Not Arguing With A Man Who Looks Like This. Whatever You Say Beautiful.

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hi okay so since we have very little mark webber content im doing everyone a favour so like similar to the fernando one but this time y/n watched mark's flying 2010 crash and even though he's completely fine y/n is MAD (like it happened for the second time). Mark tries joking it off after they get home but she gives him the silent treatment+ doesnt let him kiss/touch her. then when she finally gives in she's angry and cries while mark consoles her?

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i had so much fun writing this one thank you so much for this request ! i hope you enjoyed! happy reading <3 do send in more requests! as for pre existing requests- im working on it! lots of love ava

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y/n practically clawed at the armrest as the grainy helicopter footage on the tv flickered. it couldn't be. not again. the unmistakable red of mark's car was wedged against a barrier, smoke billowing skyward. her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs. "mark..." the word escaped her lips in a strangled whisper.

the newscaster droned on, thankfully confirming mark was unharmed. relief flooded y/n, momentarily pushing the anger aside. but as the adrenaline subsided, the fury simmered back. this was the second time she'd endured this terror in the three years they'd been together.

the apartment door creaked open, and mark limped in, a grimace on his face. even with the obvious pain, his smile was sheepish. "hey there, drama queen. looks like i caused a bit of a stir, eh?"

y/n remained glued to the couch, arms crossed. the silence in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. mark's smile faltered, replaced by a worried frown. he shuffled closer, a hand reaching out tentatively.

"y/n, come on," he coaxed, "it's alright. just a bit shaken, that's all."

his hand hovered in the air, inches from her shoulder. y/n flinched away, the movement sharp and cold. the hurt flickered in mark's eyes, but he persisted.

the air in the apartment hung heavy with unspoken emotions. mark hovered near y/n, his own leg throbbing from the crash, but the physical pain paled in comparison to the emotional turmoil brewing across the room. he yearned to hold her, to feel her warmth and offer some form of comfort.

"so," mark started, his voice breaking the suffocating silence, "at least this time i didn't manage to take out any cameramen. silver linings, right?"

he forced a smile, hoping to lighten the mood. but as he reached out, y/n visibly stiffened. her back straightened, and her arms, which had been limp at her side, clenched into fists.

mark's smile faltered, replaced by a dawning realization. this wasn't the time for jokes. he saw it in the way her shoulders started to tremble, a silent tremor that spoke volumes.

"y/n," he began, concern lacing his voice.

but before he could continue, a dam broke within her. tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over as she whirled around to face him.

"silver linings?" she choked out, her voice thick with anger and barely contained fear. "mark, how can you even say that? don't you get it? every time you get behind the wheel of that car, my heart stops! i watch those races, glued to the screen, praying that the red and white doesn't end up tangled in a mess of metal, praying that i don't hear your name followed by the words 'critical condition.' this isn't some game, mark! these aren't just crashes, these are near-death experiences!"

her voice hitched, raw emotion pouring out. "and you have the audacity to joke about it? to try and find some humor in the fact that you almost died again? do you even consider what it does to me? the sleepless nights, the constant worry gnawing at my insides? i can't take it anymore, mark! i can't live like this, constantly on the edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop!"

y/n's rant hung in the air, heavy and accusatory. mark stood speechless, his heart sinking with every word. all the flippant remarks he'd planned evaporated. here, laid bare, was the true cost of his passion, the unseen burden he placed on the woman he loved.

shame washed over him. he hadn't truly understood her fear, the depth of her worry. now, seeing it raw and unfiltered, he felt like a monster.

"y/n," he finally managed, his voice hoarse with regret, "i... i'm so sorry. i had no idea. i was trying to be lighthearted, but you're right. it's not a joke. i was a fool. please, forgive me. i promise it won't happen next time."

"it's not enough, mark!" she shot back, tears welling up in her eyes. "what if next time... what if there isn't a next time?"

the room went silent again, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air. after a long moment, mark sat on the coffee table beside her, a dejected sigh escaping his lips. he didn't try to touch her again, respecting the space she needed.

minutes bled into hours. finally, y/n's tense shoulders slumped slightly. with a shaky breath, she turned towards mark. he met her gaze, his eyes filled with concern.

"i just..." she began, her voice thick with emotion, "i can't lose you, mark. not like this."

large tears streamed down her face as she spoke, her voice cracking. mark was by her side in an instant, pulling her into a tight embrace. he held her as she sobbed, whispering comforting words into her hair.

the fear, the anger, all of it spilled out in that moment. when her cries subsided into hiccups, mark gently wiped away her tears.

y/n's words hung heavy in the air, each one a hammer blow to mark's heart. shame burned in his gut, hotter than any engine fire he'd ever faced. he hadn't just been selfish, he'd been blind. blinded by the adrenaline rush, the roar of the crowd, the thrill of the race. he hadn't seen the terror in her eyes, the worry etched into her every expression.

"y/n," he started, his voice thick with remorse, "i... i don't even know where to begin. you're right. it's not a joke. it's never a joke. every time i climb into that car, a part of me knows the risk. but the truth is, i never stopped to think about what it did to you. i was so focused on myself, on the competition, on the win, that i completely ignored the cost it had on you."

he took a shaky breath, pulling her closer, "those sleepless nights, that constant worry… you shouldn't have to carry that burden alone. you shouldn't have to live in fear because of my passion. it's not fair. it's not fair to you, and frankly, it makes me question my own damn priorities."

mark ran a hand through his hair, frustration lacing his voice. "this racing… it's been my life for so long. it's given me purpose, pushed me to my limits, made me feel alive. but if it comes at the cost of losing you, then what's the point? what good is a trophy if the person i love the most is shattered every time i race?"

he looked at her, his eyes pleading for understanding. "i can't promise you i'll quit. it's in my blood, this need for speed. but i can promise you this: i'll never take it for granted again. i'll never forget the fear in your eyes. every race, every decision, every corner i take, you'll be there, a constant reminder of what truly matters. and if, at any point, you can't handle it anymore, if the fear becomes too much… i'll walk away. no questions asked. because you, y/n, you're my everything."

silence stretched between them, heavy with the weight of his words. but this time, it wasn't a suffocating quiet. it was a space filled with the dawning of a new understanding, a fragile hope for a future where his passion wouldn't overshadow the love of his life.

the silence stretched on, a hesitant dance between hope and uncertainty. then, slowly, tentatively, y/n reached out. her hand brushed against mark's, sending a jolt of electricity through him. he laced his fingers with hers, the warmth a stark contrast to the storm that had just passed.

"i..." she began, her voice barely a whisper. "i don't want you to quit." her eyes, though still glistening with unshed tears, held a new resolve. "but i need you to be safe. to understand how much you mean to me."

mark's heart swelled in his chest. "i do, y/n. more than you know." he pulled her gently towards him, offering a quiet, "can i kiss you now?"

y/n melted into his embrace, lips meeting. he held her tightly, the unspoken promise hanging heavy in the air. they would face this together, fear and passion intertwined. but for now, all that mattered was the quiet comfort of each other's arms.

after a long while, y/n pulled back slightly, a small smile gracing her lips. "just promise me," she said, her voice muffled against his chest.

"anything," he whispered back, nuzzling his nose against hers.

"no more 'silver linings' jokes after a crash," she declared, a playful glint in her eyes.

mark chuckled, a genuine laugh that warmed the room. "deal. but maybe a celebratory ice cream after a win?"

y/n snorted. "we can negotiate."

and with that, they settled back into their embrace, a newfound understanding blossoming between them. the future was uncertain, the track still held dangers, but as long as they had each other, they could face anything. as mark drifted off to sleep, y/n snuggled closer, her soft breaths a lullaby against his ear.

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Midnight Lovin' (SMUT)

AN: i had this thought and wanted to write about it. it was going to be short and sweet but i got carried away like usually. so i hope you enjoy. oh also, i know the title says midnight but in the story i wrote its 3 am. so lets pretend they correlate together and match.

This story contains: sex while barley awake (half asleep), slow sex

{ dad!harry - dilf!harry (kids 3-16) - husband!harry - married for 20 years }

word count: 1627

Harry rolls on top of you in the middle of the night and whilst keeping both your eyes closed, you end up having very slow, half asleep sex.

Being married to someone for just over twenty years has its perks. You know just about everything there is to know about each other. You're very comfortable around each, no matter the awkward situation. You understand and are aware of the others boundaries. But best of all, you have years of memories together and five wonderful children you created with the love you share for one another.

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Yesterday was a long day of cleaning up after the kids while Harry met with some people that will be over his upcoming tour. By the time you got into bed together, you both past out from exhaustion.

Now it's currently three a.m. and Harry is awoken with a craving for you. But Harry isn't like, fully awake, perse. He's more so in that state of half asleep - half awake where he's aware of his thoughts and feelings but his eyes are still shut and his body is lagging to move at any quick rate.

