Engraved In My Brain

Engraved in my brain

for anon’s request: How about Lewis’ Daughter!reader like innocent and protected but Max completely makes her submit to him like actual love that she thinks Lewis is the bad guy for tryna come between their relationship? (Made it Lewis’ sister!)

Gods & Monsters ♥️

Max Verstappen x Hamilton!Reader

For Anon’s Request: How About Lewis’ Daughter!reader Like Innocent And Protected But Max Completely

You got that medicine I need, fame liquor love, give it to me slowly…

As Lewis Hamilton’s younger, innocent sister, you’re desperate to prove yourself as an upcoming racer. Your family never seems to take you seriously, though, and after a fall out you end up training under Max Verstappen - your brother’s arch rival. Max promises he’ll train you to become the next world champion…as long as you do everything he asks.

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, innocent virgin Hamilton! Reader, dark manipulative! Max, VERY dubcon, blindfolds, size kink, somnophilia, ayo this is DARK!! 😙

Growing up, you and your big brother Lewis were presented with two options. Either succeed, or fail to live upto the Hamilton name. Both your parents were incredibly hardworking and sacrificing - but all their attention would always go to their firstborn, the much older, bigger and better Hamilton. You were just as good as Lewis had been when starting out, spending every weekend on the track and dominating the junior karting races - but when it came time for you to progress into formula cars, your brother and father had chuckled, patting your head and saying it might be a bit too much for you, you were a lot smaller and younger than Lewis, after all. Maybe you should just stick to karting for now, or had you considered going into car design, you got pretty good grades in uni and that’s a much safer option?

You were understandably upset at the lack of opportunity to prove your last name. So you tried to sneak onto the F1 paddock, chatting up the team principals in the hope that they would recognise you from the karting podiums and recruit you into their junior teams-

But Lewis had caught on unbelievably fast, a tight smile and redirecting hand on your back as he led you out of the McLaren garage. We discussed this, baby sis Lewis said as you walked back to the Mercedes hospitality. He was never one to raise his voice but you could tell from his tone he was disappointed. You tried to argue again, saying that it wasn’t fair, you were a good driver too, but Lewis cut you off with a stern look. It’s not safe for you. The guys who race here - they aren’t like me, lil sis. You can’t trust any of them. I’m sorry, but you should stay in karting.

You’d slumped in resignation, briefly looking into the Redbull garage as you walked past - the only team you hadn’t yet gone to talk to. And home to perhaps the only driver who could understand the pressure you felt to live upto your father’s expectation - current reigning champion, Max Verstappen. Otherwise known as the bane of your family’s existence. He’d been the one to break your big brother’s winning streak, the subject of many a heated family discussion over the dinner table about how to defeat in a race. Truly, you hadn’t seen your big brother hate someone before until the day Max had crashed into him, sending him to the hospital and your heart rate into 200bpm as you prayed for his safety. Lewis had been fine, but his winning streak had not as Max went onto P1 that race.

So you had always learnt to stay far, far away from Mad Max. But last year when you’d been having a hard time on one of your karting races, and you paced back and forth during the red flag because normally you’d ask Lewis for help but he had started coming less often these days - you were interrupted by a knock on the door. You ran to open it, thinking your brother had decided to come after all - only to crane your head up to meet the handsome face of the tall Dutch Redbull driver. You’d immediately flushed, on guard just like your family had taught you to be and asking what he was doing - but he had kindly ignored your rudeness and said he happened to be here for another friend and had seen your race, did you need some advice?

You’d been so desperate to win that you had let him in, looking around to make sure no paparazzi had seen as you were sure Lewis would ban you permanently from karting if he caught a whiff of this. To your suprise, Max was so helpful and supportive, giving you excellent pointers and aggressive strategies your brother would never dare guide you towards. You’d gone onto win P1, and after the podium had excitedly gone to find Max and thank him. Of course, schat, he’d replied easily, a handsome smile on his face, making you blush. Since then Max had always been there to guide you at your races, making you win multiple competitions to celebrate together or comfort you after a loss. Your family had no idea, of course, because they would skin both you and Max alive if they ever knew about your close friendship.

But now, things were starting to reach a boiling point as your relationship with your brother became tense as he actively tried to deter your formula career. And Max - your kind, considerate friend Max - had definitely noticed this. So he casually informed you that the Redbull academy was recruiting, and personally drove you the trials the next week, and welcomed your excited hug into his broad arms afterwards as you sailed into P1 and were offered an immediate spot on the Redbull F2 team, so grateful that the older, experienced driver had taken such a genuine interest in your racing, unlike your own family.

When you tried to break the good news to your family, shit had obviously hit the fan and they demanded that you decline the position. It’s not that I’m not proud of you sis, Lewis had sighed. It’s that you cannot trust Max Verstappen, seriously - he only thinks about himself. He’ll definitely hurt you or use you to hurt me.

