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A.T.L. Part1!! 🔥On our Champagne Sh🕴🏽t!! Thank you so much Quavo for lighting up the stage with me. 🥂🚀🏌🏾🛸
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777.
ln x fem!reader
in which lando has a wild week in vegas
on a bit of a roll whoops! had to write something slutty for vegas week/lando’s birthday so here it is! enjoy my loves and please please pleeeeease tell me what you think! 🎲💘 have literally been thinking about this since vegas was announced and i couldn’t stop listening to silk sonic lol
posting this with the @lavenderlando seal of approval 🫡🤍
inspired loosely by 777 by silk sonic
warnings: 18+ minors dni i am so serious!! listen it’s smut. it’s a lot lot lot of smut. alcohol, swearing, fuckboy!lando, one night stand vibes, choking, unprotected sex, general sex acts, some kinky shit, fluff, minor angst bc lando is a moody little shit
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lando had gotten used to the taste of champagne.
the golden bubbles had grown on him over the course of the season, they tasted like success. so, he didn’t protest when several magnums showed up at the round table, some ridiculous happy birthday remix being blasted over the casino speakers.
it was the night of his 24th birthday, and the drinks hadn’t stopped flowing. he was surrounded by his friends, max and ash joining him, as well as the drivers that had arrived in vegas. the crisp white sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows by now, midnight fast approaching, the material half unbuttoned.
they’d started the night in a bar, drowning in a river of alcohol, and now they were in a casino, one of many on the strip. it was all a bit predictable, kitschy decor everywhere he looked since he’d arrived in las vegas, but that’s what made it iconic. the tackiness seemed to mesh well with the old money vibe, and lando knew this would be a birthday to remember.
everything was mahogany, gold or red. nothing didn’t twinkle in the lights. his suit jacket was slung over his shoulder, curls messy already from the light breeze of november in the desert. his cheeks were champagne rosy, the alcohol going straight to his head and he felt so fucking good.
everyone toasted to the birthday boy, slot machines rattling in the background. lando didn’t usually enjoy this sort of environment, but he was too drunk to care, deciding to embrace the insanity of his life and live on the edge for one night.
he found himself hunched over a gaming table, fingers drumming against the green felt. his eyes scanned the embroidery, taking in the game that was being played. blackjack, he assumed. this really wasn’t his type of place.
by then, as if by some sort of divine intervention, it was.
a flash of red. a swish of hair. manicured nails on a martini glass.
suddenly blackjack seemed like the best fucking game in the world.
lando couldn’t look away from you.
you were stood right opposite him, drink in hand, red satin draping over every curve of your frame. the dress seemed to cover everything, and nothing at all, perfect for the environment you were in. it was daring, enticing, and lando sure liked being enticed.
from the very second he laid eyes on you, he was picturing what you’d look like against a clean, white bedspread, how his name would sound rolling off your tongue in the form of a desperate whimper. it was a crude thought, but he’d become a crude man.
things had changed a lot since his last breakup. he was messy, leaving a trail of clothes and kisses across every country he stepped foot in. he didn’t get off on the number of people he’d slept with, he got off on the rush of someone new, and he knew before he’d even touched down in vegas, a week earlier than he needed to, that this would probably be the messiest week of his life.
but then he saw you, and it felt weird. he didn’t just want to learn your name and bend you over the nearest surface, gone from your bed before the sun was even in the sky. he was addicted at first sight; he had to take you home, at the very least.
his fixation on you was broken by the dealers voice; it seemed like you were up to play next and you needed at least another player. lando’s eyes flitted back to you, wondering if he even knew how to play blackjack before he offered himself up to you on a glaring shiny platter. you took the decision away from him, because this time, you were staring right back at him.
internally, he was choking on air. externally, he was mentally undressing you with a filthy smirk on his face.
“wanna play, birthday boy?” you smiled coyly, an eyebrow quirked seductively. he could have fallen right to his knees at just the sound of your voice. sweet and spicy.
lando realised that you’d seen the embarrassing display the boys had put on for him. maybe you even knew who he was. he definitely wanted to know who you were, and that’s why he decided to give in to your electric stare.
“you’re on.”
he lost.
every. single. game.
numbers were never lando’s thing.
it was hard to care, though, when he had you sprawled out on the desk of his hotel room, his lips all over your neck.
the walk from the casino up to his room had been short, a bottle of champagne in his left hand and the curve of your ass in his right. there’d been very little small talk, very little convincing needed to seduce you, not with the way you’d been eye-fucking from opposite sides of the table, cards laid bare before you both.
he’d kissed you in the elevator, sloppy and desperate, pressed you against the door to his suite, and quickly pinned you to the other side of it once you were finally inside. you tasted like fruit liquor and cigarettes, your dress slowly bunching at your hips as his hands roamed the silky material. lando was restless, craving everything you had to offer, so he picked you up effortlessly, spreading his palms across the back of your thighs.
it had been a short walk to the desk from the door, and he placed you down carefully. lando slid the dress up your thighs, his finger grazing your calf as he did. you were arching into him, pushing his jacket off his frame and frantically tugging at the buttons of his dress shirt until it was hanging undone off his shoulders.
the look in your eyes sent his blood rushing, frenzied and desperate for him as much as he was for you. taking your jaw in his hand, he tilted your chin towards him until you were looking up at him through your lashes. lando tucked your hair behind your ear, continuing to graze down your neck until he reached the flimsy strap of your dress.
