My Great Grandma, Violet Leib. It Runs In The Family.

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filth | daniel ricciardo social au

summary: you and danny like to traumatise everyone on social media

itsy/n

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itsy/n my second favourite necklace…and my first favourite

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landonorris y/n there are children on this app

itsy/n yeah and you’re one of them, get off my page child

fan1 MOTHER

charles_leclerc i dont get it

charles_leclerc WAIT I GET IT NOW

danielricciardo feel like wearing your favourite necklace right now?

itsy/n omw

fan2 my parents are so disgusting

danielricciardo

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danielricciardo i prefer taking her clothes off but this will do i guess

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itsy/n all in good time baby

fan3 if this is how traumatising they are on socials, imagine knowing them in real life

pierregasly trust me, it’s insufferable

maxverstappen1 i’ve seen more of daniel than i ever wanted to

danielricciardo please, you wanted to see the goods, just admit it

itsy/n

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itsy/n mommy and daddy

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danielricciardo daddy indeed

landonorris one day i’ll be able to open this app without worrying about my eyes burning

fan4 okay but imagine them as actual parents

itsy/n damn, danny would be such a dilf

itsy/n still thinking about it

itsy/n brb gotta go discuss something with dan real quick

itsy/n

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itsy/n texts from daniel pt 1

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danielricciardo i can’t believe you posted this on insta before you even bothered to answer me

itsy/n you know the answer is always yes to both

landonorris please god don’t let there be a part 2

fan5 the only texts i get from my bf are about what he wants me to cook or telling me he’s going to be late

itsy/n dump him

fan6 queen gives such good advice

scottyjames31 thanks for the inspo, texting chloe rn

lance_stroll please don’t

danielricciardo

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danielricciardo dilf era incoming

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itsy/n it’s an honour to officially be able to bestow the title of dilf on you

pierregasly congratulations! it’s there’s one thing that kid is never going to doubt, it’s how much their parents love each other

charles_leclerc congratulations! so happy for you both ♥️

fan7 STOP MY PARENTS ARE ACTUALLY GONNA BE PARENTS

fan8 she wasn’t lying when she said she couldn’t stop thinking about it, huh?

landonorris i call godfather

itsy/n children can’t look after children

danielricciardo new game. guess whose driver’s room we conceived in

maxverstappen1 i don’t like this game

Marry You

Lorenzo Alleno x reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: talks of marriage, bad driving 

Author’s Note: i just love this movie, it’s so freaking good. I wrote this as I rewatched and it’s just as good as I remember 

Summary: you hitch a ride on the bus 

Genre: fluff

Song: streets of the bronx by bells and string orchestra 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

(not my gif)

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hypothetically speaking if you did, a d@ddy k1nk drabble, with Max Cady. That would be…fun 👀

hey, little devil!

“I wanna show you something.” purring, you climb up on to the massive bed where Max is sprawled out, hands behind his head. there’s a thin, white sheet that is draped over his abdomen, obscuring the rest of his nakedness from you, but his torso, etched with art, is on full display.

“Oh yeah?” a wicked grin worms its way into his countenance as he watches you sit on your knees in front of him. “Whattya wanna show me, darlin’? Somethin’ naughty, no doubt.” one of his hands flees to caress your cheek, thumb careening to trace the lower counterpart of your pouting couplet.

you mirror his grin with a coy one of your own, pressing a sugary peck to the calloused pad of his thumb before parting your tiers and grazing his nail with your teeth. giving him a little nibble before wrapping your lips around the digit entirely, you tilt your head. “It’s a.. little bit naughty.” you admit in a slurred voice, sheepish yet excited to share. you kiss his thumb once more, purging it from your cavern before you turn around. your fingers bunch up the fabric of your breezy skirt as you inch it upwards, exposing your panties, and you bend forward, poking your butt out on display towards Max. you stare at his countenance in the mirror, and to your relief, see undeniable hunger in his eyes.

“Well now, these must be new.” Max purrs, sitting up straight. placing one palm flush against your cheek, he uses the grip to keep it steady while the other hand toys with the fabric of the lingerie, thick digits slipping beneath it to ghost over your sensitive skin. “‘Daddy’s Angel’?” he reads the font sewn into the butt of the garment with bemusement and pride. “That’s what that says?”

giggling, you nod. “Do you like them?”

Max chortles, fingers curling around the fabric to draw most together. “‘Course I like ‘em, darlin’, but you’re definitely not daddy’s angel. You’re more like… daddy’s little devil.” his tongue darts over his bottom lip as he pulls the fabric taut and watches it slip between your globes. with the cotton of the panties forced so tight against your sex, you find yourself eliciting a sultry whimper, and your hips undulate against the sensation. “Yeah, that’s right. Daddy’s dirty, little devil. Always sittin’ on his shoulder, makin’ him think about doin’ all sorts of bad, bad things to her.”

