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Daniel Ricciardo NSFW alphabet

A-Aftercare (what they're like after sex?)

He very much likes looking after her, so imagine long showers/ baths. He is certified skincareologist-he has watched her do the routines so many times that he's a professional now. Plus he loves to rub moisturisers all over her body. He loves physical contact so don't expect to be left alone.

B-Body part (what is their favourite part of theirs and their partner?)

I think he really likes his abs, it's just nice to look at. (The fact he doesn't like his side profile is criminal)

He LOVES his partners hips, perfect to grab. I believe he likes to hold her hips when dancing, or railing her.

C-Cum (anything to do with cum)

I don't think he Cums a lot, volume wise. But he just loves to cum. I believe he has a preference of cumming inside, however he's happy with where ever she wants it.

D-Dirty secret (just a dirty secret of theirs)

I think he’d really want to fuck in slightly public places, a pool is the best example. Just something about it is so appealing.

E- Experience (how experienced are they)

VERY. He's obviously very attractive and so has had many girls. He's learned all of the possible techniques and doesn't need guidance. He loves to try our new methods and can read her like a book.

F- Favourite position

Cowgirl- I don't know what you expected from me. He loves any position where she's riding him. Or maybe where she's up against a wall. He also definitely likes car sex (have you seen the interview?)

G- Goofy (how serious are they in the moment)

75% serious. He likes to really focus on the sex but other times he just can't help but he his funny self.

H- Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes)

The hair is exactly the same. I will say though he strikes me as someone who's completely clean shaven, but waits quite a while to shave again. It's not a matter of forgetting or laziness, but actually convince. He doesn't have to trim it as often this way. He does have a tummy trail which I think is cute- even though no one asked.

I- Intimacy (how are they during the moment? Romantic? Pleasure driven?)

Very romantic, he likes to be sweet and loving. Daniel definitely likes to hold hands. But I can also see him just repeating "fuck" as he's pounding her when she's pushed up against some wall, and he's just so desperate for pleasure that's all he can think about.

J- Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Self care king. He actually really likes to masturbate, whether that he by himself or with her watching. He does really enjoy his hand.

K- Kinks (one or more of their kinks)

BDSM- not in a super SM way. He likes restraints and blindfolds, but not necessarily pain. A little is fun, just enough that it doesn’t cause an issue for the following day

Wax- he likes to drip hot wax down her body during the off season. This definitely started with one of those lotion candles and then with some other low temperature melting candles.

Edging- Daniel loves hearing her beg to cum, bucking her hips towards him just for that release. But he doesn’t like to give it to her straight away.

L- Location (their favourite place)

Anywhere in the house-the kitchen is great for bending her over, or eating her out while she's sat on the counter. The living room is perfect for soft/cuddley sofa sex, or when she wants to ride him, but he must have his hands on her.

The car- anytime Daniel gets a new car he makes a point of driving her somewhere, whether it's just the longest route possible or to go to a secluded location. He likes the option of her riding him in the front, or fucking her in the back. Also, road head!!

M- Motivation (what gets them going?)

He loves a sexy phone call, or a really long voice note of her pleasuring herself. He's not fond of sexting but, phone sex is one of his favourites. So just hearing her saying things like "I'm so wet just thinking about what you're going to do to me tomorrow." He just can't resist.

The dancing has made a come back, even if it's very innocent, he'll find a way.

He's a man and so will like visual things, so anytime you're showing him an outfit, or he sees lingerie.

N- No (what turns them off)

Anything typically considered "gross" like piss and such. This might just be me protecting my hate, you do you though.

I also don't think he wasn't to be a cuck. Or a bottom tbh

O- Oral (preference on giving or receiving. Skill)

This man loves blow jobs so much it's unreal. I could spend hours talking about this. He enjoys most techniques, when his tip is up against the roof of her mouth, or pushing against her cheek, or when is dick is down her throat. He loves it all!!! He does also really love giving, I think this is something he's grown more into liking. He might need a little convincing for her to ride his face but once he starts he doesn't want to stop. Pussy DRUNK.

P- Pace (Are they fast or slow? Rough or sensual?)

He loves to be sensual, his love language is physical touch so you should know he's taking his time to really feel absolutely everything. That doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy hardcore. He likes rough and hard, he likes to be fast, when he wants to prove a point ;)

Q- Quickie (their opinions on them? How often?)