“are you gonna let me have you?” his grip on your jaw tightened and he studied your face.
he gulped when your lips twisted into a smile, conniving, dangerous, red lipstick smudged deliciously. you hadn’t caved into his touch, fallen into submission, and suddenly lando was swimming way out of his depth.
it seemed he’d finally met his match.
you pushed him away, giggling as he stumbled backwards towards the bed, and stood from your place on the desk. slowly, you made your way towards him, until you’d backed him up all the way to the foot of the bed, at which point he collapsed. he scrambled up onto his elbows, smirking up at you.
your eyes raked over his frame, swollen lip caught between your teeth. he looked disheveled in the best way, shirt framing lean sun kissed skin.
slowly, you unzipped your dress, letting it fall off your frame. the material pooled at your feet and you stepped out of it carefully, kicking it away. lando had moved up the bed so that he was sitting against the headboard, watching you hungrily. you were left bare, aside from a lacy thong and red stilettos. lando could have cried tears of joy.
happy fucking birthday.
lando’s eyes lit up like 777 had spun onto a slot machine. he may have lost at blackjack but he’d definitely hit the jackpot.
you crawled onto the bed towards him, not stopping until you were sat on his lap. his hands scaled your thighs, stroking up and down the soft skin. you rolled your hips, experimenting, toying with him, and he groaned, low and loud.
“does this answer your your question?” you whispered, leaning into him so that you could loop your arms around his neck.
lando kissed you, slow and sloppy, sitting up even further just to feel you closer. he could feel your nipples brushing against his bare chest, low whines breaking through the kiss your shared every time you felt too sensitive. your bodies were rolling together in unison, friction building nicely between your legs.
he was growing impatient, itching to get rid of the remaining barriers between you. lando held you still, tight, flipping you both over so that he was hovering over you. his lips worked your neck, hickeys littered down your neck and over your collarbone, while his hands moved down your body. he toyed with the band of your thong, snapping the material against your waist.
lando left you there, keening for his touch, while he peeled his shirt off. his trousers went next, along with his boxers, and then he was right back where he’d left off. your panties disappeared in a flash, his kisses punctuated by a splotchy purple mark sucked below your left breast.
and then he was buried between your legs, licking stripes into you like he was starving. he moaned into your pussy when he felt the first pull on his hair, spurring him on. he applied more pressure, taking it slow, revelling in the way you tugged harder and harder with every swipe. lando slid two fingers through your folds, coating them in your slick.
when he slid the digits inside of you, his mouth latched onto your clit, flicking against it relentlessly. he found the perfect rhythm, balance, everything he was doing made you see stars behind your eyelids. you were thrashing, helpless, and he was getting off on it.
you jaw went slack when you raised yourself onto your elbows just to find him grinding against the mattress, groaning into your cunt at the sensation, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. you couldn’t even hold yourself up then, dropping into the mattress as you fell apart beneath him.
lando resurfaced a few moments later, a glint in his eyes, his mouth glistening in the dim light. your vision was hazy, body shattered, but you ached for more of him. the feeling only intensified, your legs tightening around his waist, when he raised his coated fingers to his lips, lapping up every last drop of you. his tongue swirled around his digits lewdly, and you shuddered.
lando didn’t mind at all when you pushed him onto his back, clambering on top of him. you looked wild, animalistic even, as you guided the tip of his cock through your folds, and he folded his arms behind his head to enjoy the view. once you’d slicked him up, not that he really needed it, you sunk down on him.
fingerprints stained your hips; his grip on you increased tenfold as you adjusted around him, your walls throbbing around his swollen cock. lando sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth, holding you down on him. your movements were stuttering, trying to hold yourself together and ignore the way he fit inside you so damn perfectly. you tested the waters, rolling your hips a few times, and his eyes rolled back in his skull.
you felt heavenly, like velvet and butterflies.
he lost all sense of control, every fibre keeping him from wrecking you. his grip didn’t loosen when he fucked up into you, bending his knees for any extra leverage he could get. your nails scraped down his chest, his abs, dripping at the way he tensed under your touch. you tried your best to keep up with him, to meet his thrusts, holding your own for longer than you thought you would.
and then you were folding, melting into his chest, one of his hands pulling both of your behind your back, holding you down as he fucked you into your orgasm. your whines were panted right into his ear, sending him hurtling towards his own high.
lando couldn’t help himself, spilling into you, your body pressed helplessly into his. you were exhausted, wrecked, grinning lazily against the thrumming of his heartbeat.
with your hands held behind your back, you couldn’t stop him from planting you on your back, snaking down your body, burying his tongue deep inside you. the room was filled with the sound of sex, his tongue dragging over you like you were the last meal on earth and he was ravenous. he cleaned up the mess he’d made quickly, sounds that would make the population of sin city blush bouncing off the walls.
your vision was white, maybe your were screaming, it was hard to know what was going on when he had you about ready to ascend. when you fell over the edge, you were boneless, at one with the bed. you watched as he licked his lips, flopping onto the bed beside you.
he stroked your hair and you hummed, content and satiated.
lando didn’t dare look away from you while you came down.
apparently, it was rare to wake up after a wild night in vegas and remember the events of the night before.
lando remembered everything.
the exact shade of your eyes, the feel of red satin and black lace, the way you tasted.
your lips on his skin, hips in his hands, the way you moulded pliantly to his touch.
the way you gave as good as you got.
he was smiling before he’d even opened his eyes, reaching blinding across the bed, ready to propose round… four? five? lando had lost count.
warm hands met cold sheets and suddenly he was wide awake.
lando sat up dead straight, searching for a sign of life in the room. there was none. no shoes on the floor, no dress to match, no thong hanging from the door handle. a pit formed in his stomach.
is this how he made people feel?
waking up alone after the best sex of his life and no trace of the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on was quite miserable.
he thudded back into the mattress, hands shielding his eyes from the burn of daylight. he felt like shit, that was undeniable. when he’d fallen asleep, naked and with you nestled into his side, he couldn’t wait to wake up, perhaps arrogantly thinking that you’d be waking up with him. what was that saying, again?
hope breeds eternal misery.
his brain was wracked with the image of you and him, champagne flowing right before he’d taken you again, bent over the desk. and then again in the shower, a harmless attempt to clean yourselves up ending up with you on your knees before your cheek was pressed against the shower screen.
lando tried to fathom why you’d leave after the night you’d shared. there was something about it, something more intimate in the desperation you’d shared, that left him senseless as to why you were gone before the sun was in the sky.
just like he usually was.
it dawned on him, quite quickly, that the habits he’d made of quick fucks and fast getaways was not good form. it was reckless and casually cruel, and he felt guilt for the first time since his string of one night stands had begun. perspective was a crazy thing.
when he sluggishly made his way out of bed, he felt even worse.