You had screamed and cried, saying that Max had been the only one to look out for you these last few months. You’d called the Dutchman for advice, sniffling and saying I’m sorry Maxie, they won’t let me go, I have to decline-

He’d gently interrupted and reminded you that you’re an adult, you know schat? And an incredibly talented driver. You should put yourself first for a change. You’d hesitated, because you’d never done anything without your family closely supervising you before - but where would you go, you say confused. You didn’t know anyone - you know me, Max offered. Come stay at mine while you sort things out, but don’t let it delay starting your F2 season.

You’d started crying again, telling the Dutch driver how lucky you were to have him as a friend. And that’s how you found yourself tucked into his much larger frame, on his private jet en route to Monaco, fast asleep from the emotionally charged day as he lovingly kissed your forehead. And your temporary residence at his penthouse dragged into months into an indefinite stay as he insisted it was safer for you, given the papparazzi that had gone crazy at the youngest Hamilton sibling switching sides - just for now, until it dies down. You’d gratefully accepted, becoming accustomed to his luxurious lifestyle and wanting to be in close proximity to Max. It was hard to control the thumping of your heart as you scolded yourself internally for your crush on the tall driver, who you were sure only saw you as a junior driver to guide.

Before the season started, Max had warned you that your family would interfere and try to turn you against him. You hadn’t taken it seriously, but when Lewis approached you at your first race, demanded to speak to you in person after you’d been blocking his calls for days, Max had been all to happy to get security to escort him away after you’d started becoming upset, just like he knew you would. Don’t pay any mind to him, schat. He’s probably just jealous of your success.

You’d found that hard to believe, because although your big brother had a few annoying traits, he would always be genuinely happy about your wins. But Max had planted the seed of doubt that began to crumble your inner self worth, questioning if your big bro had only been holding you back because he wanted to remain the family champion. Remaining on edge, your anxiety began damaging your racing and dropping you in the rankings. You slept fretfully, paranoid that you were going to be benched and would be forced to go home in humiliation and hear your family’s we told you so.

You let Max climb into your bed one night when he heard your muffled cries, running a soothing hand up and down your back, hungrily enjoying the view of your thick ass as your silky nightie rode up while you sobbed into his strong chest. And when you opened up about all your worries, it was only natural that he offered to be the one to train you, being the current world champion and all, right? You had lit up, so delighted that he had offered, flushed because truly you’d never met anyone so kind and giving like him.

And Max - well, he would never let an opportunity to get back at Lewis slide by. Training his precious little sister, the one he always protectively hid away from the rest of the grid? Oh, it was almost too perfect, he thought darkly. And it was an added bonus that you were so gorgeous, all dark curls, innocent doe eyes and a soft, curvy 5 foot figure under his almost 6 foot frame. But my training is intense, schat. Very strict. He made you promise that you’d do whatever he asked, no matter how you felt, because it was the only way to win - and that you couldn’t tell anyone else about his top secret training methods, especially your big brother. You’d eagerly nodded your agreement, looking up at him with starry eyes and saying Yes Maxie, of course, I trust you, thank you so much for offering, I’m so grateful!

As the weeks went by, Max proved himself to be the best mentor you could ask for. You two would train together, going on morning jogs, drinking the same protein smoothies, discussing the best overtaking techniques. All the time you two spent together made rumours fly around the paddock about the exact nature of your relationship - but Max dismissed them all with a roll of his eyes, telling you that it was so sexist of people to assume you were his girlfriend and not his junior driver. You’d agreed, althought you couldn’t help feeling disappointed that Max didn’t seem to think about you in a romantic sense at all.

Your rankings started improving, but Max had said that you needed a lot more work if you wanted to reach P1, especially given your smaller size compared to the rest of the drivers. You nodded eagerly, curious when he easily picked you up and deposited you in between his thick thighs on his sim rig, ordering you to show him your driving. You’d been doing so well until he started brushing his large hands across your soft waist and whispering naughty things in your ear about how sexy you looked, how hard it was to resist you every night while you slept right next door to him. You’d squealed, confused and asking just what he was doing - Trying to test your ability to focus, to avoid any distractions, Max replies disapprovingly as your car crashed on the screen. Clearly, you have a lot of work to do. This isn’t good enough!

Oh, you’d replied, feeling foolish for thinking anything romantic of it. Max didn’t like you like that, after all. So you two resumed the daily sessions, him torturing you for hours with caresses all over your body, squeezing your soft tits and pinching your nipples through your tight camisoles, and sliding large fingers up the skirt he’d always make you wear to tease your embarrassingly damp slit. You’d gone pink in the face when he first felt it, stuttering out apologies but he just sweetly reassured you that it wasn’t your fault, just a normal reaction - like this, he’d said, pulling your small waist back so you grinded on something very large and hard tucked into his sweats. You’d never felt something like that before, having never had a boyfriend since your family always kept you under their protective eye.

