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*sigh*

Did you guys see Adam recording lando while holding his helmet and looking so prouddd ughgh i'm so happy his mum is there too

Mom & Dad

Never agreed with something sm.

Honk buttons should be replaced with missiles

Not the actual Rhode account posting Lando with Magui's phone case and purse

Rhode intern literally woke up and chose violence.

AND they tagged him too 😭😭

My actual reaction :

Under His Control

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Song of the story: I Put A Spell On You - Annie Lennox

She stood in the center of the room, heart pounding as she waited, her hands clasped in front of her, her gaze lowered to the floor. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a sweet tension that coiled tight in her stomach. She could hear his footsteps approaching, each one deliberate, measured, sending a shiver of both excitement and nervousness down her spine.

When he finally entered, the air seemed to thicken, the weight of his presence making her feel small, vulnerable, yet safe in a way that only he could make her feel. She didn’t look up, didn’t move, knowing that he wanted her to stay just like this—waiting, ready for whatever he decided.

"Lewis," she breathed, his name a quiet plea on her lips, though she wasn’t even sure what she was asking for. Maybe permission, maybe reassurance, maybe just a sign that she was doing everything right.

He came closer, his fingers brushing her cheek, a soft touch that made her skin tingle. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice calm and controlled, yet carrying a weight that sent warmth flooding through her. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to look up, to meet his eyes, but knowing that he preferred her like this—obedient, willing.

He tilted her chin up with a finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, intense, filled with a heat that made her knees weak. "You’re mine tonight," he said softly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "You’ll do exactly as I say, won’t you?"

"Yes, Lewis," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, not from fear but from the overwhelming need to please him. The way he looked at her, the way his words wrapped around her, made her feel cherished, treasured, but also completely at his mercy.

He smiled, a slow, approving curve of his lips that made her heart race. "That’s what I like to hear," he said, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. "Now, be a good girl and kneel for me."

She sank to her knees without hesitation, the act itself a submission that made her feel both vulnerable and empowered in his presence. She waited, her hands resting lightly on her thighs, her head bowed, knowing that he was watching her and taking in every detail of her obedience.

Lewis stepped closer, his hand sliding into her hair, tugging gently but firmly, lifting her gaze to meet his. "You look beautiful like this," he said, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. "So eager to please, so willing to submit. Are you ready to be mine?"

Her breath caught, her entire body humming with anticipation. "Yes sir" she answered, her voice filled with quiet certainty. "I’m ready."

"Good," he whispered, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "Because tonight, you’re going to be everything I want."

"Hands behind your back," he commanded softly, his voice dark and smooth like velvet, a tone that made her heart race. Without hesitation, she complied, feeling the thrill of submission as she placed her hands behind her back, her fingers trembling slightly with the eagerness to please him.

She heard the soft clink of metal as he retrieved the cuffs, the sound alone sending a wave of heat through her body. The cool touch of steel against her skin as he fastened the cuffs around her wrists was a stark contrast to the warmth of his hands. 

With her hands now restrained, she felt a surge of vulnerability, but also a deep sense of trust. She was completely at his mercy, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. He stepped around to face her, his gaze intense, filled with a dark promise that sent her pulse skyrocketing.

"You look perfect like this," Lewis murmured, his eyes tracing the lines of her body, taking in the sight of her standing there, bound and willing. "So ready to be taken, aren’t you?"

She nodded, her breath hitching as he reached out, his fingers tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. "Yes, Sir," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and anticipation. "I’m yours."

He smiled, a slow, predatory grin that made her knees weak. Without warning, he pushed her back onto the bed, his movements quick and decisive. She landed on the soft sheets, her hands still secured behind her, her body arching slightly as he leaned over her, his presence overwhelming.

He didn’t waste time. His hands moved over her body, exploring, claiming, his touch a mix of rough and gentle that left her gasping for breath. With her hands restrained, every sensation was heightened, every touch more intense, more electrifying.

"Do you know what I’m going to do to you?" Lewis whispered against her ear, his voice low, sending shivers down her spine.

She shook her head, unable to form words, her mind clouded with need, with the overwhelming desire to submit completely to whatever he had in store.

"I’m going to take my time with you,".

"Make you beg for it."