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“where’d you get to last night? we lost you after that terrible game of blackjack.” max teased, sipping his coffee.
lando found himself at the breakfast table, head rested on his hand and hoodie pulled tight. he wasn’t in the mood to talk, but max was like a dog with a bone; there was no avoiding this conversation.
“met a girl.” lando mumbled, aimlessly stirring the tea he knew he wasn’t going to drink.
“ah, understood.” max said, grinning knowingly. but then, as if lando’s bad mood finally clicked, he continued. “wait, why are you in a mood then?”
“tired.” lando replied, monotonously. he wasn’t quite sure how to unpack this one.
“bullshit.”
“woke up alone.”
“oh.”
“she was- i don’t know. just thought it would be different, that’s all.” lando couldn’t disguise the deflated tone of his voice.
“don’t tell me you caught feelings from a shag.” max rolled his eyes, chomping away at his toast. lando could barely stomach the sight of food.
“shut up, i’m not saying i fell in love. just liked something about her.”
“well, anything can happen in vegas. you never know, mate. she might find her way back to you.”
lando was getting ready for the netflix cup before he knew it. he’d managed to shake off max, escaping to the darkness of his room, the curtains drawn and the lights off.
he pretended it was the hangover that had him laying face down on his bed.
the last thing he wanted was to go and play corporate circus on the golfing green, but he figured some fresh air wouldn’t hurt. and so, he was in the backseat of a car well on his way to the tournament.
carlos couldn’t distract him, neither could alex or pierre. rickie fowler was much less interesting that he hoped, or maybe he wasn’t and lando just wasn’t interested enough. not even zak’s mclaren printed trousers could cheer him up.
lando was leaning into his golf club, starting mindlessly into the crowd, waiting for this garish event to begin when he caught a glimpse of someone he recognised. in a sea of influencers and obnoxious businessmen, there you were.
there you fucking were, in your knee high boots and a mini skirt, sunglasses perched on your nose, skintight top under an oversized blazer and hair shining under the warm sunlight. he lost his balance, the golf club slipping from underneath him, and the only thing that kept him upright was the burning urge to keep his eyes on you.
just who were you?
lando didn’t need to clarify whether or not you were looking at him, too. no, you made it abundantly clear by the way you winked at him, before pushing your sunglasses back up the bridge of your nose.
you fucking winked.
he took a step in your direction, shaky legs ready to carry him all the way over to you. he only had your first name and he craved your second, your phone number, anything really. he’d just take the small talk, to be completely honest.
but then the klaxon screeched, knocking him out of his trance and he whipped round to discover that they were ready to tee off. lando cursed under his breath, rapidly turning to search for your face but you were nowhere to be seen.
had he imagined you? had he imagined all of it?
every golf ball hit was hit with frustrated vengeance.
the week disappeared in a bittersweet blur.
lando had achieved multiple hangovers and about zero dollars in winnings, but he’d successfully managed to take his mind off of you.
okay, so that was a bare faced lie, but if lando didn’t lie to himself, he wouldn’t be able to lie to anyone else.
he wouldn’t be able to lie to max that he was no longer moping. he wouldn’t be able to lie to the media when they asked him if he was oh so excited about the race. he wouldn’t be able to lie to his team when they asked him if he was still suffering the consequences of his week long hangover.
lando had been rushing around all day, after a solid p4 in qualifying the night before. the entire day had been horrendous, sequins and bright lights being shone in his eyes. all he wanted to do was hide, get in the car and then go to bed.
fate had other plans.
lando was rushing to the front of the grid for the national anthem, certain that whatever display that was about to occur would make him nauseous. he was derailed on his journey, caught by rachel brookes in the pitlane, and then accosted by martin brundle once he’d made his was onto the grid.
“good qualifying yesterday and good luck today!” martin called to lando, turning to wrestle another insufferable celebrity.
as lando was making his getaway, ready to jog through the masses of people to his place at the front, he went barrelling into another body, putting his hands out to steady himself and the poor person that had become his collateral damage. as he regained his balance, he must have looked like a cartoon character, eyes bulging out of his head.
“are you stalking me?” was all he could choke out when his eyes met yours.
what the actual fuck were you doing here?
lando had given up on the possibility of ever seeing you again, and yet, here you were, stood under the bright floodlights on the grid, his office. this was the last place he’d expected you to show up, paddock pass swinging from your neck. again, what the actual fuck were you doing here?
“might as well be, at this point.” you teased. “hopefully you’ll do better today than you did at golf on tuesday.” you smiled coyly up at him, tucking your hair behind your ear.
lando was on quite the time crunch, glancing at the time on the clock at the front of the grid. he had a minute to spare, if he was lucky, but he had to talk to you, before you inevitably disappeared again.
“thought i’d get at least your phone number before you left.”
“from what i hear, you don’t usually stick around long enough for those.” you smirked.
well, his reputation certainly proceeded him. he couldn’t really argue with that.
“maybe i’m trying to change that.” lando attempted to flirt but really, he sounded desperate. you didn’t seem to mind.
“i’ll make you a deal,” you proposed, leaning in just a little bit closer. lando’s breath hitched in his throat. “get on that podium, and i’ll be waiting in your hotel lobby.”
“and if i don’t?” lando’s mouth was dry.
“maybe i’ll see you next year.”
lando watched you walk away, your hips swaying tantalisingly, wondering if the hefty fine he would be bollocked with would be worth it if he didn’t move his ass for the national anthem.
this would be the drive of his fucking life.
lando couldn’t recall a time he’d left a track faster in his life.
media duties were rushed, so was the shower he had before he fled. it was lucky he was already on the strip, so the walk to his hotel was blissfully short.
he entered the lobby with a shit eating grin and a comically large bottle of champagne in hand.
a string of second places had gotten rather frustrating, but this one felt particularly good. a podium was a podium, fair and square, and assuming you’d kept to your end of the bargain, he was in for the best celebration of his life.
sitting pretty at the bar that stretched through the lobby, you were waiting for him, heels swinging from the stool you rested on. denim clung to your hips, a dark corset style top moulding to your curves. he wondered if love at first sight was real; lust at first sight certainly was.
lando’s eyes beckoned to towards him, and you slipped inconspicuously into the elevator together, not wanting to draw too much attention to your rendezvous. it was a futile attempt, frankly, because he had you backed into the mirror before the doors had even fully shut.
kisses on your neck had your eyes fluttering closed, one of his knees slotting comfortably between your thighs. one of his hands was clasped tight around the neck of the neck of the bottle, giving lando the fantastic idea to find your neck with his free one. he held you firmly, forcing you to look at him.
“i’m gonna make you wish you never left.”
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hours on the mattress pulling countless orgasms from one another left you both weak, exhausted, a little bit clingy.
lando felt electric. no other person had ever left him so feral, so euphoric.
he’d had you first against the door, pulling your jeans off and pinning you against it, your thighs in his firm grasp as he fucked you into the wooden panel. then, he’d taken you to bed, your knuckles turning white from your brutal grip on the headboard when he’d planted you down on his mouth. two orgasms later, you were face down in the sheets, ass in the air for him while he slammed into you like his life depended on it, pulling you into his chest by your hair when you reached your climaxes.
all that hard work called for a bath, where you both found yourselves now. it had started off quite innocently, sat at opposite ends of the extravagantly large bathtub amongst the bubbles. but then you’d given him those eyes, and then your back was pressed against his chest, your body draped over his. his head was nestled into the crook of your neck, one arm slung over your waist. his other hand brought the bottle of champagne to his lips, the liquid going down smoothly. lando pressed the bottle to your pursed lips too, trading backwards and forwards while your bodies relaxed into the hot water.
lando’s hand on your waist was getting restless, fingers drumming over your abdomen, up, up, up, until he found your breast. he circled your nipple with his finger, not quite touching the bud yet, but he could feel it hardening from his scarce touch. your hips rolled backwards into his, feeling him hardening once again against your lower back. lando cupped your breast, massaging it in his hands before he switched, flitting between your tits.
you slumped somehow even further into him, not a millimetre of space between your bodies. he was winding you up beautifully, heat burning between your legs once more. you didn’t know how you did it, how you could be so ready for each other after the eventful evening you’d already shared.
lando was flicking your nipples between his finger, switching back and fourth until you were moaning quietly. you took charge, the sensitivity building too quickly, and so you rolled over in his arms, clambering into his lap.
the bath water splashed around you, moving in small waves across the tub as you situated yourself on top of him, grinding down on him until he was buried deep within your walls. he found that spot, rolling your hips against his, and then you were rocking up and down on him, nice and slow. he touched parts of you that never had been before, the pace and the angle intensifying every little sensation. your head was thrown back, hands clawing at his shoulders for something to hold onto, just for the feel of him.
lando reached over the edge of the bathtub, blindly searching for the bottle he’d discarded while you’d been switching positions. he felt the green glass grazing his fingertips and brought it back to his lips, eyes trailing over your body in sheer awe.
he couldn’t help himself, taking a sip before tilting it towards you, pouring the golden bubbles over your clavicle, jaw tightening - just like your cunt did at the sensation - as he watched the sticky alcohol drip down over the curve of your bouncing breasts.
you quivered when you felt his tongue lap over your nipple, then the other, dragging over your sodden flesh until he reached the junction between your neck and your shoulder. he bit down, hard, eyes rolling back at the taste in his mouth and the way you clamped down around him, whimpering out between breathless pants.
lando felt you let go, stuttering on his cock and sinking down on top of him, the water - now lukewarm - soothing your tired limbs. he held you close, basking in the intimacy of the moment, his hearing honing in on the dull hum of ecstasy you expelled.
the bath grew colder and colder as you sat there, comfortable silence filling the air along with the quiet rush of water that came with any movements made. when the time came, lando held you up as you got off of him and stepped onto the plush rug, quickly following suit. you were eyeing the shower when he turned to hand you a towel.
“i think i need a shower, as much as i enjoyed the bath.” you spoke, opening the screen and stepping in to adjust the knobs.
lando weighed up his options, agonising over joining you or doing his back in. he couldn’t exactly tell his trainer that his back gave out from too much sex.
“am i invited?” lando asked, stepping in behind you, hands on your waist.
“seems like you’ve already invited yourself.” you teased, looking at him over your shoulder.
“no funny business, you.” lando rested his head on your shoulder.
“from me? you’re just as bad.” you quipped, letting the hot warm stream all over your flushed bodies.
lando stayed as he was for a second, but then you turned your head again, looking at him from the corner of your eye and he needed to kiss you. he couldn’t help but, and so he twisted you round to face him and leaned in. you were more than receptive, fingers raking through his wet curls.
the hot water rained down on you while you stood there, holding each other close. lando couldn’t put his finger on it, why he didn’t want to let you go. he couldn’t even begin to process the idea of having anyone else in his arms like this. it was absurd, really, but he was too caught up in the moment to care.
when you were both clean and dry, you laid down in bed, gazing mindlessly at one another. his eyes followed the lines of your face, the curve of your lips. he learned a lot about you, a formula 1 fan with who ran her own business and took herself on holiday to vegas. the conversation flowed like the champagne had and you were laughing at all his stupid jokes. in turn he grinned like a fool at your quick wit, the sound of your laughter.
“so what are you doing next? back to work?” lando asked, an idea forming in his mind like a tornado.
“nope,” you popped the p. “giving myself some well deserved time off.”
“have you ever been to abu dhabi?” lando asked, lips quirking mischievously.
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My top 25 songs of 2023 (in alphabetical order).
As per always, rerecorded/remixed songs do not count for this list, it's new songs only.
Blindsided – Kelsea Ballerini
Call Your Mom – Noah Kahan
Champagne Shit – Janelle Monae
Cobra – Megan Thee Stallion
Dial Drunk – Noah Kahan
Don't Say Love – Leigh-Anne Pinnock
End Of Youth – Ed Sheeran
History Of Man – Maisie Peters
Liar – Paramore
Mountain With A View – Kelsea Ballerini
Opposite – Sabrina Carpenter
Page – Ed Sheeran
Penthouse – Kelsea Ballerini
Pretty Girls – Renee Rapp
Running Out Of Time – Paramore
Ryder – Madison Beer
Snow Angel – Renee Rapp
Son Of Nyx – Hozier
The Alcott – The National (featuring Taylor Swift)
The Grudge – Olivia Rodrigo
The Tree – Maren Morris
There It Goes – Maisie Peters
True North – Bananaland Cast
Vampire – Olivia Rodrigo
When Emma Falls In Love – Taylor Swift
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rafe cameron playlist
songs that reminds me of rafe cameron
drugs & money - chase atlantic
"only thing that i need, drugs and fucking money"
into it - chase atlantic
"this mental pressure got me popping pills and shit"
why - bazzi
"you know you shouldn't love me"
happier than ever - billie eilish
"cause i'd never treat me this shitty. you made me hate this city"
under pressure - RILEY, chase atlantic
"fuck depression, i'm just under pressure"
slow down - chase atlantic
"she said fuck me like i'm famous i said okay"
daydreamin' - ariana grande
"so im daydreamin' with my chin in the palm of my hands about you, you, and only you"
drunk and nasty - pi'erre bourne, sharc
"wanna get drunk and nasty?"
in for it - tony lanez, RL grime
"just hit a 5th of the bottle and i'm in for it"
you right - doja cat, the weeknd
"i can't help it, i want you"
p power - gunna, drake
"she sniffin' the flour, we geekin' for hours"
insane in the brain - cypress hill
"a (person) like me is goin insane"
why'd you only call me when you high - arctic monkeys
"now it's 3 in the morning, and i'm tryin to change your mind"
so anxious - ginuwine
"girl could you quit this stallin'. you know im a sexaholic, said im so anxious"
need to know - doja cat
"i heard from a friend of a friend, that dick was a ten out of ten"
pony - ginuwine
"the things i would do to you"
right here - chase atlantic
"i don't give a fuck about your friends, im right here"
heaven - julia michaels
"all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you"
daddy issues (remix) - the neighbourhood, syd
"daddy stuck around, but he wasn't present"
all i need - lloyd
"your love is all i need. i might turn you on with all the things i do"
pyramids - frank ocean
"you said it's big but you take it. ride cowgirl"
collide - justine skye, tyga
"so baby do it right, do me right"
break from toronto - PARTYNEXTDOOR
"that smile on your face makes it easy to trust you"
swimming pools - lloyd
"im way past gone, from partying n bullshit"
champagne & sunshine - PLVTINUM, tarro
"rough sex on the bedroom floor. hop in the shower she begging for more"
or nah - ty dolla $ign, the weeknd, wiz khalifa, mustard
"can you really take dick or nah?"
party monster - the weeknd
"say you're mine, i'm yours for the night"
softcore - the neighbourhood
"but you drain me out if i get too much"
feel something - jaymes young
"touch me someone. i'm too young to feel so numb, numb, numb, numb. you could be the one to make me feel something, something"
all mine - PLAZA
"and i hit it, like it's all mine"
swim - chase atlantic
"location drop now, pedal to the floor like you're running from the cops now"
#drew starkey#rafe cameron#rafe obx#outer banks#obx3#playlist#music#chase atlantic#rafe outer banks#obx netflix#obx2#outerbanks rafe#netflix#spotify
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WQBY
Top 140 for the week ending November 26, 2023
Other Boys -Marshmello, Dove Cameron -1/10weeks ''peak 1x2 the weeks of 11/19, 11/26''
I'll Be There -Robin Schulz, Rita Ora, Tiago PZK -3/6weeks
See You Again -Vicetone, Anna Clendenning -2/9weeks ''1x2 the weeks of 11/5, 11/12''
Spend the Night -BJ the Chicago Kid, Coco Jones -7/10weeks
Strangers -Kenya Grace --4/6weeks ''peak3''
Diamond Therapy --Diplo, Walker & Royce, Channel Tres -6/8weeks
One Last Dance -Imanbek, Ali Gatie -8/9weeks
Go Off -- Mike Candys -5/9weeks ''peak5''
^Good Morning --Timmy Trumpet, Alie Farber, YOU -12/7 weeks ''peak4'' ^
Summertime Friends --The Chainsmokers -10/10weeks '' peak1x2 the weeks of 10/22, 10,29''
More Baby --Chris Lake, Aluna -13/10weeks ''peak5''
Hangin' On - A R I Z O N A -11/13weeks ''peak1x4 the weeks of 9/24, 10/1, 10/8, 10/15''
Wanna Dance --Alie Farber, James Carter, VARGEN -9/8weeks ''peak9''
Nevada -Vicetone, Cozi Zuehisdorff -14/6weeks
AEIOU --PNAU, Empire of the Sun -28/6weeks
At Your Worst--Calum Scott -18/12weeks ''peak5''
Living In A Haze--Milky Chance -22/21weeks ''peak2x2''
Sorry Now --A R I Z O N A --15/7weeks ''peak5''
Jungle --Alok, The Chainsmokers, Mae Stephens -25/10weeks
One With the Wolves --Robin Schulz -23/13weeks ''peak7''
Stress You --Lucas Estrada, SUPER Hi -21/9weeks
Dark Skies --A R I Z O N A -31/7weeks
Dreaming --Marshmello, Pink, Sting -26/4weeks
Drums --James Hype, Kim Petras -24/7weeks
***Waiting --LP Giobbi, Redfield, DJ Rae - (new)
Dreamteam --Galantis, Neon Trees -64/3weeks
Get Dirty --Return of the Jaded, Tommie Sunshine -27/3weeks
Tension --Kylie Minogue -99/3weeks
Boyfriend --USHER -17/13weeks ''peak10''
Light On --Markus Schulz, Sarah de Warren -34/18weeks ''peak10x2''
Tied to You --Elderbrook -19/9weeks ''peak2''
Your Hired --NEIKED, Ayra Starr -140/7weeks
Strangely Sentimental --Anabel Englund -16/24weeks ''peak1x1 the week of 9.3.23''
Jealous --Pascal Letoublon, IZKO, Jordan Rys -113/2weeks
From this Day On --Andrew Rayel, JES -30/22weeks ''peak1x2 the weeks of 9/10, 9/17''
Following The Sun --SUPER Hi, NEEKA -32/17weeks ''peak4''
Elevator Eyes --Tove Lo -33/13weeks ''peak9''
Body Count --Jason Derulo -35/13weeks ''peak12''
De Selby Part 2 --Hozier -36/17weeks ''peak5''
Moon --Locklead -41/12weeks ''peak26''
Lost & Found --Gorgon City, DRAMA -39/18weeks ''peak8''
Stranger On A Train --SUPER Hi -42/13weeks ''peak25''
The Beautiful Letdown -Switchfoot, Jonas Brothers -43/12weeks ''peak17''
It's In My Head --Provoker -44/8weeks ''peak19''
Smiley Water --Mike. -46/10weeks ''peak24
***You --Svidden, Seeb -(new)
We Could Be Love --Hayden James -47/11weeks ''peak38''
Dressed For A Funeral ---Groupthink, Sunday Scaries -38/25weeks ''peak 16''
eMtunzini --Muzi -37/15weeks ''peak12''
Jacare --Sofi Tukker -49/28weeks ''peak2''
Why You? --Adam Melchor -40/11weeks ''peak20''
Heat Rising--Pete Tong, Jem Cooke, Jules Buckley -117
Hip Trumpets ---Yolando Be Cool, KVISION -53/11weeks ''peak20''
Die For A Night --A R I Z O N A -55/27weeks ''peak1x3 the weeks of 8/13, 8/20, 8/27''
In My Zone --S.O. GIDI -122/11weeks
We Should Get Married --Dan & Shay -56
It's Euphoric --Georgia -45/29weeks ''peak19''
Vogue --NOIZE -58/8weeks ''peak35''
What We Know --Lucas & Steve, Conor Byrne -65/7weeks
All Night --Charlie Houston -60/9weeks
Padam Padam --Kylie Minogue -50/21weeks ''peak2''
Champagne Shit --Janelle Monae, Latto, Quavo -63/5weeks
Bite Marks --Ari Abdul -62/4weeks
Makeba --JAIN (Ian Asher remix) -48 /10weeks ''peak42''
Down Like That --Bryson Tiller -61/11weeks
What Do You Do? --Jess Glynne -124
Waiting 4 U --Laidback Luke, Ralphi, (Jake Silva Remix) -118/12weeks
Weird & Bizarre --Posh Chocolates -123/6weeks ''peak30''
Phone--MEDUZA, Em Beihold, Sam Tompkins (Lili Chan remix) -68/2weeks
Dress Code --Mau P -66/7weeks
Just Think --Video Age -72/3weeks
In The City --Charlie XCX, Sam Smith -70
Dare--Gorillaz -29 (throwback comeback)
Midnight Zone --Astrality, TAPE ANGEL -69
The Tower --Future Islands -97/2weeks
Run Free (Countdown) -- Tiesto, R3HAB -71
If Only I --Loud Luxury, Two Friends, Bebe Rexha -51/17weeks ''peak9''
Motive--Armin Van Buuren -52/19weeks ''peak8''
The Feeling--Lost Frequencies -54/7weeks
The Worst Person Alive --G Flip -57/15weeks ''peak38''
Subterranean --Miss Monique, AVIRA, LUNA -81/7weeks
Moonlight--Laidback Luke, GATTUSO f/Antrex -5915weeks ''peak15''
Joy (Up the Street) -Joy Anonymous -73/3weeks
Fight My Demons --Yung Bae, Barney Bones, Levan Kali -74/4weeks
Feel It (Club Edit) -Jazzy -75/7weeks
Ohh LALA --Idris Elba, Sasha Gigi -76/4weeks
Save My Love --Destiny Rogers -93/4weeks
To Love Someone --Benson Boone -20/2weeks
Blur ---KREAM, Marlo Rex -77/7weeks
Heartbeat Highway---Cannons -78/2weeks
Made Up My Mind ---Jonah Kagen, Lily Meola -79/2weeks
Killing Me ---Conan Gray-103/2weeks
Cheap Thrills --Walker & Royce, Barney Bones -100/2weeks
Fall Again ---Hayla -82/2weeks
Never Trust A Liar----Bae & Her Business -111/2weeks
Turn You Up ---Kaskade, Winn Winn -83/4weeks
Jaguar --Yaeger -98/2weeks
Stranger ---Thomas Day -106/2weeks
On My Way ---SIDEPIECE f/ Faouzia -88/7weeks
Overdrive ---Ofenbach, Norma Jean Martine -94/2weeks
Directions --Biskuwi -61/2weeks
Rinse It -Devault -80/3weeks
Rescue Me -Andrew Rayel -84/3weeks
Forever Gold -Siskin -85/7weeks
Can't Take It Slow -Citizen -86/4weeks
Shades -Andrew Rayel -87/2weeks
The Greatest Thing Alive --Mark Knight, Green Velvet, James Hurr -89/4weeks
Desire -Nicky Romero, TELYKAST, Linney -90/7weeks
It's Gone -Kaskade, Crayskool -91/4weeks
Alone -Andrew Rayel, Amanda Collis -92/4weeks
Heart Still Beating --Nathan Dawe, Bebe Rexha -95/2weeks
Bigger Than the Song -Brittney Spencer -96/8weeks
Guarantee -Black Eyed Peas, J Rey Soul -101/8weeks (off next wk)
Alcohol -X Ambassadors, BRELAND -102/2weeks (off next weeks)
The Little Mushroom that Got Away -Sultan+Shepard, Lane8 -104/7weeks
Fever -Lewis Thompson, PUNCTUAL, HIGHT -105/7weeks
Collide -Nightlaspe, FABER -108/2weeks
Talk -Elly Duhe -109/2weeks
Houdini --Dua Lipa -110/2weeks
Memories -Sam Feldt, Sofiloud -112/4weeks
Closer -Fetish -114/2weeks
Stardust -Jazzy -115/3weeks
Strong Enough -Jonas Bros. & Bailey Zimmerman -116/2weeks
Simulation -Showtek -119/2weeks
Lighter -Steve Aoki, Paris Hilton -120/4weeks
Bitter -Freya Ridings -121/11weeks
Ecstasy -MEDUZA, GENESI -125/5weeks
My Own Advice --William Black, ILLENIUM, Aluna Springsteen -126/5weeks
Sad Forever -Lauren Spencer Smith -127/6weeks (off next weeks)
You're So High -Eli & Fur -128/7weeks
Preacher --Ownboss, Outflux, No/Me -129/4weeks
Better Off (Alone Part III) -Alan Walker, Dash Berlin, VIKKSTAR -130/5weeks
Me & My Guitar -Jax Jones, Fireboy DML -131/11weeks
Heard It Like This -ACRAZE, Joey Valence & Brae -132/4weeks
Sunday--Dermont Kennedy -133/4weeks
On My Love -Zara Larson, David Guetta -134/9weeks
One Of the Girls --Troye Sivan -135/4weeks
It Takes Two --Camila Cabello, Anna Kendrick, Justin Timberlake -136/4weeks
Location -Lost Frequencies, A7S -137/5weeks
Dancing at the Disco -J Worra, Cherry Tooth -138/6weeks
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🎧 9 Ship Songs (Taylor's Version) 🎧
I couldn't stop myself. Cringe culture is dead. I am alive.
Paris
Cheap wine make believe it’s Champagne
I was taken by the view
Like we were in Paris
Begin Again
I've been spending the last eight months
Thinking all love ever does
Is break and burn, and end
But on a Wednesday in a café
I watched it begin again
I Can See You
And we kept everything professional
But something's changed, it's somethin' I, I like
They keep watchful eyes on us
So it's best that we move fast and keep quiet
Dress
Flashback when you met me
Your buzzcut and my hair bleached
Even in my worst times
You could see the best of me
willow
Now this is an open-shut case
Guess I should've known from the look on your face
Every bait and switch was a work of art
You Are In Love
You keep his shirt
He keeps his word
And for once, you let go
Of your fears and your ghosts
One step, not much
But it said enough
cowboy like me
You're a bandit like me
Eyes full of stars
Hustling for the good life
Never thought I'd meet you here
Mastermind
So I told you
None of it was accidental
And the first night that you saw me
Nothing was gonna stop me
I laid the groundwork
And then saw a wide smirk
On your face, you knew the entire time
Daylight
My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in
Everyone looked worse in the light
There are so many lines that I've crossed unforgiven
I'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye
⭐BONUS ⭐ with a bit o' lore
I was listening to this song while playing, as V and Panam were on their way to the Solar Power Station (Lightning Breaks).
I thought: "Ha, okay actually they're totally listening to this. This is a great song to sing along to while blowing shit up."
Elizabeth Peralez called that next morning. She manifested him.
...Ready For It? (BloodPop Remix)
But if I'm a thief, then he can join the heist
And we'll move to an island, and
And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor
#cyberpunk 2077#cyberpunk#oc: vjf#river ward x v#river ward#swiftie#i regret nothing#otp: criminal kiss
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Champagne Sh*t [Remix] - Janelle Monáe ft. Latto & Quavo
Champagne Sh*t [Remix] - Janelle Monáe ft. Latto & Quavo - https://wavwax.com/champagne-shit-remix-janelle-monae-ft-latto-quavo/?feed_id=201146&_unique_id=652980a8507e8
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ATL! WE SOLD OUT TONIGHT!! 😝
WE CELEBRATING HEAVY!! 🥂CHAMPAGNE SH☝🏾T (atl remix) feat. Quavo Latto OUT NOW 🍾💩!
https://janellemonae.lnk.to/ChampagneShitRemix
#new music#janellemonae#janelle monáe#janellemonaetourdiary#champagne shit#champagne shit remix#latto#big latto#Quavo#quavohuncho#Atlanta
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Unleashing ‘Champagne Shit’ Remix: Janelle Monae Enlists Latto and Quavo
Unleashing ‘Champagne Shit’ Remix: Janelle Monae Enlists Latto and Quavo
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Unleashing ‘Champagne Shit’ Remix: Janelle Monae Enlists Latto and Quavo
Unleashing ‘Champagne Shit’ Remix: Janelle Monae Enlists Latto and Quavo
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Unleashing ‘Champagne Shit’ Remix: Janelle Monae Enlists Latto and Quavo
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WQBY
Top 100+ for the week ending January 21, 2024
Your Hired ---NEIKED, Ayra Starr -1
Heart Still Beating --Nathan Dawe, Bebe Rexha -15
Never Be Friends --Jost, Mingue -5
It's Love (If We Get It Right) ---Anthony Russo -6
One On One ---The Knocks, Sofi Tukker -3
Feels Like Us ---GT_OFICE, Alwz Snny, Robbie Rosen -10
Dark Skies --- A R I Z O N A -7
Diamond Therapy --Diplo, Walker & Royce, Channel Tres -13
She's On My Mind ---Romy -14
Both --Tiesto, 21 Savage, BIA -4
You---Svidden, Seeb -2
Good In Goodbye ---Frank Walker, Trivecta -12
Kill Anyone ---Two Feet, Ari Abdul -20
All Fckd Up ---Kapuzen -19
Other Boys ---Marshmello, Dove Cameron -8
U Miss Me --Vicetone -9
I'll Be There --Robin Schulz, Rita Ora, Tiago PZK -11
Lift Off --Dombresky -16
Graveyard --- A R I Z O N A (Shoffy remix) -22
Flex ---Tony Dark Eyes -28
New Years Light ---Elliot Moss -21
Anyone ---Morgan Page -24
Go Off ---Mike Candys -26
Easy ---3LAU, XIRA -23
Bad Blood --Theresa Rex -90
More Baby ---Chris Lake, Aluna -30
I Don't Wanna Worry ---NEEDTOBREATHE -37
Strangers --Kenya Grace -29
Spend The Night ---BJ the Chicago Kid, Coco Jones -17
Good Morning--Timmy Trumpet, Alle Farben, YOU -18
<>Jaguar ---Yeager -(re-enter) [ last on @#99 12.3.23]
Dizzy --Sick Individuals, LOUI LANE -51
Lullaby --Britti -53
Save My Love ---Destiny Rogers -36
See You Again ---Vicetone, Anna Clendenning -31
Sorry Now--A R I Z O N A -32
AEIOU --PNAU, Empire of the Sun -33
Stress You ---Lucas Estrada, SUPER Hi -25
Nevada --Vicetone, Cozi Zuehisdorff -38
Oh LALA --Idris Elba, Sasha GiGi -43
Stop The Time ---Zombic -62
Dreamteam --Galantis, Neon Trees -45
Pull You Closer ---Sistek, Sadie Rose Van-46
Still Got It Bad --Martin Jensen, MATTN -47
Summertime Friends ---TheChainsmokers -34
Dreaming ---Marshmello, Pink, Sting -49
Jungle ---Alok, The Chainsmokers, Mae Stephens -50
Saving Up ---Dom Dolla -55
Hungry Heart --Declan J. Donovan -56
The Tower --Future Islands -59
Drums ---James Hype, Kim Petras -58
The Greatest Thing Alive ---Mark Knight, Green Velvet, James Hurr -39
Lil Boo Thing --Paul Russell, Galantis -60
Run Free (Countdown) --Tiesto, R3HAB -64
Tension ---Kylie Minogue - 135
Body Moving ---Eliza Rose, Calvin Harris -92
Mirrors --Caravan Palace -97
<>Killing Me --Conan Gray -(re-entry) [last on @#98 12.16.23]
Years --Just_Us -66
Who I Am --Alan Walker, Putri Ariani Peder Elias -105
Living In A Haze --Milky Chance -57
You Can Have It --Kungs, Victor Flash -35
Hangin' On -- A R I Z O N A -67
Run --ATB, Nu Aspect, Orem -69
One Last Dance --Imanbek, Ali Gatie -48
Running In A Dream --Nils Hoffmann, Kasbo, Vancouver Sleep Clinic -40
Losing You --Gabry Pointe, bshp, Joe Cleere -41
Twisted --Laura Davidson -42
Yard Sale --Alex Warren -114
Wanna --Paul Dally -53
Daydream --Will Swinton -54
Jealous ---Pascal Letoublon, IZKO, Jordan Rys -72
Get Dirty ---Return Of The Jaded, Tommie Sunshine -68
Waiting --LP Giobbi, Redfield, DJ Rae -73
At Your Worst --Calum Scott -70
Tears On The Dance Floor --Icona Pop -65
Rebel ---TVXQ -71
Proud --Victoria Nadine -91
Fire --Alan Walker, YUQI, JVKE, (G)I-DLE -44
Bite Marks --Ari Abdul -76
Heat Rising --Pete Tong, Jem Cooke, Jules Buckley =78
Disco En Egypte --Bon Entendor -79
On My Way --Kaskade -80
Rusty ---Layto -93
Boyfriend ---USHER -77
Champagne Shit --Janelle Monae, Latto, Quavo -74
Wanna Dance --Alle Farben, James Carter, VARGEN -75
Phone --MEDUZA, Em Beihold, Sam Thompkins (Lili Chan remix) -81
DJ Play A Christman Song --CHER (Robin Schulz remix) -82
Superhero --AUDIEN -83
The Way ---Miller Blue -84
I Can't Be The Only One --SIRA, YouNotUs -89
Blur --KREAM, Marlo Rex -85
Maybe In The Summer --Foinix, Chris Ruo, Geoff Duncan -94
(Trust Me Now) I'm Fine --Rozes -109
Young & Foolish ---Loud Luxury, Charlieonafriday -87
What Are We Waiting For --- for King & Country -88
Stay The Night --Just Kiddin, Camden Cox -99
Lights On Nobody's Home --Graham Barham -96
Coulda Been Love ---Randal King -98
Head Down--Lost Frequencies, Bastille -100
All My Life --Tiesto, FAST BOY -103
Tied To You --Elderbrook -63
Holding Pattern --Nihil Young, Artiflex Mundi, Adam Nazer -101
I'm Just Ken --Ryan Gosling, Mark Ronson, Purple Disco Machine -61
30 Somehow --Nicotine Dolls -102
Holding Me Back --Nils Hoffmann, The Kite String Tangle -104
Hall Of Forever --Henrik -106
PI JANO --BOX CAR -107
Behind --Myles Smith 108
One With The Wolves --Robin Schulz -95
Walk It Like I Talk It ---Saucey Santana -110
Mean Girls --Caleigh -111
I'm Only Here For The Beat --Madelline -112
Funny Bunny --Elliot Lee -113
Front To Back --Deorro, Electric Polar Bears -115
Memory --Bonnie & Clyde -116
Thank You (Not So Bad) --Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike, Tiesto, Dido, W&W -117
Little Bit Yours --Galantis, Hannah Boleyn -118
Hungover --John Summit, Camden Cox -119
In My Room --Medium Build -120
Falling Behind --Sultan + Shepard, Panama -121
I Go Nothing --MEDUZA, Ferreck Dawn, Clementine Douglas -122
How Do I Say Goodbye --Adventure Club, Delaney Jane -27
***Rhythm Machine --Westend, Max Styler -- (new)
***Cutting Loose --Disco Lines, J Worra, Anabel Englund - (new)
***Mas Que Nada ---Oliver Heldens, Ian Asher, Sergio Mendez -(new)
***J Christ ---Lil Nas -(new)
Strangely Sentimental --Anabel Englund -86
***Untouchable --ITZY -(new)
***Waking Up --Felix Jaehn, Leony -(new)
Kiss Like This --FETISH -126
Let Go --Connor Price, Nic D -129
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Janelle Monáe feat. Latto & Quavo – “Champagne Shit” (Remix)
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