But it felt sooo good, you thought guiltily, hoping Max wouldn’t mind when you would be unable to resist grinding against him some sessions. He never seemed to care, instead progressing you to the next level by slipping his cock out of his sweats one night and letting it bounce up against your most innocent parts. You had gone wide eyed seeing it for the first time, not expecting it to look soo big and thick and angry, making your stomach twist in fear. But it was business as usual as Max angrily scolded you for becoming distracted, making you restart as he began gliding his cock along your puffy little cunny- always separated by your soaked lace panties, of course.

Once you had become a master at being laser focused, he made you develop your senses next. A good driver is always in tune with the feel, the smell, the sound of the car, he explains. You don’t question him, obediently drooping onto your thick ass in front of his spread thighs as he wraps a silk tie across your eyes. You bite your lip from the sudden disorientation, feeling nervous, but Max’s large palm comfortingly strokes your hair. At his command you poke your tongue out and hold your palms up, waiting for the first test and he almost groans out loud from your sweet gullibility. You correctly identify a bunch of different exotic tasting fruits, specific switches and buttons on the replica steering wheel - and sassy, you giggle, when you feel Max’s cat climb into your lap. He muses that he’s going to have to give you something harder to figure out cause you’re so good as this, making you blush from the praise. You curiously hear a rustle as he steps closer and then he guides your small hands to something very long and thick. You experimentally rub your hands along it, hearing Max hiss. A banana? You say dumbly after a few beats, Cucumber?

Wrong, Max says, sounding a bit breathless. Why don’t you taste it, hmm? You diligently lick the tip of it with your delicate tongue, not recognising the heady, salty taste, and begin licking more and more as you become determined to figure it out. You don’t know how many minutes have passed but you aren’t any closer to guessing it, instead saying It tastes really good, Maxie, what is it? You hear him swear, grip tightening in your hair, and then he orders you to open your mouth wide to get a proper taste, his normally deep voice even huskier than normal. You feel him trace your plush lips with his thumb, making you feel that dirty tingly feeling in between your legs again, before the mysterious warm and thick length is shoved down your throat, making you gag uncontrollably. You whine, trying to pull back and breathe, but Max’s strong hand doesn’t let up as he roughly shoves it in and out of your tight mouth.

Tears drip down your cheeks at the intensity and you’re drooling messily, but Max doesn’t seem to care one bit and you might’ve imagined it but you thought you hear the click of multiple photos being taken. Guessed what it is yet, schat? Max asks mockingly, and you whine, shaking your head. Too bad, maybe this will help you figure it out. He pushes the whole length past your lips as you feel something thick and creamy flood your mouth, giving you no option but to swallow it, licking your lips to try figure out the taste. Afterwards, Max had gently taken the blindfold off, revealing his flushed face, and wipes your tears away sweetly. Sorry I didn’t get the last answer, you say guiltily, upset that you had no clue. It’s alright, doll, Max reassured, I’m sure you’ll get it next time, yeah?

Another thing that you needed to improve was your endurance and stamina. F2 races were a lot more demanding than karting, Max pointed out, noticing how tired you would be after a race. He increased the frequency of your runs and workouts, always helping you stretch before and letting his dark gaze hungrily linger on your pliant body underneath him. You’d wear the cutest little yoga shorts and sports bras, leaving your sensitive chocolate-toned skin on display for him, and it was almost too easy to accidentally slide in between your legs or brush the swell of your breasts as he stretched you out, bending your legs right back up over your head and leaving you breathless. But it wasn’t enough for Max as you consistently scored on the podium now but never P1. So he proposed the ultimate endurance training, that all the F1 drivers did regularly - fucking.

Fu-you mean, making love?! You’d shrieked hysterically, whipping your head up as he brought it up casually when you two were watched a movie, cuddled up on the couch. He’d smirked, Sure darling, making love.

You’d looked nervous, like a deer in headlights, telling him you weren’t sure, you felt uncomfortable doing that for the first time…but Max’s stormy expression left no room for discussion. Everyone on the grid does it, all the time. Even your older brother, he said condescendingly. It’s a pretty good stress relief. Trust me, your driving will become so much faster.

You innocently eat up Max’s blatant lies, hesitantly asking if you should get a boyfriend then, that cute engineer from the Redbull garage had asked you out after all- No! Max says heatedly, glaring furiously at the thought of some other man laying their hands on what belonged to him. You look at him, confused how he expects you to- I mean, no, it’s fine schat, it’s part of your training after all, so I’ll take care of you, okay?

