From The Bottom Of My Heart I Hope 2024 Is A Better Mental Health Year For Everyone

From the bottom of my heart I hope 2024 is a better mental health year for everyone

Checo: Hey, Max won't come out of his driver's room. Charles: Just tell him I said something. Checo: Like what? Charles: Anything factually incorrect. Max, a few minutes later: Did you just say the sun is a planet-

I feel like ship-wise about each other the dynamics are

Oscar watches // Lando stares

Oscar Moon // Lando Sun

Oscar sees // Lando feels

Oscar knows // Lando hopes

Oscar keeps // Lando holds

Oscar dares // Lando risks

Oscar suffers // Lando aches

Oscar cares // Lando heals

Oscar burns // Lando drowns

So Red Bull really did put a picture of their star driver marking Charles as his territory with a sticker on their Christmas tree. They also made sure to highlight this on the tree.

And in the same week they put out a video and make sure to include a tweet by same driver calling Charles sexy, and this same driver enthusiastically says "it's me ME I said that!" and this is how they start the video??? Hello???

Red Bull is just out here on main going "Charles look how good you look with Max and a Red Bull logo on you. Look, Max thinks you're very sexy, pst pst pst"

None of this is subtle!

its around midnight for me and i have to wake up early tomorrow but all i can think is charles with baby fever around the holidays

just imagine him talking about having a kid with because look how cute they are around the holidays

just imagine him pointing out every kids toy because when you have kids he is spoiling them to the notc

just imagine him whispering softly into your ear while he fucks slowly in you just talking how cute your kids would look like, maybe they will have his brown curls with your pretty eyes and hey if you get pregnant now they will be a few months old around the holidays so he can show them off

just imagine you riding him softly and he is so lost in pleasure that he speaks about kids again, how you would look like, he imagined it before, how your stomach would swell with the life you're creating inside you, your breasts heavy and just begging to be touched by him, how sensitive you would be, every touch making you moan..

just imagine that and maybe the pregnant test with two lines a few weeks later wouldn't be a surprise

SOMNO WITH DANNY (he went out late to a show and you stayed in and had a wine night with your friends and meanwhile he was wishing you were there to dance to the music with him and he gets home at like 2-3 am and you are passed out in panties and his shirt on the couch and he just can’t resist , you’d talked about this before but he never could bring himself to do it so he knew he had your permission)

putting read more for ppl who don't like somno!!

He's not surprised when he comes home and finds her half dressed sleeping on the couch, practically an offering for him to take what he needs. He was hoping she'd still be awake, waiting up for him to get home, but he supposes the fact that she's sprawled out on the couch in almost nothing means she was waiting on him. He almost wakes her, then remembers the last time he woke her for sex and she practically scolded him for not just fucking her when he already knew he had permission. He feels a little guilty for staying out late enough she fell asleep waiting on him, and tells himself it would be selfish to wake her because he's horny. She deserves her beauty rest.

Danny would be so careful not to wake her when he finally gives into her little fantasy. It's something he's almost done a few times when he's flown in right after a race and found her wearing one of his shirts and his favorite panties. This time, he gives in to the temptation and kicks his shoes off before stumbles over to the couch. He shoves his too tight jeans down his legs and kicks them across the room before stopping. He looks down at her, flat on her back with her hair fanning over one of the throw pillows, hands resting on her stomach like she's his own sleeping beauty. He rests his knee between hers and leans his weight on it as he grasps her right leg just below the knee and bends it, pushing it up until he can rest it on the back cushions of the couch to keep it in place. Her body moves easily, and he can't help but gasp at how relaxed she is. He keeps his hand hovering over her shin for a moment to ensure it won't fall before he settles between her now parted legs.

There isn't much room, but he has enough space that he can brush his fingers against her clothed pussy and feel the warmth between her legs. He presses his thumb against her clit and rubs lightly, eyes shifting up to her face to see her lips part in a sigh but she doesn't react otherwise. He takes the non reaction as a go, and slips her panties to the side to run his finger through her already slick center. As he does so, he hears her voice in the back of his mind saying, I'm always ready for you. She says it every time he slips his fingers between her thighs and teases her for already being soaked. He imagines her waiting for him to come home, her mind overrun with thoughts of his hands on her body, her cunt throbbing with need as she checks the time and wonders when he'll return.

He wishes he had abandoned the party sooner, hadn't let his friends coerce him into staying longer each time he reached for his jacket and keys and said he needed to get home to the missus. He slips one finger inside of her and marvels at how slick she is, how relaxed she is. hHr hips shift down against his hand and his eyes jerk up to her face again, half expecting to see hers staring back, but she hasn't woken yet. He takes the movement as a queue to add another finger, slowly curling his ring finger in alongside his middle finger. Her nostrils flare as she takes a deeper breath and he freezes, waits for her eyelids to flutter open. When they don't, he begins alternating between curling and scissoring his fingers in her to open her up, slow steady movements until he feels she's relaxed enough to take his cock.

He strokes himself a few times with the hand he prepped her with, slicking himself up with her arousal before lifting her left leg over his hip as he lines up with her entrance. He feels like a puppeteer as her body bends to his touch, eyes raking over her limp body as he bottoms out in one slow thrust. He sees the way her entire body reacts to him, even unconscious. Her fingers twitching where they're resting over her stomach, where he always wraps his arms to pull her closer. Under her hands, his shirt on her body has ridden up and he can see her abdomen contract as her pussy flutters around him.

Her lips part in another soft sigh as he shifts his hips against hers and her eyebrows scrunch the tiniest bit. He rubs slow circles with his thumb on her thigh, willing himself to wait for her to relax again before he accidentally wakes her because he's impatient. He counts thirty seconds after her face relaxes before he moves, taking a deep breath between each count to ensure he isn't counting like an overeager child playing hide and seek.

He keeps it slow and soft, pressing his lips into her shoulder to muffle the soft moans that escape him as he rolls his hips against hers. Daniel feels like he's on cloud nine each time he pulls out and sinks back in, his mind overrun with thoughts of how good she feels like this. He can't fathom why he didn't think it was a good idea, having her like this, taking what he needed while she's completely at his mercy.