Minors do not interact! p in v no protection (wrap it before you tap it) fingering 1709words

The bright lights in the club flashed while the music blasted with a heavy bass. It was a typical night in Ibiza for everyone where the energy never seemed to stop.

Y/n had come to Ibiza to escape for a week leaving her job and stress behind. She wasn't looking for anything specific but it would be a lie to say she wouldn't mind blowing some steam off tonight. 

By this time of the night her friends had dispersed into the crowd while she sat at the bar sipping slowly on her mojito and swaying to the music.

Across the room, Lando leaned against a wall, watching the dance floor. He was in Ibiza on a whim, having decided that he needed a break from his life back in Monaco. His friends had convinced him that this island was the place to be. 

As the night wore on, their eyes met across the room. Y/n felt a jolt, a spark of something she couldn't quite name. Lando, intrigued by the confidence in her gaze, smiled and nodded toward the dance floor. Without a word, she set down her drink and wove her way through the crowd toward him. He started moving to the center of the floor, because the last thing he would do is turn down a dance from a pretty lady.

They met in the center of the floor, the music thumping around them, and without hesitation, they started to dance. The rhythm took over, and soon they were moving together, in sync, as if they'd known each other for years. Y/n’s laughter was infectious, and Lando found himself grinning, caught up in the moment.

It wasn't long before the space between them closed, their bodies pressed together as they danced. The heat of the crowd, the music, and the shared electricity between them created a bubble that seemed to cut them off from the rest of the world. They didn’t speak much—there was no need. The music did all the talking.

As the night deepened, the lights dimmed, and the tempo of the music slowed. Lando leaned down, his lips brushing your ear as he asked, "Want to get out of here?"

She looked up at him, her eyes bright with excitement. "Yes," she replied, her voice breathless from the dancing and the anticipation.

The bass still thumped in her chest as they stepped out of the club, stepping into the warm Ibiza air. Laughter and music faded into the distance as they walked  down the street hand in hand, her heels clicking against the pavement. The neon lights from the sign of a nearby hotel glowed softly in the darkness.

Lando pushed through the revolving door, the hum of the lobby a welcome contrast to the chaos they’d left behind.

The elevator doors slid shut, sealing them in a small, intimate space. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the kind that had been simmering all night long. She could feel his presence beside her, close enough that their arms brushed with every slight movement. The numbers above the door ticked upwards, but time seemed to slow.

He turned to her, his eyes dark with a mix of something you couldn’t quite name—desire, maybe, or a kind of quiet determination. Her breath caught in her throat as his hand found her waist, pulling her gently but firmly towards him.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice low and rough. She nodded, unable to find her voice, her heart racing in anticipation. And then he kissed her.

It was everything she imagined it would be, the kind of kiss that stole the breath from her lungs and made her knees go weak. His lips were warm and demanding, she melted into him, her hands finding the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer as the elevator hummed softly around them. 

The ding of the elevator reaching their floor broke the spell. Lando led the way to the room as you both rushed. The door clicked shut behind him.

‘’Ready?’’

She could feel the intensity of his need in every touch, every kiss, as if he was devouring her. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as his mouth found hers again, their kisses growing more frantic.

His hands roamed lower, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her against him, letting her feel just how much he wanted her. She whimpered into his mouth, her own desire spiraling out of control, and she arched into him, craving more, needing more.

His lips trailed down her neck, teeth grazing her skin in a way that made her moan, her head falling back against the wall. His hands roamed freely, exploring every curve, every inch of her body with an urgency that matched her own. She could feel his boner pushing against her belly.

He couldn't get enough. 

She tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. He obliged, breaking the kiss just long enough to yank his shirt over his head, before his mouth was on hers again, even hungrier than before. His hands slipped under her dress, finding the bare skin of her thighs, squeezing firmly as he pushed her dress up further, his fingers teasing the edge of her panties.

“God, you’re driving me insane,” he growled against her lips, his voice rough with need. 

“Then do something about it,” she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation.

His eyes darkened, and in one swift movement, he tore her panties away, the sound of ripping fabric making her pulse race. His fingers found her instantly, sliding between her folds, and she cried out, arching into him as he teased her, his thumb circling her clit with passion. 

‘‘Fuck o-omg’’ was all she could say. She could barely think, her body completely at his mercy as he worked her with skilled fingers, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She clung to him, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. 