You flushed prettily, biting your lip and squeezing your thighs together at the thought of Max taking your virginity, as your romantic feelings had only grown the more time you spent with him. And soon enough, later that night, Max had climbed into your bed again to find you shyly waiting for him, dressed in that silky nightie he liked. Pulling it up over your hips, he moved your lace panties to the side and made you blush as he hungrily eyed your dripping innocence, just like he’d done many times while you’d been peacefully sleeping, unaware of the twisted desires your mentor had for you. He’d then stretched you out on his thick fingers, then replaced them with his even thicker cock - no condom, of course - sickly enjoying the tears streaming down your face as you sweetly moaned from pain and pleasure. Within minutes he was claiming you as his, sending you spiralling into orgasm after orgasm, screaming his name as you fell apart from overstimulation.

Max smirked at your small frame that was now passed out below him - you’d need a lot more training if this is all you could handle, he thought darkly as he gripped your petite waist, easily continuing to move you up and down his fat cock like a ragdoll. You moan blissfully in your sleep as he stretched out your virgin cunny. Maybe multiple times a day, Max decided, cause you just felt too damn good. In his bed next time, on the kitchen counter, in your driver’s room before the race and then maybe again after- and at least once in a hotel room where he neighboured Lewis. He could just imagine your wide eyes, teary from panic as you struggled to keep your moans quiet, begging him Maxie please, please not so rough as his thrusts repeatedly banged the headboard against the wall, making it clear to his rival just what kind of filthy things Max Verstappen was doing to his precious little sister.

The dirty, twisted thought makes him cum with a guttural moan, pumping you full of his generous load as he buries his face in between your pretty tits to lick and bite at them. But what Max most looked forward to was the look on Lewis’ face when you would eventually show up to the paddock one day, F2 trophy in hand and a glittering rock on your ring finger to match, beaming in anticipation of replacing the Hamilton surname with Verstappen.

And no, Max would not be inviting him to the wedding.

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A/N: ok anyways. This is a ridiculous amount of smut for me to have churned out in less than a day I need to touch some grass 🙏 as always lmk what you think and send in some more requests!

F1 Kinktober 2024

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Side note: these fics will likely involve other kinks/themes but the named kink/theme for that day will be the main focus of the fic

Day 1: Wax Play - Lewis Hamilton

Day 2: Restraints - Lando Norris

Day 3: Choking - Carlos Sainz

Day 4: Breeding kink - Oscar Piastri

Day 5: Size kink - Max Verstappen

Day 6: Dom/Sub - Jenson Button

Day 7: Threesome - Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri

Day 8: Love bites - Lando Norris

Day 9: Praise kink - Charles Leclerc

Day 10: Brat - Max Verstappen

Day 11: Mirror sex - Logan Sargeant

Day 12: Begging - Lewis Hamilton

Day 13: Morning sex - Oscar Piastri

Day 14: Daddy kink - Fernando Alonso

Day 15: Car sex - Lando Norris

Day 16: Somnophilia - Lando Norris (Dark fic)

Day 17: Mile high club - Max Verstappen

Day 18: Collar - Oscar Piastri (Dark fic)

Day 19: Face sitting - Carlos Sainz

Day 20: Temperature play - Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz

Day 21: Cockwarming - Charles Leclerc

Day 22: Public sex - Oscar Piastri

Day 23: Spitroast - Max Verstappen/Daniel Ricciardo (Dark fic)

Day 24: Toys - Max Verstappen

Day 25: Anal - Lando Norris (Dark fic)

Day 26: Edging + Orgasm denial - Oscar Piastri

Day 27: Overstimulation - Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz

Day 28: Free use - Lando Norris

Day 29: Shower sex - Max Verstappen

Day 30: Stress relief - Lando Norris

Day 31: Hunters/prey - Lando/Max/Oscar (Dark/Horror fic)

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unknownmystery22

4 years ago

Happy Accidents

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: You and your secret boyfriend, Sebastian were stuck inside during quarantine. It wasn’t until you decide to go live on Instagram when he accidentally reveals something he shouldn’t have.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Sebastian being a dork, just pure fluff

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“How’s everybody doing?” you asked as you stared at your phone. You grinned, watching the views increase and the comments come through. You were currently sitting on your bed and live on Instagram. After being trapped inside the house for almost two months, you’ve run out of things to do. You tried learning the guitar, studying new recipes to cook, making out with your secret celebrity boyfriend, and pretty much anything else to appease your boredom.

You were quarantining with your boyfriend of 6 months, Sebastian Stan, one of your co-stars from the Marvel franchise. The two of you agreed to keep the relationship away from the public eye for now, but a lot of fans have already been speculating that there was something going on between you and Sebastian.

The fans started noticing the chemistry between the two of you when you were doing press for Civil War, but you were still just crushing on each other that time. However things escalated when you were spotted together out on a date in New York, but you and Sebastian never really confirmed it. Whenever Sebastian was asked about the status of your relationship, he would cover it up and start talking about how the two of you were just very close. Whenever you were asked about it, you would claim that you were just good friends.

“What have you been doing during quarantine?”

“Mainly just trying out new hobbies,” you started, “I tried to learn new things to cook, but that didn’t really work out.”