Harry doesn't really want to wake you either, knowing how tired you are and how peaceful you look sleeping beside him. But he'll never be able to fall fully asleep until he can get his boner to go down. So the only logical thing to do is to roll on top of your body and just slide his cock in your cunt while you're asleep.

He's aware some would find problems with that but its one of the many things Harry's grown to learn is okay in your marriage as far as boundaries go. Plus, it's not like you'd say asleep during the sex. You'd wake up just enough to know what he's doing and consent to it. And it's also not like this hasn't happened before because it has. Sometimes by you waking up horny and crawling on top of Harry to ride his cock in the middle of the night, and sometimes by Harry, crawling on top your body and fucking you in missionary.

Firstly, Harry kicks off his tight fitting boxers and spits in his hand. Then he reaches under the heavy duvet and takes his slick hand, grabbing a hold of his throbbing dick, tugging and stroking it a few times to get it ready for you. When he decides he's done enough, Harry carefully slides over to your relaxed body, which is on its back, and crawls on top of you. He's careful not to add too much weight on you for now and supports his body with his arms and legs.

Gently, Harry allows his body to come down and meet yours. You have a shirt on and some cotton panties but you won't for long. When his body lays on top of yours, you don't even budge honestly. You're so used to Harry crawling on top of you in the night that this feels normal and comfortable so far.

Harry loops his fingers into the band of your underwear and blindly slides them down your legs, exposing your pussy to your husband. After your underwear is below your knees, he takes his hands and spreads your legs further apart. Then Harry double checks to make sure his cock is nice and lubricated because he knows you aren't wet right now and he'd never fuck you dry.

When he feels just how slick and slimy his dick is, Harry blindly positions it at your entrance. In addition to all the perks of being married for twenty years mentioned earlier, knowing your body in the dark is another one for Harry. The tip of his cock slowly starts to glide into your tight walls and this allows him to lay his head on your shoulder and tuck his face into your warm and familiar neck.

Just like Harry thought, you don't stay asleep for too much longer with the feeling of girth stretching your pussy out below the covers. Your eyes shoot open in the dark of the room and you feel something heavy on your chest. That's when you release what's happening and let out a deep sign of relief.

Still a bit disoriented from abruptly waking up, you mutter in a scratching voice, "What.... what'r you doing, babe?"

"Shhh," Harry whispers in your ear with his eyes closed, "woke up with a hard-on and needed some loving from m'wife. That okay? We can go slow since we're both so tired and all."

"Mhm, its okay," you respond back and continue to ask, "but can I take my shirt off? Wanna feel your skin on mine. Miss our intimate time and if that means sleepy sex in the middle of the night, then so be it."

Harry raises up on your body, making sure his dick stays deep inside you, and helps you sit up to remove your sleep shirt. Once off, you toss it on the floor and kick off your panties until they're lost in the blankets by your feet. Then you lay back down on the mattress and Harry soon follows, laying back on top your chest. But now he can feel your heavy boobs press into his skin and signs at the warm feeling it brings him.

Situating his head on your shoulder with his arms wrapped under and around your upper back, knees bent by your hips, Harry questions quietly, "Ready, m'love?"

"Mhm." you answer sleepily and hug around your husbands body tight. Your arms around his back and your legs wrapped around his waist. Harry takes that as permission to start rocking his hips with yours and it makes you let out a gasp. "Oh fuck, babe." you whine in a whispered tone, not having a full voice at this early hour.

The whole situation felt so very intimate and you loved every second of it. The way your bodies are flushed to one another and how you could feel a thin layer of sweat start to glue your bodies together. The feeling of Harry's hot breath fanning over the skin of your neck. The heavy duvet on top your mushed bodies. It was almost too much but too much in the best way possible.

This goes on for a while. Normally sex between you and Harry has to be rushed and quick pace because as parents you don't have much time to do these activities like you once could. So maybe that's why you're trying to draw this out as long as possible. To hold off on coming and live in the moment for a while longer.

Eventually, you start grinding your hips upwards to meet Harry's public bone so that your clit can get some much needed attention. The first grind up and your body tenses with pleasure. The bed is rocking slightly from the slow but deep thrusting Harry is doing. Your nails begin to claw at the skin of his bare back, making him hiss. But you know he secretly loves it.

Harry's hold around your upper back gets tighter and under his closed eye lids are lite fireworks that are seconds away from setting off the explosion which will be his orgasm. All that can be heard in the bedroom is panted breaths coming from both of you combined and low moans and grunts escaping your mouths.

"Harry, I'm gonna come, alright. Feels too good." you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut and throwing your head back on the pillow below you. The tip of his long cock nudges your g spot perfectly with how you're raising your hips up to grind on his. Legs still encased around Harry's hips, your feet digging into his naked ass cheeks.

"Ugh, yeah. Come f'me. M'gonna come too. You feel so good around my dick. Love you so much." Harry heaves, shoving his face as far as he can in your neck to hide his moans and to peck tiny kisses on your sweaty skin.

Suddenly, a euphoric feeling washes over you and your orgasm crashes down on your body. Your body shakes and spasms under Harry and you have to bite down on his shoulder to conceal your moans. Because you'd hate to have your eldest who's sixteen hear their parents making love at three thirty in the morning.

Harry isn't far behind you and his loaded cock shoots cum deep into your cervix. His hips slow down and rather than thrusting, they gradually just press into your hips, rutting back and forth slightly, creating added pressure to your clit and extending your release.

When your highs go down, you're both left breathless under the covers on your bed. Bodies glued to each others and heads fuzzy from the orgasms and from sleep creeping back into your bodies. Slowly, your heart rates start getting back to normal and your muscles begin to relax. Harry's cock stays buried deep inside you to prevent his cum from dirtying the sheets.

Then breaking the silence, Harry coos with a deep, exhaustion filled voice, "Thank you for letting me do this."

You take the hand you had splayed on his back and run your fingers through his sweaty, disheveled curls and respond in an equally tired voice, "Any time, babe. Missed this between us. Missed the unrushed, slow, and intimate sex we used to have before our five kids came along."

Harry lifts his head off your shoulder and places soft kisses over your cheeks until he finds your lips. You deepen the kiss and allow your tongues to meld together. But eventually, you break the kiss apart and Harry relaxes back on top of your body and you both allow sleep to take over your minds. His soft cock stays inside your cunt for the remainder of the morning hours and you know you'll have to take a shower first thing in the morning.

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Who is SHE?

→ journal out who you want to be in 2025:

1. What does she look like? (Physical appearance, style)

2. How does she dress on a typical day?

3. What does she like ?

4. What doesn't she like?

5. What is her behavior like in different situations?

6. (Social interactions, demeanor)

7. How does she prefer to be treated by others? (Expectations from relationships)

8. How does she treat people around her? (Interpersonal relationships, kindness)

9. What does her daily routine entail? (Activities, schedule)

10. At what time does she usually go to bed? (Sleeping habits)

11. When does she wake up in the morning? (Morning routine)

12. What are her hobbies and interests? (Leisure activities)

13. What is her profession or occupation? (Career, job responsibilities)

14. What are her long-term goals and aspirations? (Career ambitions, personal achievements)

15. How does she handle stress or challenges? (Coping mechanisms, problem-solving approach)

16. What type of books does she enjoy? (Cultural preferences)

17. How does she maintain her physical and mental well-being? (Health and self-care routines)

18. Does she have any specific dietary preferences or restrictions? (Food choices)

19. Who are her closest friends, and what are her relationships like with them?(Friendship dynamics)

20. How does she navigate conflicts or disagreements? (Communication style, conflict resolution)

21. What values and principles guide her decision-making? (Personal ethics)

22. How does she spend her leisure time on weekends? (Weekend activities, relaxation methods)

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“Fall in love with someone who sees the wars within you and not only chooses to stay, but chooses to stand by your side and help you fight them. Strive to find someone who cradles your dark, who embraces your light, someone who always wants to be your best when you yourself are not your best; someone who reminds you of every strong thing you are whenever you feel feeble.”

— Bianca Sparacino, Fall In Love With Someone Who Makes It Impossible To Love Anyone Else

Fernando Alonso, the fella with the hella good hair, discusses Aston Martin’s recent surge in form and the optimism around the team.

Do you ever just want slow, lazy sex? Like, wake up early on a rainy Sunday and you’re spooning and you slide together like puzzle pieces that fit just perfectly. It’s hands, clutching each other close, whispered names and endearments, the slick, slow slide of bodies against each other till you’re coming, gasping and shaking softly, and then you’re kissing and cuddling and falling back asleep, wound together, safe and warm.

Y/N: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration*

Bucky : Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table?

Y/N: I—

Y/N: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.