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DOUBLE ON THIS! i will not tolerate ANY negative behavior on my page this weekend or ever. !!!

hey as we move into sunday race day, and after hitting 500 followers, i think this is a good time to remind everyone that any hate toward ANY driver will be deleted and you will be blocked, especially if its about osc or lando! :) this is my happy place and i dont need that shit here. go cry on twitter. the block button is a treat to me.

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Ahhh! I'd kill for some smut with either of these guys—you pick! oscar/franco/lando/charles with a thicker reader who's like a fan but she's super different and is like alternative as fuck. Face piercings, Tattoos, Dyed hair, looks scary. I fear Oscar or Franco fits this sooo welll aaahhhh 💬

not so scary now, huh? - OP81 🔥

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summary: You’ve always been the kind of girl people cross the street to avoid. Pierced lip, half-shaved head, thighs for days and a resting bitch face that could start wars. So when you finally meet Oscar Piastri — the golden boy of F1 — you expect him to smile politely and move on. What you don’t expect is for him to stare like he’s already imagining your lipstick smudged on his cock.

warnings: NSFW (18+), Oscar x thicker/curvier reader, reader is alternative/alt-girl coded (tattoos, dyed hair, piercings, dark eyeliner, intimidating aura), reader is a fan, Oscar is obsessed, public-to-private setting (meets in paddock/party and ends up in hotel), oral (f receiving), pussy worship, praise kink, slight sub!Oscar energy, size kink undertones (he loves your thighs), begging, finger sucking, marking (neck/inner thighs), intense eye contact, rough make-out, reader is confident but not used to being adored, Oscar is soft but filthy, aftercare implied

It starts with the look. One stupid glance across a paddock event, and suddenly Oscar Piastri, media-trained, painfully polite, golden retriever in driver form, is locked onto you like you’re the most interesting sin in the building.

Which is hilarious. Because you’re not like the girls he’s normally seen with. You’re thick. You’ve got thighs. You’ve got tattoos spiralling up your arms and a half-sleeve of a skeleton hand holding a bouquet. Your hair’s split-dyed, your septum ring glints in the sun, and your eyeliner could kill a man if aimed right. Your shirt’s too tight. Your boots are too high. You do not belong in the glossy PR bubble of Formula 1.

But Oscar keeps looking.

So you raise your pierced brow. Challenge him. And he smiles like he wants to ruin something.

He finds you after the event. Slips past a crowd. Stands in front of you with his hands in his pockets and a flushed kind of panic in his eyes. “You’re really hot.”

You blink. “You’re really fucking brave.”

He grins. “I have my moments.”

“You know I’m a fan, right?”

“Yeah,” he says. “But not like the others.”

That’s what does it. That quiet little line. Said like he’s been waiting for you. You kiss him in the hotel elevator. Tongue first. Teeth second. He moans when you press him against the wall, your thigh between his, your hands dragging up under his McLaren hoodie like you’ve earned it.

“You still think I’m hot?” you murmur against his neck.

“So hot,” he whispers. “Fuck.”

You take him back to your room.

He strips you slow. Like he’s reverent. Like the stretch marks and the softness and the ink across your chest are his new religion. You push him onto the bed. Straddle him. Let your tits spill over your bra as you tug at his waistband and laugh when he chokes on a breath.

“You gonna cry, golden boy?”

“Maybe.”

You ride his face first. Because you want to see how badly he wants it. And fuck, does he want it.

He moans into you like he’s starving. Grips your hips with shaking hands. Licks like he’s memorising every fold. Whispers “so pretty” and “so soft” and “fuck, you taste good” between gasps for air.

You come on his tongue with your fingers in his curls and your thighs trembling on either side of his head. And he smiles. “Not so scary now, huh?” he whispers, dazed, lips shiny.

You smirk. “Shut up and fuck me, Piastri.”

He obeys. Immediately. And when he comes, it’s with your name in his mouth and your teeth in his neck.

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𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒, 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑘

Clark Kent (Superman) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (minors DNI), established relationship, cockwarming, p in v sex, soft!dom Clark, teasing, p w what plot, v slight degradation, desperate reader, spanking, v slight daddy kink, praise kink, lowkey size kink, aftercare, midnight fuel idea so if it's trash sue me, kinda whiny Clark in the first half, Clark's supercock splits you in half!!, why did I lowkey end it on fluff

boarders by @enchanthings & @cursed-carmine 💌🥂💋

wc: 1.6k (ik it's short i'm sorry)

if any of these warnings make you uncomfortable - i have plenty other fics to satisfy - please meet your own needs friends !

Clark promised.

He had to get this article done by tomorrow morning, or Perry would have his head. And you, as always, were not helping.

Bottoms off and hips deep on his cock, wearing his favorite red set that made your breasts look perfect. You were quite the sight. Clark's hands shook as he clacked away at his cheap keyboard.

You didn't move much, just the slight roll of your hips whenever he slipped and spelled a word wrong, a subtle clench when he paused to look you in the eyes and growl, "Don't."

All the while, you remained innocent, your lips quivering in a sickly-sweet and velvety voice, speaking in the shell of his ear, "Finish your article, Clark." The tilt in your voice when you spoke his name always undid him.

He groans, weak and tired, drawling out the 'l', "Sweet girl, you know I gotta finish this." The vein in his neck popped out with another heavy breath. You lean in to lick it.

Clark slams his hands down on the desk.

"Finish it, then finish me." You challenge, grazing his ear lobe, just light enough to feel your want. You lean back, eager to see his reaction, and it doesn't disappoint.

Clark's eyes find yours as they turn a shade darker. His lip rises at the corner, pronouncing his dipped dimples. His voice comes out ragged, deep, and low. Dangerous.

"Oh. I will. You ain't getting away with this teasing, pretty."

You bite your lip and sigh dramatically, pushing your hips up into him with a pathetic whimper.

"Cmon, daddy. 'M so sleepy."

"Yeah?"

Clark's eyes shudder closed when he hears his calling. His jaw tightens with a pulse, flushing his skin. With a crook of his neck, Clark leans into your flesh, nipping in another strained warning.

He takes a hand from his keyboard and brings it down on your right cheek with a smack.

You breathe in sharply, humming out your pleasure and burying your head in his collarbone.

"You're lingering real close to the line, baby. It's almost like you want me to punish you tonight." Clark sighs, hand smoothing out where he'd spanked. An angry mark lies on your skin, reminding you of whose you were. He was getting annoyed.

"I just want you to feel real good, daddy." You yawn, fake sniffling into his neck, teasing him.

Clark knows you too well to fall for it. He snaps his hips up with a slap, sending his cock straight into your cervix, and causing you to moan loudly into his skin.

"I'm trying to be real patient, baby, but I need to get this done. Let daddy finish, and he'll treat you real good."

You finally quit, sighing in defeat and nodding into his neck.

"Mkay."

He smacks your ass again, this time softer, "Good girl."

You whine, claiming that it "wasn't fair," but Clark's attention is back on his writing. So instead, you sit back and watch him focus. You note how his teeth grind as he mulls over a word. How his eyes flicker back and forth to each line, checking his grammar.

His hair is a mess, partly from a day full of work, running around The Planet, and partly from your fingers and their way of gravitating to his scalp when he returned home in time for dinner.

You thanked the stars that Clark was home tonight. The streets outside whistled quietly, a rare but beautiful sound. It gave Clark a chance to unwind from his superhero duties and live a little more domestically.

Clark sighs, dropping his hands to your waist and leaning back into his chair.

"That is all I can do right now. Perry's gonna have to like it."

You coo happily, grasping his glasses off his nose and setting them down on the table, "It's another interview with your alter ego, right?"

Clark nods with a gulp.

"Then I'm sure he'll love it. The man can't complain when Metro's golden boy allows for a statement." You giggle, brushing back some of Clark's mangled locks. His eyes search yours for a moment, and you lose your breath.

Clark is eating you alive with his gaze.

He smiles devilishly, pinching your ass with his dominant fingers, and you squeal. "Work's for suckers anyway," he whispers, smashing his mouth to yours. You meet him halfway with your glossed lips, letting him access you fully. Clark groans when he tastes you again, and his hands grip your ass unashamedly now, lifting you slightly and bringing you back down on his cock. Again. Again.

You're painfully soaked, arousal dripping all over Clark's lap. But you can't help it, with him being as big as he is. You could come by just sitting on the tip, much less his whole cock. He's splitting you open, no amount of training and sex could ever prepare you for his massive dick.

He pulls back your head by the hair, gently, kissing up and down your jaw. "Gonna be s'good for me, good for daddy, huh?"

You nod mindlessly and whimper into his cheek, kissing it with an open mouth. It only spurs Clark on further.

"Ohhh, d-daddy, yes!" You rasp when Clark hits a different angle, pressing his chest to yours and breathing sharply into your temple. He lifts you and halfway stands, putting his thighs into a straining position as he fucks up into you mercilessly.

His hand spanks you again, hard. You cry with a high-pitched scream, moaning as you make a mess of his cock. "That's it, atta girl. Let me have it," Clark whispers into your cheekbone now, head tilting down to steal you into another bruising kiss.

He lights you on fire with every touch; every thrust is electric. And all the while, Clark is fully aware of your needs. He memorizes you, what feels good, what doesn't. He measures every reaction, making sure that you are totally and completely satisfied.

It's enough to make you weep.

You aren't sure when you come, but you have, and you continue to. The sounds of your wet pussy smacking onto his balls fill the office room of your shared apartment. Clark groans when you scrape your fingers down his shoulder blades, babbling like the little baby you are.

Clark watches you, eyes wide and full of adoration. He kisses your cheek with pursed lips.

"Good girl," he rasps, but doesn't let up. Instead, Clark makes you look at him with one hand, pressing a thumb into your mouth and giving you the eyes that say, "You know what to do."

So you suck his thumb into your mouth, eyes rolling back and chest heaving steadily. Clark enjoys the sight, his other hand guiding your pussy back down on his cock with every snap of his own hips.

"God- fuck, I'm close, baby." He whimpers, voice cracking with a desperate timbre as he fucks you wildly now. His thrusts become erratic, and he groans deeply, hips pressing painfully into your own as he cums deep inside you. Clark's head falls to your shoulder, biting at it.

You feel his cock paint your walls in a familiar warm coating, and you allow your eyes to glaze over lazily, absolutely devastated.

"So, so good, Clark.”

Clark slowly raises his head and meets your eyes. They look so blue in this light. His arms grip you like you’re the last thing he wants to let go of.

"That's daddy to you, little girl. And you're funny if you think we're done."

Oh fuck, what have you gotten yourself into?

Here you were, three rounds later, in bed, Clark’s cum dripping out of you while you squeeze him like a vice. Your top is thrown aside somewhere in the apartment, Clark’s work.

He’s half asleep, coaxing you and kissing your hair like a devoted lover. One palm is feeling at your breasts, giving each a lingering and loving squeeze. The city outside stays hushed and still.

In the silence, you look at your love and smile.

He was wonderful.

You hum, pressing your lips to his as you both lie there, trying to catch your breath. He meets you tenderly, slipping his tongue inside your mouth again, and gently tastes you.

You sit like that for a minute, just kissing. It’s incredibly intimate, and it makes you feel so loved. Clark never shied away from the still moments after sex.

He would always hold you, shush you when you asked if he “liked it.” He’d reassure you, nodding and kissing your belly until you giggled like a little girl.

God.

It had been far too long since you were able to just appreciate him.

Clark yawns and hoists you into his hold, standing. “Let’s go get you a bath.”

You groan in protest, whacking his chest with a weak palm, “Nuh uh, I’m too tired.” Your heart started to pound, alerting you that you were anxious. Clark didn’t have to wash you; you didn’t want to be a burden.

He laughs softly and kisses you forehead.

“I’ll do the work, Y/n, you sit there and look pretty, I can hear you stressing.”

“Clark, you don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

You didn’t know what you did to deserve Clark Kent, but you knew that you would do anything to keep him.

Your quiet voice whispers out, “Thank you.”

He doesn’t pay it any mind, shushing you.

“This is what I need.”

You nod, his duty to take care and protect, seeped into every aspect of your relationship. Clark couldn’t stand sitting to the side and watching you be independent.

He needs to be needed.

“Okay, but if you wash me, we’re making midnight brownies.”

He huffs out a satisfied laugh.

“Alright, baby. Alright.”

Thank you smmm for reading! I hope you enjoyed this; it was written between the hours of 2-5am, so it might not be wonderful. I very lightly edited today.

Please consider reblogging if you loved it!

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NO WHAT SHOW ME HELLO.

“I can hit you in the face if you want”

“Do you wanna throw my shoe?”

What if I dissect their brains in a glass laboratory so everyone can jump to conclusions with me

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"knock before you enter" i absolutely love tumblr.

thinking about clark's dick... [mdni 18+]

we already know it's big - that much is evident based on his 6'4 stature alone. But just picture it:

Impossibly thick and long, with a pretty pink mushroom tip that flushes a little extra whenever you pay special attention to it. Your lipgloss smearing its glossy finish across it whenever you two sneak into the supply closet during your lunch break.

A leaking slit that twitches and drips copious amounts of pre-cum whenever you wear a particularly low-cut blouse to the office. Leaning over his desk to give him the perfect view of your lacey bra.

A heavy and warm shaft that pulses erratically in his boxers whenever your ass brushes across his crotch when the two of you cook dinner together in your shoebox apartment.

Thick veins that lie on the underside of his cock, innately sensitive to the way your tongue drags across them, drool pooling at the base as you look up at him with glassy eyes. His hands gripping his own hair because he's afraid to tug on yours too hard.

A tip that's inexplicably heavy, making you jolt and mewl whenever clark taps it across your clit before pushing inside because it's only courteous to knock before you enter, right?

A slight upward curve that hits just the right spot whenever he bullies his way inside of you, the stretch splitting you open in ways you didn't even know possible while he coos at you, muttering extensive praise that have your pussy fluttering in response.

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I perhaps wanna do some p!rn links for max/lando/oscar

... would we approve...... (all links will be twitter/X links)

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Goodmorning tumblr! My new smutty centered discord server is now up and running! Please be over 18 before you think about joining—we have strict age moderation between me and my fellow mod @astriddsaysstuff !

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Come join in on an 18+ writer/reader server!

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Hi so—

Multifandom discord!? 18+ ONLY NO MINORS.

I'm thinking of making a new discord server that will be multifandom based so things like F1, DBH, UNTIL DAWN, MARVEL etc.

If this poll gets more than 20 yes's i'll make it tonight and post it tomorrow or Thursday ^_^

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Goodmorning tumblr! My new smutty centered discord server is now up and running! Please be over 18 before you think about joining—we have strict age moderation between me and my fellow mod @astriddsaysstuff !

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Goodmorning tumblr! My new smutty centered discord server is now up and running! Please be over 18 before you think about joining—we have strict age moderation between me and my fellow mod @astriddsaysstuff !

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Hear me out: pussy drunk Landoscar (or just Oscar) maybe like them taking turns🫦

pass her around - LN4 🔥

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summary: It starts as a joke. A lazy night in, wine poured, teasing words and wandering hands. But then Lando dares Oscar to taste you — and Oscar does. One kiss turns into two fingers. Then it’s Lando on his knees again, drunk on your moans, lips slick, begging for more. They take turns because they can’t help themselves. Because your body is theirs to worship. And by the time you’re soaked and shaking, neither of them knows where one ends and the other begins. Just soft growls of mine and again and fuck, she’s perfect.

warnings: smut (18+), threesome (m/m/f), oral (f receiving), fingering, pussy drunk!Lando and Oscar, soft dom vibes, begging, overstimulation, taking turns, praise, light possessiveness, light edging, reader completely wrecked, use of pet names, no penetration (yet), just mouth and hands and absolute need

Oscar had only meant to stay for dinner. Lando had cooked, which was to say he’d ordered food, plated it like a smug bastard, and poured wine like it was a performance. You were in his hoodie and not much else, legs over his lap while Oscar sat across from you on the couch, flushed from laughter, the wine, or both.

It started light. You teasing Lando. Lando pulling your thigh across his lap. Oscar watching with that quiet, focused attention like he was studying the shape of your grin.

“You two are sick,” Oscar muttered, sipping his drink.

“You’re still here,” you smiled.

He licked his lips. “Barely.”

Lando’s hand slid up the inside of your thigh, fingers brushing your underwear. You gasped, just a little, and Oscar stared. Lando didn’t stop.

“She’s loud when she’s like this,” he said casually, looking at Oscar like they weren’t about to commit sin together. “You wanna hear?”

You blinked. “Lando.”

He grinned. “Go on, mate. Give her a taste.”

Oscar’s breath hitched.

You didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Just let the silence pull tight around the three of you.

Then Oscar set his glass down. Leaned forward. “Can I?” he asked.

You nodded, heart pounding.

He knelt between your legs, hands gentle as they slid your underwear down. His mouth hovered just above your pussy. His eyes flicked to yours once, like a warning.

Then he licked. Slow. Careful. Focused. You moaned, hips twitching.

Lando chuckled behind you. “Told you.”

Oscar groaned, tongue circling your clit like he was learning it. Like he wanted to learn it. His hands pressed your thighs open wider and he moaned into you, loud and low. “She’s soaked,” he muttered, breathless.

Lando grinned. “Addictive, right?”

Oscar didn’t answer. Just kept going. Faster now. Sloppier. One hand slid up to your chest, groping through the hoodie. The other traced circles on your inner thigh.

Lando leaned back, watching you squirm. “You gonna let me have a turn, or are you just gonna keep her for yourself?”

Oscar growled against you. “I’m not done yet.”

You whimpered, gripping Lando’s arm.

“He’s getting possessive,” Lando teased.

“He’s so good,” you gasped.

Lando’s eyes darkened. Oscar pulled back with wet lips, panting. “You’re not gonna last long if he goes next.���

You laughed, breathless, dazed. “You’re both fucking dangerous.”

Lando grinned. “Your turn, baby.”

He switched places with Oscar in seconds. Dropped between your thighs and buried his face in you without hesitation.

“Fuck,” he moaned, tongue messy, desperate. “I missed this.”

Oscar stroked your leg while Lando sucked your clit like it owed him money. You cried out, nails in the couch, legs trembling.

“She tastes like you now,” Lando murmured to Oscar, eyes fluttering shut. “You like that?”

Oscar groaned. “Keep going.”

Lando did. Two fingers. Fast and deep. Tongue circling your clit while Oscar watched, his cock hard under his joggers, hand twitching in his lap.

You were soaked. Shaking. Whimpering now. Oscar leaned in, kissing your shoulder. “You’re doing so well.”

“Please,” you begged. “I’m so close.”

Lando growled, speeding up.

Oscar whispered in your ear. “Come for us.”

You did, loud, wrecked, pulsing around Lando’s fingers while Oscar kissed your temple and Lando moaned into your cunt like he’d just won something sacred.

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Fishnets and clark kent? oh yes. Need your thoughts on Clark kent and a goth girl perhaps.

i'd be happy to! as a goth girl myself this will be so much fun to write. tysm for the request xoxo

clark kent with a goth girlfriend.

!! mdni, nsfw themes, headcanons, f!reader, reader is goth.

clark kent wouldn't really have much of a type, finding personality to be the most charming thing about a woman. although, a switch would flip in him when he sees you for the first time, dark clothing, shiny accessories, and unique makeup style with a stunning black lip.

a huge hero, kind inside and out being seen in public with a girl who looks like she'll kill you if you look at her the wrong way. he needs it. he needs you.

he'd buy you the cutest little halloween themed items because he thinks that's what you'd like. he wouldn't be extremely knowledgeable specifically on the goth subculture, but he'd sit and listen to you the entire time you explain it to him with the most love drunk expression on his face.

he loves those long skirts and dresses you wear that make you look like a risen vampire. he'd want to just unravel you and have you all to himself. he'd let you suck his blood and turn him if you could.

this man and fishnets. he'd have to force himself not to rip a gaping hole in them and drive into your little cunt at the most brutal pace.

he would frequently let you know how beautiful you are and that you should never change for anyone. he fell for your authentic self, and he fell hard.

he loses his grip on reality when your eyeliner is racing down your face and utterly ruined from sucking him off. when you leave black lipstick stains on his dick, he'd hesitate washing it off in the shower because it's just too perfect.

if you dye your hair unnatural colors, he'd have plenty of fun helping you with it. he would even let you dye a little streak in his hair to match with yours as well.

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THE DISCORD WILL BE AREIVING SOON

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. huhhh

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PAUSI YOURE A F1 FAN? OR-

thank u to my f1 mutuals i had something to bond over with my dad today

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I'll make it tonight >:)

Multifandom discord!? 18+ ONLY NO MINORS.

I'm thinking of making a new discord server that will be multifandom based so things like F1, DBH, UNTIL DAWN, MARVEL etc.

If this poll gets more than 20 yes's i'll make it tonight and post it tomorrow or Thursday ^_^