He is very neutral. It happens every now and then, he does enjoy them, but would definitely prefer lots of foreplay and teasing, no matter how much he likes to cum.

R- Risk (will they experiment? Do they take risks?)

I don't know if this is an Australian thing, but these lot seem to be up for pretty much everything. So I think he's more than happy to try anything that isn't a hard no. So he definitely takes risks.

S- Stamina (how many rounds do they go for?)

I don't think that many rounds (as much as I love him, he is 34) but that doesn't stop him. Probably 2/3

T-Toys (do they own any? Do they use them? On a partner or themself?)

I think there is one of every kind. But only one toy gets used at a time. You can have cuffs or a vibrator, not both. He doesn't really use them on himself, unless he's

U-Unfair (how much do they tease?)

He absolutely loves it. He’ll be torturing her clit for ages, then just pull away to kiss around her cunt, or onto her thighs. In my mind he always runs his hands over her body in a featherlight teasing manner.

V-Volume (how loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

He groans very loud, and it’s always super throaty. I think he gets out of breath very quickly where he really likes to talk through out. It’s another way of his teasing.

W-Wild card (a random headcanon)

I think he actually quite liked period sex. Idk why, not to bring up the Australian thing again, but I genuinely believe he’d really like it. Just the intimacy and providing relief ig.

X-X-ray (how big are they?)

Definitely quite long, but not that thick. I think either bends very lightly left, or up.

Y- Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Not that high, however if she wanted to fuck, he’s never going to say no. I think now that he’s doing a lot more, he’s a lot busier :(

Z-Zzz (how quick do they fall asleep afterwards?)

I like to think that he stays up quite late. Daniel likes to fall asleep to noise (cannon) so he’d like conversations or just generally listening to her talk. Or maybe he’d put some soft music on.

Pinterest wasn’t giving what I needed today. I was looking for such a specific image but it wasn’t providing.

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since the summer break is coming up soon, we wanted to organise another lewis event! <3

everyone is welcome to participate! just remember to use #lewisappreciationweeks so we can find your posts and reblog them! :)

various creations (be it gifs, edits, fancams, fics, a text of admiration, etc.) are all welcome!

week one (aug 1st - aug 7th): colours

all about the many colours lewis wears

week two (aug 8th - aug 14th): quotes

all about lewis quotes that inspire you

week three (aug 15th - aug 21st): interviews

all about your fav interviews

week four (aug 22nd - aug 28th): free

funniest moments? comfort content? relationships with others? favourite win? favourite season? all goes here!

Happy creating <3

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maybe it’s the daddy issues speaking but why do i think it’s kinda hot to imagine saying “i love you” to lewis and his capricorn ass absentmindedly replying “thanks” or something like “i’m aware” 😳

I like to think it’s less absentminded-ness & more Daddy teaching you to control your emotions…

I need to drabble on this a little…

Words: 700+

“I missed you…so much…”

The words rolled off your tongue as you sat in his lap, one arm wrapped around his neck, whilst you ran your fingers through his beard, twirling the fluffy curls his time away had allowed to grow.

“I know you did.”

Your face screwed up in displeasure, not that he was able to see it, Lewis was focused on his phone that sat in the hand that wasn’t placed on your thigh.

Having to share his attention after not seeing him for a week was not something you enjoyed.

“I love you, Lewis.”

You rolled your ass into his lap ever so slightly, just enough to feel a reaction as he hardened a little under you, yet still he persisted with dividing his attention with others.

“I know you do, sweetie.”

The sigh you let out was louder than you had meant it, you uncurled your body from his and attempted to get up.

You almost made it up out of his lap, but the moment you lifted off of him you felt his hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you back down to him.

“Where are you going?”

His voice was calm yet stern, his eyes still focused on his screen as if nothing had happened, but his hold on you stronger than ever.

“I was going to leave you be, clearly you’re busy…”

You felt his breathy chuckle against your neck, his hand that was wrapped around your wrist loosened as it moved across your breasts, teasing each nipple with a little attention until his fingers danced up to your throat.

“But I want you here.”

His fingers danced back and forth around the base of your neck, you tried to tease them around it properly, you knew he could never resist his little your throat felt in his grip, but he wouldn’t give in.

“Did you not even miss me a little bit?”

That was it, that was all it took for his fingers to find your throat, but only so he could turn your face towards his as he looked up from his phone, finally.

“You think I didn’t miss you?”

Wide eyed and with your teeth biting into your lower lip, you nodded.

