Magickal Properties Of Trees

liam's family got to watch him score his first f1 points at his favourite track

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carlos sainz in 2013 on the red bull junior team competing on the GP3 and racing with a car with the number 4 in it.

lando norris formula 2 car having a chili symbol on it.

they are soulmate in a very "and isn't it just so pretty to think that all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?" coded way.

omg omg imagine car sex with Henry after the lunch with Bunng from the beginning of the book ♡♡♡

a/n: i’m literally only halfway through writing rn and i’m apologising in advance. do not read this in public.

warnings: 18+, minors and my bf dni, emetophobia warning, rough and unprotected sx, degrading, henry having slight sadomasochistic tendencies but what else is new.

“henry!”

“yes?!”

“you’ve got babysitting duties.” you said, tossing henry his car keys as you wandered out of the bedroom. you had just been on the phone to bunny, who was in a predicament of not being able to pay the bill he racked up with richard at a restaurant. “let’s go.”

he rolled his eyes, and took a second to light another cigarette, blowing smoke your way as he followed you out the door. “where are we going?”

“where do you think?” you replied sarcastically, because more often than not, it was the same place you were picking bunny up from, steaming drunk and flat broke. you opened the passenger door of the car and got in, lighting yourself a cigarette.

henry sank into the driver’s seat and stared you down, clearly moody. “this is getting old,” he said flatly, starting the car and pulling onto the road. he sighed another lungful of smoke in a slow, steady stream, shaking his head.

“don’t shoot the messenger.” you held your hands up in mock defeat, smirking slightly to yourself. once you arrived at the restaurant, you saw bunny, stumbling around outside, and richard was swaying on his feet, too. you sighed, shaking your head. “get in.” you said, out of the open window.

henry stormed inside to do damage control on the chaos that bunny likely left in his wake, muttering curses the whole way. while he was gone, you watched bunny and richard fall into the back of the car.

“if you vomit, i will kill you.” you began. “if you open the door and fall out of the car, i will leave you there.”

you looked in the rearview mirror at bunny, and waited for him to look at you. “and if you ever do this again,” you warned, pointing at him with the fingers that had a cigarette between them. “we will not be coming to get you. is everybody clear on that?”

they both nodded, mouths zipped shut. no one said a word when henry got back in the car. henry was pissed off, but when you caught his eye, you snickered and had to turn away.

bunny was first to be dropped off, as henry came to a rather ungraceful stop outside the dorms. “get out of my car.” henry said, his tone of voice so parental it was almost patronising. bunny knew better than to disagree with henry, so he stumbled off into the night.

you couldn’t help but laugh a little bit, leaving richard incredibly confused. “bunny does this all the time, richard.” you explained, straight face returning with the addition of a motherly tone.

“it’s not your fault. he’s a sleazy little thing, isn’t he?” you said, turning to henry. henry simply nodded, becoming slightly less tense when he realised the situation (bunny) had come and gone.

once richard was also safely disposed of, you relaxed. however, you didn’t really want to go home and get out of the car just yet. you glanced across you, and noticed that henry was staring at you, in the way that he did when he had an idea. “what?” you asked, lighting another cigarette.

you realised what henry was getting at, and you groaned. “oh, no.” you complained.

“it’s so impractical.” you played this game every time, and it was a mystery why you did, because you yielded every time without fail, clambering into the backseat and ripping off your clothes.

and that was exactly what you did.

you struggled out of your dress in the confined space, and henry had to hold back from ripping it clean off to save time. instead, you simply hiked it up, shimmying out of the pathetic excuse for a pair of underwear that you had been wearing since last night.

you lost one of your heels, so kicked off the other one as henry was trying to unfasten his belt with one hand, other hand already gripping your hair and holding your head back as he nipped at the base of your neck.

eventually, henry won the fight against his belt, and pushed straight into you, knowing damn well you’d be wet enough. sure enough, you were sodden. you gasped, breath catching in your throat and causing you to let out an ultimately embarrassing squeak.

once henry had buried his face in your neck, he was already cursing you out with breathy sighs of “fucking hell.”, or “fuck. god.”, and something filthy in latin which you were sure translated to arrogant whore (😉).

you scrunched your face up in dislike at his curses, thinking he was too preoccupied to notice. that, however, was not the case. suddenly, your face was wet, and you realised that henry had spat on you. he grabbed your face with one hand, hovering over you.

“don’t fucking look at me like that.”

your jaw dropped in shock and in pleasure, as henry began to fuck you at an alarming pace. it was hard and fast enough to almost be painful, but once a rhythm was established, you realised it was the perfect sweet spot between pleasure and pain. you dropped your head back, leaning it against the misty car window as your pathetic whines grew louder.

you were trying your hardest not to lose it then and there, wanting to make it at least fifteen minutes before the tension snapped and you soaked the backseat of henry’s car. unfortunately, that task was made more difficult when henry’s fingers landed right where you needed them the most, circling more gently than you thought possible from him.

“open your mouth.”

you tested the waters by saying nothing, staring blankly up at henry with a mischievous fire in your eyes. henry was not impressed, and that became increasingly obvious.