‘T-t-too mu-chhh’’ He didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate, his fingers driving into her faster, harder, his mouth capturing her cries as she came apart in his arms. 

Her climax hit her like a wave, her body trembling uncontrollably as pleasure coursed through her. He swallowed her moans, his hand never stopping its relentless pace until she was a panting, trembling mess against him.

When she finally caught her breath, he pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and burning desire. “We’re not done,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

She smiled, wicked and full of promise. “Not even close.”

They stumbled toward the bed, their hands tearing at the rest of  each other’s clothes, the air between them crackling with raw, unrestrained need. Her dress fell to the floor, a forgotten heap of fabric, as he pushed her onto the bed, his eyes dark with hunger as he followed her down.

His lips were everywhere—her neck, her collarbone, the curve of her breasts. He kissed and nipped at her skin, leaving a trail of fire in his path. She arched into him, her hands desperate as they roamed over the hard muscles of his back, pulling him closer, needing more.

He slipped his hand between her legs, finding her already wet and aching for him. She gasped, her back arching off the bed as he teased her with slow, deliberate strokes, his dick playing her like an instrument he knew intimately well. 

“Please,” she breathed, her voice barely more than a whimper, every nerve ending alive with anticipation.

He grinned against her skin, his breath hot against her ear. “Not yet,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “I want to hear you beg.”

She shuddered at his words, her body betraying her as it responded to the dark promise in his voice. He slid his dick against her slit, She cried out, her fingers tangling in his curls as he teased with maddening precision, bringing her closer and closer to the edge but never quite letting her fall.

“Please,” she begged, her voice desperate, her body trembling under his relentless assault.

‘‘Please what?’’

‘‘Please fuck me’’ he smiled at her with a smug grin.“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice like velvet. Positioning himself between her legs. She could feel him hard and ready against her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing him inside her.

With one swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, and she moaned, the sensation overwhelming. He didn’t hold back—he set a punishing pace, each thrust deep and powerful, driving her higher and higher. She met him with equal intensity, their bodies moving together in a frantic rhythm, the bed creaking beneath them as they lost themselves in each other.

He kissed her again, hard and possessive, swallowing her moans as he drove them both closer to the edge. She could feel the pressure building inside her, her body tightening around him as she spiraled toward release. He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit, and the added stimulation sent her over the edge.

She shattered beneath him, her body convulsing with pleasure as her orgasm tore through her. He followed seconds later, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips as he buried himself deep inside her, his body tensing as he found his release.

They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and sweat-soaked sheets, both of them breathing hard. He rolled to his side, pulling her with him, their bodies still connected, his arm wrapping around her waist to keep her close.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing and the distant hum of the city outside. Finally, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his voice a low rumble in her ear.

“That was just the beginning,” he whispered, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her back. “We’ve got all night.”

She smiled against his chest, her heart still racing, and she knew he was right. The night was far from over, and the fire between them had only just begun. 

ouuuuu I love this!!

Thighs ;; Daniel Ricciardo

WARNINGS ;; 18+ content, mature language, thigh riding, use of good girl, slight dirty talk.

wc ;; 1.9k

pairing ;; daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

a/n ;; hi!! i’m super excited to start posting on this blog. of course, the first post had to be dedicated to daniel and his thighs, so i hope you enjoy! requests are open, so if anyone has any prompts or ideas, please send them into my inbox! + a massive thank you to @thef1diary for beta reading this, and inspiring me to start the account.

Daniel knew you loved his thighs, it wasn’t exactly a well kept secret. He was sure all of your friends knew too. Your eyes wouldn’t leave the meat of his thighs when they were on display – which was often, God bless the extreme heat of most places you travelled to for making him wear shorts everyday. It wasn’t something that you spoke about often though, in fact, Daniel realised you had never really brought it up yourself. You were shy, didn’t really like bringing such things up yourself. Daniel usually had to coax what you wanted out of you, and tonight wasn’t any different.

Daniel trailed kisses from the nape of your neck, up your jaw until he reached your ear. He whispered sweet nothings to you, telling you how beautiful you were, how he would do anything you wanted. Your face was on fire at the wet kisses, the sultry tone of his voice already starting a fire in your belly. You tilted your head to give him more access to your neck, but he pulled away from you, causing your eyes to follow him.

He moved his rose-inked hand to cup your jaw, allowing his thumb to gently stroke your cheek. You leaned into his hand, enjoying any and all touch you received from him. You only had your eyes shut momentarily before Daniel gave your chin a squeeze, causing them to flutter open again.

“For me to give you what you want,” he started, his voice low. “You need to tell me exactly what it is.”

You smiled at his words. Daniel, ever the gentlemen, always doing what you wanted. It was never any different. “I just want you, Danny.”

Daniel let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head as he looked down. You furrowed your brows, confused at his reaction. With a tilt of your head, you asked him what was so funny.

“You are,” he told you, looking back up. “Always too shy to tell me what you want. Always have to work for it to get it out, don’t I?” Daniel explained, raising a brow with a grin. You felt your face heat up again, but it wasn’t due to arousal this time – not for the most part, anyways.

“What are you–” you had started to question him, but you cut yourself off with a surprised gasp as Daniel moved you to sit on his right thigh. You looked to him for answers, but you were only met with a small smirk on Daniel’s face.

“I see the way you look at my thighs, sweetheart,” he began to explain, moving his hands to rest on your hips. His thumbs rubbed small circles into them as he continued to speak to you. “You’re always looking when I’m in shorts, eyes always on me. You know how hard I get when I watch you squeeze your thighs together, all because you can’t contain yourself?”

Your jaw dropped at Daniel calling you out. You knew that you weren’t exactly subtle about your interest in his thighs, but his words made your full body heat up. You stuttered over your words, but you couldn’t get a coherent sentence out. All you managed to squeak out was a “sorry”, and it only made Daniel laugh.

“Sorry? For what?” he asked as he laughed, moving his right hand off of your hip to grab at your own. He moved it to rest on the fabric of his clearly straining shorts, making you gulp lightly. “You mustn't have heard me, your gaze gets me so fucking hard.”

You meekly nodded, not really sure how to respond to him. Daniel knew what you were like though, he didn’t expect much else. He liked how shy you were, how easily flustered he managed to get you. Moving his hand off of your own, he slowly ran it up your bare leg, allowing it to slip under your short skirt, smirking as his fingers grazed your clothed pussy.

“So wet for me,” he cooed, and you could only whine as his fingers were so close to where you needed them. You let yourself rut against his thigh once to show him you were desperate for him. Daniel’s eyes darkened as he felt you move against his thigh, and he couldn’t contain the groan that left his throat.

Slipping his fingers to move your underwear to the side, Daniel’s left hand dragged you across his thigh once more to test it, and he couldn’t have landed the jackpot quicker. The feeling of your bare pussy against his thigh, starting to soak it due to how wet you were was all he needed.

“Fuck, darling,” he moaned, his right hand moving back up to your hips so he could guide you through it. “You gonna ride my thigh? Like a good girl?” He asked you, looking right into your eyes as he said it.

The friction of his thigh against your clit, along with the good girl caused a whine to escape your mouth. You nodded as you moved your hands onto his shoulders, gripping them tightly as you continued to rut against him, desperately lapping up the pleasure you got from your bare cunt against his tattooed thigh.

You suddenly came to a halt though, causing you to break out of the pleasure-bound spell you seemed to be entranced in. Daniel’s brows were furrowed, his hands gripping your hips tightly so you weren’t able to continue your movements.

“Danny please– Let me move,” you pleaded with him, looking down at his thigh as you desperately tried to move your hips. His grip was too strong for you to fight against, and Daniel only tutted, clicking his tongue to get your eyes to land on him.

“So now you can talk? I want verbal confirmation as soon as I ask you a question,” he told you, his hands squeezing your hips even tighter to make sure you understood. You were sure it was going to leave bruises tomorrow, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, in fact, the thought only turned you on more.

“I‘m sorry, Dan,” you apologised, eyes pleading with him to continue so you could go back to what you were doing. He nodded, and repeated his question for you. “So, are you going to be a good girl and ride my thigh?” He asked you, eyes trained on your face.

You nodded again, but verbally confirmed it this time too. “Yes, Danny. I’ll ride your thigh,” you told him, making a small smile appear on his face. You tried to move your hips again, but Daniel was still holding you in place. You whined in frustration, hopelessly trying to recreate the friction from moments ago but to no avail. He tutted, shaking his head at you.

“Tell me you’ll be my good girl,” he commanded, eyes dark. One thing about Daniel, he was always going to make you tell him you were a good girl. His good girl.

“Going to be your good girl– but please Dan, I need– your thigh again,” you plead, and if it wasn’t obvious by your constant attempts at grinding against your thigh, the urgency in your voice would’ve been a dead giveaway.

“Alright gorgeous, you can have it,” he cooed, loosening the grip of his hands on your hips so you could move, but still holding them securely so he could help move you against him. ~

You couldn’t believe it had taken so long for this to happen, and it was so much better than any fantasy you ever had about it. Each grind against his inked thigh sent sparks shooting throughout your body, the whimpers and moans escaping your lips were music to Daniel’s ears as his dark, hungry eyes watched the way your body moved.

Daniel groaned at the sight of your tits bouncing each time you rut against him, moving between watching them, and the facial expressions you were making due to the immense pleasure from his thigh alone.

“You look so perfect riding my thigh, sweetheart,” he started, making your eyes land back on his face as you focused on his words. “Soaking it too, because of how fucking wet you are,” he groaned, and bit his lip at the moan you let out at his words.

He couldn’t stop himself from moving one of his hands up to your chest, toying with your hardened nipple through the fabric. The friction of the fabric, along with the touch of his thumb sent a streak of pleasure through you, head snapping back as you let out a guttural moan.

“Can’t keep my eyes off these, either,” he continued, alternating between circling his thumb around your nipple, to squeezing the swell of your breast. “Everything about you is perfect. Made for me, weren’t you?” He asked, looking into your eyes for confirmation.

“Made for you and you only, Danny,” you sighed, panting as you felt yourself getting closer. Daniel could tell too, your voice pitches up, and he feels your hand’s grip onto him tighter.

“Such a good girl f’me. Getting close, aren’t you?” He questioned, despite already knowing the answer. He just wanted to hear your needy, desperate voice say anything. You nodded frantically at him, high pitched whines escaping your throat.

“So– fuck, so close, Dan” you breathlessly admitted, slightly angling your hips so your clit was getting more friction, and Daniel knew you found a good angle when a sudden but pleasant moan escaped you.

Daniel suddenly got an idea. “Got an idea, sweetheart. It’s gonna help you feel even better, do you trust me?” He asked, waiting to see if you’d agree, or rather just let yourself finish like this. His eyes lit up when you squeaked out a please, hands gripping your waist a little tighter before he started to bounce his leg.

It was somehow better than before, a new experience which felt like absolute euphoria. You let out a shaky, breathy moan as your eyes rolled back, unable to control yourself any longer. Daniel moved you back slightly, a little closer to his knee than his thigh, and it worked like magic, as it worked even better.

“Fuck– yes, yes Daniel–” you panted out, almost falling into the category of babbling due to how much you kept repeating almost incomprehensible chatter, too focused on the feeling of pleasure to respond properly.

“Let go for me, c’mon. Cum for me,” he coaxed you, feeling your thighs tighten around his own, before you came, chanting out Daniel’s name as you rode your high. You immediately fell into Daniel’s chest, body slouching as you sighed, smiling lazily when his arms wrapped around you.

It was silent for a while, the only noises being your heavy breaths until you recovered back to your normal state. Daniel’s hand gently stroked up and down your back, leaving soft kisses on the crown of your head as he let you recover from your orgasm. You used your still shaky hands to push yourself up, meeting face-to-face with Daniel as he smiled softly at you, leaning in to initiate a passionate kiss between you.

Daniel carefully carried you into your shared bedroom not long afterwards, making sure you were A-okay before helping you get into fresh pajamas and getting you ready for bed. Much to your dismay, of course, as you wanted him to clean himself up first, especially after the mess you made on his thigh, but Daniel paid no mind to your whining, carrying on with his duties of making sure you were sorted for the night.

Mann I need to see some toe-curling Daniel Ricciardo smut on here asap!

me asf:

how I read the most toe-curling, spine-shattering, nerve-wrecking, nastiest smut ever written in this god forsaken app