You had his full attention now as his lips found yours, his kiss raw with passion but the added touch of annoyance at his bratty girl made it hit just a little harder.

As he distracted you with his kiss, his hands parted your thighs, removing your panties so quickly that you could be mistaken for thinking it was a magic trick.

“Tell me you missed me, please…”

You knew your pleas would annoy him further yet you just couldn’t help yourself. As quickly as he freed your material restraints, he took himself out of his shorts, the slap of his many inches against your folds never failed to make you tingle with immediate excitement.

“I don’t need to tell you I missed you.”

He slapped his dick against your increasingly wet folds repeatedly, as if drawing out as much of your wetness was his aim; he succeeded.

“Fuck me, please…”

Lewis held your face now, his large fingers cupped your cheek so perfectly as his gaze bore into you.

“If you want it so badly, put it in…”

Despite your pleas, permission was the last thing you expected yet you wasted not a second once you were granted it.

His fingers dug so harshly into your hips you knew you would feel the ache for days to come, as he helped guide you above him, before he watched you engulf all of his thickness inside of you, your silent gasp appearing as if you were feeling him for the first time.

“Better?”

“A little, I just need you-“

Lewis didn’t let you finish your sentence, he stole the words from your lips with his own as his tongued massaged yours.

“No. You’re going to sit here, perfectly still, as I finish what I was doing…maybe my dick will remind you of all the ways I miss you.”

You disobeyed him immediately, not caring for the consequences, it was impossible to care when you had him inside of you.

You rolled your hips as much as he would allow, his dick stroking against every wall as you did so.

“No, I said you will sit still.”

Lewis made sure his hold of your hips was tighter now, making it impossible for you to move before one of his hands reached forward to slap you on the clit, your shriek like music to his ears as you felt your punishment.

“If you prove to me that you can be the very good girl I know you can…maybe, just maybe…I’ll fuck you exactly how you need once I’m done.”

His kiss now wasn’t to steal anything but your lust, he loved how your pathetic neediness tasted, he loved knowing that only he had the power to satisfy you in that moment.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Your words lingered in the small space between you the moment he parted your kiss.

“Good girl…and for the record…”

Lewis let his own float in the air for a second, just long enough to thrust up into you once, enough to make your moan cry out as he gave you so very little of what you needed.

“…I love you more than anything in the world…especially when you’re my needy little slut.”

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favorite moments of lewis giving 'fuck me' eyes'?

so many to choose from, especially from a few years ago

There are SO many 😳 this one will be hard to remember them all…

I’m going to change it up to favourite Lewis eye contact moments 🤭

10/10 - this eye contact, this very specific eye contact is everything to me. To me this screams ‘you better stop being a brat…’ with a mix of ‘if you want me to fuck you so bad, why don’t you fuck me instead?” with a dash of “look at you, pathetic needy and hungry for Daddy’s dick.”

(Phew had to stop myself there…)

10/10 - this kind of look screams of “I knew you would come..” the kind of arrogance that only he could hold and rightly so. He knows you want him, he knows how hungry you are for him.

10/10 - “it’s big, isn’t it?” Need I say more…

10/10 - now these…these are come fuck me eyes if I’ve ever seen some before. He looks like he’s just spotted someone across the room, made eye constant and now he is telling you everything he wants to do to you, showing you just how nasty his thoughts are, without even having to say a word.

10/10 - I wouldn’t even call these come fuck me eyes, these are the kind of eyes he gives you without meaning to, when not a single thought in his mind is pure and all he is concentrating on is how perfect your lipstick would look stained at the base of his dick.

10/10 - this is the kind of look he gives to everyone, literally everyone. He knows you want to fuck him, he knows that as soon as the picture is released, everyone will be talking about how Daddy he looks. He knows.

10/10 - this eye contact could be a lot of things. It could be pride watching you do you job well, it could be a eye fuck to see how long you can hold it until you blush and look away, and it could be Daddy watching you be a brat for a moment, knowing that it will only mean he will punish you more later.

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Drabble below…👀 18+

You have snuck into his drivers room, fifteen minutes before he has to be out for media duties, wearing nothing but the long black Mercedes coat and a pair of heels.

If anyone was to see you, they would imagine you had a dress on underneath but you didn’t, there was no point, it would have ended up on his drivers room floor anyway.

