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bunny-jpeg · 19 days ago
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hey bunnies! happy june! it's been a while since i've posted!
i was lucky enough to spend almost two weeks with my boyfriend before he is deployed for the next six months. he won't be coming back home any time between now and the end of the year. i'm thankful that i got to make memories with him and do a lot of fun things. basically we combined six months worth of dates into two weeks. i've been gifted some of his old army patches, so they've been with me for the past couple of days as a reminder of him. it's not going to be easy and i'll spare you the details - but i'm really going to miss him.
i am hoping to start posting again up until the 18th where i'll be having my surgery and then we'll be back in hiatus until i recover around mid-july. thank you to everyone who has wished me the best with this period of time and i hope that the break has allowed me to get even better with fan fic writing! ilysm
(please send well wishes to cottontail, he's been really stressed about leaving again and as have i - the good vibes are really well needed for the next few months) <3
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bunny-jpeg · 1 month ago
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my vacation with cottontail started three days earlier than expected!
in other news he's been wearing the dog tags he got while on base and it's doing something to me i cannot explain. something about cuddling and playing with them comes to mind fan fic ideas when i return 🫡 - im doing research while on this trip
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bunny-jpeg · 1 month ago
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military things again - simon having his grey shirt with his last name painted across the back of it. thing has been through the wringer all these years and by god is it comfortable on you. the familiar fabric up against your skin, the heather grey colour had been faded and the cotton was stretched for years of wear.
it was a comfortable shirt to wear around the house. baggy enough to cover just below your ass. and it always smelled like your simon. and funny enough, he loved it on you. loved it more than any kind of fancy lingerie you could ever wear.
he was certain if you wanted something pretty to wear that he'd happily get it for you. anything for his dove, but he loved how you looked into the shirt. it should have been thrown out years ago, and he had enough extra ones to give to you. But this one you called your own, it was the one he got when you first started dating.
when he was a new recruit and you were waiting for him after qualification. sometimes he thought you loved the garment more than the pretty wedding ring he eventually proposed with. the gleaming gold band and the bright ruby were pale in comparison to the ratty shirt you loved.
but simon didn't mind, as he watched you get out of bed to get your water bottle off the dresser where the television was. you reached a little to grab it and thus he got a proper look at your behind while the shirt slipped up. made him shift in bed, pull the covers off of him.
you looked good in it, especially when all that was underneath was a simple little pair of panties. excited your husband to no end.
"come here, angel." he said softly before you crawled back into bed with him. he got a strong arm over your shoulders and pulled you in for a heated kiss. he needed to feel you, you felt amazing in his arms. it excited him. he squeezed onto you a little tightly and you giggled as you clinged to him.
you felt right in his arms. then again, of course his wife would feel right in his arms. he peppered your face with kisses while he let his hands wander across your form. you giggled into the kiss.
"that's my girl." he cooed, "fuck, you feel perfect in my arms. who let you be so perfect for me." he squeezed your behind and you giggled into the kiss. he pushed up the shirt a little to get a better feel of you, you only moaned into the kiss. you enjoyed the feeling of his lips against yours.
his hands grazed across your skin, it felt right. so right to have you in his lap. you were the perfect size for him. with curves that drove him wild, he adored you. loved you beyond words. he needed you badly, in that over-sized grey t-shirt. his name across your shoulders, it felt right. so right. you were made to be mrs. simon riley. your place with him, in his arms.
it was almost like you could read his mind, you moved to get out of your panties and then soon the shirt came off as well. he cupped your breasts and licked his lips. you were beyond beautiful, aphrodite incarnate. the most lovely creature he could ever conjure up in his mind, in his arms.
he kissed at you, gave you the quiet affection you deserved. it was a great feeling, he always needed you deeply. your bra soon ended up on the floor and he laid back in the pillows and got his cock out of his sweatpants.
he admired your naked body in the low glow of the television. he licked his lips and put his hands on your hips as you slowly sank down on his cock. while he loved the way his old t-shirt looked on you, you looked better naked. completely nude for him. only for his eyes to admire, his hands to touch. it was his, all his.
in every way one person could have another, he had you.
it was heaven.
the kisses continued, heated with a certain passion that left you achy for more. you needed your man, your husband. the one who brought a sense of light into your life. the one who smothered you in tight hugs and heavy kisses.
"you look good." he said, "with my name across your back. like ya own it. make it seem like riley was your last name from the start."
you giggled as you moved your hips in time with his, "you could have taken my last name."
he chuckled lightly, "too much of a traditionalist, love." he knew that was a lie, he loved his modern woman. and if you asked to keep your name or have him change his, he would have easily complied. he pulled you in for another searing kiss. you moaned into it and he wrapped his strong arms around you.
you held his face while you moved against him. the racing of your heart burned in your soul. you moaned loudly and he leaned in for another hot kiss.
"fuck, si." you moaned.
"i got you, dove. always got ya. all mine, forever. that's why i got that ring on ya." he kissed at your neck as you continued to move up an down on his cock.
you felt the swirl of pleasure in your core as you rutted against him. the feeling felt amazing. there was something so deep about your love for your husband, a feeling he shared with you. you were beautiful on top of him. his hands found your breasts and he pinched the nipples and rolled them between his thumbs and pointer fingers. he groaned as your pussy clenched around him.
it felt good, so good, in the low light of your shared bedroom. to feel his love up against yours, his body so close. the way you always wanted him. you went in for another searing kiss, your short nails dug across his shoulders. he moaned against your lips and you drank in the feeling and sounds of him.
it was heaven, it felt amazing. it stirred in your gut and made your thighs trembled as the two of you continued to make love on your bed.
"my missus." he said lowly, "missus riley, the only woman to love a dog like me," he chuckled lightly before he went in for another hot kiss against your lips. you moaned and held on tighter. the feeling of pleasure crashed over you in a way that kept the two of you moving against one another.
your soft tits pressed against his soft pecs, the two of your melded against one another in a heated bliss. the heat grew between the both of you.
you whined, "my darling, darling husband." you then lightly chuckled as the pleasure grew in you. your thighs clenched around him and you continued to rock against him. you shared another messy kiss as the heat continued to grow.
you knew you weren't going to last much longer. you held onto him tightly and rocked against him. the pleasure bloomed in your core and you felt needy for your beloved husband. you two shared another heated kiss and he held onto you tightly for support as climax washed over you.
"i love you." you squeaked as you moved against him.
he held you close and replied, "i love you too, love you so very much." then kissed at you face as you came. he continued to move against you, "cum for me, angel. let it all out for me." he kissed your lips as you moaned against his lips.
you slowed your pace to a stop and he continued to work himself against you. he peppered your face with kisses as he leaned you back on the bed and he got on top of you for a classic missionary position.
he hiked your hips up and thrusted against you. he pressed himself against you and gave you another messy kiss before he finished inside of you. as he came he looked into your eyes and panted, "that's my girl, that's my girl." then kissed your flushed cheek as he continued to rock his hips against yours.
"my beautiful, lamb." he purred as he kissed your sweaty forehead before he got off of you and had you laid down next to him on top of the pillows once more. he draped an arm over your side as you both laid there sweaty. he kissed you a few more times. he said lowly, "i love you.
"i love you too. now where's that shirt of yours." you tried to go find it in the low light of the bedroom.
he chuckled as he laid back in the pillows and watched you naked and trying to find the t-shirt on the bedroom floor. he remarked, "gonna have that shirt forever."
"yep, and i'm gonna be buried in it too." you said cheekily before you found it.
simon simply smirked, if you were a riley for the rest of your life. then he'd be a very happy man <3
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bunny-jpeg · 2 months ago
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there was something about the way fernando smoked that aroused you. the older man didn't do it very often, but when he did it left you wet between your legs. he smoked so effortlessly, it made your own attempts at smoking seem to juvenile.
how his tongue grazed his bottom lip after a drag, he never coughed and always gently passed the joint back to you. it was hard not to get aroused by it. aroused by him. and paired with the high in your brain, it didn't take a lot for you to become desperate for your lover/teammate.
"why don't we take this inside?" he asked as he noticed your gaze on him. almost lost in a trance as you watched him finished off the joint. as he fully exhaled the smoke, he took you by the face and blew it into your mouth, "c'mon now, little puppy. let's get inside."
you practically stumbled over yourself as you got into your lavish apartment. the smell of weed was heavy on your clothes,but right now you were running fairly hot. you could feel the cloudiness in your head.
"look at you." he purred as he pressed himself up against you. his arms wrapped around your middle, "you look like a little deer. stumbling around trying to find your bed."
he rubbed himself up against you, his grip on you was tight. you felt a flutter in your core as he guided you towards the bedroom. he would always make sure that you were taken care of. if you were a little doe, then he was the big stag that made sure you were safe. his kisses set your skin ablaze and his beard made you feel over sensitive.
you felt your wetness grow as you were gently pushed onto the bed. you started to get out of your clothes, they felt too restrictive even if the t-shirt you wore was rather baggy and the shorts only had an elastic waistband. you needed to be naked, nude for your lover.
"look at you, so beautiful." he cooed at you as he went for his belt. you licked your lips in anticipation. something wild ran through you as he started to get undressed as well. his movements had a bit more control, meanwhile you were rubbing your legs together with anticipation.
"please, nando. fuck me already." you chuckled lightly and ran your tongue across your top lip. yearning couldn't cover exactly how you wanted your lover. it was a fire in your soul, in the back of your mind. you wanted him to devour you whole with sexual bliss, a eroticism that fueled your body.
"you're so cute when you make demands." his hands trailed up your sides as he got between your legs. you were both finally nude and the excitement of lust between you only grew from the high in your head.
you licked your lips, your throat dry but you core was soaked with desire for your older lover. a man like fernando alonso was not easy to find, not many carried his prowess, his power, his stamina. the type of man that kept going. and it only drowned you in sexual excitement.
"can't speak now, my love? ran out of words?" he chuckled lightly as he pulled your thighs around his waist. he loomed over you, his large hands on you as he rubbed his aching cock up against you, "you love this don't you? how i feel against you, how my body wraps so nicely with yours. you're my good girl, right? letting me have you, all of you."
you shakily exhaled, "you can take everything."
"good girl." he said as he slowly sank himself into you. you let out a sweet noise as he held onto you tightly. he inched himself into you as you held onto the bed under you.
you let out a sweet moan as fernando drank in the sound of it. you sounded beautiful, beyond beautiful. this was his, all his. it was all he ever wanted in a lover. you were both hungry for one another.
beautiful.
he moved against you. eventually he leaned forward and planted his hands on either side of you. he gripped to the covers and moved against you with heavy thrusts. you were so close to one another while you wrapped your legs around his waist.
the two of you kissed deeply. he continued his movements and you kissed him. to feel wrapped up in his warmth allowed you to feel excitement in your core. to love him was a delight and to be fucked by him was a total joy. you needed him like a flower with water.
his dark eyes gazed upon you like holy scripture, his kisses across your neck left your breathless. it was almost a holy sight, the two of you having sex.
he continued his movements, his kisses along your heated flesh grew heated. the two of you moved together. you held onto his shoulders as he thrusted against you.
you could feel the want in your gut, you felt every heavy thrust. the pleasure seeped through your core. your noises got louder. everything made you arouse further, it was the kind of sexual want that most would always yearn for. but you got it in spades with your lover.
"i love you." he kissed you softly as he moved against you. he gripped onto the covers you laid on and moved his hips in time with a pace that he came up with. he needed to feel every inch of your pussy, to feel all of you around him.
all his, only his.
the notion made him only move faster. the kisses shared only grew in intensity. they were hungry for you, he needed you. wanted you more than anything. he adored you in a way that no one else could compare to you. he eventually grabbed your hips and hiked it up to move against you further. to get a better angle to fuck you,
"perfect." he said lowly as he admired you for a moment. he took in the sight of your blissed out expression. how you looked under him. it was quite the sight. it made him feel excited as he continued his rough thrusts. he wanted to feel every inch of you around his cock.
"fuck, nando." you shuddered as he pressed his hands further into the covers.
"i love you, my love." he cooed as his thrusts continued. he needed to feel you, all of you. everything raced through him, the immense feeling of his lust for you. he groaned as he picked up the pace, his hips hit against yours with each thrust. he dove in for another deep kiss and you moaned against his lips.
the two of you fucking madly against one another.
"fuck i need you." he said lowly, "always need you. you're the only woman i'll ever need. ever desire." he went in for another searing kiss as he rutted against you.
his thrusts were heavy with force as he fucked you. you held onto his shoulders and the pleasure grew through you. you swore under your breath when fernando broke the kiss. it only spurred him on further to kiss you again.
it didn't take much longer before you orgasmed around his cock, you clutched on tightly and tilted your head back as you moaned. your tensed up and let the pleasure wash over you. you swore under you breath before you let the pleasure take over.
you needed him, needed him more than anything. he was your lover and even the high in your head was only amplified by the pleasure that coursed through you. fernando alonso was a dedicated and talented lover through and through. you felt the heightened euphoria as he continued to thrust against you.
"fuck, honey."
"i know, my love. you feel so good." he purred as he held on tighter and with a few more thrusts he finished inside of you. he tensed up and held onto you tightly. you let out a soft moan while he shakily groaned. the feeling was intense for him as well.
you two shared another kiss and the pleasure ceased between you two as he slowed his pace to a stop. he pulled away from the kiss and admired you for a moment. you looked beautiful under him, you gave him a blissed out smile before you leaned towards him and pressed another kiss against his lips.
you both laid in bed naked, both giggly and high. he suggested another smoke between the two of you, but you just pulled him in for another searing kiss. he closed his eyes and melted into the kiss. the next joint could wait, he had to give you another three orgasms before he could light up <3
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bunny-jpeg · 2 months ago
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hey bunnies! just wanted to come on here and say that my posting schedule might be a little more sparse in the summer.
basically i'm seeing cottontail for the first time in a few months at the end of may, and then a few weeks later i am getting top surgery in the middle of june - which is a 3-5 week recovery and i don't know how i'll recover until the actual surgery. so i don't want to be more worried about posting on time when i should be sleeping and taking care of myself.
this is not to say i'm going totally offline until the middle of july, but that if i'm not posting as frequently (miss a few weekends) it's not because the blog is inactive. it's simply that i've become really busy both with seeing cottontail and my surgery.
thank you to everyone who has eagerly supported my fics! i hope that once i'm all healed up i can focus more time on writing the stories you all love <3 - bunny
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bunny-jpeg · 2 months ago
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john price loved having his reading time with you. rainy afternoon out in the countryside, grey heavy clouds and heavy rain drops on the window.
you were cuddled up to price's fuzzy chest. your cheek pressed against it while he kept a strong arm around you and held onto his book. you weren't too interested in the book however, a hefty high fantasy hardcover. a door stop, you called it. which earned a nice lick across the ass from price's large hand.
"daddy." you said softly as you looked up to his blue eyes. he looked away from his book to you.
"yes, petal?"
you tucked your face into the collar of the grey sweatshirt you were wearing. it was price's, but had made home in your weekly rotation, especially one days like today. price pulled the sweater away from your face and looked at you a bit more sternly.
"use your words."
"i'm bored."
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price broke into a grin and said, "well, i guess this book isn't exactly your cup of tea. but that's alright." he put a mark in it to save the page before it found home back on the nightstand.
you were dressed in panties and his sweater with nothing else underneath. the peak of comfortable you could get. so it wasn't hard to get you on your back with your lumbering lover between your soft thighs.
"pretty little thing." he purred, "maybe next time i'll find other ways to keep ya entertained while i'm tryin' to read." he hiked up your hips till your clothed pussy was rubbed against his clothed cock, "needy got like ya needs to keep busy. or else you get bored."
you swallowed, "daddy."
he replied, "i know, i know. the worst thing in the world is for a pretty little thing to be bored." he rubbed himself up against you, "don't worry, i'll find something for you to do. maybe next time i'll get ya to suck my cock, or make ya ride that pretty little toy you have."
you shuddered with sexual desire and he chuckled lowly, how cute.
"i think you'd love that, wouldn't ya?" he asked before he dropped your hips to get your out of your panties, "i own this. own this cute little pussy just like i own that book on the nightstand. just like the house you live in and the clothes you wear. it's all mine, petal."
you nodded and then swallowed when you watched him get his cock out of his sweatpants. he was always so big, the biggest you could possibly have. any bigger and it wouldn't fit. price liked that you were a small little thing, it wasn't your fault. even with your soft stomach, thick thighs and round little face, you were still his little angel. all his.
"daddy loves when you're so needy for me. i love how soft ya are. no proper woman should have a thigh gap. not natural." he chuckled, "more room to cum on them." he said as he eyed you up and down once more.
you giggled. you weren't petite, but that only made price love you more. he said that too much of his life he had denied himself pretty things, so he'd make sure to never deny himself you. the prettiest thing he could ever have.
he gripped your hips once more, just right. he hiked them up and made sure your legs were wrapped around his waist. he said, "daddy loves when you behave so well. taught ya everythin you should know." he said with affection in his tone, "fuck, petal."
then slowly he sank his cock into you. he eyed your form and licked his lips. everything about him screamed a certain kind of traditional masculine that made you excited all over.
"mine."
the heaven was immediate, there was something about how your older lover took you that made you run so very hot, he leaned in to kiss you on the lips. his kiss was hot and you reached for him to hold him tightly on the shoulders. you moaned into the kiss and felt the lust kick up inside of you.
you swore under your breath as your lover moved against you, his thrusts were strong and they made your toes curl with sexual need for him. it felt amazing, you loved it. you loved him.
"look at you my love." he said almost dreamily, "the sight of you is to die for. the love i have for you is something that i need. i need you and you need daddy." he felt you tense up around him and he licked his lips. a beautiful a sight, a gorgeous woman under him as he made love to you.
he watched the sight of your breasts move with each heavy thrusts. a full figure is what drove him made. your soft thighs wrapped around his waist as he fucked himself into you. almost folding you in to a mating press as he worked his hard cock inside of you.
your pussy felt immaculate, the feeling of our wetness coating his cock all the way down to his balls. always such a messy girl, but price loved it, he yearned for it.
as the rain came down on the window, he continued to fuck you, praise you with the low rumble of his voice. you felt your mind feel a little blank from the intensity of his praise. your pulse was in your throat as he thrusted heavily. this was all his, always his.
he went in for another searing kiss, another hot one against your lips and you arched your hips a little bit. you moaned against his lips. you swore under your breath and price enjoyed the feeling.
"my petal."
"daddy."
"always say my name so lovely." he purred as he fulled pressed you into a mating press and continued to fuck you with the passion he had. your knees to your ears as he worked himself against you, his thrusts were heavy and you could feel his heavy balls against you.
everything screamed hairy daddy and it made you get lost in the pleasure of it all. you moaned and held onto the back of your knees. you whined a little louder and price drank in the noises. you sounded beautiful. a needy little thing for him, his precious petal. delicate, and warm like you soaked up the sun. it made price more hungry for you. a deep thrum of yearning in his core. his. his. his.
you held on tightly, you arched your back. the kisses continued. he pressed into you further. the warmth ran through you, along with the intense heat of pleasure. you looked into his blue eyes, perfect. all perfect. you were everything to him and the notion muddled you brain with ecstasy.
"that's my girl." he said lowly, "all mine."
his words felt like gospel and it made your core shiver. the feeling of him on top of you was intense, this was your lover. this was your everything. you needed him like you needed water.
"ah, daddy!"
"sounds so right on your lips." he purred and you shifted under him. he admired you as he brought you closer to orgasm.
you held on tightly, soon you came around his cock. you were pressed further into the bed while price worked his hips against yours. you tensed up, the pleasure washed through your body as you came. you let out a delicate whine and price licked his lips.
"that's it, that's my girl." he purred as he came inside of you while you were in the height of your pleasure, "all for daddy."
"mmm, fuck." you whined.
he continued to fuck you through his climax, only soon after slowed to a stop before he made out with you messily once more. you moaned into the kiss and held onto his shoulders tightly as the two of you continued to make out on the bed.
he pulled out and got next to you, before he pulled you in his arms once more and picked up his discarded book. you were a lot less whiny now, curled up with your lover and letting him read in peace. he kissed the top of your head, that's alright though. if you need too loud again, your daddy was more than happy to finish another load in you <3
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bunny-jpeg · 2 months ago
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virtual tracks
max verstappen
tags: smut/pwp, sim racing, oral sex/face sitting (reader receiving), masturbation, dirty talk, sub!max
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you knew what you were getting into when you first saw the sim racing set up in his apartment. redline was a big part of his life, just like formula one. even when he wasn't streaming, it still meant a big deal to him.
and you were happy that he had a hobby! after all, it wasn't the worst video game to play. you were fine with him playing his silly little racing games and chit-chatting with friends and fans.
but sometimes, you wanted to break that set up with a hammer and toss it over the balcony.
how was this possible? you were standing there in nothing but blue lace panties and one of his redbull windbreakers, the zipper down enough to show your wonderful cleavage. you were inviting him for sex. and max was not paying an ounce of attention.
you were almost dumbfounded until you crossed your arms and said, "max."
"in a minute, my treasure. one second." he said, his eyes didn't peel away from the screen. he steered the virtual car around the curb on a virtual track. you pinched the bridge of your nose and zipped the windbreaker back up.
you went over and grasped the back of his chair and leaned, "max verstappen. for someone with sharp enough vision to win four championships. you are painfully blind." and placed another hand loosely at his neck.
"just let me finish this race and i swear i'll go down on you until you cum at least three times." he promised as he felt an uptick in his pulse. your engagement ring glimmered in the low light.
"you're picking a video game over me, max?" you leaned in a little closer, "thought i taught you better than that. i dressed up for you and you're too busy with your games." your hand lowered to his shorts where you got your hand under the waistband. you gave his cock a little attention, feeling him grow hard under your touch.
he instantly crashed the sim car into a wall and let out a sweet little moan. there was the max you knew and loved. the man who whimpered.
"please, my love." he shuddered, "i'm sorry."
"i understand, you boys love your silly little games. but, now that you're done with that level. why don't you keep your promise?" and played with his cock until he started to get up from his seat.
you knew that max was smart and to see him put that brain to use was always a good sign. you guided him to the bedroom. he let you lead him then pushed him onto the bed.
he reached for you and tried to grab you, but you swatted his hands away. your tone was stern as you said, "look, don't touch. got it?" he then put his hands back on the bed, but those blue eyes were trained on you as you stripped of your minimal clothes. if he had behaved, he would have been able to undress you like a present. he felt his cock twitch in his shorts.
"look at you, maxie." you purred as you got onto the bed, "aren't you the sweetest thing ever? mister big and tough on the track, but when it's just you and i, well, you're just a cute little kitten." you reached for him and kissed him firmly on the lips, "see you look better on your back than in front of a screen." you laid him out on the bed.
he shifted on the bed and felt his pulse spike once more. he could already feel the heat in his face, you stripped him of his black shirt and his shorts. you ran a finger up his hard cock and he almost came from that, you just giggled.
you licked your lips, "do your little racing friends know that you're such a good boy for me? so sweet and loved? does your teammate know? the other drivers on the grid? i bet everyone can see if on your face." your voice sounded nurturing, but your words were erotic.
it was no secret that you were more assertive, some would consider you a little brash. but max loved it. you were quite the pair. you were unlike anyone else he had ever been with.
"are you going to make me cum with that tongue of yours? you leaned in for a kiss before you got on top of him. when you broke the kiss, you got your knees planted on either side of his head.
he licked his lips and you pressed your wet cunt up against his mouth. he clenched onto the sheets as he rubbed his tongue against your pussy. he shuddered as his cock leaked pre-cum.
he was stupid for not focusing on you. you dressed up so nicely for him. racing should have been the last thing on his mind when he could be devouring your sweet, sweet cunt.
you reached down and held onto his shirt blond hair. you remarked with a small chuckle, "your hair is getting a little long, my dear. it feels nice, a good length to yank on."
he groaned, you weren't going to pull out the strands. but the small tug made him only further aroused.
maybe it was how good he made you feel, but you were feeling generous. you looked at him between your legs as you rocked your hips against him. you said softly, "max, my love. you must be so needy. you can touch yourself."
he mumbled a 'thank you' as he reached for his cock and he stroked himself. he made a blissed out noise as he feverishly pleasure you with his tongue. he swore under his breath as he felt the sexual pleasure grow.
max was so good for you, and you were so good for him. he moaned, as did you. you held onto the headboard and moved your hips further against his face. you clenched your thighs around his head.
he knew how to eat you out so well. he was talented with his tongue. he knew the pace that really got you going, the pressure to make you eager for more. his talent, to make you moan.
you groaned and pulled his hair a little more as you rubbed up against him further. you cursed under your breath.
"master with that tongue, max." you shakily exhaled as you moved further up against him, "look at you, fuck. you look good under me, max. you look better with my thighs crushing your skull." you looked as you felt the pleasure continue to course through you.
his tongue grazed across your clit, his licks were a little more heavy and it made your pulse jump as the heat coursed through you. fire in your blood as the hot blond between your legs made your cunt with sexual want.
"drive me crazy, honey." you purred, "you know what you do to me, is that why you were so focused on that stupid game because you are such a tease." you clenched your thighs a little tighter, he groaned as you said, "you're such a tease, max."
his thought were swamped, he could only think of you, you were intoxicating. alluring. you made his cock throb, even as he stroked himself. he could feel pre-cum slide down his knuckles. he breathed through his nose as he licked your beautiful cunt.
heaven.
that was all could be said about you. he needed you deeply, carnally. he yearned for you, in a certain way that he could only describe as being heavenly. is sang in his soul. he yearned for you, needed you. he loved you, even when your thighs were squishing his head. to die by them around be a noble death.
you moaned as you felt the pleasure brew in you. the intense feeling soon reached its peak and you held onto his hair tightly and continued to move against his face. it was an intense feeling as the warmth continued to flow through you.
max continued to jerk himself off, he needed his release soon. the pressure of erotic heat was far too much for him. everything in his body ran hot as he stroked himself quickly. his cock ached for you, when you moaned, he knew he was close. his pace was quick, matching with how he gorged himself on your cock. his dedicating to pleasing you.
you panted heavily, "fuck, fuck, yes. fuck, max. that's it." your noises got louder as you felt climax so close, like it was on the tip of your tongue.
as you came on his tongue, he came around his hand. you finished together. you slowed your ace to a stop and relaxed around him. you panted heavily and pushed hair out of your face to get some relief on your heated cheeks. you got off his face, your pussy was soaked.
you laid out next to him and let him catch his breath for a moment.
"fuck, you're so good to me." you said as you wiped your wetness from his mouth before you went in for a hot kiss.
he got the cum off his hand before he pulled you closer to him and kissed your sweaty forehead. he happily accepted your affection.
"this was amazing." he purred as he held you close to him. you felt good in his arms. he kissed you head and relaxed further into the bed.
you took him by the chin and made him look up at you. you said to him, "you said you were going to make me cum three times." then smiled, "time to get to work, max and then maybe you can go back to sim racing."
"yes, please." he said as he got back between your legs,. he was focused the same way he was when he raced.
you chuckled as he gripped your thigh, "good boy." <3
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prime of your life
fernando alonso
tags: smut/pwp, age gap (20s/40s), cowgirl position, praise & dirty talk, slight reference to daddy kink
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you knew something was wrong, back to back dnfs - never a good sign. you looked worryingly at the screen as the fernando was declared unable to finish the race. you swallowed, quickly on your feet as you moved away from the pit wall and towards the portion of the garage where fernando's car was being pulled in.
you felt the hammering in your chest as you watched your disappointed lover get out of the car, you went to meet him. even with the sweat and exhaustion of the race. you held onto him tightly and said, "you did amazing, honey. i love you." and you meant every word, and fernando knew that.
back at the hotel, you near smothered your lover with soft kisses. your lips grazed across the lines of his face, the softness of his skin and the scratchiness of his beard. he accepted it, he knew that you were doing your best to assure him that everything was fine and that he was still a great driver.
a championship was rarely paved with smooth races, you always told fernando. but he was less than inclined the agree, he remembered winning championships - but that felt so long ago.
it was a stone in his gut, maybe he was too old for this. it had been over twenty years, no one he started out with was on the grid with him anymore. years of shuffling between teams and the slow fade from the podium only amplified the dull pain in his shoulder. but as you held his face while you laid in bed, there was a small sparkle of something.
the way you looked at him, he thought that maybe he could be a champion once more. you believed him, so he believed in himself.
"how are you feeling?" you asked softly as you placed more kisses across his face. his skin warm and soft, comforting. you curled up closer to him, "don't frown so much, you'll get lines."
he chuckled lightly as rubbed your back, he got you in as close as he could and kissed your forehead, "i already have lines, my love." he admired you, his dark eyes gazed at you with a subtle affection. you were beautiful, what were you doing with a man like him?
couldn't even finish a race now, he felt like a lame mule. but yet, you kissed him. your touches were gentle and loving, all the affection you could give was across his skin.
"you didn't answer my question." you said softly.
"better. always better when you're here." he said softly, "you should be out with the girls tonight, celebrating. not here with me, helping me nurse my wounds."
you shrugged, "vodka and cranberry tastes the same in every country, but you, fernando, only get sweeter as time goes on."
he chuckled and watched you straddle his waist. your hands across his bare chest, you could feel the leap in his chest.
"like fine wine." you added.
he smiled softly, "more like old milk." he said as he rubbed your hips. your sweatpants were lower on your hips. he eyed the piece of skin that was exposed between the pants and your shirt, "should find someone younger."
"who should?" you asked, your brows knitted together.
he looked back to you, "oh no! not me. you. you shouldn't be with an old dog like me." he tried to chuckle off the knot in his chest, "what good am i?" doubt wasn't in fernando's vocabulary, he was a menace for so long. but tonight he felt old. vulnerable.
you scoffed, "no way." you took his face in your hands and smiled down at him, "never in a million years. boys my age are the worst. i always needed someone a little older." your smile grew.
fernando replied, "what happens if i can't make love to you the way i used to?"
"then we'll find other ways." you replied, "you act like sex is on position at one speed at one time." you pinched his cheeks, "which is surprising considering all the things we've done together." you could make a list of all the sexual escapades you had with him.
"what if i get too old for you?" he asked.
"then i'll be old too." you smiled before you leaned in to kiss him on the lips, "two races is a drop in the bucket for you, nando. you're always one to get back and keep going." you kissed him again, "i know you'll get that podium this year and rub it in the face of everyone who ever doubted you."
he smiled against the next kiss you gave him then said, "thank you, my love. my number one fan." he said with a bit more cheekiness in his tone.
you pulled away and rubbed his chest once more, "i mean, i am the president of the fernando alonso fan club! that is a title i hold with honour." you winked at him, before you went to take your shirt off.
fernando licked his lips, even at his lowest, he still yearned for you. your closeness, your touch, your body. every inch of you that he could feel under his palms. he was a fortunate man.
the two of you slowly undressed, marveled at each other's bodies like you hadn't seen it a million times. still, every inch was beautiful on both of you. fit together perfectly in a way that felt correct, you were made him. and he was made for you.
soon naked, you ended up back in his lap. you pressed your hands to his shoulders and leaned in for a kiss. you said softly, "you are the most wonderful man i've ever met. everything about you, my love. i love how you'll wine and dine me then be a complete menace on the track. you are my angel, and a devil to everyone else."
"your worship warms me, my dear." he said softly. he held onto your hips as you seated yourself onto his cock. you both tensed up as you sank down on his length. he cursed through a tense jaw before he said, "you are perfect."
"i know." you said sweetly before you held onto him tighter and started to move your hips against him. your thrusts were fluid, quick but not rough. it was about smothering your lover in affection.
he held onto you, he admired the changes in your expression as pleasure washed over you. how your breasts moved with each of your movements. he could feel the curl of lust in his gut too. it was a feeling that made his heart pound, even if he couldn't believe in himself, you were always there to believe in him.
for that, he promised, he'd give you the world. every star and every moon. everything for his beloved. the love of his life.
heat grew in the bedroom, and your pace quickened. the fire fueled both of you, the need for each other only climbed the more your thrusted your hips. today wasn't a good race, but there was always tomorrow.
and come tomorrow, you'd be curled up with him in bed before the next flight. before the week off together, and during that time you'd make it very clear that fernando alonso was no old dog. he wasn't a rookie, but he still had the fight of one in him. two champions could be three, and you'd be there was the loudest cheering voice.
because that was what you did for your lover.
"fuck, nando." you moaned as you felt the sweat on your back. the strong motions of your movements made you run hot, didn't help that the air of the bedroom was growing in heat. the thump of your heart and the rush to your core only made your movements quicker.
carnally, you wanted him. a deep ache down to your bones.
you shared another passionate kiss, you moaned into it and he wrapped his strong arms around you to press your chest against him. you moved against him, the new angle allowed his cock to hit places that made your toes curl.
you pulled away and looked into his eyes, your mouth hung open a little as you panted. you said softly, "and you're worried about not being able fuck me." you chuckled, it sounded airy, "i'm not worried about that one bit. not the way you fuck me now. fuck, honey."
he went in for another searing kiss and gripped onto you. chests pressed together like your hearts were connected by string. never stray too far away from one another.
"you keep me young." he chuckled, he he pushed back some of your hair from your face and kissed you on the forehead, "my sweet angel." the two of you continued to move against one another.
more kisses were shared, noises got louder and the overall heat between you two grew in intensity. you were going to be heated for a good while after this.
you knew you were getting close to your climax. you swore a little under your breath as you felt yourself reach the peak of climax. you let out a small pleasured gasp before you pulled him in for another searing kiss. you tensed up and came around his cock. your wetness soaked his pelvis, all the way up to his hip tattoo.
a wet, messy lover. just as fernando liked it.
he was close behind you. he held onto you tightly, both arms wrapped around you as he fucked himself against you. he cursed and panted, he admired your beauty as he came inside of you. as he did he said, "i love you."
and you, blissed out from immense pleasure replied, "i love you too." you two continued to move together through fernando's climax, he was the first to slow his pace to a stop and you followed.
both laid in bed together, you on top of him with his arms wrapped around you. another kiss was shared, you were both sweaty and hot. but neither of you cared. you only wanted each other's sweet kisses.
when you pulled away, you looked into his dark eyes and said, "you'll get them next time, baby. that's a promise."
and fernando was inclined to agree - he would.
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it took a few races to climb through the positions. eleventh, then seventh, then fourth, but eventually he steered past verstappen, norris and all the other drivers - and he was standing on the podium with the trophy over his head.
bright smile, even with the aches in his body. he was no rookie, but he still had it in him to keep racing, keep winning. he laughed as the cameras flashed, and you were in the crowd. you were cheering as the proper president of the fernando alonso fan club should.
you had tears in your eyes and he was on the verge of them. he had been at this for so long, and he'd keep racing with you at his side. cheering him on <3
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your big bear
capt. john price
tags: smut/pwp, age gap (20s/46), pet names, established relationship (married), missionary, sweet/dirty talk, oral sex (reader receives)
a/n: this is sadly not a hybrid au, but there will be one soon!
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you loved your big bear. jonathan price was his name, a good man. worked hard as a captain and now retired. forty-six, long time in the forces. so retirement took to him well.
even with the aches and pains you loved him. when you told him if you made him feel young, he chuckled and pinched your cheek.
"i'm no cradle robber, love." he said in that gruff voice of him. the kind of voice that made you weak in the knees.
your nickname for him stuck, even when he tried to coax you into other names - honey, sweetie, daddy. but you loved your big bear, so why change the name?
he sort of lumbered around, a bad pain in his hip and knee kept him less than nimble, the hairiness of his chest and face kept you warm in the winter months, he loved how you cooked fist (especially salmon).
but there was one aspect that made him the most bear-like.
his ability to manhandle you. while the average grizzly would just eat you, price had a different way of eating. currently he was between your legs in bed with his tongue pressed up against your bare cunt. your thighs over his shoulders and those broad hands across your soft skin.
"fuck, big bear." you whimpered as he continued to play with your clit with his tongue. his bread was scratchy against your thighs and you felt the excitement of pleasure wash over you.
you held onto his brown hair, it was greying at the temples. you gave it a firm yank and he held on a little tighter.
"careful there, cub. i'd hate to put ya over my knee for ripping my hair out." he continued to give your inner thighs beard burn as he teased your clit. you pussy tasted perfect to him, the sort of perfect that only encouraged him more and more.
"fuck, ah. john!"
he chuckled lowly before he took one hand away from your thighs and captured both of your wrists to pin them on your stomach above where he was. he said, "stay, cub. be a good girl for me."
he was just so big, that was your fault though. you wanted to get with the biggest, burliest man you could get your hands on, good thing that price liked you in return. he kept you pinned to the bed by your wrists and continued to orally pleasure you, the feeling zipped up your spine and made you hot all over. the thump of pleasure through your core as he kept kissing at your sweet pussy.
"my precious girl." he moaned into your pussy as he continued to lick your slit, his eyes closed as he continued to gorge himself on you. it tasted against, you felt like heaven. he loved you.
you felt dream-like, the pleasure only continued to grow inside of you. there was a leap of excitement through your core as you stayed pinned on the bed. this was what heaven must have felt like.
"you taste like honey, and i'm one hungry grizzly."
you chuckled lightly between the heightened pleasure, "you cheesy bastard."
price kissed your clit before he pulled away and looked into your eyes, "only for you, petal." then got up and away from your pussy. his cock stood proud against his fuzzy stomach. you were painfully aroused.
he eyed you up and down for a moment, and felt so deeply in love with you. he licked his lips before he wiped his beard. he hiked you up by the hips and admired you. his blue eyes gazed across your flustered form.
"beautiful." he mused before he sank his cock into you. you tensed up for a moment before he started to rock his hips against you. he wrapped your legs around his waist and leaned forward. he pressed a hand against the wall behind the bed and moved against you with strong thrusts.
"fuck, john." you shuddered.
"i love how my name sounds on your tongue, petal." he said with the utmost affection. he continued to rock against you, his thrusts were heavy and it made your soul sing for him. your beloved john.
you shuddered under him, felt the throb for him between your legs. you yearned for your man, your john. the feeling of him so close as he made love to you felt amazing. you could feel the excitement crawl through you, the hyperactivity in your brain as he made love to you.
"my beautiful girl." price said lightly, "my precious angel, bein' with an old dog like me. makin' me work your pretty little pussy, but it's all mine. no question about that." he purred lowly and you felt the excitement course through you.
"please, john." you moaned.
"prettiest voice in all of england. hell, the most beautiful woman in the whole world. and all mine, my precious little love." he purred. he thrusted up into you. he panted against you, the movements excited him greatly. the rush of want through the both of you.
you whined and arched your hips a little bit, and price only admired you more. there was something about how you looked under him that drove him mad. he continued to rut against you.
"quite the fuckin' sight." he mused as he moved faster.
"i love you."
"and i love you too, petal."
you shared a passionate kiss, you could taste your pussy on his lips, but you only dove deeper into the kiss with your husband. the center of your universe, the man you'd love for the rest of your days. you said your vows, and you made your promise to your bear of a man.
"my big bear."
"my little cub." he chuckled lightly as he took you by the hips and hiked them up a little higher to access you from a better angle. the feeling of his cock hitting up against all of your sweet spots made you feel even more excited to have sexually.
you held onto his strong, broad shoulders as he continued to make love to you. the forse he used was full of passion and made you core swim with desire. the pleasure mounted further in your cure with each movement.
you were pinned under him, letting him use your body as he saw fit. the feeling elated you, excited you beyond words. he was the kind of lover that would make anyone drool. and he was all yours, only yours.
price was obsessed with you, but not in a way that it dampened your love for him. he was protective, supportive, a provider in every sense of the word. all the way down to making you feel good. it was hard not to be so deeply in love with him - he was the man you always yearned for. wanted. and he wanted you.
and with each heavy stroke of his hips against yours, the promise was sealed. you were his and he was yours. hand in ever loving hand forever.
"my love. my woman." he said softly.
you kissed him once more before you replied, "my world. my man." you chuckled, your lips close to his before he captured your lips once more in a searing kiss.
he kissed across your cheeks as you held onto him tightly. he continued to rut up against you, his thrusts heavy as he took all of you. with a few more ruts against your sweet sex, you were holding onto him tightly.
you panted and he pressed his forehead against yours. he continued his quick movements, it left after shivers run through you. it was a small inferno in his soul as he fucked you, and soon after he finished inside of you with one final thrust. he went in for another steamy kiss before he pulled away and laid out on the bed beside you.
you draped an arm across your bear of a lover and kissed his temple softly. you giggled lightly, "my big bear."
he pulled you in closely, your sweaty body against his. he kissed you deeply on the lips before he added, "my everything. now why don't i get you some water and you pick a movie for us to watch tonight."
you broke into a big grin. no matter what - you'd always be spoiled by your precious husband. your big bear <3
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cottontail didn't get three weeks of leave - he got five weeks of leave starting may 10th! we've already made plans to visit one another (a week visit) and he wants to make plans to go to the art gallery and the natural history museum together!
he wants to see my city and squeeze every last moment he can get with me! as he said "i am going to prioritize our time together" - i'm kicking my feet and internally screaming right now!!! the rabbits will be reunited soon enough!!! <333
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simon riley got you a pre-engagement ring - while it would be rational to get you an engagement ring. he thought the promise of a long engagement felt pointless. if he was going to marry you, it was going to be the next day! you'd call your parents and he'd call the boys of the 141 and you'd be married the next day. the theatrics of a wedding annoyed him more than anything.
marriage was supposed to be simple, two people coming together in a quiet little ceremony. these large parties with too many people made the poor man feel overwhelmed. but for now you had a simple ruby ring, a promise that it would be replaced with an engagement ring and finally a wedding ring.
you wore that ring everywhere. it was a reminder of him wherever you went! not just to deture men from hitting on you (you could handle yourself), but when you were at the store trying to figure out which was a better deal (he always loved a good bargain), or when you were comfortable in bed all by yourself. in the moments you missed him, yearned for his touch once more.
but another deployment kept him away from home. another span of several months that kept you apart. you'd look at the ring in the low light of your shared bedroom and sigh to yourself. if you missed him, he missed you in tenfold. held up in some safe house between missions. off being the good soldier. but you missed him.
the ring was a promise that once he came home for good, that he'd make you his wife. that he'd properly marry you, with the proper little ceremony and a proper ring. only the best for you.
for now the little ruby would have to do.
but when he came back home, a long deployment. eleven months you were apart, as you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in close. he saw the ring he gave you. that pre-engagement ring. it twinkled in the stale lighting of the airport, he thought to himself. it was time to upgrade you to a proper ring. and he wondered when he slept the jetlag off that you'd join him for a little ring shopping <3
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breaking down the barriers (let's cause a conflict of interest)
max verstappen - team principal au
tags: smut/pwp, driver!reader, age gap (20s/40s), team principal!max, power dynamics, missionary, praise, hero worship, max knows what he wants and he will get it
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he doesn't like your little boyfriend, the guy who was proud arm candy for you. he was a dazzling italian boy who you met during the start of your career - to max, he was just a failed f1 driver living out the life through you - you deserved better. deserved a better man, a lover who could provide, take care of you.
a man like max verstappen.
but, he remembered being young. being stupid, being with people he probably shouldn't have been with. but max knew what your best interests were. and you needed someone responsible. and who was more responsible than a man with five world champions and a team under his belt.
"she doesn't want to talk to you anymore, mate. i suggest you take a hike, for her best interest... and yours." he said bluntly with that smile that dazzled the press for decades.
you were a sniffling mess, nearing tears as you sat on the couch. it was the weekend of the british grand prix, and your boyfriend just ghosted you - but have no fear, max was here.
"i don't get it, sir. what did i do wrong?" you wiped your eyes, "i thought i was a good girlfriend, he said it was the best for our careers." you shuddered a sigh.
max came to the couch and handed you a few tissues, "that is part of the game." he reached out and cupped your cheek, "you sacrifice mind, body and soul for a win."
"is that why you never got married, sir?" you said, then pouted, "am i never going to get married?" it sounded so innocent come from you, max found it oh-so endearing. it was cute. he sat down and took the tissues from you to wipe your eyes.
"well, how about you give a world championship and i'll marry you." he said with slight humour in his tone. but in total fairness, he wasn't exactly joking. he didn't want to scare you.
you chuckled lightly, "i think it would be a conflict of interest, sir. i don't want you in trouble with the fia." you had a small smile, "plus, i'd make a bad wife."
max put the tissues on the table and leaned back against the couch. his arm stretched over the back of it, close to you. he replied, "no such thing. you'd be lovely. i think you need someone who understands our world better. it's not easy, i know. lost too many lovely women because the sport came first.'
you nodded, eager for advice from you boss. you sighed, "i wish more men were like you, mister verstappen." even after all this time on his team, knowing max in general, he was still mister verstappen.
max reached for you once more and rubbed his cheek with his thumb, you never realized how big his hands were. how strong they were, how strong all of him was. you swallowed, max's keen eye noticed.
you daringly asked, "can you stay with me tonight, sir? i don't want to be alone." your friends weren't here, neither was your family. all alone except for your team, except for max.
"of course." he leaned in a little bit more, he noticed how you relaxed against his touch. he eyed your lips for a moment and smiled softly before he went in a kissed you on the lips.
he half expected a firm punch to the head. but, instead you wrapped your arms around him and he got his arms around your middle. the kiss, which sound of lasted moments, lingered. it grew hungry, like you two were on the same page. your short nails dragged across his shoulders while he got you into his lap.
when eventually you both pulled away, you looked into his blue eyes. you were seated in his lap, your hands held tightly onto the verstappen.com branded t-shirt. you swallowed, "this isn't right... we could get in trouble."
"let the fia fine me, take all my money. it won't stop me from fucking you tonight." he said before he went in for another searing kiss. you moaned against his lips and he held onto your behind to keep you steady.
a driver and her older team principal, that would make headlines for weeks. but it was no secret that max liked you better, you were the first choice that he ever had for a driver. yes, he found you attractive in the team gear. yes, he fantasized about you at any given chance. yes, he wished he could boot your teammate out of the second seat and make you the sole star of the team.
let the press gossip, let the online fourms be littered with accusations, let the fia slap fine after fine on the team and the man himself. max didn't care because as he pushed you down on the bed and took his shirt off - there was nothing that could stop max verstappen from gorging himself on your sweet, sweet cunt. the pussy that had plagued him for months at this point.
you looked at him as he worked his belt. your t-shirt was off and you were left in a high impact sports bra. your eyes looked beautiful, gleamed with a certain lust for him that he knew that he couldn't deprive you of.
"you'll be good for me?" he asked softly, "i don't know why i'm asking. of course you will, my future champion." he reached for you and ran his thumb across your bottom lip.
you nodded, "yes, sir."
he pulled his hand away and got the belt out of the loops of his jeans, "look at you - so well behaved." he watched you get out of your clothes before he finished getting out of his.
"i try to be, sir. you always know best, and i trust you." you swallowed. this was not the brightest idea, to let your boss have sex with you. careers ended over lesser crimes. but you were both adults, and you couldn't deny. there was an allure to max verstappen.
you had his posters on your walls as a teenager. you had a hoodie with his 2023 car on it, and wore it everywhere. you wanted to be him, and he saw something in you that no other team wanted to take a chance on. he was your idol turned boss, now he was your boss turned lover as he got into bed with you.
his soft hands grazed your skin, and his lips touched where his hands didn't. he felt you up tenderly, like you were fragile. and it only made something curl in your core more. it excited you - you were no virgin, but to have sex with a man who carried so much power left you more excited than you ever were with another lover.
"look at you." he said as he grabbed your ass a little rougher, "they say the most beautiful thing on the track is the cars, but they haven't see you. hiding behind the baggy driver's suit and that big helmet. my logo across your skin." he kissed your jaw, "a last name that suits you."
you swallowed, "we can't get married, sir."
"i know, conflict of interest. but a man my age can dream, no? never was married, never had a wife." he touched you once more, "never had someone understand my world the way you do, my little champion."
you took him by the face, his facial hair felt nice against your fingers. you pulled him in for another heated kiss and you rubbed your thighs together at the feeling. the anticipation for what was to come.
he put you onto your back and when he pulled away, he admired your expression for a moment, "your kisses are addictive. it'll be hard not to ask for one with all the cameras on us." before he went in for another one, he added, "but i'll find ways."
you two made out some more while max got between your legs. your hips lifted and your legs wrapped around his waist. he admired you once more before he pulled back and hiked your legs a little higher around his waist. he licked his lips, your eyes gleamed in the yellowing light of the bedroom - there was a loveliness to your gaze that pulled max in.
he was a smart man from brandishing his teeth at the pathetic boy you called a boyfriend, scare off the weak so he could have his prize. he got himself into you, slowly inched.
his mouth hung open for a moment, the wetness and the squeeze on his cock excited him. of course you'd feel this good. he was smart to sign you for a several year contract and he was smart to sink his achy cock into your pussy.
"max!"
that was what he liked to hear, his name on your lips. stripped of formality, casual like lovers like he wouldn't be in your ear all weekend to ensure a proper victory.
"say my name."
"max, fuck, max!" you chirped as he started to move against you. he shuddered with sexual desire for you - this was his prized driver, on her back, legs open just for him.
he leaned forward and clutched onto the hotel covers under you, he moved against you with heavy thrusts. a deep, burning desire for you coursed through his blood. this was what he needed, while he didn't expect to fall in love with you when he signed you - but that had all changed.
you had grown from a nervous rookie to a driver worthy of taking it all home. a driver worthy for max's treatment both on and off the track.
he moved his hips against you, he worked himself against you with heavy thrusts. the bed shifted partially under the force of his movements, the headboard tapped against the wall. he didn't need to wake up the entire floor, but maybe next time he'll fuck you in his room - a room that was often a bit further away from the rest of the team.
"you have no idea how much i worshiped you, max." you said between heavy pants, "i adored you. i wanted to be you." you swallowed as you felt his burning gaze on you. your cheeks were flushed and your body felt sweaty.
"i was your idol."
you looked at him and replied, "i wanted to be the best and get your praise." it felt weird to acknowledge that, the part of you that yearned for the praise of the great max verstappen, a man who made driving look easy. who took a bucket of a car and sailed it to victory - the champion of all champions.
he pushed back your hair from your face and kissed your forehead while he continued to fuck you, his thrusts gained a bit more speed as the bed rocked further, "what? that i think you're the only driver that could break my records? that i put you in a great car so you could drive laps around the competition? that i want you to be the best because deep down i know that you are."
you moaned a little louder and you two then shared another heated kiss. he held onto the covers for leverage as he continued to thrust up into you. your thighs clenched around his waist. you held your hips raised to give him the best angle to fuck you, the angle that made your vision blue from the intensity of the pleasure.
the two of you continued to fuck one another, the pleasure built between you two with heavy thrusts from one another. the kisses grew messier, the moans grew in noise, and the desperate need for one another only mounted. it was like the months of you on the team were mounted to a moment of pure climax - max saw you worthy as a driver, as a winner.
and you yearned to make him proud.
the pleasure continued, you reached for your team principal and clutched onto his shoulders tightly. he held onto your hips and moved himself further against you.
"you make me proud every race, that's why i've yearned for you so badly." he kissed your cheeks, feeling the heat under his lips. you were both sweaty, heated from the sex.
you clutched onto him tighter, you tensed up. pleasure crossed your expression as he fucked you. the feeling of his cock, the tightness of his grip, his words of praise. it all fueled your mind as the pleasure came to a head.
"fuck," you whimpered, "max."
the way you looked at him in your blissed out state, how he admired you with each heavy stroke of his cock. you looked like a dream, this was heaven to him. he went in for another searing kiss before he thrusted a few more times. he then finished inside of you with a tension in his body.
he broke the kiss and clutched onto your hips tightly as as he finished. those blue eyes hazy with pleasure, but still drank in the sight of you.
you were both sweaty, hot with little air circulation in the bedroom. it smelled like sex. max pulled out and kissed you on your forehead before he went to open a window to let some of the cooler air get through the room.
when he was back in bed with you, he got you under the covers. he threw them over you to protect your nudity in case your teammate came crashing in or something akin to that.
he peppered your face and neck with kisses. he held you tightly in his strong arms. he was still a man to admire.
"you're better than my ex." you said softly.
he smiled with his lips close to your temple. he gave you a firm squeeze, "and i'll keep being better, and you'll keep being my champion."
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years later and three championships later. you were all smiles at the final press conference of the season. seated in front of the reporters, the final win you needed to secure your fourth world champion title.
"so what are the future plans?" one reporter asked.
there was a tick of silence, you could feel the gaze of your lover from off stage. you sat up a little straighter and replied, "well, this will actually be my last season." you smiled like you were the sun itself, "my contract with verstappen racing is coming to an end... and we're not going to renew it because me and max verstappen are getting married." then held up your hand and showed off the ring he proposed with over the summer break.
"racing has been fun, but this is the next chapter for both of us!" <3
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god, i don't know what's been happening the last few days. but i've become so needy for cottontail. i think i just miss him more, the anticipation of the exam is over so now i'm just waiting for him to come for a few weeks and we get to see one another.
he has been talking about going on a trip when he comes back from deployment, i think it's been helping him not feel the distance so much. and hearing him talk about it helps me not to miss him so much. but i think i've just been in a weird headspace the last few days after the exam. i can't wait to hold him in my arms again and be able to have all the tension leave my body. find peace ya know.
we're going to have a discord movie date on monday - if anyone has any movie recommendations, i'd love to hear them!!
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small military things - 141
"what is the comfort item the men of task force 141 keep close to remind them of the most important thing in their life, you." - starring: john price, simon riley, kyle garrick and john mactavish
a/n: was this inspired? yes. inspired by what? you can probably guess..
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captain john price: call him an old romantic, but he keeps a photo of you in his helmet. tucked away in the straps, out of sight but still in his mind. you were always n his mind, while he laid in the uncomfortable cot, he thought about your sugary voice and the sweetness between your legs. he thought of home, how you were probably tucked away in bed. while he wasn't there to protect you, he knew that he was keeping the world safe and therefore you safe. the love of his life! it was of you smiling, that time you went to the zoo and the keeper put a large snake across your shoulders. you were laughing, a reminder to price that he had to do everything he could to keep the laughter coming. seeing that beautiful smile. but it also burned something fierce in the captain, a need for his missus. just make sure to send another printed out picture of you in your next care package because his other one, well, got a ruined.
lieutenant simon riley: he gifted you patches from his military gear. they were old, frayed at the edges. a sign of well worn material. he didn't need to wear "riley" across his chest anymore while on base. but you, you were the mrs. riley! if anyone should have it, it was you. and in return you gifted him a small bear plush. officer bear was the name that you gave it, even though simon explained that officer wasn't a very high rank, but he still took the toy. he never owned stuffed animals, the ones in his home were yours. but officer bear was a nice comfort item on base. he stayed there when simon left for a mission (safer that way). however, simon had to put the stuffed toy in the closet while he masturbated. but he did touch himself to thoughts of you cuddled up with the plush toy once he came home, the brown bear's soft head stuck between your breasts while you cuddled with it. soon simon thought about his big head between your soft breasts. how many more days was it till lt. riley and officer bear got to go home to the missus?
sergeant kyle garrick: he would say his little military thing was that he slept with your old university hoodie as a pillow case when he was on base. the worn fabric, the wear and tear around the cuffs of the sleeves from how well loved it had been. the brick red coloured fabric up against his cheek while he slept - memories of you. however, he had another article of clothing that he kept in his tactical vest. it wasn't from university, but rather your wedding night - thin cotton panties that you wore on your wedding night. pastel blue that held precious memories of the lovely, stunning mrs. garrick. however it was hard to clean when 141 does their laundry, everything is put together, so it was rather up against his face rather than around his cock when he gets a few quiet of moments for stress relief.
sergeant john mactavish: things have moved a long way since the second world war, now john can simply text you, every little thought that comes into his mind. some days he cannot text; trainings, missions, flights, etc. but when he got his phone back, the cracked screen with the flimsy scotland themed case (that you bought him), he was texting you. maybe some of those messages would make the likes of price look away out of modesty, but for the most part john behaved. but you had woken up to hi waxing poetically about how much he wanted to eat you out when he got home - only weeks till he got to have the sweetest fruit of the highlands once more. - he wanted to eat you out. he always tried to egg you on to tease him i situations where he couldn't jerk off. he loved the rush of your dirty talk over text! and he could save it for later, your dirty text continued to be the subject of his sexual fantasies after he retired and got to have your sweet pussy every night.
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YOU CAN DO IT!! GOOD LUCK ON THAT EXAMMMM <3
thank you!!! i am taking today as a good omen!!
cottontail's military exercise ends today (11 days early) and my good friend got a new job! it's also sunny and warmer without a cloud in the sky! the future feels limitless! and i am taking it as a sign that today will be good and the exam will go well!!!
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bunny-jpeg · 2 months ago
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my exam is in 3 hours - pray for me....
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bunny-jpeg · 2 months ago
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i need to kiss my man on the mouth nooooow
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