“Who are you quarantining with?”

“I’m with a really good friend,” you didn’t want to lie to them, but it was a mutual decision for both you and Sebastian to keep your relationship a secret for now.

You laughed as you saw a few comments come through and tried to play it off as if you hadn’t read them.

“Is ‘a really good friend’ Seb’s new nickname?”

“omg imagine if she was quarantining with Seb”

“isn’t that seb’s background in one of his videos?”

You shrugged them off and continued to answer other questions.

A few minutes later, Sebastian came barging into your shared bedroom. “Hey, babe, what do you want for dinner?” he asked, unaware that thousands of people could hear him. You sat there and stared at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to say. Sebastian stared back, eyebrows furrowed and confused at your behavior.

“What?” he asked again. Both of you were silent for a few seconds until you finally managed to utter, “I’m doing a live.”

“OMG WAS THAT SEBASTIAN”

“WAIT IS SHE ACTUALLY QUARANTINING WITH SEB”

“HE CALLED HER BABE I’M SCREAMING”

“THAT WAS DEFINITELY SEB”

“Y’ALL I’M ABOUT TO FLIP”

Sebastian’s eyes widened as he froze in his spot, muttering a soft “oh”. Your eyes scanned over the comments that were flooding in and let out a laugh. Seb sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, cringing at himself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

You waved it off and offered him a reassuring smile. “It’s alright,” you chuckled, “the cat’s out of the bag now so there’s really no point in denying it anymore.” You motioned for him to come over to where you were seated and he obliged.

Gently sitting beside you on the bed, he slowly entered the frame making the fans go wild.

“YOOOO IT’S CONFIRMED”

“AAAAA MY SHIP”

“*AGGRESSIVE CUTE NOISES*”

“MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS DURING QUARANTINE”

“Hi, guys!” Seb chirped. “Hope you’re all doing well,” He squinted his eyes and pointed towards the screen, “What with all the hearts?”

“It’s how many people liked the live, you old man.” you explained, holding back your laughter at his cluelessness when it comes to social media. “Well, while you’re here, let’s answer a few questions.”

“WHAT ARE YOU UP TO”

“Just really trying to stay productive,” Seb answered to which you protested, “That’s a lie, I mostly do the work in the house.” Seb let out an offended gasp, “I let you quarantine with me in my house and this is how you treat me?”

You bursted in a fit of giggles as his fingers crawled up to your sides, tickling your waist. You slapped his hands away and turned back to your phone.

“LOOK AT THEM THEY’RE ADORABLE”

“I’M DYING THIS IS TOO CUTE”

“What’s gonna happen to TFATWS?”

“Good question,” you said, pointing to the comment so Seb could see. “Yeah, production’s on hold, but we’ll get back to it as soon as this whole thing blows over.”

“HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TOGETHER?”

“Are we together?” Seb teased, turning to face you. You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out. He chuckled before putting an arm around you and placing a kiss on your temple. “Six months in and I haven’t messed anything up—“

“Yet,” you mumbled, causing him to playfully push your head out of the frame. “She loves me, guys, trust me.” he smirked.

And that was how you revealed your relationship to the public. Ever since that live, Seb became a regular to your Instagram escapades where you both would just sit around and answer questions that the fans would throw at you.

“Is (Y/N) a great roommate”

“No, she’s the worst. She thinks it’s okay for her to strut around my house looking that cute and not expect me to be all over her,” Sebastian ranted, instantly making you turn red.

Other times you’d just set your phone down on the table as you and Seb ate.

“Well, what do you think?” Seb asked as he watched you take a bite of his newest food creation. Your face twisted into what only looked like a mixture of disgust, shock, and pure terror.

“It’s good, baby,” you managed to say through your pursed lips, “really good.”

“LMAO SHE’S TOTALLY LYING”

And sometimes you just let the fans see what you and Seb do in your day-to-day quarantine lives.

“Baby, could you pass me the sugar,” you requested, holding your hand out towards Sebastian. You were currently trying to bake a batch of brownies in front of a few thousands fans for your live.

Your head snapped towards his direction when you felt his hand on top of yours. “That isn’t sugar,” you pointed out. “No, but I’m just as sweet.” he claimed, letting out a laugh as you lightly smacked him on his shoulder.

“THEY’RE SO CUTE TOGETHER IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY”

“Find me someone who looks at me how Seb looks at (Y/N)”

“I have a bf and this made me feel so single”

It wasn’t exactly how you imagined it would go down, but you were more than happy about how things turned out and you couldn’t ask for a better quarantine buddy.

A/N: I know I said I was working on a Peter one, but this suddenly sprung up and I had to do it. I hope you enjoyed!

Feel free to send requests! ❤️

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unknownmystery22

4 years ago

Stuck With You

Summary: you have a new song and need a music video to go with it. You enlist your husband’s help. Corona Chronicles w/ Chris Evans!

