*slides Over A Hair Tie And Mcdonald’s Receipt*

Mistakes Can Cost You

Pairing: F1 x Reader, Slight Mick x Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Jules crash mentioned, angst, suggestion of death, grief, crash, hospital, ICU, incorrect race timeline, Suzuka, FIA, etc. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

Synopsis: Mistakes can cost you, but they also teach everyone how fast things can change, and sometimes let’s you see what’s there and not right with what you love.

“Okay, Y/n, Sainz has crashed; they're bringing out a safety car. Be careful.” Your radio team clicks off, and you shake your head.

“This is fucking ridiculous; red flag the damn race; it's so hard to see anything!” You tell your ream, furious that FIA cared more about getting that finish than the driver's safety.

“We know, but be careful.” Your team repeats, not wanting to add more fuel to the fire.

You scuff and head around the corner; you don't know what went wrong. You didn't even see the damn thing. Hitting the gas slightly, you see a flash before slamming on your brakes. “FUCK!” you yell before feeling yourself become crushed.

No one knew what happened all that they all got called back to the paddock immediately, the other drivers that passed by couldn't even see your crash. “What the hell happened?” Sebastian asks as the other drivers gather in a media room, with no media.

“Oh God.” Lance’s voice strangled and reaches everyone as they turned to the TV. Finally, noticing what the camera was covering.

“Is her car....oh god she's trapped under the crane.” Lewis whispers, covering his mouth, the others staring at the screen as it captures everyone and the medics scrambling not sure what to do.

“Is she okay?” Charles asks to some of the workers in the room. “DAMMIT! IS SHE OKAY?” Charles yells, making the workers jump and run out of room to find out any information.

“This can't be happening, not again not here, not during this weather, not again.” Charles pleads as Carlos and Pierre lead him to sit down as he starts to tremble. “She’ll be okay, she will be.” Pierre whispers to no one, more so just saying the words to comfort himself.

“They can't contact her, she's still trapped underneath, and they have no way of knowing if she's seriously injured; they're working slow not to cause any more damage and because of the rain.” Some worker reports to them after 20 minutes before leaving the room.

“Is she going to die?” Mick asks quietly to Seb, who is sitting next to the young German. Mick and you had become close due to your relative age, but also, you both enjoyed the same things, and Mick and ton just became close.

“I don't know, buddy,” Seb whispers back, pulling the young boy closer to him, wanting to give him some semblance of comfort. Mick just leans in close to Sebastian’s hold sending silent prays for you to come out okay.

“What the fuck was a crane doing out on the tracks anyway? Especially in this weather?” George yells at the TV feeling utterly useless in that moment, watching the replay of the crash.

“Guys.” Angela, Lewis's friend, announces as she enters the room. “What's wrong?” Lewis jumps up, the others crowding around her.

“She.... she's out of the car, but it's...bad.... awful...prepare yourselves.” She mumbles before walking out leaving the guys to stare after her.

“No.” Charles sobs sitting down, sobs racking his body, trying to curl in on himself as everyone cries and prays for the best.

It was the pain that woke you up, the pain of your entire body being on fire. But you knew realistically you weren't in any pain; you couldn't be. You'd woken up three days ago, and the pain medication you were on was enough to knock a damn Bull Elephant off its feet. Sadly you were in the ICU and weren't allowed any visitors; how badly you wanted to see the boys and hold them somehow. You didn't care that 5 of your ribs were broken, a shattered right hand, a head injury with a concussion, and a collapsed lung that they performed surgery on to repair.

Your favorite nurse walks in smiling and sits down next to you. “Hey sweetie, feeling a little better?” She asks, already knowing you probably weren't.

“Hurts,” you grumble, and she nods her head, pushing some hair out of your face.

“Some people are here to see you; I snuck them in.” She smiles, and you see bright red in the corner of your eye; without meaning to, your heart rate picks up quickly as you start to cry seeing Charles and Carlos.

“Princess,” Carlos whispers and sits down next to you while Charles stands at the door, his entire face stained from crying.

“You need to stop crying; you're causing yourself so much pain,” Carlos whispers, kissing your forehead.

You close your eyes and smile slightly; your fave is bruised all over, and any facial expressions make the pain worse. “Charlie.” You mumble, twitching a finger his way. Charles looks up at you, fresh tears falling on his side as he stumbles his way into a seat next to your bed.

“We thought we lost you.” He cries, careful not to put any weight on your body, his head buried into the bed.

“I'm okay; I need an extra couple of months to heal, and ill be back out on the track.” you joke, but the boys nod their heads, not wanting to argue.

“Well, looks like we weren't the first ones, Kid.” Sebastian's face fills the doorway with bright blue eyes and blonde hair behind him.

“Hye,” Mick whispers as they both fill the room, pulling up two more chairs.

The four of them stayed with you for most of the day before visiting hours were over. But you were happy to have the company, even if it was for a little while.

The FIA had issued a formal apology but tried to throw some of the blame on you for excessive speed under a safety car. That was very short-lived when the other drivers, teams, and fans became enraged at the thought of them blaming you.

It's been a couple of months, but you were finally on your feet again and able to travel, but you still couldn't drive yet, not due to injury, but you did need some time to heal completely, and the team allowed you just that. You decided it was time to show your face again to the public after some private time, and you chose to do that at COTA. It was appropriate as everything was more relaxed now since Max had won the championship.

Walking into the paddock, of course, people stared and pointed, but you were determined to visit your rock during the entire healing process. “Roscoe!” You tell happily, seeing Lewis’s dog.

Lewis let you take care of Roscoe while you healed, knowing that you'd been home alone and would want the company. Roscoe loved being with you and barked loudly, letting Lewis and the other drivers turn to see Roscoe run for you as you got on your knees to give the boy some love.

“Oh, yellow, my old friend.” You mumble into his fur, kissing his head and giving him the best pets.

“Love the dog more, alright.” Lewis jokes, making you look up. You stand and brush off your knees before kissing Lewis’s cheek as well. “He kept me company; I have to love on him first.” Shrugging your shoulders and giving everyone else a hello.

“I'd love to chat with everyone, but I have to do some interviews.” “Are you serious? All they're going to ask about is the crash.” Lance spits, knowing the main topic for weeks has been you, the crash, and the FIA statement.

“I know, but it's time to get it over with, and I want to support you all without the cloud over my head.” You shuffle your weight, a slight wince from the healing of your ribs, but no one points it out.

“She's right; we're all going to hate this, but it's time,” Seb says and kisses your forehead. He's always been a father figure to you young drivers, and at times overprotective, and if he could help join you and make the reporters behave and not push. But this was your healing process, and you needed to do it alone.

Heading to the media pit, you stop short with your assistant, who stands with you, not saying anything, as they knew you could handle this. “Okay, let's do this.” whispered no one in particular.

“Y/n, y/n! What’s it like surviving death, and not only that but in a crash that was just like Jules Bianchi?” One reporter asks, making you cringe.

“I want to make this very...very....very clear. What happened to Jules and me should've never happened in the first place. And I never want people to compare the two ever again. His family deserves respect when on the topic of his death, and by doing that, im never going to talk about what happened to him and me in the same sentence. Next question.”

“Y/n, will you still be able to race even after the reports of your injuries are released?” Some girl asks.

“Yes, I was allowed to race here at COTA, but...I deemed it too early and needed some more time, but if my team allows it, ill be more than happy to race in Mexico and hopefully win.” You laugh, making the others laugh.

“Is it true that FIA is deciding whether to give you a penalty for the crash?”

“I sure hope not. The race never should've happened, not in those conditions. And the FIA never told anyone the crane was on track. There's also proof that Nando passed the crane TWICE and never once knew it was there. If anything, the FIA should receive a penalty for what they did and for being very inconsistent and unsafe in their rulings.” Everyone stares at you, having never seen a driver call out the FIA so bluntly.

“Y/n, how are you and Mick?” you turn and face the reporter and can't help the blush that covers your face making everyone laugh and smile at you.

It was no secret that Mick was beside you through everything and was always posting little updates for your fans about you, but your friendship was turning into something more that you weren't sure just what yet.

“It's going well, we're close friends, and Sebastian has known us both since kids, but we grew up together, and having them both as a crutch as I healed helped a lot.” you directed the question but still answered it slightly.

“If that's all, I should get going and see everyone before the race.” you laugh and walk off quickly, going to the Haas paddock and seeing that familiar blonde hair.

“So, we're just good friends, hmm?” He asks, not even turning around from the screen.

You huff and shake your head before letting your hands travel up his back, making his tense form relax. “Yes, we are gold friends, just friends who are a little more.” Kissing his back, he turns around, checking you over, making sure you're okay.

“You handled the first question well.” He praises kissing your lips gently.

“Thanks; I knew mistakes could cost me, but I needed to get that over with.” He nods his head before watching you closely.

“Callin, the FIA out was ballsy.” You drop by the head, knowing that would be a problem.

“But, you were right; trying to lay blame on you was horrible; if they come after you, I'll deal with it. Seb will, but you know what I mean.” He makes you giggle and lean up, kissing his cheek.

“Go, race, cowboy, oh, and mistakes can cost you.” You giggle, making him roll his eyes as he gets ready.

“I'll kick your ass in Mexico; it'll be alright.” He laughs as you roll your eyes.

“Be careful.” in a severe tone, Mick looks down at you and stops knowing since the crash; you hate any of them being in one.

“Always.” He bumps your foreheads together before heading to the car.

Watching them all get in the the car, your heart clenches, but you knew they were the best of the best; they'd all be okay, and so would you.

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐍𝐨 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥

Norman Nordstrom x F!Reader

requested by: @babygurl97​

wordcount: 2.4k words

summary: Teasing Norman is never a good idea.

warnings: smut, rough sex, age-gap

After the murder of his daughter, Norman Nordstrom lived in a world full of silence. The only noise that came from his house for a long time was the occasional sound of his dog barking when someone was at the door. That all changed when you came into his life. Your presence breathed so much life into the home. Music always seemed to flow throughout the space; accompanied by your soft voice that he came to love.

No longer was he claimed by the past through his loneliness. Anytime his mood would grow dark you would be there to keep him grounded. Your gentle touch and words always hit the right buttons. You were the only person Norman could stand to be around. (Although, he loved your companionship more than he would admit.)

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Bow - Max Verstappen

Words: 463 Word Prompt: Bow Note(s): @faithshouseofchaos showed me an (edited) picture of Max with a bow on his bicep and I couldn’t help myself.

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“Maxie!”

He pauses the match, head tilting back, lips widening into a smile as his eyes light up.

“What’s up?”

She’s smiling as she walks over to the couch, to him, and his eyes track her movements, head swiveling as she moves from behind the couch to being in front of it. His legs instinctively moving to make room for her in between them.

She steps in between them and as he looks up at her, eyes roaming over her body before landing on her face, he notices her hands behind her back.

“What do you have?” Max asks.

Her smile widens and his heartbeat quickens. Her hands slowly move from behind her back and his eyebrow quirks up as he notices a pink ribbon resting in her palms.

“A ribbon?” She nods and he reaches for her, grabbing her forearms gently and pulling until she’s straddling his lap. “What do you want me to do with the ribbon?”

He could see her maybe wanting it tied around her waist, though it looks a bit short. It would fit around her neck like one of those ribbon chokers he’d seen before and that idea is quite appealing. She could want it laced around one of her wrists, he supposes and at the thought he can’t help but raise her dominant hand and pressing a kiss on its wrist.

“I was wondering,” She pauses and he nods, giving her waist a squeeze of encouragement. “If I could tie it around your bicep.” And with the final word, her pointer finger reaches out to touch his left one, the muscle flexing in response.

He blinks for a second but nods, shifting her a bit backwards. “Okay. Go ahead.”

Her eyes brighten and she’s pressing her lips to his, but before he can return it, she’s pressing kisses all over his face and he can’t help but laugh, delighting in her excitement. She presses one more to his lips, allowing him to kiss her back before she’s focusing on the ribbon in her hands.

He watches her eyes narrow, lips pursing as she focuses. Her fingers against his skin, the muscle again flexing at the touch and he’s unable to not smirk at the small giggle she gives. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she wraps it around his bicep, completely focused and when she finally ties it, making a beautiful bow with the extra ribbon, she beams, hands coming up to cover her face briefly before he catches them.

Giggles spill across his lips as he kisses her and Max just knows that if something as simple as pink ribbon around his bicep makes her this happy, he’ll forever wear it, only letting it come off just so she can tie it again.

Hi! I was wondering if you could write something about Guanyu x curvy short reader, I think he’ll be very supportive of his partner…

I love your work!

Okay, so I am a short girly but not a curvy one so I tried my best, hope it's what you were after! It was nice to write for Guanyu, I have a big soft spot for him!

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Guanyu simply loved the way you felt in his arms - the way your skin was always warm beneath his touch. You were addictive, and he wasn’t ashamed to show everyone just how you made him feel - always having to playfully smack his hands away when he started getting a little handsy throughout the paddock. 

The best part of your relationship was truly that you never doubted how he felt about you, even when others tried to plant those seeds of doubt in your mind, he’d always be there to brush those feelings away. As a shorter, curvier person, not the slender-model type like the rest of the drivers’ WAGs, people would always have something to say that you didn’t fit into the mould they had in their minds. But Guanyu? He paid them no mind. 

It was almost as if he’d known you’d been lurking online again - doom scrolling until you had to throw your phone across the room.

“Smells delicious, Tùzǐ**.” He hummed softly, coming up behind you - wrapping his arms around your middle as you cooked. “You spoil me.”

You smiled softly in response, turning just enough to hold a spoonful of sauce towards him. “You haven’t even tried it yet! Now, open up.”

His eyes sparkled as he took the spoon into his mouth, a deep groan escaping him. “That’s amazing… Do you have anything else to do or is it just cooking away?”

“Just cooking away, why?”

He removed the spoon from your hand, placing it gently on the counter before fully turning you around - taking your waist in his hands, gently squeezing. You couldn’t help the giggles he tore from you as he began tracing his fingers under your shirt. “Baby, please… I’m cooking!”

“I just can't get enough of you… is it not a recipe that’ll taste better if you just let it cook for a while?” He questioned, raising a brow. 

You playfully shoved him away and turned back to your sauce - biting your lip to stop your lips curving into a smile as he whined behind you, his arms wrapping around you once again, pressing kisses along your shoulders. He leant in close, lowering his voice to a whisper. “You’ve been online again, haven’t you?”

“...How could you tell?” You whispered back, using a fork to pull a piece of spaghetti out of the neighbouring pan, placing it between your lips. 

“Your shoulders…” He ran his hands across your shoulders, gently cascading them down your forearms. “They tense right up when you’ve been reading all of that nonsense… you do know it’s nonsense, right?”

You allowed him to turn you in his arms again, his dark brown flickering across your face - imploring you to be honest with him. He caught your face in his hands as you tried to look away, cupping your cheeks - brushing his thumb across your skin. “It’s nonsense, Tùzǐ**... you’re gorgeous, beautiful, sexy. None of what those online trolls think matter okay..? Just me and you.”

He rested his forehead against yours, you smiled at him softly. 

“...just me and you.”

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**Romanised Chinese for Rabbit/Bunny (according to google lol) thank u @danielfuckingricciardo for helping me angel, mwah x

Sorry for the delay!!

could you pls do a fic of a jealous/protective tommy shelby?🫶

You're Mine

Thomas Shelby was always going to be protective of you; after what had happened to Grace you couldn’t really blame him. But what you didn’t expect was for him to get jealous because of his own brother.

When you and Tommy first started dating, heads would turn in shock when the two of you would walk down Watery Lane with your hand firmly clasped in his. He would always make sure that he had at least one hand on you, if your hand wasn’t holding his, he’d have a hand on the small of your back or resting on the back of your neck if you were sitting and he was standing.

The two of you had arrived at The Garrison to join Arthur, John, Michael, Polly and Finn for a couple of drinks. Once you were settled in the snug little private room with the rest of the Shelby’s, Tommy pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder before heading out to the bar to get you both a drink, leaving you in the company of his brothers, his cousin and his aunt.

‘Is that brother of mine keeping you locked away?’ Arthur said teasingly, moving to sit next to you and throwing his arm around the back of your seat. ‘We’ve not seen you in a while sweetheart.’

You laughed, used to Arthur’s teasing when it came to Tommy’s protectiveness of you. ‘I’ve just been busy at the house,’ you replied. A couple of weeks ago, you and Tommy had moved in together and you were still unpacking your things and making yourself at home in the huge house.

‘Well you make sure you join us a bit more, you hear me? A pretty face like that shouldn’t be hidden away,’ Arthur said mock-sternly. It was at this moment that Tommy walked back into the little room and his eyes zeroed in on your and Arthur’s cosy position, Arthur’s arm curled slightly around your arm as he brought you in for a small side hug and pressed a firm kiss to the side of your head, making laughter bubble from your throat.

Tommy sat both of your drinks in front of the chair he lowered himself into and you looked at him with nothing but love in your eyes as you thanked him and even though Tommy could see how much your eyes had lit up when he walked back into the room, there was still something niggling at the back of his mind that he didn’t like.

‘(Y/N),’ he called, catching your attention immediately, ‘come and sit here,’ he said, cocking his head to gesture you away from your current seat. You instantly, stood up and made your way around the table only to be pulled down until you were sitting on Tommy’s lap, his arm wrapped firmly around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder.

‘You okay?’ you asked, running your fingers through his hair before cupping his cheek with your palm. He nodded but you still noticed how his jaw seemed tighter than usual. A smirk grew on your lips as you realised that he was glaring at Arthur. ‘Mr Shelby are you jealous?’ you asked low enough so only Tommy would be able to hear over the ruckus that the rest of the Shelby’s were making.

‘You’re mine,’ he said, pressing another kiss to your shoulder.

‘Thomas Shelby, you have nothing to be jealous about. I’m yours, nothing’s going to change that.’ You told him, squeezing the arm that was wrapped around your waist slightly.

Deciding to show his family who you belonged to, his free hand came up to grasp your chin, turning your head to face him as he roughly pressed his lips to yours, claiming you as his in front of his family.

Be a good girl

Tommy shelby X female!Reader

Summary: tommy has been teasing you all day and It's time you get some payback... or something like that.

Warnings: SMUT, pnv, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, tommy's desk.

word count: 2067

smut under the cut

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Tommy spoke low in your ear. Hands on your hips helping to sit you on his thick cock. “C’mon love, you wanted it eh? You can take it just fine like this.” You struggled to take him in so fast, you didn't think he would just sit you on his cock. You pushed through and snuggled him into you, feeling full and warm. “Good girl, now stay still.” you shook your head and laid your head on his shoulder. 

Tommy had been teasing you all day, since he had most of the day off, just needing to do some work at home he was free to grope you and kiss you tell you were dizzy. He never touched you enough though, he would pull away when things got too heated and leave you feeling hot and needy. 

You had enough and decided to try at least to distract him as payback. Payback kind of, in the best way, backfired. Thomas Shelby didn't appreciate you trying to interrupt his work. He does however enjoy seeing how needy you were getting. So he gave you his cock, only to sit on, tell his work was done. Fifteen-twenty minutes tops he said, then he will fuck you. But only if you were a good girl. 

You were going on twenty-five minutes now and you were beginning to really get restless. His cock twitched every once in a while and that got you feeling even hotter. You were soaking his crotch with your juices and you just needed to move. You turned your head to face Tommy, Lips brushing his neck. Your arms rested around his shoulders. “Tommy, it’s been too long.” You inform him. 

He gives you a quick glance. “Almost done.” he states firmly. Scratching a few more notes down and turning to a new page. You roll your eyes. You couldn't take anymore waiting. Moving your hips softly you press a feathery light kiss to Tomy's jawline. “Love what did i say?” he asked with another glance at you. When you didn't stop he took your chin between his fingers and pulled you forward slightly to look him fully in the eyes. “What did I say?” he repeated himself. His voice is much darker now.

You gave him a small pout but continued grinding on his cock. “Please Tommy?” Tommy set his pen down and gripped your hips to make you stop. “Please, I need it.” you begged. 

Tommy leaned forward and moved the papers he was working on out of the way. He gripped your thighs with both hands and stood. Keeping himself buried in you he sat you on the edge of his desk, your arms behind you to keep yourself up. He looked down at your sheer nightgown and how your nipples poked through the fabric. He admired your body before his eyes came to lock onto your own. “What was that princess? What do you need?” he asked. His thumbs drew small circles on your thighs as he held your legs open for him. 

You felt your face heat up. The way his eyes bore into you, like they saw everything you are. Your pussy was dripping around his cock. “I need you Thomas please… I need your cock.” you said embarrassed. 

Tommy smirked a little and moved his hips back a fraction just to see you gasp at the slightest movement. “Is that so?” he slowly rocked his hips into you. Giving you only a little friction to work with as his hands held a firm grip on your thighs. “Couldn't even wait thirty minutes eh?” He teased you. 

You huffed and gave him another pouty face. “You've been teasing me all day.” you countered. 

He chuckled and leaned down to kiss your neck softly before giving it a love bite. “Getting all needy from a few kisses huh? You wanted to argue back, but his lips and teeth on your neck are making your mind blur. “Need my cock love?” Tommy begins to actually thrust into you now. He didn't pull out completely but he kept a steady pace. Enough for you to finally feel a little release. Tommy lets one hand wander to your right breast. His fingers massages and pinch your nipple. You let out a breathy moan and tilt your head back. 

Your eyes are half lidded as they look into Tommy’s. “More.” You looked at him with pleading eyes. 

He cocked a brow and pulled back so far he was almost completely pulled out, holding just the tip of his throbbing cock at your dripping entrance.you felt so empty after having him buried in you for so long. “More what love?” he had left your breast to hold your jaw softly to force you to look him in the eyes. He wanted to see you beg. 

You didn't want to give in, he was having too much fun teasing you. Without breaking eye contact you reached one arm in front of you to the hem of Tommy’s shirt and tugged him towards you harshly. Tommys cock slid into you a bit more but not enough to make you content in the slightest. You went to do it again but Tommy’s hand came down to grip your wrist, stopping you. “Use your words of love, don't act like a brat.” he warned. 

But you did want to act like a brat, he teased you all day and he still wont fuck you. You immediately got an idea when his hand let go of your wrist. You grabbed a hold of his suit jacket with both hands and wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him into you. His cock sinking back into your tight pussy made you moan and gasp softly and it caused Tommy to lose his breath for a moment. 

Tommy’s hands were on your tights again to keep you still. He leaned down so your foreheads were touching. “That was a nasty trick, love.” he whispered. “If you're going to be so needy, maybe I'll see just how needy this pretty pussy is for me, eh?” His fingers gripped your flesh firm and he began to pound into you roughly. You threw your arms back to keep yourself in place as you almost screamed at the pleasure that was not hitting you all at once. Your breasts bounced with every thrust and your legs were shaking already around Tommy’s hips. Your face was full of pure bliss, your eyes screwed shut while your head hung back. “Eyes open love, watch how well I fuck you.” He commanded. 

You reluctantly opened your eyes just enough for Tommy to seem pleased. His pupils were blown and he looked ready to eat you. A hand snaked its way between the two of you to your clit. He rubbed circles into your clit and watched as you had a hard time keeping your eyes locked on his. Your moans bounced around the room and your breathing became uneven. “Tommy- aah- i'm close please!” you cried out. Just when you were feeling yourself about to come undone he moved his hand away and slowed to shallow thrusts. You gasped at the loss of your climax and looked at him with tears pricking the corner of your eyes. “Why?” you asked with a pout. 

His hand came back to your clit to rub slow circles to match his trust. “How much do you want my cock love?” he asked. He couldn't help but love the desperate look in your eyes. Needing to come on his cock to the point of tears. “C’mon princesses. just tell me and I’ll let you come on my cock.” 

You looked at him through your lashes. You couldn't stop it anymore, You needed him to fuck you. You could hardly keep it together anymore. “Fuck me- please Thomas.” He bucked his hips to hit you a little deeper. You let out a strangled moan. “I need your cock please, I need you to fill me with your cum.” you pleaded. 

Tommy let out a grunt before smashing your lips together. While his fingers sped up their assault on your clit his other hand came up to cradle the back of your head. He pushed you to lay back on the desk. His cock pounded into you relentlessly. His mouth left you to roam around your chest and neck. He sucked and bit your sweet spot and left marks far enough down so they can be covered up for a few days. You couldn’t help but babble out nonsense about how good his cock was and how good he fucked you. So fucking good. 

“Now you're being such a good girl for me, just need my cock yeah?” Tommy spoke low in your ear. You couldn’t form full words. His name being one of the only things he could really make out between your desperate moaning and jumbled words. “Fuck, i want to see you cum. Can you do that for me? Come on my cock love.” He encouraged you.

Sensitive from Tommy’s finger on your clit and the overstimulation you were not ready for your climax. It hit you hard and fast and without warning. You were a moaning squirting mess under Tommy as you kept yourself steady with your arms around his neck. Your pussy spasmed around Tommy’s cock. “You want my cum love?” He asked, looking down at you as he slowed his pace to let you catch your breath. “Want me to fill you will my cum?” he asked again, pulling almost all the way out.

You nodded your head softly with a small grin. “I need it please Tommy.” You let out a soft moan and pulled him down enough to speak softly into his ear and forced his cock to slip back into your pussy. “Fuck me full with your cum.” You kiss the spot right below his lobe and softly bite the skin.

Fueled purely by desire Tommy's hips took up the same pace as before and pounded his cock into your pussy. You whimpering and begging for his cum had his cock twitching and painting your walls white in a few good thrusts. He kept his cock in deep while he caught his breath. He looked at your eyes ready to close shut on him. A small smile on your lips as you laid there with his cock still stuffed inside of you. “C’mon love wake up for me.” he chuckled, hand stroking your cheek softly. You look up and pull Tommy into a gentle kiss, tell you bit his bottom lip and his

fingers dig into your skin lightly. He pulled away and noticed the small smirt playing at the corner of your mouth. 

Tommy pulled out of you as he stood. You gave a small whimper at the empty feeling. His cum was so deep in you but there was so much it was beginning to slip out already. With two long fingers Tommy scooped his cum back up to your entrance and pushed it back in. He pumped his fingers into your pussy a few times causing you to choke on a moan. “Tommy-” You whimpered out. 

Pulling his fingers out he brought them to your lips. “Open your pretty lip’s.” he commanded. You did as he said and opened your mouth enough for him to slide his fingers in. “suck them clean love.” He said. You could taste both of your juices swirling around on your tongue. Your eyes fluttered shut as you licked his fingers clean and pulled off with a soft pop. 

You looked up at him through hooded eyes. “Carry me to bed.” you demanded tiredly. 

Letting out a snort Tommy picked you up bridal style. “How’s about a bath first eh?” he suggested. 

You laid your head on his shoulder and snuggled into him. “But then all of your cum will leak out.” you protested. You were still feeling needy and now so cock drunk you just wanted Tommy’s cum to keep you full.

He looked down at you with a raised brow. “That so?” he played at being deep in thought. “Then I guess I’ll just have to fuck you to bed then, but a bath first.” He insisted. You grumble but only for show. You'd happily take another of Tommy's load’s before falling asleep wrapped in his arms.

The Only Important Voice - Lewis Hamilton

Request from @saraghae7492974900173 - Can I ask Lewis who has a shy girlfriend and compliments her a lot but she almost never does it back because she's shy, so when she does it he's always a bit shocked?

Shy!reader

No part 2 requests please

"Can I wear this?" Y/n murmurs looking through Lewis' wardrobe. Never liking to ask, but always being too polite to just take it despite Lewis always telling her to just take anything she wants from his wardrobe.

"The blue one?" Lewis asks with a smile moving over and taking it off the hanger when she nods. He puts it on over her head and smiles as her head reappears through the head hole of the fluffy jumper. "It already looks better on you."

Y/n can't even hide her grin before he moves back and looks at the jumper that is maybe drowning her a little but he literally always wants this woman wearing his clothes, he loves seeing it more than anything else in the world.

"Ready to go?" Lewis asks making her shake her head quickly jogging to grab her shoes and her bag before smiling.

"Ready."

Y/n is certainly a woman of few words and actually Lewis doesn't feel the need to constantly talk, though he certainly has more confidence than y/n but he's happy to just have her there and when she does have her moments of higher confidence.

They're flying out to Barcelona ahead of the GP and y/n really wants to go to the beach later.

Since they're flying directly from Canada after the race weekend there. It's a long flight but with the time difference the beach will probably be a welcome warmth and reason to keep themselves awake to try and force themselves to adjust with it.

Y/n actually ends up using the flight as an opportunity to braid Lewis' hair since they unbraided it and did a deep wash and condition ahead of the flight.

She's one of few people that isn't technically a professional that he trusts to braid his hair without sort of just fucking it up.

"You can take a break if you need." Lewis states feeling her pause and looking back to see her flexing her hands.

"No, it's ok. I'm almost done." Y/n mumbles making him grab at her hand and kiss her knuckles gently.

"I owe you big time now." Lewis states earning a small nod and smile.

"Thank you." Y/n smiles a little bashful before she gets back to focusing on the task in hand.

Another hour later she's finished and smiles brightly as Lewis gets up and moves to look in the mirror at the final product. Not that he even needs visual confirmation that it was going to look great, that's why he trusts y/n so much. But he just likes seeing how creative she's got with it.

It's when he moves back to his seat that y/n gets up moving to the toilet to wash her hands of the gel before she sits down looking at the older man.

"You look so pretty."

Now Lewis gives y/n a million compliments a day, just because he wants to make sure she knows just how much he loves her and how much he is genuinely obsessed with her. But he compliments feel like cupid's arrow isn't just striking his heart, it's like cupid is using it as a pin cushion for all his arrows.

"I look pretty?" Lewis echoes making her get almost giddy before she leans forward kissing him in a spark of confidence, maybe or certainly is because of her tiredness.

"You look very pretty, Lewis...you always do." Y/n whispers then squeaking when Lewis lifts the armrest up from between them and pulls her into his lap.

"It's all your work. You made my hair look amazing." Lewis smiles kissing her softly. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Y/n shrugs then leaning to rest her head on his shoulder.

There's a lot of moments (just about every moment that she's there with him) that Lewis realises how dull his life was without her, even if she is so quiet some people would assume her presence adds little to a room. But for Lewis, she is the centre of a room and actually he feels much more comfortable when she's there than when she's not. Sometimes he even feels a change in atmosphere before he realises she's in the room.

Everything fell into place with y/n.

And her compliments, while rare, he can't help but have the knowledge that she wants to say much more but it's in the moments she does speak up that she is completely overwhelmed by her admiration of him to the point she can't help herself from speaking her thoughts that usually remain so silent and kept to herself.

"I love you and you are so gorgeous." Lewis states with a grin making her gets as flustered as she always does.

"I love you too." Y/n murmurs before she sighs softly looking at his hand. "Do you think you could help me choose a tattoo? I love all of yours so much."

Another compliment?

"How tired are you feeling?" Lewis laughs a little making her almost whine at the fact that he is right but she can't sleep if she wants her body clock to adjust to European timezones again.

ronal - amazonian tribbing

content - ronal & fem!reader , clit to clit , amazonian tribbing position

“do you feel that pretty girl? keep those legs apart for me.” ronal said, squatting over you as you had your legs spread with your knees beside your head. she rutted her hips, her soaked cunt sliding against yours with ease. both of your puffy clits pressed against each other each time she moved forwards. she placed her hand on your pelvis, keeping you still as she thrusted against you, coating your cunt all over with slick. “that’s it baby, feel my clit? making mommy feel so good.” she praised from above you, readjusting her squat before sitting her cunt on top of yours. looking down at where you two were pressed together, she positioned her puffy clit to press onto yours before grinding circles into you, her hands moving to your breasts. ronal’s skilled hands teased your hardened nipples, her hips still working on your cunt, feeling you get wetter and wetter each time her clit flicked past yours. “mommy, please, please i need to cum!” you cried out, legs tired from the position she forced you in. ronals judgmental eyes scanned your face, as if assessing wether or not she’s grant you the luxury of cumming with her. she dragged her hands down your torso, moving to your thighs before putting the last of the energy she had into humping you. lewd noises filled the marui, wet sounds and skin rubbing against each other as well as your desperate whines. “let it out, baby.” ronal directed, focusing her humps on your clit only, watching your face twist as you came. she praised you, cooing compliments as she reached her own high, her cum dripping down your inner thighs. the second she lifted her sore body from yours, your eyes darted downwards to your cunt, seeing it all glossy and soaked. it was the most erotic thing you and ronal had tried before.

@citruskasa @theycallmesia @vmptears @casiia @fleursbending @loaksbitch @loaksky

[ “back seat “ ; undertaker x fem!reader smut ]

[ request for @teehopper ]

[ word count ; 932 ]

he stood out of sight from others, behind a red velvet curtain, just peering though, watching on as you interacted with your fans. his signing ended an hour ago, some of the boys had invited him for drinks at the bar opposite the arena, but he declined. he stood there, enamoured with you, you had always been a fan favourite, mainly with the little ones. their smiles beaming as they dragged their parents to your booth, some no older than five years old. asking for pictures and hugs, all of which you happily obliged. he felt his stomach flip with delight, the sight of you with children he always treasured, how gentle and caring you were with them, comforting them while they wept tears of happiness, petting their heads gently as you wrapped them in your warm embrace.

a rush flowed through him. he had always wanted children. he had often wondered how you’d look while pregnant. your skin glowing, belly swollen with his child, it made him want to end your signing early, pulling you backstage and filling your repeatedly with his warmth. he gulped thickly, he could wait a few more minutes, he’d noticed that the line had shortened while he was lost in his fantasy. the next ten minutes were a daze for him, time moving quicker that he initially anticipated, thoughts racing in his mind, he knew you’d make a wonderful mother, he knew you’d look absolutely stunning with a bump, he may not be able to control himself seeing you like that, he didn’t even realise that your signing had ended nor that you were standing right in front of him.

“babe, what’s the matter?” you spoke up, breaking his trance, your finger lightly poking at his hip to gain his attention. he looked down at you, startled, your smaller frame almost completely shadowed by his much larger one. he gulped slightly, his mouth going dry, feeling his heart rate increase with every second.

“do you want kids?" he stated bluntly, taking your hands in his. you were taken aback by his sudden question, taking a few seconds to process it.

“yes of course-“

“we’ll let’s go make some then” he barely gave you anytime to respond, he drags you to the car, eyes full or lustful intent, his cock aching to fill your tight little pussy. he cursed himself fumbling with his keys as he unlocked the car, pulling out of the car park, speeding down the highway to the hotel. you felt a thick pulse in your cunt, never have you seen him so urgent, so needy, his knuckles bone white as they clenched the steering wheel, eyes locked on the road, intensely focused it made your cunt slick with arousal.

“play with your cunt for me princess” he commanded. “i need to hear your moans or else i’m gonna go insane!”

you did as told, slipping out of your shorts, rubbing your already sensitive clit through your panties. gentle moans spilling from your lips. he looked more enraged the longer the car ride felt, you tugged your panties to the side, your cunt in full view of him, you sunk two fingers deep inside your aching hole, pumping yourself roughly, his name spilling from your lips with pleading moans, the lovely sound ringing through his ears.

“fuck it...” he grumbled, pulling off the highway, finding a more secluded area. he turned to you, eyes dark as you painted with need.

“back seat. now” he commanded, stripping himself. you crawled into the backseat, ass teasingly swirling in the air, earning a rough slap from him. you tugged off your jeans, your panties soaked with your cum. he hooked your legs over his shoulders, slamming into you ruthlessly. he lifted up your shirt, plucking your perky nipples between his index fingers and his thumbs, tugging them roughly, pinching and twisting them. he adored the way your tight hole would take his length, having you screaming for more even when he only had the first couple of inches in.

“oh god daddy, you’re so fucking big!” you cried out, your tight pussy stretching around his size, his hand gripping your throat with some force, squeezing lightly as you let your tongue slip past your lips, moaning and panting as he absolutely wrecked you, his thumb teasing your clit just for good measure, swirling and pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves until he had your thighs trembling. your body thrashing around in the back seat, as he pushed his thumb harder against your clit, he cock filling your tight cunt with every thrust.

“my little slut, you’re just begging to be filled with my cum, aren’t you?” he groaned, picking up his speed, leaning down to litter your chest with hickeys, sucking deeply at the skin, marking you with with hues of purple. he hooked his arms under your hips, holding them up, the new angle allowed his cock to sink deeper into you void, pushing his thumb harder to your clit. as you shuddered underneath him.

“yes daddy! please fill my pathetic cunt with your cum!” you cried out, hot tears streaming down your cheeks from the pleasure. his cock absolutely destroying you with thick heavy thrusts. his grunts were signalling his end, hot thick ropes of his cum filling your warmths with feverish moans. the sensation made your toes curl, his hot cum radiating against he walls of your soaked cunt as you squirted around his size.

“baby, you’ll look so fucking hot pregnant with my kid”

Forever theirs

Chapter 10∆...yes She does

The judgment day x fem!afab!reader

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I sit nervously on my mommy's hip as she walks down to the basement. The boys follow closely behind us. We enter the basement and walk right past an open door leading to my old room. I racked my brain for ideas as to where we are going. Mommy stops at a door I remember seeing when I first left my room but I never thought about it.

Rhea steps back and Damian takes her place in front of the door. He pulls a key out of his pocket and pushes it into the keyhole of the door. He twists the door handle but the door doesn't budge.

He slams into the door with his side and it swings open. I look into the room and see the room Finn took me to the day before they took me. I look at the comfy silk sheet and I'm suddenly very happy they didn't take me to my old room. My eyes lock onto the familiar toys on the wall and wonder if anything will be different this time.

Mommy sets me down on the edge of the bed. I watch as the boys walk around the side of the bed like sharks circling dinner. The butterflies in my tummy flutter as I realize they might be getting toys.

Mommy grabs the hem of my dress and I shift my weight on the bed so I'm no longer sitting on my dress. She pulls it up and I put my arms up so she can remove my dress from my body.

I sit completely naked as Mommy didn't give me any undies. "now things are gonna be a bit different this time" she says. I'm even more excited as I think she's going to tell me we get to use toys today.

"do you know what safe words are sweetie?" Damian asks as he returns to my field of vision. " no Daddy" I shake my head. "okay, well we use something called a traffic light system" I nod my head listening closely.

"red means stop everything I don't like this, orange means something wrong please fix it, and green means you're fine" I smile knowing I can make them stop if I want. "so if you're in pain you yell red and everything stops," Rhea says making sure I understand.

"But if you wanna beg and beg us to stop we'll keep going because you seemed to like that" She finishes and I blush like crazy knowing damn well I'll beg. 

I watch as Mommy undresses in front of me. First her shirt, then her pants, then her bra, and finally her panties. I stare at her chest the whole time and fail to notice the boys undressing themselves too. Mommy climbs onto the bed straddling my lap. She leans down and presses her lips to mine. She's soft and gentle with me to start off.

I feel the bed dip and arms wrap around my waist. Next, I feel lips against my neck sucking hickeys into my skin. I feel rheas tongue brush against my lips and I part them for her. I'm lost in the kiss and for a second I forget that 2 people are watching us.

Next thing I know both sets of lips are removed from my body and I am pinned down. I look up and see Dom looking straight back, straddling my lap. His hands that are pinning my wrists are seamlessly swapped for Rhea's. "be a good girl for us" he tells me as he moves from my lap to in between my legs.

He lines himself up and slowly pushes into my cunt. My eyes water as I adjust to his size. He begins to move when he thinks I'm ready. He slowly thrust in and out of me and the pain I feel slowly begins to fade and be replaced by pleasure.

He moves a hand down from my hip and places his thumb on my clit. He slowly rubs Figure 8's into my clit as he picks up the pace of his thrusting. Tears of pleasure run down my face and out of the corner of my eye, I can see Damian jerking off.

I decided to look at the other members and find they are all masturbating. I am slightly shocked but I only look for a second more. Dom finds my G-spot and begins to hit it with every thrust.

I close my eyes and tilt my head back and let moans leave my mouth freely. I can hear the grunts from all the other members as I feel my orgasm approaching. "can I please cum, Daddy?" I say after being interrupted by moans several times.

"I think you've been a good enough girl," he says and I let out breathy thank yous as my release hits me like a bus. He cums at the same time as me and fucks me through my orgasm. He slowly comes to a stop and takes his hand away from clit.

After a few seconds, we've both caught our breaths and he carefully pulls out. "let's get you cleaned up sweetie" he says kissing me on the lips before getting up from his place in the bed.

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