He was adamant he had to leave soon and that you couldn’t be caught with him there, adamant that you can’t be so reckless in the future, adamant that he could wait until later back at the hotel, adamant until the moment you opened the coat to reveal all, leaving him powerless to his desires for you.

Lack of time made it impossible for him to take his time with you, instead he bent you over his couch, fucking you with the weight of his insatiable hunger for you, every thrust filled with the power of his frustration at you over stepping the mark and annoyance at how weak he was when it came to you.

The growl he let out as he filled you to the brim with all of his pleasure was so animalistic, the way in which his fingers dug deeper into your ass as he pushed into them was so aggressive, the smack he gave your core as he pulled out of you was meant to draw out the shriek you let out, Lewis was both parts annoyed at you and so totally addicted to you.

“You can’t do-“

His words interrupted by the sounds of someone knocking on his door.

“Shit…get behind here, no one can see you.”

You giggled at how panicked he was, moving you to the tiny space behind the door as he pulled up his shorts, trying to compose himself before he answered the door.

“Hey Lewis, just thought you might want this…”

The person on the other side hands him the Mercedes shirt to wear and Lewis was polite as usual.

“You…you are trouble, sweetie.”

Lewis told you as he stood a breath away from you once the door had shut.

“I don’t know, seemed to me you liked it…”

You knew the smirk on your face, the one that told him just how proud you were about how easily you made him crumble, was annoying him more, yet he hadn’t stepped away, it was almost as if he couldn’t.

“You’re lucky I am a very good liar, both of our reputations could be tarnished so easily…”

“You are very good with your words…although, I think it would have been better had that not been so obvious the whole time…”

Your eyes drew down to the dick that had yet to completely soften in his shorts, the one you were certain the team member at the door would have noticed, it was hard not to even at the best of times.

“Shit…I better go.”

Lewis threw on the Mercedes shirt, kissing your cheek before he left you to find your own escape after him.

“You’ve got a few more hours to think about all of the ways you’re going to make it up to me later, sweetie.”

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A Safe Space

Lewis Hamilton x reader (nsfw)

Minors DNI

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Y’all the last line was supposed to says porpoising not proposing 😭😭😭

A Safe Space

Lewis Hamilton x reader (nsfw)

Minors DNI

Keep reading

[filthyair]

Hi everyone I finally made a masterlist!

You can find it here or in my navi

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A Safe Space

Lewis Hamilton x reader (nsfw)

Minors DNI

Lewis had just gotten home from his workout when you ambushed him in a hug. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you snuggled your face into the crook of his neck. 

“Are you okay?” You press a kiss to his neck while you feel Lewis sit down. 

“Of course, I’m okay baby, I’m used to it.” Lewis has one arm wrapped around your waist while his free hand is gripping your thigh, his thumb stroking your soft skin. 

You sigh into his neck before pulling away, worry and anger evident on your face. “That doesn’t make it okay. I know you’ve dealt with this your whole life, but you don’t deserve this now and you didn’t deserve it ever. No one should be abused regardless of their status in society.” 

Lewis smiles at you, bringing a hand up to your cheek. “Thank you, baby. And thank you for always being so empathetic and supportive, I couldn’t ask for anything more.” He leans in and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. Your hands grip onto the front of his shirt deepening your kiss, trying to press every ounce of love you have for this man against his mouth. 

Before you know it, you feel tears slipping down your cheeks. You can’t control you love for this man and the hurt you feel on behalf of him. He’s spent his entire life fighting through abuse because of his chosen passion. Lewis hands cupped your cheeks, his thumbs wiping your tears as you pulls back to look at you. 

“Hey,” he says softly. “No tears.” He kisses your forehead while you stare at your hands on your lap. 

“I’m sorry, it just makes me so angry all the time. Especially when I look back to how I allowed myself to ignore the same shit happen to me my entire life. And I’m tired and it’s not fair. Ugh.” You furiously scrub at your eyes, trying to stop your tears. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have ambushed you right after the gym.” 

Lewis hooks his pointer finger under you chin, bringing your face up to kiss you. “Don’t ever apologize for caring, baby. But I will say, I’m dying for a shower.” 

You playfully crinkle your nose, “Yeah, you totally need one.” 

Lewis fakes hurt before lightly slapping your ass, “Rude.” He presses another kiss to your lips before getting up, taking you with him to your shared bedroom. Lewis tosses you onto the bed, telling you to decompress while he takes a quick shower, letting you know he’ll make you feel better as soon as he’s out. 

10 minutes later you were laid on top of the covers scrolling through Instagram when you saw what your boyfriend posted on his story.

Lewis was wearing his bright collar workout clothes and his shorts were pulled up showing off his toned thighs. Heat immediately ignited in your belly and between your thighs. Instead of ambushing your boyfriend and crying for him you should’ve remembered exactly who was sitting beneath you, wiping your tears: the sexiest man on the planet with a chiseled body that could challenge any Greco-Roman statue. 

You’re still starting at the photo with your bottom lip between your teeth, when Lewis comes out in just a towel wrapped low on his hips. His abs and Adonis belt on display, but that’s not what you want right now. Right now, you want those thighs.  He looks at you with soft eyes, concerned that you might still be feeling sensitive from earlier. 

Lewis slowly makes his way to the bed, taking a seat next to you before stroking your cheek. “How are you feeling baby?” He asks softly. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? I don’t want this stuff affecting you this much.”

“So, are you planning on fighting racism with thirst traps?” His eyebrows knit together as you look up at him innocently before you turn your phone screen toward him revealing the picture he’d posted on his story earlier in the day. 

Lewis chuckles, “I see I don’t have to worry about you feeling sad anymore, hm?” 

You sit up before crawling onto the 37-year-old’s lap, “Nope, but you do need to worry about me feeling other things.” 

“Hm, is that right?” Lewis nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck while your hands roam his torso. “I’m sure I can do something about that feeling too.” He moves his mouth to your collarbone, pressing kisses down your chest. Lewis removes your shirt before bringing his mouth to your exposed skin, stopping here and there to give you a little nibble. 

“Your thighs looked good in that picture. Real good.” You sighed as Lewis’s mouth works on you. 

You boyfriend looks at you knowingly, his hand going to the back of your neck, making direct eye contact. “Tell me what you need baby.” 

A whimper falls from your lips as your hands go to Lewis’s towel. “Can I ride your thigh daddy? Please?” 

“Whatever makes you happy baby, take what you need.” Lewis pulls you into a kiss, shifting you both so he can fully remove his towel and proceeding to push your shorts down your legs. You stand for a split second so Lewis can strip you down before pulling you back onto his lap. His hands are on your hips, guiding you to straddle his thigh, and sitting you down. 

“Already so wet for me? Just thinking about me gets you this hot, hm?” Lewis’s hands move up your back and his mouth goes back to your chest, kissing everywhere he can reach. “Just thinking about you gets me hot too, baby.” 

Your hips move automatically at Lewis’s voice, his kisses egging you on. A moan echoes the room as Lewis takes one of your nipples into his mouth, his big hands kneading your breasts. You can feel Lewis’s thigh get slick with your arousal, your tummy getting tight at the friction. Soon your body can’t keep up the movements anymore and you begin to slow down, you pout at the possibility that you won’t be able to come like you wanted, all over your lovers thigh. 

“No pouting. Do you need help?” You nod before Lewis grabs one of your hands and moves it to your soaking cunt. “Touch yourself, I’ll take care of the rest.” You nod again in compliance. Lewis pulls you in for a kiss, his tongue immediately pushing into your mouth swallowing your moans and whimpers. His hands grip your hips, lifting you on to his aroused dick while you play with your clit. 

The tension in your tummy builds up again as Lewis fucks you from underneath. Your moans are uncontrollable as your fingers move faster and Lewis pumps into you harder, your tits bouncing at the movement. You feel Lewis release inside you moments before you hit your climax. 

Your boyfriend continues to sloppily pump in and out of you as you come down from your high, his mouth moving to your neck biting and licking waiting for you catch your breath. 

You lick your lips as your breath continues to come out in pants. “Feeling better?” Lewis asks, pressing kisses to your jaw. 

At a loss for words, you nod. Lewis lays back, pulling you down with him. He strokes your hair as your eyes begin to close, exhaustion from the roller coaster of emotions in the last 30 minutes finally hits you. You make a note to wake up and get your hands and mouth on his thighs, not feeling completely satisfied. 

“Lewis?” You mumble.

“Yes, baby?” 

“Is that kind of what porpoising feels like?” Lewis barks out a laugh as you smile into his chest, letting sleep overcome you.

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Hi everyone I finally made a masterlist!

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Begging you to write sth along the lines of “do i feel good daddy? - you like that?”

Let’s see what I can do…😏

“But…I need it, Daddy.”

Lewis sighed for the last time as he resigned himself to the fact that you were not going to rest until he fucked you.

Taking your hand, he hurried you to the bathroom of the plane, the whole of his team scattered in different rows, he figured that they might not notice if you were quick.

The second he closed the door on you both, he turned you around to bend you over the tiny sink just enough to be able to spank you twice, hard.

You shrieked before you giggled, you knew he was so mad at you for being a brat in public, but you also knew just how hard he was too; as much as he tried to tame you, Lewis loved it when you were a brat.

“Is this what you wanted?”

He was so unforgiving as he thrust into you, not caring that his size made it hard for you to take him at first; brats get no mercy.

“Mhm, I need it…please fuck me.”

There just enough space in the tiny room to fit the both of you, hardly no space to move at all, but that wasn’t the reason he held still; brats don’t get what they want so easily.

“No. You can feel my dick inside of you and that’s all you’re getting.”

“But-“

“Oh you’re arguing back now too?”

Lewis had almost pulled himself fully out of you when you rolled your hips back at him, swallowing his dick with your pussy once more.

“Please…I’ll be good for the rest of the trip, I promise.”

You exaggerated each slow rolling motion, wanting him to feel all of you around him, wanting him to watch how good your ass looked as it wound against his waist whilst he was inside of you.

“It won’t work, you can stop trying…”

He was almost convincing, if you hadn’t heard the way the last word caught in his throat as he fought back his own urges.

“Does that feel good, Daddy?”

You bounced against him now, your ass jiggling as it hit off of his body, tempting him into giving into what he wanted just for a moment, despite of how mad he was at you.

“Shit…don’t stop doing that…”

You giggled to yourself, for a man so adamant you would get nothing a few seconds ago, he was fast losing control to you; you knew he would hate that.

“Does my pussy feel good, Daddy? Am I making you feel good?”

He placed a hand on your lower back to guide you and it was then that you knew he had given into you, the little thrusts he met your bouncing with, confirmed it.

“You know you have the best pussy, you know just how good you make me feel.”

“Well then fuck me like it’s the best pussy.”

Lewis barely let you finish the sentence before both of his hands dug into your cheeks, pushing them up so he could hit you deep as he pounded into you just as you requested.

One of his hands found it’s way around your throat first, pulling you back towards him so he could nibble on your ear, before his fingers found their way inside your mouth, muffling your moans so that the whole plane didn’t hear.

“You have the best pussy baby, you make Daddy so fucking mad with how much of a brat you are, yet all I ever want to do is fuck you.”

You sucked on his fingers, where he wouldn’t let you respond with words, you told him how grateful you were with actions.

“Now that sweet little pussy better squirt for me…”

You wanted to cry out as his other hand found it’s way to your clit, tapping rapidly to the pace in which he fucked you.

Within seconds he had you squirting all over his hand as he released inside of you, your orgasm milking his, his groan a mixture of pleasure and the pain caused by the way you bit down on his fingers as you came.

“Oops.”

You giggled as you saw the teeth marks in his fingers, knowing that there was absolutely no way to explain them away to anyone who saw them.

“Oh baby, you are in so much trouble when we get home.”

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Do u have a masterlist?

I’m sorry anon not yet! I keep meaning to make one 😭

[filthyair]

three words: cum as lube.

(maybe something for lewis dan or seb?)

bestie, you already knew i was going to write this about lewis. him + breeding kink is a match made in heaven tbh!!!!

this ain't a drabble, this turned into a full on fic 🤭

w/c: 1,200

this gif has nothing to do with it but look at that wink!!!! what a cheeky boy

It was the middle of the night, moonlight coming through the open window with warm, balmy air circulating the room. A week into your honeymoon, it was needless to say you were in pure bliss. Yet somehow, you had waken up with a sudden, powerful urge.

“Lewis?” you whisper, a hunger suddenly creeping across your body, making your body reach out to him almost subconsciously.

“Hm?” the sleeping man next to you rumbles and groans, and part of you wants to feel bad. Lewis doesn’t like being woken up. He is such a night-owl, despite having a few weeks off work to spend in newlywed paradise with you.

Still, your thighs are pressing together as the ache in your stomach flutters up into your throat, and you have to at the very least give it a shot. He had already made love to you three times today (although it might be considered yesterday at this point), but you had come on this honeymoon for one purpose and one purpose only; to return home pregnant.

“Go back to sleep baby, it’s late," Lewis mumbles, snuffling in his pillow for a little bit, before pulling your body closer to his and snuggling in like he loved to do so much.

“But...” you lick your lips again, your stomach tensing, pulse jumping in your throat, “I want you.”

That seemed to pique his interest. His eyes flew open and his body was instantly more allert.

"What do you want, princess?" he asks, but he already knows the answer.

“You want to know what I want?” you whisper, pulling his hand away from where it was resting on your rib cage and guiding it down down down your body. He immediately caresses your stomach, wets his lips as you steal the breath from his lungs with, “I want what you promised. I want you to fuck a baby into me. I’m not leaving this island without it.”

As much as this trip was a honeymoon, it was both an alibi and an excuse to have sex all day, every day for two week straight. Two weeks of nearly non-stop sex. Two weeks of sweat and moans and cum.

He didn't need to be told twice. Adjusting himself so he was on top of you, he pushes his hard cock into you easily, yet slowly, for the fourth time that day. The sound it makes is obscene, you’re still soaked from earlier, but neither of you give a fuck. Lewis could fuck you forever if he gets the chance, and on vacations like this, that chance is practically handed to him on a silver platter. He thrusts up into your pussy and watches as his own come oozes out around him, making his sock slick instantly, his mouth dropping open at the sight.

“Oh fuck,” Lewis wastes little time building up a rhythm, the slick squelch of your cunt music to his ears, your body relaxing and taking him all the way up to the hilt like you had craved. He never failed to give you what you wanted. Lewis moans, and you moan, the two of you drunk off the feeling of one another as he calls out your name.

“My perfect pretty girl. Can’t go a couple hours without begging for me to fuck you”, he groaned as your arms wrap around his strong shoulders. You’re both wet, sticky, but you don’t care, you want it, want all of it, want him and his big hard cock as it fills you.

“I don’t know why I let you sleep at all," he continues, "should keep you on my cock from sundown to sunup.”

He moans and groans and grunts as the head of his cock knocks right up against your cervix, as he grinds and rolls his pelvis against your pussy. He’s supporting himself so he doesn’t crush you, but you’re clinging so tight to him that your back is lifted clean off the mattress with the way your legs have wrapped around his waist, your arms around his shoulders.

“Lewis yes, YES right there! Harder, harder daddy you can go harder please go harder.” You babble in his ear, and he listens, always listens to you. You were a pure mess, your mind wiped clean of anything other than the pleasure he filled you with.

Without any warning, he pulls out to flip you onto your stomach and grab so tight onto your hips, his cock ramming into your cunt from behind with so much force that the headboard smacks against the wall. Your shoulders drop forward and your pussy clenches around his cock, ass in the air as you take a pounding that has your body shuddering, trembling underneath him.

“Like that?” Lewis grunts out, watching as his come from earlier drips and drools down your thighs, making a sticky mess. He scoops it up with his fingers and eases it back inside you as he fucks you, your pussy taking his fingers and his cock together with ease, and the sight makes him almost want to black out.

“So good, so fucking good- oh, right there, Lewis!” You whimper, your shoulder blades pinching in as you fuck yourself back against his cock, meeting his every thrust with movement of your own, chasing your pleasure again and again and again.

You don’t know how long he fucks you like this, with your face shoved into the pillow, biting on your lip to quiet your screams. You don’t know how long he pounds into you, but as he does your eyes roll back and you sob out hot salty tears of pleasure, screaming his name, screaming it loud enough that all of the Pacific Ocean must hear.

He comes hard, head nestled right up against your cervix, nudging it and making you shudder and whine from the sting of pleasure as you orgasm so hard that your body convulses under him.

“There you go, baby, there you go," Lewis pants even as his hips still rock into you, still pushing out come, making you hiccup and shake.

“Do...do you think that did it?” You can barely speak, can barely feel your mouth moving as stars and spots dance across your vision.

“Mhm, I feel it, baby, I know I can.” He rubs your stomach from behind, as if willing it into reality, refusing to pull out as he milks his cock for every drop that he can, wanting this, wanting to give you this. He’s nearly delirious as he bends forward and kisses your face, licks up your tears and whispers, “I love you like this.”

“What, filled with your cum?” You mumble with a big grin, wriggling your ass against him playfully, high up on cloud nine.

“No,” Lewis kisses you, sighs sweetly against your lips as he rolls you over, careful not to pull out. He grabs a pillow and shoves it under your hips, pushes your legs back against your stomach the way the doctor told him, clarifying, “I meant happy.”

“I’m always happy Lewis. Always when I’m with you.” You beam up at him, causing him to lean down to press a tender kiss on your forehead.

[filthyair]

when he wrapped a hand around he neck when she complained she didn't have necklace made me think of her being difficult and also complaining about not having rings and he slips a wedding ring on her finger

WAIT this is genius, should I do a part 2???

[filthyair]

Monaco Melancholy

Driver x reader 

Fluff

note: I kept this general since a lot of the drivers didn’t have the best race, and I tried to keep it gender neutral, I hope you all like it! 

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[filthyair]

Hi everyone.

So I wanted to apologize for being MIA and not finishing all the requests y’all sent in before Ramadan. Honestly I wasn’t feeling up to it mentally, and then (if you don’t follow my main) I found out that I failed the bar again. But, I’m trying to get back into the groove because I want to do something I enjoy while studying. Hopefully I can get to posting regularly cause I know y’all followed me for a purposes and I haven’t been living up to said purpose.

Sorry again friends and thank you for following me ❤️

-Nabila

[filthyair]

Monaco Melancholy

Driver x reader 

Fluff

note: I kept this general since a lot of the drivers didn’t have the best race, and I tried to keep it gender neutral, I hope you all like it! 

You fingered your lover’s locks as he laid with his head on your lap. Today was a tough day for him, the race just did not work out as expected and he came back into the driver’s room filled with tension and frustration. 

He let out another deep sigh while you silently comfort him. You lean down and press a kiss to his temple. “I know,” you say softly, patting your boyfriend’s chest with your free hand. Your other hand gently strokes his cheek, your heart wrenching as your man squeezes his eyes shut harder. 

“Do you want to scream? Hit something?” You want to make him feel better but at this point you’re not sure how. Everything that happened today was completely out of his control, and if there was one thing you knew about your boyfriend, he hated not having that control. You know he’s silently wondering what he could have done differently. He shakes his head before turning over, wrapping his arm around your waist, and pressing his face into your belly. 

You begin stroking his hair once more, lightly scratching at his scalp and pressing kisses wherever you can reach. “Today was fucking awful.” His voice vibrates against your stomach. Your heart squeezes at the dejection rolling off him. “I just don’t understand.” 

A sigh leaves your lips, hating that your incredible boyfriend is taking all of this so personally. That he is hurting so much and there is so little you can do about it. “I know baby, well I don’t really know, but I know you must be hurting. I can only say I’m sorry and that feeling this way is okay. But you have to remember to take every race one at a time. Just focus on what you can control, focus on riding these feelings out and coming out on the other side. And then, come back in two weeks and show them what you’re made of.” 

“It just fucking sucks,” he whines against you, his muffled voice making him sound like a little kid. You chuckle, not knowing if this is endearing or if it only makes your heart break for your love even more. You lean down and pepper kisses all over the side of your boyfriend’s face, loudly making kissy noises as you do, trying to bring any kind of levity into the room.

“It sucks but you’re also one of the best drivers in the world, and you have an incredibly hot partner, so there’s a lot of positives here really.” You smirk to yourself as you feel a chuckle rumble through your boyfriend’s body. 

Another sigh leaves his mouth as he pulls back to look at you, his hand cupping the side of your face. “Thank you.” 

You lightheartedly wave off his gratitude, “This is nothing, I’m always here for you.” 

Suddenly your boyfriend sits up, pulling you on to your lap, his hands framing your face. “No, I’m serious. I don’t know how I would be handling this without you. Thank you so much baby, you may never know what your support means to me.” 

You smile at your lover, pulling him in for a kiss. “Again, it’s nothing compared to what you mean to me and every single one of your fans. You work so hard, you take on so much pressure, it doesn’t go unnoticed. And that’s regardless of what results you get, no matter how much you want to beat yourself up over it. I love you, your fans love you because of who you are not just what you achieve.” 

Your boyfriend wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I know you’re right, but can I just sulk a little more while you play with my hair?” 

You chuckle as your fingers tunnel his hair, “Of course, darling, we all need to feel sorry for ourselves sometimes.” You two spend another hour in his room. You let your boyfriend work through his feelings in silence as you continued to hold him, occasionally kissing him and whispering sweet nothings in his ear.