Hi!! It’s Jenson Anon Again But Something Just Struck. DBF!kimi???? Hello, Like He Always Acts Cold

May I suggest: Fernando + cockwarming? For all of us dilf fuckers out there.

(Also you're doing a smashing job with this xoxo)

ANON UR BRAIN IS SO FUCKING BIG!! (and aaa thank u!! ilu <3)

cockwarming, light mentions of kink/bdsm concepts (mostly subspace), afab gn reader as usual

i mean, his dick is Big, its gotta be. even if you're just cockwarming, you're feeling it up in your guts

so it drives you INSANE. this constant pressure and deepness and stimulation but it's never enough

however, it absolutely sends you into subspace

the idea of just being there to be used, to sit on fernando's cock when he wants you

to be sent so utterly crazy by such little stimulation while nando seems totally unaffected, carrying on with what he's doing?

he's just going about his day - sat at his desk doing work, answering emails

but with you in his lap, legs spread wide over his thick thighs, your head cradled against his collarbone and neck

every so often one of you shifts, and it makes your insides flutter, the sudden stimulation of his cock moving inside you after relative stillness

and that sets him off too, his fingers clenching against the wood of the desk as he regains his composure after feeling you tighten around him

but then he's back to work, and you're back to floating in that almost mindless bliss -- not needing to worry about anything else, anything beyond this moment, and fernando's cock nestled deep inside you

if it's cockwarming while he's watching a film or similar, he's more likely to position you with your back to his chest on his lap, even if he knows you're not really watching the film

those strong, calloused hands idly stroking up and down your sides, dipping down to caress the outsides of your thighs and hips

occasionally bringing his fingers down to play with your clit and trace where your pussy is stretched out around his cock

but it isn't foreplay, in a sense

because you won't be coming until much later that evening, after he's had his fun

however, you still feel his deep laughing rumble through his chest as it makes your cunt squeeze around him and your breath catches as a whine in your throat

and when he brings his hands up under your shirt to cup your tits, not even looking away from his film to where you're blissed out on his cock, you just slip that bit deeper 😌

accidentally referencing them as "my" with max please!

what are we doing here? - MV1

The only clear thing between you and Max is that neither of you knew what you were.

Friends? Very close friends? Situationship? Love each other but afraid to make a move?

So many ways to describe it, but still moving between blurred lines, where you snuck out of his hotel room before someone came knocking on the door to wake him up or brief him as he got ready to leave, going out with your friends to a bar where you'd start acting as close friends, but as alcohol started burning your throats and clouding your judgement, his arm found home around your shoulders and your head nuzzled on his neck, loving how he shivered and smiled whenever your lips curled up at something you said or left a quick kiss on his neck.

Everybody knew there was something going on, and no, your friends knew it wasn't just kissing and sneaking around, it was deeper, something that neither you nor Max were willing to accept and act on it.

Months went by and it didn't change. You were exclusive, the thought of looking at someone else didn't cross your mind, but the mere idea of Max sharing time and space with beautiful women from all around the world, it was mind boggling for you.

Unbeknownst to you, Max felt the same rush of blood to his head whenever someone in the paddock started a conversation with you, standing a little too close for his liking, knowing his male equals enough to be sure they wanted to have you to themselves, and he couldn't do anything to stop that.

Well, he could do one thing, but for him it wasn't even a possibility, not wanting to leave the small paradise you had created, with no problems, no labels, no feelings... he'd be damned if he vocalized that it was a problem not having you to himself every day with no excuse, just calling you by your name like he was any other man in your life, and if he expressed his feelings were beyond a simple friendship, he wanted it all.

And so did you, you wanted to walk hand in hand with Max and it being familiar, not getting surprised looks. you wanted for him to claim you just like he had claimed your heart and body. you craved for him to look for you after a race, holding his helmet and symbolically kissing his lips in front of every camera, every screen who was watching.

All those thoughts were wandering as the both of you were talking before the race, with his fireproofs hanging low on his waist and you trying to fix a loose strand of hair, not caring that it was futile since he'd be putting on his helmet in no time.

