have any pets or anything, and none of the baby monitors were connected to the electrical grid so my parents ruled out power surges. Admittedly I was mostly unbothered by whatever this was on the account of me being like 3 years old.

House 2: I don't think the house itself was haunted so I'm reluctant to refer to it as a Haunted House™️ The ghost was a nanny who had passed away elsewhere, but she'd come back to visit my little brother and I occasionally. This one was far more comforting than scary imo, she'd usually sit on the edge of our bed to make sure we were sleeping alright.

House 3: this one was???? definitely the most malicious. The area was definitely historically haunted, the apartment complex itself was incredibly close to a mass grave in WW2. If my memory serves, there was also a handful of (comparatively) modern deaths there, mostly accidents. To spice things up I'm adding a bullet pointed list of weird things™️ this complex had going on:

There was this little gassy knoll right outside the complex, I remember walking home from school and seeing this funeral procession going on, body in a white sheet on a table, a dozen mourners and a grave that was already dug by the time I'd gotten there. I remember thinking the location was really odd but I was 10 and I wasn't about to stick around and ask questions so I just headed back up to our apartment. I walked past the spot the next day and it was completely normal, the ground was completely undisturbed and there weren't any signs that people had been there at all.

Once I was reading in my room with the door ajar and I watched as this old ass lady's hand slipped through the crack and pulled the door shut. I remember genuinely freaking out over this one purely because of how close it got to my face lol

The neighbor had a full on poltergeist. You could hear stuff being thrown around his apartment at night. It got bad enough that he had to move out.

I think the freakiest incident was when I walked into the kitchen and there was just this tall silhouette walking around. it had this really uncanny quality to it. It was like whatever it was was genuinely was not meant to be there? Everything else I'd seen felt like previous occupants who just didn't know they were dead yet. The thing is, I'm not sure if this one was ever human to begin with? if that makes sense? Idk.

Anyway, we moved to Malaysia after that and I've never had anything weird happen since 🤷🏼‍♀️

#asks #if this breaches containment i'll delete it lol #aside from the whole ghost situation i really enjoyed living there

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40sandfabulousaf · 19 days

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大家好! Hari Raya Puasa fell on Wednesday in Singapore, marking the end of Ramadan. This year's holy month for Muslims has been sombre as they - and non Muslims alike - watched in horror at the devastation in Gaza. There was no respite for Palestinians; if they had anything at all to break their fast with, it was canned beans, lentils or peas. Ravaged by hunger - famine in Northern Gaza - babies and children wasted away and some began dying. About 300 aid trucks have finally entered the area, 60% of the 500 aid trucks which used to enter before the war. It's not anywhere near enough.

The official Palestinian civilian death toll stands at over 33,000 to date. This doesn't take into account victims who remain buried under the rubble from destroyed buildings, deaths from malnutrition and hospital patients who perished because there weren't enough medicines or the hospitals were raided. Over 75,000 have been injured as a result of this war. The unofficial civilian casualty numbers could very well be far higher. It's heartening to see other countries fighting back against genocide and seeking to stop arms supplies to Israel.

Since Hari Raya Puasa was a public holiday, I rested, exercised, spent time with Pa, caught up on current affairs and nourished myself with a bottle of birds' nest, a gift from N. I also had a simple breakfast of cheese and crackers out of compassion for Palestinians' suffering. Robbed of a truly joyous Aidilfitri this year by Israel's war in Gaza, many Muslims globally celebrated the festival of breaking fast with heavy hearts. Hopes for a ceasefire just before Ramadan, and then, in time for Hari Raya Puasa, were dashed.

Moved by the extent of Palestinian suffering, Singapore continues to raise funds for Gaza. Malaysian Muslims also extended Aidilfitri wishes. As I tucked into a hearty breakfast of chicken, braised flower mushrooms and bee tai mak (short rice noodles), I felt doubly grateful. Nutritious meals are hard to come by for the thousands of Palestinians who struggle to fill their stomachs everyday. I pray that enough food will flow into Gaza so that the effects of malnutrition can be reversed.

I no longer feel as sorry for low income people in rich countries who live in tents due to rising housing and rental costs. Their complaints pale in comparison to what Palestinians are going through. Over 1.5 million of them have to live in makeshift tents because their homes have been razed to the ground due to Israeli attacks AND fear for their lives everyday. In rich nations, the homeless can still access food banks, they can still eat, whereas up till recently, Gaza was under siege and arguably still is. Palestinians have no clean water, their children had started dying from starvation. Who is suffering way more? 下次见!

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taising · 8 months

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babyganics · 2 months

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The Best Baby Products from Babyganics in Singapore

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Bath time becomes a worry-free, joyous occasion with Babyganics Baby Shampoo + Body Wash. This dual-purpose product is formulated with a blend of natural plant-based ingredients that gently cleanse your baby’s skin without stripping away natural oils. It's tear-free, non-allergenic, and comes in a fragrance-free option for the most sensitive skin.

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Babyganics Diapers are designed with your baby's comfort and skin health in mind. They are made from natural and renewable resources, ensuring they are gentle on the earth as well as on your baby’s skin. The diapers are ultra-absorbent, offer a perfect fit, and come with a wetness indicator, making diaper changes easier and more efficient.

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Conclusion

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gosingapore · 4 months

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Hotels in Singapore With Babysitting and Kids Services

Suppose you’re on vacation with family in Singapore or a business meeting, wedding, and similar events where you can’t tag your kids along. In that case, you may have to look for a hotel that offers a babysitting service. It will allow you to tend to your business and give you the freedom to move around without worrying about your little ones.

Singapore has lots of family-friend hotels where you can enlist the help of a babysitter whenever you need it. These hotels either have in-house nannies or coordinate with authorised agencies to provide qualified sitters for their guests.

The Fullerton Bay Hotel Singapore

This 100-room grand neo-classical waterfront hotel is one of the city’s famous landmarks and considered a National Monument. Staying here for holidays is a breeze, thanks to the hotel’s family-friendly amenities.

Aside from babysitting services (which comes with an additional charge), The Fullerton Bay Hotel also provides complimentary children’s amenities such as a welcome pack upon arrival, an ice cream pass, cookies, and sweets (with a minimum three-night stay) and baby beddings and playpen. You can also request a baby tub with an anti-slip mat, toiletries, potty and toddler step stool, and a rubber changing mat.

The Fullerton Bay Hotel Singapore

1 Fullerton Square, Marina Bay, 049178 Singapore (Map)

+65 6333 8388

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Four Seasons Hotel Singapore

This urban sanctuary on Orchard Boulevard is an oasis amidst the shopping haven and Michelin-star dining options that the area is famous for. The Four Seasons Hotel houses Singapore’s first completely hypoallergenic rooms, which is truly a plus if you have children with delicate health or sensitive skin.

Their amenities for kids include babysitting services, complimentary meals for children under four years old, and a Sunday Brunch Kids Corner. Your little ones will surely enjoy the outdoor pool where they can safely have lots of fun in the sun.

Four Seasons Hotel Singapore

190 Orchard Boulevard, Orchard, 248646 Singapore (Map)

+(65) 6734-1110

fourseasons.com/singapore

Marina Bay Sands

Babysitting services and a lot more for the kids are expected at one of Singapore’s most iconic hotels. World-class service and celebrity treatment are given here at Marina Bay Sands, which includes their family-friendly offerings.

Apart from the standard provisions for children, the hotel has many options for luxury children’s shopping at The Shoppes. There are more than 14 brands to choose from where you can find everything, from toys to formal wear. You can also relax with your little ones at The Shoppes’ Family Rooms, which are equipped with diaper-changing stations, washbasin, and comfortable couches.

Marina Bay Sands

10 Bayfront Avenue, Marina Bay, 018956 Singapore (Map)

+65 6688 8888 / [email protected]

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Fraser Suites Singapore

If serviced apartments are more to your liking, then Fraser Suites is a place to consider. The property is situated along the riverside corridor of Boat Quay and Clarke Quay, giving you easy access to great dining and nightlife options.

Your kids will never get bored here, thanks to Fraser’s air-conditioned Indoor Children’s Play Zone, where they can enjoy three themed playrooms: the Star Wars Zone, Animal Kingdom, and Retro Gaming Zone. The property also has a children’s wading pool, so letting them play in the water is safer and fun.

Fraser Suites Singapore

491A River Valley Road, Singapore 248372 (Map)

+65 62 700 800 / [email protected]

singapore-suites.frasershospitality.com Relax and make the most of your time in Singapore while entrusting the care of your children to the capable and reputable babysitting services offered by these well-known brands.

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hazelsingapore · 7 months

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Traditional Newborn Baby Gifts In Singapore

There are many traditional newborn baby gifts for celebrating the new essence of love and happiness, the gifting idea includes baby cloths, homemade woolen cloths, personalized baby blankets, push toy for gifts, baby bathing set, baby chair, mat for baby crawling, and you ca also go for a certificate of money deposit.

Source: Ideas For Best Newborn Baby Gifts In Singapore

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blissbies · 8 months

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Blissbies

As new parents in Singapore, we were inundated with an array of gifts and hampers when our son was born – from clothing and diapers to plush toys. However, the gift that truly resonated with us was a box of toys. Each item within served a purpose – to entertain and distract our little one, making it a cherished baby gift.

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theredbu11 · 9 months

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hamzaaslam · 10 months

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Amazon Singapore Celebrates Prime Day with Prime Day Carnival

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thaiamulets-co · 11 months

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Story of Kumantong | Kumantong-Benefits-and-Effects | How to pray to Kumantong? | Kumantong Mantra Story of Kumantong Kumantong LP Yaem Kuman Thong, it's the same as any other animistic beliefs and practices. From its earliest starts, it was a belief that spirit existed in every natural item, even if it was a lifeless object. In a future state, this spirit would live as part of an immaterial soul. The vision, therefore, was thought to be universal. Kumantong (KMT) is a divine child spirit which is believed to bring luck and fortune to the owner if appropriately revered. It is said that KMT is in fact a baby ghost, however they have to accept Buddhism and do no harm prior to they are offered the status of "Kumantong", or "golden little young boy". Kumantong LP Yaem The belief in keeping ghost babies originates from the 19th-century impressive 'Khun Chang, Khun Phaen' by poet Sunthon Phu. The morbid act of the lead character barbecuing his coming child and summoning its spirit to safeguard and converse with him. In spite of these fantastical origins, the belief in these spirits grew prevalent in southern Thailand, and manuscripts were composed detailing how to create Kumanthong and their protective powers. These beliefs have actually spread out even more south since then, to the island country of Singapore, where they have taken root in a strong sub-community that is as pervasive as it is obscure amongst the population. Like most idols, amulets, and ornaments, Kumanthong are expected to bring their owners plentiful luck however just if they are taken care of properly. kumantong LP Yaem In the story, Khun Phaen was a high-ranking basic very near to the king, sponsored by an effective witch. The sorcerer loved Khun Phaen a lot that he married Khun Phaen with his child. Regrettably, after getting married and the better half was pregnant with her very first kid, Khun Phaen caught her father-in-law. He learns that his better half is loyal to his father's inducements, planning to toxin him. In a fit of anger, Khun Phaen took out the baby from his wife's womb. With bloody hands, Khun Phaen lit a fire at the temple, put the child's body covered in a spiritual cloth and wished. While Khun Phaen recited his prayers, the fetus turned into a dry, paper-thin skin wrapped around a skeleton. When the ceremony ends, the child becomes a powerful spirit with which Khun Phaen can talk, interact, and from there become his guardian. They can take action in a way to assist a fellow human being today. Kuman Thong will follow the owner's heart. They will be excellent and try to make enough benefits to entangle their past karma by assisting their owner to get an opportunity to be reborn again in a more lucky realm. Numerous Kumanthong sellers also advise the owner to look after this doll. Particularly, buy for him toys, sweets, milk to worship. Some individuals also devote that simply needing correct care, Kumanthong will help homeowners get fortunate, do a fortune, win the lottery game, and so on. Kumantong Benefits and Effects It is believed that when properly revered, the spirits of Kumantong will bestow great wealth and success to their owners. Many also believes that Kumantong will appear in dreams to tell their owners of winning numbers of the lottery. Believers also trust that Kumantong could guard and protect their properties and homes from burglaries or against anyone who might have bad intentions towards them. According to a master well known for making Kumantong (Phra Ajarn Patana), he said that as we are not able to control certain circumstances in life, especially those which are created out of collective karma, eg. Economic crisis events. In such a condition, the spirits of Kumantong would bestow spiritual clarity and spiritual guidance during difficult times so that owners would avoid getting into any financial troubles brought on by the collective karma of the world. In the same way, Kumantong can't change

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