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Reader

A/N: Obviously inspired by the song.

Chris held your phone in his hands filming you and he’s got a baby strapped to his chest. The two of you are walking the trails by your shared Massachusetts home. He had suggested it since your newborn baby girl can’t seem to sleep unless she’s moving and you need to send off footage for your song collab that you’re doing with Justin Bieber. Dodger chose to stay home with Scott.

You’re singing the song as you walk backwards. Both of you have an AirPod in with your song playing. Your husband wasn’t happy about the song especially since you were in labor while recording your vocals. He was freaking out and wanting to get you to the hospital ASAP.

“So lock the door/ And throw out the key/ Can't fight this no more,” you sang to your smiling husband. “It's just you and me/ And there's nothing I, nothing I, I can do/ I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you.”

You point your finger at the camera and stopped. You come closer.

“So go ahead and drive me insane/ Baby, run your mouth,” you sang.

You grabbed your phone and flipped it so Chris is in the shot as well.

“I still wouldn't change being stuck with you,” he sang coming closer to you and putting his arm around you.

“Stuck with you, stuck with you,” you sang with your husband. “I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you, baby.”

You faced him and he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. The music continues playing in one ear for the both of you. You part from him and he grins pressing a kiss to his daughter’s head. You stop the video.

“I think that was good,” you said and play the video back.

“Well, I’m pretty sure it’s due to my amazing camera work,” Chris said.

You loop your arm with Chris’s and start walking.

“You definitely got the steady hands,” you said.

“It’s exactly why we have Charlie,” he said.

You smacked him upside the head and he gasped.

“Sorry, my hand slipped,” you said.

“Little shit. I’d tackle you right now if my baby girl wasn’t in this wrap,” Chris said placing a hand on her tiny head.

You chuckled and rested your head against his bicep looking at your sleeping little girl.

“You know, the world will finally figure out about us,” you said.

“It’s about time! I’m done reading articles about who you might be quarantining with,” Chris said. “I still can’t believe that nobody figured out that you were pregnant.”

“It’s only because I wore your hoodies and sweaters,” you said. “I barely left the house too, babes. This’ll be bigger than Kylie Jenner’s pregnancy.”

“Well, baby, we’ve been hiding a marriage as well as hiding a pregnancy and a baby,” he said holding your hand. “And your fans hate me after I tweeted about one of your songs.”

“If I remember correctly, you tweeted something along the lines of “god, another song. I wonder who it’s written about this time,”” you said.

“And let’s not forget the eye roll emoji was involved too, hun,” Chris added.

You grinned looking up at him and said, “it was the greatest thing I had ever seen. It was pure chaos.”

“Remember when TMZ reported it?” He asked.

You nodded.

“God, they painted me as an asshole,” he laughed. “Some people were trying to petition to have me removed as Captain America. It was in headlines everywhere.”

“That was hilarious especially since nobody knew that the song was about you,” you said.

“And I get another under my belt,” Chris smiled putting his arm around you.

“You pretty much have a whole album, baby,” you said.

“You should name your next one “Chris”,” he said.

You shook your head no and he pouted.

“Your ego will grow and I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it,” you said.

“But, darling,” your husband whined pulling you closer as the two of you cross over a small wooden bridge.

“We’ll see. But I wanna film a bit more,” you said.

“Fine. —We should pull Scott and Dodger in,” Chris suggested.

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unknownmystery22

4 years ago

CHRIS EVANS As ANDY BARBER Defending Jacob, 2020

CHRIS EVANS as ANDY BARBER Defending Jacob, 2020

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unknownmystery22

4 years ago

This is AWESOME!!!!!!

Lost on You

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Peter Parker x Sister!Reader Steve Rogers x Reader Avengers x Reader; Hybrid Social Media AU

Summary: Y/N Parker is Peter’s older sister. She is ten years older than Peter, making her 26 years-old. She is also an Avenger, her powers are very similar to Wanda’s; telekinesis, mind reading, teleportation, and elemental bending. She has been an Avenger far longer than Peter, and like Peter her identity is kept a secret. As well as being an Avenger she works in the lab alongside Tony, she is a science genius. She has also been dating Steve Rogers for the past 3 years. Their relationship is as great as it can possibly be, that is until Steve does something that has Y/n questioning not only their entire relationship, but her place in the Avengers. It opens her eyes to how much of her life has revolved around Steve and work. Never really experiencing life like everyone else her age has.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Epilogue *part 1*

Epilogue *part 2*

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unknownmystery22

11 months ago

One Day We'll Be Old - Lewis Hamilton

Summary: Lewis is struggling with Mercedes and after some rational words and maybe a little slap of truth he'd been too petty to admit. He begins to think about what the rest of his life with his girlfriend looks like and how long he's really got with her.