“Like what?” you coo, in hopes that he’ll indulge you. “What does daddy want to do to his little devil right now?”

“Right now?” he repeats, and you can hear the arrogance in his voice; looking at his massive form looming over you in the mirror, you feel butterflies in your stomach. “Right now, seeing this pretty, little ass ain’t nearly marked up enough for my likin’, daddy wants to leave his John Hancock all over it.” his words are coupled with a brutal thwack to your supple cheek, that ripples at the contact of his palm.

whining, your hands scrape and grip fists in the sheet, body lurching forward at the force of his spank. “Mark me up, please, daddy!” you’re hardly able to plead before another smack lands in exactly the same spot, stinging much more than the first.

“Me, oh, my!” Max exclaims gleefully. “I bet that stung like fire, didn’t it, little devil? Don’tchu worry your little head, daddy’s gonna cover your pretty cheeks in black and blue, but he’ll kiss it better when he’s done.”

heart-eyes oscar strikes again!

Fedeltà

Now what truly makes me curious is what’s behind those beautiful brown eyes…

It is really hard for me to understand his intentions. Sometimes he’s cold and crude with me but there are also times when he is calm, soft and he even initiates affection towards me. Because of this, exactly I am dubious of his actions.

As in, do you love me or do you not love me?

I don’t want to continue living like this anymore; loving you while I’m trying to understand what’s worth doing and what not. I’m in a conflicting position with insecurities that I never had before but finally you had the urge to make me have them. It’s outrageous to think that I love you but at the same time I hate you. And I’m not particularly talking about that kind of hate that engulfs your very being and claims your soul, plaguing it with negative faith. No, I’m talking about that moment where one’s behaviour is so beautifully wrong, making you infatuated to it in a way that brings you to respectfully hate that person. But make no mistake, dear readers, hating that person doesn’t mean that I’m not burning with a raging fire within my heart and mind, roasting those little rational thoughts that have been remaining in my tiny skull, instead I am suffering in misery while stopping this hate towards this person, because it’s paradoxically sweet of him to have that demeanour with me.

I’m the one to blame. Because I never ceased to live without him in my routine. As in I dived into his lifestyles and matched my own rhythms to his, sacrificing my freedom and empowerment. Isn’t this such a cruel world?

Perfect cruel rational world. That seeks to confine us into narrow roles and expectations, and we defy those limitations. At least that’s what a normal person seeks to proceeding.

Instead, I am doing the opposite. Aren’t I ashamed of my own actions and ambitions? I seek to have a love life and I search for it in every single corner of the streets I walk through. But, I’m absolutely not embarrassed of my intentions, I am exhausted of all the limitations imposed upon me by an outdated script of delusional MEN of an old fashioned world. Now, I come from a quite antique century too, but I never seek to follow these outdated “laws”…

But he is the man of his times, the one that lives in danger and commands his inferiors, putting them to submission and protecting his dear ones.

I am one of his dear ones. His first priority. He has proven it to me. Several times. And I’m not talking about something that happened some years ago… No, I’m talking about two days ago;

We were seated in the back seats of our car, the driver could not particularly listen to our conversation, but we were having a small quarrel about something that had no means to whatsoever… But he was getting angry, not at me but he had been bothered by several affairs that day and he had no patience whatsoever to deal with tiny little stupid issues that I created in the moment just because I wanted a bit of his attention…

He raised his voice at me. He had never done it before.

And at that moment, I turned my head and looked out of the window. He stopped his sentence. And stopped talking.

When we arrived home, I waited for him to open my door and I got out the car. With my head raised, I was headed to the door. He followed behind me. Stayed behind me. Never dared to say something to me.

Once inside our room, I closed the door and only said one word “Out”.

The next morning I woke up, did my usual routine and headed to my kitchen to have breakfast. I saw that he had already prepared breakfast for me. And then, he had went to meet his men.

After that I had gone out for a stroll in my garden.

I had thought I had been all alone. But there was a presence behind me. That person put their hand to my mouth and blocked my arms, locking them behind my back. I didn’t fight.

My husband came. Out of nowhere. He was there. And he shot that other man in the middle of his forehead.

Unbothered, I turned around and got back to clean my hands in the bathroom. He comes behind me too. He cleans his hands after me and he dries them.

I feel his hard and big arms gripping my waist and hugging me to himself. And I melted in his sculpted body. I turned my head to his head and softly pecked him to his lips…

You see? How could I ever hate him? He is my sweet, perfect, dangerous Salvatore.

My only boss and my husband.

im jealous

Why do you, as a man, have such nice hair and lashes

In the low light, I'd do anything for you

i’m actually fucking sobbing i know this meant the world to them which makes it even worse