Then, a woman you had barely crossed paths with came along, giving Max a tight hug and wishing him good luck, telling him to not go too crazy on the track for the sake of her husband.

Huh.

"Oh, i have seen you so many times before and we haven't been introduced! Max what are you waiting for?" Geri Halliwell, beautiful and elegant as ever, asked Max who was caught off guard.

The words left Max's lips without a second thought, a worry, and it felt so natural: "This is (Y/N), she's my girl,"

My girl.

He didn't even flinch, placing his hand on your waist as Geri kept commenting you were such a good looking couple, complemented each other so well, that you must be so proud, and you really were, everyone could see it.

"I'll leave you both, but I'll find you sweetheart on the garage when the race starts and the boys go do their thing, okay?" Geri said to you, leaving you a bit dumbfounded but agreeing to what she said, leaving you and Max.

His hand didn't leave you waist, it only changed its position as you turned to face him.

"I'm your girl?" Your head tilted a bit, trying to read his expression.

His cheeks flushed and he was insecure for the first time, his blue eyes avoiding yours, but lovingly accepting when your hand found its place on his cheek. "I like it, how it sounds,"

In the middle of loud noises, screens full of statistics and people calling for Max, you took his hand in yours and left a chaste kiss on his lips before sending him off to get ready and get in the car.

For the first time, Max wanted the race to be over as soon as possible, adrenaline rushing but not because of the vibrations of the car and crowds cheering, but because of what was waiting for him after the finish line.

his girl.

Max definitely also has a mix of a praise and degrading kink. Like he'll be in the floor in front of you, having to use almost all his fingers to stretch you out and get you ready to take him, all while saying the filthiest but sweetest s hit ever like "what a pretty little slut, letting me stretch you out to take my cock, huh? you just want me inside you already, is that what it is? aw, my little whore lost all her words, do you need me to fuck it back into you? "

Also, imagine him fucking you so good that you either start speaking dutch for him or your first language. like, I grew up speaking Italian and English but when I get really flustered it all comes out in Italia so imagine him saying like "oh my pretty girl can't even speak straight and I haven't even put my dick in you yet "

(I think I have a praise kink 😐)

sadly i can’t speak anything but english sadly, i took three years of spanish but moved a few times and none of my courses lined up so it was a mess. i’m still trying to learn and have made some progress but its so hard tbh so many tenses.

no because praise and degradation are the perfect mix. he’d be staring at you so fondly sometimes, like he’s truly in love with you, while he’s burying his cock in you and calling you a whore and then spitting on you. then smiling and telling you you’re sooo pretty. his pretty slut. you can’t even respond you’re so fucked out.

can imagine max teaching you dutch while fucking you, making you repeat phrases back to him before he lets you cum, teaching you how to say something and asking you to say it to him while you’re all fucked out. “c’mon schatz, be good for me. remember what i taught you? can you say it for me?” and when you say it back to him, he’d praise you so much, “that’s my cockwhore, so good for me. just like that, say it with me, again.” and then you’re moaning it over and over because you suddenly don’t know how to say anything else with the way he’s fucking you.

once you’re done, cuddling in bed and being all lovey, he’d grin like the devil and tell you what it means and it’s absolutely filthy.

I’d like to ride mick’s thigh. As a treat.

treat, punishment, sunday afternoon activity.

yes please.

(anyone have pics of his thighs? for uh… research?)

King of my heart | Mick Schumacher

Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that's why, for the first time in forever, he threw carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

Warnings: explicit language, smut, alcohol, angst, and so on, please check each chapter's warnings before reading.

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Hamilton!reader (she/her)

Soundtrack: here

Series status: complete

A/n: I do not permit my work to be reposted on a different platform. This is my only account, if you see my work somewhere else, please let me know!

Psa. The pics from the social media chapter are not mine.

CHAPTERS

01. siblings or dating (smau)

02. cookies and free rides (smau)

03. breakfast dates and shared clothes (smau)

04. the first time they met (regular c.)

05. shoulder and sugar to lean on (regular c.)