Old soul/very rational and calm!reader

No part 2 requests please

Y/n smiles clapping her hands at her boyfriend as he walk towards the Mercedes unit after the finishing the media duties. He looks defeated and when he scoops her up in a hug she can feel his need to just be with someone who he feels safe and loved by.

Mercedes as a team loves and cares for Lewis but the actions on track don't feel like that and he's struggling to keep his head held high.

"It's ok. you did good. I'm so proud of you." Y/n smiles as he seems to hide his face in her neck while she gently rubs his back. "We've got a flight out of here back home in a couple hours. Debrief quick and then we can go."

"Yep. Let's make it quick." Lewis sighs earning nod before he kisses her. "I love you."

"I love you too. Let's get you moving." Y/n whispers her smile and soft voice seeming to bring a smile to his face.

Y/n does put effort in to reassure him and it works every time but really anyone who knows Lewis knows that she brings comfort to him and soothes him just from being present and there. Even just holding her hand settles him from any spike in emotion or nerves that he's been feeling.

The age gap earns judgement but y/n is an old soul who honestly is probably more mature than anyone that works in F1. Even more mature than Lewis himself.

Y/n sighs as they get into the first class section and she looks at her boyfriend as she gets him to take the window seat.

His mood still hadn't lifted much and y/n knows better than to push him into a good mood when he's not ready to be pushed into it.

One thing he does in a silent request for her touch is move the arm rest up making her smile and move to hug him. His tight hold giving her a sense of his emotions without any words.

She sighs tucking her hand under his top and just rubbing his skin with her hand to try and relax him at least enough to get through the flight without letting his upset get the better of him. And thankfully he falls asleep with no problem.

It's not too long of a flight so y/n doesn't end up sleeping instead managing to corral a flight attendant into getting her book from her carry on and starts reading while still in Lewis' hold. Making the mental note to give them a tip before they get off the flight.

"Are you reading more filth while on top of me?" Lewis questions making her look up at him grinning as she gently swats his thigh. "That's a yes."

"I read it for the plot."

"The plot being sex-you know you have me for that in real life right?" Lewis smirks while she jams the bookmark in and tucks it aside.

"Feeling in a better mood then?" Y/n asks softly earning a small nod. "We can talk about it at home if you need to."

And when they get off the flight with y/n making sure to tip the flight attendant for his aid with her book, then they head home and after a lot of cuddles with Roscoe who is over the moon to see his dad return home.

"Come on then, tell me what's happening." Y/n sighs as she gives him one of his pre-made meals from his chef who obviously keeps him on his diet and makes actually some of the best vegan meals she's ever seen. "I can't help if I don't know what you're thinking and as much as I pretend I'm a mind reader, I actually can't ."

Lewis smiles at his girlfriend's honestly. If there's one thing she should teach classes in, it's good communication. In fact it's almost communication to an extreme. She has such open communication style that Lewis is sometimes amazed by it.

"I knew leaving the team would come with the risk of being isolated and not favoured in races. But I thought the history would at least look past that." Lewis admits earning a softened expression. "It's not like it's everyone."

"It was a risk you too though, they feel betrayed by you too." Y/n states since she understands that Lewis has struggled with Mercedes for a couple years. "They're hurting that you're leaving because it feels like they gave you a lot of what you have and...now they're struggling you're leaving a sinking ship rather than staying with the team as they try to keep it a float...the way you feel now is how they felt discovering you're leaving."

Lewis hates that she's right and he hates even more to know that he's bringing any hurt to the team who may not have started his career in F1 but they certainly gave him so much.

"Just wait because they'll regret being like this and you can leave knowing you gave it your everything to work with them." Y/n smiles lightly then taking another breath in. "But you could stop with the comments to the media, it won't aid you if you want one last win with them."

"I'm not sure if I want a final win. They don't seem to care and I doubt they'd be there...Australia and Singapore gave me enough evidence for that." Lewis mutters which does really just break y/n's heart.

"You know...Michael Schumacher retired in Ferrari and came back into Mercedes before retiring again but everyone associates him with Ferrari no matter that he didn't end with them as a world champion in his final season." Y/n states while Lewis watches her knowing exactly what she's going to say. "You can leave Mercedes, but Mercedes will never leave you. It's ingrained into you. So you can either embrace the last few months or you can spend them fighting. Would you not rather have the ability to say you did everything to end on a good note even if they did nothing to work with you for the same?"

Now this is how Lewis knows y/n is a better person than him and maybe he'd say it's easy for her to suggest that he be the bigger person. But in the same way he knows she right on a moral level.

Two wrongs have never mad a right. Them wronging him doesn't give justice for him to diss the entire team when it's not the entire team hurting him. Many are doing their best to give him the best last year with them.

But he's feeling petty after that race and he's annoyed because George's had a scrappy race at best. Too many mistakes to justify him getting the podium.