“do as you’re fucking told.” he hissed, his tone too warning for you to ignore. you glared up at henry, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. your eyes widened when you felt the two fingers that had previously been pressed against your core now rammed down your throat, causing you to gag and tear up.

henry’s eyes flickered shut and he dropped his head onto your shoulder, pulling his now spit-soaked fingers out of your mouth and wrapping them around your neck as he fucked into you harder, faster.

this was the tipping point for you, pushing over the edge as you felt the ball of burning pleasure reach its peak, and then begin to dissipate as you rolled out the high. you cried out so sharply that it sounded almost pained, gripping henry’s upper arm with all the strength you had.

feeling you tense up around him sent henry over as well. he swore, loudly, cursing your name over and over under his breath. putting probably more of his weight around your throat than he should have, he pulled out of you harshly and came undone with such conviction that you felt it land on your bruised collarbone.

your chests heaved out of synchrony, and you said nothing for a moment, just trying to get your bearings back. you weren’t brought back to sanity until henry leaned down to kiss you sweetly, a stark contrast to what had just transpired as he told you “you’re beautiful.”

fill her veins — lando norris

lando norris x fem!reader [3.5k] summary: your friend’d had you in all the different ways. fast and hard, deep and bone rattling but this was his favourite. lazy, slow and deep. warnings: 18+ explicit smut & language, friends with benefits, porn without plot, lazy sex, unprotected (piv) a/n: to the anon that dropped this concept in my ask box, I hope you don’t mind that I took the idea and ran with it. I have so many drafts to finish but this just wouldn’t leave my mind. consider this as a thank you for all the amazing love you’ve poured me with lately, I love you guys so much!! lmk what you think of this!

Lando has an odd taste for trashy reality tv shows. He claims that he doesn’t, that he usually puts them on for background noise but he always ends up settling down on the nearest flattest surface; Eyes glued to the screen. It’s funny, it’s not something you’d expect and most of all, you don’t really mind it. Because he doesn’t care if you don’t pay any attention to it, as long as you’re either in his lap or spooning him.

He’d texted you earlier tonight and you hadn’t expected it, not really. You figured that after the long weekend in Belgium, he’d be ready to travel where the wind took him without any worry about the next weekend where he’d have to show off his best side and bring home a win for his team. Lando had talked about the Maldives and even Singapore, hinting at you coming with him but you’d been quick to shut him down, claiming that your life couldn’t be put on hold. Because it couldn’t.

But he’d gone home, spending exactly three hours with Max before the fucker abandoned him to hang out with his girlfriend and Lando was bored out of his mind when the flat got too quiet, so quiet that he could hear the neighbours flushing their toilets. Then you’d sent him a funny video of cats and Lando had responded with an ‘are you home?’ after laughing himself silly to the video.

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BLah

I thought that I was really in love with you.

But, lately I found out that it was a temporary feeling. I never loved you. You've always left me disappointed, confused and obsessed.

Why obsessed?

Because, I have never loved you. I don't know you. I love the idea that I created of you. It's hard to realise it, in fact, I took too long to understand this. I could have ended everything since the beginning and I wouldn't have been here worrying about stupid feelings. I'm obsessed with the idea that I created of you. The you that doesn't exist. A dangerous guy, with anger issues that hates everyone except me.

And I told him: Look, I've been playing with you from the beginning and I don't love you.

I didn't talk to him from that day. But I think of him even if I don't know him. Does this have an explanation? Is there a philosopher who has got theories that are going to help me discover what I'm feeling? I've studied for years philosphy and psychology but I never seem to understand myself. I am a big mess.

I've went to different psychoanalysts but they found no way of comforting and helping me.

I've read thousands of books, specifically romance books, but do you know how bored they have made me? They annoy me now. But I continue reading them. They're full of fantasies and utopic worlds but I so believe them, I don't know how to get out of that illusion.

How do I turn off my reasoning and consciousness? I want to disappear. I want to be free. I want to live with someone that I truly love.

How do I learn how to love? Is there someone that teaches this? Are there theories or books that talk about this?

I want to know how to actually ,love someone with all my heart and to get to know that person for everything they have and possess and follow them till they die because that's what my mission needs to be. I want to be there for someone till the day I die. Is there a way to find this? Is there a way to believing in love? I'm desperate to know.

But you know what puts me in a crisis? That is understanding love. From what I've understood about myself, I am a person that views love as a love with violence and aggression, sacrificies and problems, imperfections and perfections, optimistic point of views and cosy touches, physical connection, spiritual connection, sexual touches, sweet words and harmful words that push you to hate the person you "love" and finally hating yourself for loving them.

How can I think this way? Who do I think I am? A goddess?

What if I got to know this guy and actually fell in love with him, what would really happen?

I would be desperate and heartbroken and hate myself for falling for somebody that I don't deserve and that I shouldn't waste my time with and not waste my life for neither energy. I would hate myself for falling for someone who isn't who I idealised. This is unacceptable.

I wanna be free. I wanna love someone and suffer forever. You know what I want to suffer because that's what I live for. That's how I've learnt to survive. I have been raised with violence and anger issues and problems. I need someone that treats me how I think he should treat me.

I don't know how my idealised man is. I have no idea how he is. I literally don't know. Like can you imagine that I wrote this whole story and bullshit for something that I don't really know or believe or think or reason about, oh my god I am truly crazy. I talk noonsense. I am a bullshiter and I accept it. Thank you for today.

K.M.

Why does he look dazed and confused

Your face is all fucked up from taking the world by the teeth

And there's blood on your hands you don't know whose it is

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