06. paris fashion week and china gp (smau)

07. sharing playlists and history (regular c.)

08. sightseeing and race-week-dump (smau)

09. sharing is caring (regular c.)

10. privacy sign at the door (regular c.)

11. he's got a girlfriend (smau)

12. gathering the fam (smau)

13. spotted and discovered (smau)

14. the past comes to say hello (smau)

15. our love is a secret I'm trying to keep (regular c.)

16. closing doors (regular c.)

17. tulips, just like in Switzerland (smau)

18. red carnations and home (regular c.)

19. not alone tonight (smau)

20. closure, and packing (regular c.)

21. through their eyes (smau)

22. jealousy, jealousy (regular c.)

23. the most beautiful time of the year (smau)

24. king of my heart (regular c.)

DRABBLES & HEADCANONS & EXTRAS

creating a shared playlist

meeting Corinna and Gina

telling Lewis about Mick

Mick defending Yn from a mean journalist

slow mornings together

to build a home ✷

getting matching tattoos

💌 texts between mick and yn

oklahoma, memes, and pov

drivers room's nap, and tis the damn season

©thisismeracing do not copy, steal, or translate my work.

mind is stuck on challengers sauna scene ..... art's thighs are so fucking sexy, so thick and sweaty and the way he's bouncing his leg? oh lord give me five minutes with him. just imagine his hands on your waist and his sweet, encouraging words as you sit on his wet skin and grind your even wetter cunt onto it. and he bounces it, gently hitting your clit in the right angle and it feels so good. i am going to combust. and you're like crying because while it feels good, you're just so so needy and want to feel him inside you but he thinks you look so sexy like this, he tells you to keep going just for a little bit more then he'll reward you for being good and listening to him.

Could you do a Fernando Alonso one where you are dating for quite some time and during one of the race weeks you have your niece and takes her to met him and during the week he starts to have baby fever by the way he looks at you playing with her

PS: sorry if the request sucks

"Up!" Your niece giggles holding her arms up as you two pressed your badges to let you into the Paddock.

Bending down you pick her up and make sure that her Aston Martin hat is covering her face, so no cameras take any pictures of her. But, honestly the media was good about respecting privacy when stressed.

"Auntie......M tired." Sighing you pull your niece, Nora in as she rests her head on your shoulder. "I know baby, but when we get there, you can take your nap." You whisper heading to the familiar green Aston Martin motorhome.

"Will Nandie be there?" She yawns rubbing her eyes, you heart warms at her sweet nickname for him. Fernando and your niece have never meet, but she knew that you were dating the older one who drove the green car.

"Yes, Nora. Nandie will be there, you'll finally get to meet him." Heading up the stairs the nice cool air of the A/C hitting you both. "Nandie? NANDIE!" Nora wiggles free and bolts to where Fernando is.

Fernando knew that Nora would be staying with ya'll for an entire week, for the race Sunday. Turning around he sees an almost identical version of you running towards him.

He drops down and picks her up holding her close, she tries her hardest to wrap her little arms and legs around him. "Nandie! I'm Nora!" You giggle hearing her loud squeaky voice as she stares up at your older boyfriend.

"Hello Nora, I'm Nadie." He smiles back swaying side to side as he admires the resemblance between you and Nora. "Auntie! It's Nandie." She giggles laying her head on his shoulder.

You can see the moment Fernando melts as his large hand covers her entire back. For the rest of the day Fernando refused to let her go as he held her hand the entire time or carried her everywhere.

Throughout the week, Fernando watched as you played and helped Nora with everything. His eyes would get this look, as he watched you be a mother, the more he watched the more he craved one of his own.

One with you.

Nora was currently sleeping on Fernando's jacket as he was getting ready for the race. It was a night race, and Nora was taking a longer nap to help her get through the race.

Sitting across he watches her sleep, you notice and move sitting down on his lap, leaning into his chest. "You keep staring at her." You whisper kissing the side of his head snuggling in.

"I want one." He mummers, thumb rubbing your waist. Of course you laugh thinking he's joking. Yet, when you look down at him and see how serious he is, you freeze.

Of course you had baby fever too, but didn't think that Fernando did as well, seeing how serious he is, you smile. "Yeah, me too." You whisper kissing him gently.

He smiles his black fireproofs rubbing against your skin. "Maybe not right now, but after the race." He groans pulling away as he watches Nora curl in more on his jacket.

"Totally." You smile leaning more into Fernando who holds you tight.

God he couldn't wait to have children with you

bestie please I just thought of this, you and RBR Sebastian fucking on the villa of summer break and Mark calls you and he makes you pick up the phone and literally you are trying to not to moan in the phone

babe you are a whore. I love it. 

The sun was warm on your stomach and chest, the curtains blowing with the wind because Sebastian left the windows opened this morning. 

It was barely lunch time and Sebastian was insatiable. 

You had joined him for the two last races prior to summer break but one weekend was 80% press and 20% racing and the other was so hot, no one could function properly that he couldn’t and didn’t have the energy to fuck you. 

Sebastian made sure to whisk you off to some island, just the two of you - no one to bother you and most importantly, he could fuck you anywhere and anytime he wanted. 

Currently, he's got your legs wrapped around his hips and he’s fucking you full - literally, thanks to pillow under your hips. 

The phone rings - the sound blaring catches you both off guard. You were so sure it was his phone, some Red Bull official wanting to take your boyfriend away from you but imagine your surprise when it’s your phone ringing. 

Not only was it your phone but it was none other than your boyfriend’s teammate, Mark Webber. 

“Answer it,” Sebastian tells you, handing you the phone. You shook your head, “no, Seb - no, please.” 

Too late, Sebastian has already clicked accept and handed it back to you. 

“H-hi Mark,” you try to get out as normal as possible. Mark was none the wiser, asking you how your break was going. 

Sebastian pulls your leg over his shoulder but he’s yet to move. “It’s going good, how is- fuck!” you bite your lower lip to stop anything coming out of your mouth when Sebastian pushes into you all the way. 

“You alright sweetheart ?” Mark asks - Sebastian hated when Mark called you that; the nickname given to you out of adoration, his teammate telling you that you’re much too sweet to be dating Seb. 

“Mhm hm,” you breathe, looking up at Seb, your eyes pleading with him to stop. He gives in, pulling your other leg over his free shoulder in the meantime. 

Sebastian reaches down, his fingers trailing along the back of your thigh. “What are you and-” “Sebastian!” The name slips past your lips, airy and out of breath as it does, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. 

“Oh,” Mark chuckles awkwardly. “Uh- just call me when you’re not busy, sweets.” 

“Mhm bye Mark,” you toss the phone somewhere, not even caring where it landed. “God,” your hand pushed on his chest, “I hate you.” 

“I love you, sweetheart.” Sebastian grins. 

Man-Flu ~ Fernando Alonso

♡ Fernando Alonso x Reader

Description: Fernando has a cold but you're there to comfort him.

~fluff~

"Cariño, I think I may be dying."

"Fernando." You say softly, running a hand through his hair. "Darling, you have a cold."

Nobody could ever say your boyfriend wasn't dramatic.

The team doctor had even been around earlier in the day to check on him. All there was to it was plenty of fluids and rest.

He sniffles, "It feels worse than a cold."

You try not to smile but he's too darn cute.

"It is not funny." He says with a pout, his Spanish accent heavily lacing his words.

"You're adorable when you have the man flu." You argue as you pull the covers closer around him. "You'll be fine I promise."

"I hate being sick."

You did feel for him. Usually he was the one in control, the one whose body dictated his profession, his life.

"I know. But how about you just let me take care of you?" You suggest. "Get some rest."

He makes an affirmative noise before an attack of sneezing starts.

You make sure he's comfortable in your bed before you get downstairs to make him some chicken soup and refill his water bottle.

You're rewarded by one of Fernando's smiles when you reenter you bedroom a while later with a tray.

"Still can't sleep?" You ask.

His chest rattles with a cough, "No. Not without you beside me."

Even sick in bed, the man is still a flirt.

You climb onto the bed beside him and cajole him into drinking some soup and more water.

You go to clear the things up and leave him to get some rest.

"Don't go. Stay here with me."

You only have to take one look at him to know you can't say no to the wounded puppy look he's giving you.

So you put the tray away and lie down next to him. It doesn't take long for him to wrap himself around you like a giant koala bear.

You lie on your back and his curls up on his side and slings an arm across your torso and hitches his hip over your legs and his face resting near your neck.

It doesn't take long for his breathing to even out and you can practically feel him drifting off to sleep.

You smile at the feeling, it took a long time before Fernando had been comfortable with the notion of being vulnerable with you. He had built his entire racing persona on being tough and harsh and unreasonable.

To eveyone else he was Fernando Alonso. But with you he was just Fernando.

You must have drifted off to sleep because its dark outside when you open your eyes.

You accidently rouse Fernando from his sleep as you stretch.

He mumbles something in Spanish you don't understand and places a kiss on your neck.

You place a hand on his forehead to make sure he hasn't got a temperature and is hallucinating. But you breathe a sigh of relief when you feel his skin and its not burning up like that morning.

"What was that?" You ask

Your sigh turns to something between a moan and a laugh as he trails his kisses up your neck to behind your ear.

"I said, how did I get so lucky to have you Corazón?"

You turned your head so you can look in his eyes.

"I'm the lucky one." You argue with a pout you know is his weakness.

He shakes his head and gently takes the hand you had checked his temperature with and places a kiss on the back of it. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Fernando smiles as if he's just been told he's won another world championship.

"Now, time for you to eat something and get a good night's sleep, you will feel better tomorrow." You tell him.

He shrugs, seemingly having forgotten his self pity party, "I already feel better with you here."

"Well, it's a good thing I'm not going anywhere." You tell him and seal your promise with a kiss

hi bestie 🫶🏻 i read that your reqs are open for valentine's day and i'm so sorry that i keep talking about mick but the content is just. giving me life during finals phase i'm sorry🫠

but what do you think about reader preparing a special striptease for him for day that ends up with her riding his thigh? perhaps with prompt 35

sorry if this is too specific or not specific enough, it’s my first time properly requesting 🙈

- 🐣

all good babe! // prompt:  “you’re so filthy… all this for me? how cute.”

His first points was a huge accomplishment and you two have yet to properly celebrate his success. 

Mick’s mum and sister has joined you two for the race and you didn’t wanna take away from his time with them so you celebrated with them instead of you two alone. 

The next day he had a flight so you two didn’t really get time together until now, when you returned home. 

You decided you’d finally put that set you bought a while ago to good use; red with all the straps and bow, the full nine yards. Mick had no idea what you were up to, he was busy catching up on this new show his sister had told him about, the tv keeping him busy long enough that you were to get ready and walk down. 

Mick’s eyes move from the tv to you the moment he saw you. You walked down, sitting yourself on his lap and straddling him. He’s yet to see what you have on under the button up you pulled on. 

There was a bit of red lace peeking out seeing that you didn’t full button up the top but Mick was nothing if not patient. “You look nice,” he tells you, a hand on your waist as he smiles at you. 

“Thank you, baby.” You smiled back at him, his eyes fixed on your hands as you slowly unbuttoned the top. The fabric pooled behind you down, draped over his lap. 

“All this for me?” He admired the woman on his lap, his hand rubbing up your side. “All for you,” you leaned into him, kissing him as you hand rests on his jaw. 

Mick shifts you into his thigh, his hands moving you back and forth slowly. You can feel the panties and the denim on his jeans brush over your clit, your face buried in the crook of his neck. Your boyfriend whispered the filthiest things to you but his voice sweet like honey and you’re putty in his hands. 

You wanted nothing more than for Mick to fuck you but he was a bit too preoccupied with how pretty you looked to let you get undressed. He could feel how wet you were on his thigh and a glance down confirmed it. 

“You’re so filthy.. all this for me? How cute.” He mumbles, the words bringing a blush to your cheeks.