Lewis ended up taking Roscoe out for a walk and when he gets back he finds y/n actually doing the house chores that he usually relies on his housekeeper to do. Soft music playing to fill the silence, just loud enough that she definitely hasn't realised he's back.

Y/n is just humming to herself sorting through their dirty clothes before she tosses them in the washing machine before disappearing into the closet while Lewis smirks and follows her.

It maybe is a little alarming that she's not noticed him in the slightest. But he also kind of likes seeing what she does when he's not around.

Seeing her in the closet he watches her reach into some of his hung up hoodies, some of which he's definitely never worn, before pulling it on since actually Monaco isn't as warm as she'd wish for it to be right now.

While she's pulling it on, he takes the opportunity to creep up on her and wraps his arms around her just as her head pops through the head hole. No surprise she jumps and he manages to shift his head back narrowly avoiding being head butted from her body jumping and spinning to see where he's gone.

"Lewis-when did you get back?" Y/n gasps making him smile at her.

"A few minutes ago. You were putting stuff in the washing machine." Lewis shrugs. "It's nice getting a peek at what you do when I'm not around."

"Not the most exciting or thrilling stuff." Y/n laughs lightly before she leans her head back to look at him more. "You seem to be in a better mood."

"I am. Much better mood." Lewis assures her while she smiles softly and kisses him. "I have you to thank, even if you are annoyingly kind and maybe too good for this world. You're right about wanting to be the bigger person."

"Well, the backhanded compliments are an interesting way to say I'm right but I'll take it."

"I do think, even with a few years left in the sport...we should talk." Lewis states making her almost step back with an uncertain look. "I'm trying to follow your lead with open communication."

Y/n looks at him with a raised eyebrow before she nods and gestures for them to get into the living room to have the talk since the closet doesn't exactly feel like the comfortable place for serious discussions.

After sitting down Lewis begins to feel the who idea of this discussion set him on edge a little.

"We've never really talked about the future with us." Lewis states making her raise her look at him in shock.

"No, we haven't...I didn't want to scare you." Y/n laughs lightly then sighing lightly with a smile. "What does our future look like to you?"

"You do make me want to settle down a little. But I have to finish the job with Ferrari. That's about 3 years...will you wait?" Lewis asks making her smile a little.

"That's a pretty big as for someone as young and with so much more life left in me." Y/n sighs leaning back with a faux solemn expression. "This was really just meant to be a bit of fun for a little bit."

A little bit in this case being now nearly 2 years.

"You're such a tease." Lewis laughs knowing she's only playing it up to mock him for even needing to ask if she'd wait for him to finish his F1 career as a driver.

"Lewis, neither of us are old yet. Just because you're coming to the end of your career as an F1 driver-a very long career that you should be so proud of...because I know everyone else is so proud of you. But when you do retire, it's a new life that you've got a lot of living to do in. And I'm going to be there with you throughout it all. Unless you decide you want rid of me...in which case I'll probably cry and take forever to get over you, but I hope we spend a long time living together."

"So if one day...sooner or later, I proposed or we starting hitting other milestones. You'd stick around and be happy?"

"Lewis, you make me so happy every single day and I know you give me a lot of credit for being the way I am...but you've influenced me to be a happier person even if you don't realise it." Y/n smiles moving closer to him. "You've really taught me how to actually have fun in life and not be that serious even if I am still...pretty serious about everything."

Lewis smiles pulling her over to straddle him with a sigh as he rubs her thighs.

"You have my promise, I'll be here every step of the rest of your career and after that, I'll be there to live our life together. You've got a hell of a long time with me." Y/n promises earning a grin. "And never ever think that you've got any less time in this world than me. Ok? One day we'll be old, but it's not any time soon and we're going to be old together, not one then the other. So you're not old till I'm old."

"That sounds great to me." Lewis nods before she leans over and kisses him. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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unknownmystery22

10 months ago

Y/N: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

Dean: That's great, Y/N. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.

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unknownmystery22

6 months ago

OFFICIAL REQUEST FOR PART @ CUZ U SAID NO ONE WANTED ONE ~!!!!!! I THOUGHT EVERYONE WOULD DBE JUMPING ON THAT SHIT , WE ALL WANT IT QYUEEN

when your f1 boyfriend dream cheats

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unknownmystery22

4 years ago

Have a good day 😌💖

😐 How dare you.

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unknownmystery22

7 months ago

i did a bit that got so much attention the aussie pm legally has to look at it

so when oscar won the hungary gp, the ausgp admin posted this

so i then went to the aus gov site and jokingly submitted an e-petition assuming it would get thrown out

it did not get thrown out. instead, it was then opened to signatures

when a petition gains over 50 signatures , it gets referred to a minister.

we got 171 signatures. today i received an update on which minister it got referred to.

it got referred to the bloody prime minister of Australia. albo. albo has to legally read and respond to this petition. it's likely to be denied but. still. it's on the goverment's desk.

also as a consequence, this document exists: