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[rafegf-real]

riding clarks absss ( @slvthrs did this before me :p)

"clark, c'mon, stop smiling like that!" you softly slapped his chest as his whole body jerked with the way he was containing his laughter. "s-sorry it's just... I've never been asked this before!" his hand flew to his mouth to conceal his, thick eyebrows bending in amusement.

moments prior, you had asked him if you could ride his abs, considering they were abnormally prominent and that, when flexed, his muscles were just about hard enough to grind efficiently against your clit.

you've been insatiable the past week—asking to ride his thigh, his fingers, his nose... and he always happily obliged, because watching you use him in such ways was the best thing he could ever experience in his kryptonian life, but this time, it took him by surprise.

"is it so weird to ask your lover if you can ride his abs..." you crossed your arms over your chest, plopping down against his lap. you were sitting on top of him as he lied down with his back hitting the mattress, looking up at your faux-pouty face with genuine heart eyes.

"no, baby, it isn't. y'know what? c'mon, ride 'em. ride my abs, go on." his sudden change in tone has your core heating up in interest, your arms falling limply from your chest. his hands migrated from his mouth to the back of his head, a silent promise to let you do as you please.

and so you do—swiftly, you unbuttoned his shirt, revealing bit by bit his chiseled chest and washboard abs. you almost drooled but sucked the saliva back into your mouth, before propping yourself up.

"you're not taking these off?" he questioned, referring to the panties you were wearing. you shook your head softly without looking up at him, focusing on his chest. "feels weird without 'em." you simply replied while chewing slightly on your bottom lip. he hummed, and you began to move.

you started off slow, trying to find the right movement. it took a few minutes of small gasps and soft grinding before you finally found one and sped up a bit. it was still relatively slow, but fast enough to make your noises a bit louder.

"just like that, sweetie, you're perfect... feels good?" and you nodded, squeezing your eyes shut at the unusual pleasure. "y-yeah it feels... really nice."

eventually, you ended up grabbing his shoulders for leverage, speeding up more. clark could feel your panties getting wetter and wetter against him, the fabric sticking to his skin slightly. "fuck..." he whisper-sighed, noticing the way his dick had started to twitch back to life. he felt his pants tightening, but did not say a word about it.

instead, he talked you through it.

"that's it, baby... nice and steady f'me, yeah?" his now sultry voice had you moaning, walls clenching around nothing as if your body had recognized his voice as a stimuli. your clit bumped against the ridges of his abs through your panties, making you twitch ever so slightly.

"s-shit clark... feels so much better than i– than I expected..." your words were slipping past you, mind too cloudy to come up with anything else. the rest of your speech beyond this point was mainly composed of calls of his names and a few profanities.

you threw yourself back, one of your hand following and accidentally landing right on top of clark's erection. your eyes shot open and your head whirled back, your gaze boring onto the large bulge.

you looked back at him when you felt his hands landing on your hips, following your movement and rhythm. "help?" you breathed out and he nodded, mouthing a silent please before a moan slipped past his lips as soon as you squeezed his dick.

you started rubbing it through his pants quickly, not giving him anytime to adjust to the sensation but he bit back (in his own way), tightening his grip around your hips and immensely speeding up your pace, controlling your movement and velocity.

"shit, keep going like that– please- fuck, clark!" you didn't even know what you were saying at that point—all you knew is that you were to cumming and you did not want this to stop.

clark, too, was high off the pleasure—the feeling of your soft hand rubbing his cock through his briefs, the vision and sensation of you grinding against his abs, the warmth of your cunt, the sound of you moans-

and fuck, he's already cumming.

his cock twitched when hot roped of cum coated the inside of his pants, back arching and grip impossibly tight around you. he's moaning out your name, begging for who knows what, sweating like never before.

subconsciously, he's been rubbing you harder against him and the feeling of his abs against your clit along with the vision of him orgasming like that sent you over the edge aswell. you came inside your panties—as they were already wetter than they have ever been—while chanting "oh–clark, clark, clark!" like a mantra, your cunt pulsing and tightening on itself.

your muscles locked for an instant before relaxing as you sighed, one last moan slipping past your lips before you plopped down on top of him. you were both sticky, woozy, and undeniably satisfied with how this little experiment went.

the both of you stayed quiet for a moment before you opened your mouth.

"didn't know you could whimper like that, kent." and he chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest. "with how good you feel, you better get used to it, gorgeous."

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clark kent who likes to fuck up into you during cowgirl.. 18+ fem!reader, mdni !!

clark needs a little extra than most men, not because he’s greedy or domineering, rather that he’s deep and complex. his need for connection must be pure and earnest, all things emotional and physical must stem from something truthful.

so when he fucks up into from beneath, it’s not beacuse he’s impatient, more that he simply wants to feel more of you. wants to feel you more intently.

he lays against the bed and you’re atop, cock fit snuggly inside. your body pressed close to his, tits dragging and grazing along his firm chest as your mouths ghost one another. small, shuddery breaths being exchanged between every unsystematic half-wind of your hips, intuitive blissed sounds in tune with the movement of your bodies. 

clark bends at the knee and you shift with his repositioning, the new angle pushing more of himself deeper inside and you gasp, whining faintly into his mouth. his lips latch onto your lower parted one and he swallows the noise, the act like he’s pressing soft, sweet reassuring kisses into you. associating that aching tinge deep in your guts with something loving and heartfelt.

you pull away slightly and his gaze lowers as he follows your movement, watching the ever so subtle quiver on your lips when a shaky breath passes through them. his grip on the sides of your neck remain in place, large palms engulfing the span of your throat while his thumbs caress and stroke the hollow of your cheeks. small, little touches like he’s physically incapable from keeping his hands off you. 

he liked the response he got from the adjustment he made, he liked it very much. and so he does it again, hips lifting from the bed to push up into your cunt, the motion leisured and relaxed. and he does it again, and again, leaving long pauses between each one to ensure things don't become rushed. but when he does it this time, he keeps himself lodged inside, the tops of his thighs pressing firm to the cheeks of your ass.

the strength in your neck is lost and your forehead rests against his — uneven, rocky breaths being swapped until he retracts the additional length of his endowed cock. in turn, letting the air fill your lungs properly again. he itches up to kiss you and lets his lips linger a moment longer, a swiping tongue briefly accompanying until he pulls back, eager to get a look at you. those few seconds without his eyes on you seeming to be too tricky for him. 

“gosh, you’re so beautiful.”

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ೃ࿔:･ bsf!rafe is a ‘gentleman’?

“he opened the door for me.” sofia says it all dreamy, like it means something. like it’s rare, fragile, and blooming with potential.

you don’t even look up from your phone. “mm,” you hum. “he’s been doing that since he was thirteen.”

sofia blinks and scratches the back of her neck. “seriously?”

sarah snorts. “it’s true. he used to forget, and she’d just stand there in front of the door with this little princess expression until he realized.”

“okay-” you cut in, glancing up finally, a little smug. “it wasn’t like that.”

“oh my god, yes it was,” sarah says. “you wouldn’t move until he circled back like a sad little butler. even my mom started calling him your footman.”

you roll your eyes but don’t deny it because it was kind of true. it started small in the second grade. at the school doors, you just… paused and expected, with your foot practically tapping the ground. rafe, confused but eager to impress even then, jogged back and opened it. you smiled and he lit up.

then it was car doors…and pulling out your chair…and standing on the traffic-facing side of the sidewalk. not because you asked, but because you expected. you’d grown up around the kind of southern men who took off their hats when they walked inside and never let women pump their own gas.

and rafe just adapted. he learned your world like it was a second language. you never noticed. not until girls like sofia started fawning over “how sweet” he was.

you didn’t have the heart to tell them he still slammed doors when you weren’t around. that his idea of flirting was practically insults and bruised knuckles. that the only reason he even knew to grab your coat when it was cold was because the one time he didn’t, you gave him the silent treatment for an hour.

“he brought me a drink before i even asked,” sofia adds now, hopeful. “that’s sweet, right?”

you shoot sarah a look. she doesn’t even try to hide her laugh. “he only does that because of her.”

“what?”

“i mean, come on. you think he was out here reading etiquette books? he learned all that shit from being around her twenty-four-seven.”

sofia falters. “i…guess that makes sense.” her cheeks burn with something unusual.

you hum again, biting back a smile as you scroll. because rafe may be a lot of things—loud, reckless, occasionally unhinged—but to you, he’s always been the guy who brings your favorite snacks when you’re pissed. who pulls you behind him in a crowd without thinking. who mutters “careful, babe” every time you trip over your own feet, even though he’s the reason the hallway lightbulb’s still out.

and when he walks in ten minutes later, sweaty from god-knows-what and shirt halfway untucked, he barely glances at sofia. he sees you on the couch, sees your blanket slipping, and without a word, tugs it up over your shoulder before dropping down beside you.

you smirk. he doesn’t notice. but sofia does and for the first time, she finally gets it. rafe doesn’t do those things because he’s nice. he does them because he was raised on your standards. even if he never says it, you both know the truth…

if rafe cameron’s a gentleman, it’s only because you trained the beast yourself.

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house husband!ghostie who was just the best on wash days. he was so sweet and attentive, learning all about your curls and coils. what products worked best, the best heat protection for when you needed a blow out for braids, and all things moisturizers! a day that was once full of tired arms and tantrums when your braid out didn’t turn out right turned into a day full of intimacy and reassurance. “gonna give our babies the best hair gorgeous.” his right smooth voice made your knees give out. the soothing of the warm water running while your eyes were shut tight, cunt squeezing against his grith.

his calloused hands massaged your scalp letting the shampoo sud up now on his second wash, and your third orgasm. “s-simon!” your voice was louder than intended due to the small echo effect of the sink. his hips slowly and carefully moved. his cock fucking into you slow and sensually, your hands clutching the rim of the sink tightly. your body loving how he was moving, making you feel every vein, and the massive downward curve his dick had. but your mind, your mind was impatient and needed more. your stomach churned yarning to hear the fast pace of his hips hitting your ass, and his roughness that you loved.

but it was a wash day. and on wash days ghostie only gave you the gentlest stokes and softes kisses. when you tried to fuck him back, pushing your ass back to meet his toned pelvis he gently yanked at your stands. “patients,” he said sternly. he used the small hose to rise your hair, squeezing the water out and going in with a deep conditioning mask. while he parts your hair and used a wide tooth comb to comb the product in more he hummed, speeding himself up. his cock jerked in your mushy walls, his adam’s apple bobbing not wanting to lose the battle of letting you break him, but his resistance was slowly depleting.

after making sure your hair was detandgled he dropped the comb, and gripped your love handles taking what he wanted. “g-ghositee waittttuhh!” you were just getting used to his slow strokes, that when he fucked you - still gental but now no longer teasingly, you chocked on your spit. ghost bit his lip letting an animalistic groan out. your cream dropping everywhere getting the freshly mopped floors wet, which he would be happy to clean .. or lick up later. “gotta let the mask sit babydoll” ghost groaned slapping your ass, his balls srucnched with your continuous clenching and unclenching around him. “give me that cum baby” slapping your ass again, he leaned down licking your ear.

“cum all over your ghosties cock” with whimpers and burning eyes from the mask sliding down your face; you came. hard. your knees lost it’s ability again, and ghost held you up - again. creampieing your precious pussy so that you could give him his babies that looked nothing like him, and had your beautiful hair.

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My brain is going haywire from seeing Jason duval in the trailer… SO HERE IS A DRABBLE WITH HIM! (He calls you a faggot in this btw. Just once, maybe more lol)

So imagine being a gay stripper in one of the many strip clubs in Vice City— called vice for a reason. You’ve seen many men come in and gave them your services but nothing else. Just a repeat of grinding on their laps and satisfying their needs.

Then you noticed him.

You could tell he was new to the club, especially a gay one. Maybe exploring? He was muscular with a trimmed beard; he looks like a hot gym bro. Working out in the sweltering hot Florida sun, shirtless as his muscular drenched in sweat. You could feel yourself becoming turned on from the thought.

He then makes eye contact with you.

Not a few minutes later, one of the servers notified you that a customer has requested your services. Without hesitation, you got off strange and walked to the back rooms. You were never this eager before.

Opening the door revealed Jason sitting on the bed, naked. You admired how well built the other man… chest hair covering his pectorals before trailing down to his pants. “First time doing something like this…” was all Jason said.

You decided to give him the best night of his life.

Jason was curious about having sex with another man. Was it the best idea going to a gay strip club and starting there? Definitely not. Would’ve it been better to find someone naturally? Yeah. Did he care? Nope.

Once he laid his eyes on you, he felt a tug and gestured for one of the servers to notify you. Now here he is, sitting on the bed with your mouth wrapped around his cock.

Jason let out breathy grunts and moans as he feels your hot mouth. He moans as he holds your head guides you on his cock. He was slightly above average but made up with thickness.

“F-fuck… baby… so good.” Jason moans as his grip on your head tightens, thrusting his cock deeper into your mouth. He could hear you gagging and slurping boosting his ego and cockiness. “Sucking my dick so good… better than any blowjob I’ve had.”

Your face was buried in his pubic region, his heavy, hair balls slapping against your chin as he throat fucks you. The room filled with wet audible slobbering noises and the moans of a highly satisfied man.

“Love my sucking cock, boy? Love it when I fuck this fag mouth? Fucking faggot…” Jason groans as he pulls his glistening cock out of your mouth. He grins while slapping his throbbing piece of meat against your cheek.

It felt heavy against your skin as he smears your saliva. You began whining and moaning, sticking out your tongue to lick it. Jason didn’t stop there as he buried your nose in his heavy balls, letting you smell his musky, manly smell.

“Like the smell, boy? Long day at the beach!” Jason laughs, breathing heavily as he feels you fondling and sucking on his heavy nuts. He was enjoying this more than he anticipated. He was loving this! Loving the dominance.

“On the bed”

Xxx

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Lando and y/n toddler walks in on them fucking? Lando kinda gets really mad but not at toddler rather at y/n (for no reason lol it’s no one’s fault but yeah) and then it’s super angsty.

A/n: as someone who walked into their parents getting it on, I couldn’t bring myself to make that kid older than one. Trust me, it’s too traumatising 😂

Warnings: smut at the beginning, slightly toxic Lando but just out of shock

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Your little girl was now one years old and she had made her first steps lately. Lando and you have been so proud, cheering her on as she made those wobbly steps.

Little did you know, that she would soon be quicker on her feet. Much quicker.

„Yes baby.. feels so fucking good.. yeah ride my cock“, Lando whispered and groaned while he was balls deep inside you, your walls trapping him in the most beautiful way. You moaned, rocking your hips, your tits bouncing up and down. „Look at you so fucking beautiful“, Lando hissed, his hands cupping your ass to guide your movements.

And just in that moment, you heard soft little footsteps in front of the door. You both immediately froze, when you heard the little „mama“.

„Fuck!“ you cursed quietly and Lando basically shoved you off of him. You quickly grabbed a robe and threw it over before you opened the door and saw Emmy, the little girl, standing in front of the door with wide eyes. You quickly scooped her up and asked what’s wrong. She couldn’t speak proper sentences yet but she rubbed her eyes; showing that she most likely had a bad dream. You were rocking her a bit as Lando spoke up.

„Get her the fuck out of here, y/n! I’m naked“, he hissed and you narrowed your eyes at him. „She had a bad dream. Get dressed“, you said a bit annoyed by his tone. Lando huffed. „Great, just because you can’t lock the door I’m not getting any?" he said and you stared at him in disbelief. „Locking the door? With a toddler in the house? And why is this all of a sudden my fault?“ you snapped and Lando rolled his eyes. „Just bring her to bed and come here.. we’re not done“, he mumbled and you scoffed. „You can fuck yourself, Lando“, you said angrily and left the room with Emmy on your arms.

Lando sat down at the edge of the bed, sighing. He didn’t mean it like that.. he was just frustrated. After a few minutes, he stood up, grabbed some sweatpants and went after you.

He found you in the nursery, gently rocking Emmy and singing a lullaby to her. He leaned against the doorframe, just watching you. When Emmy fell asleep, he spoke up in a soft, quiet tone.

„I‘m sorry, darling.. I acted like a jerk. I was just frustrated“. You nodded and put Emmy back in her cot. „I know“, you said softly and took his hand. „Look at her.. so peaceful“, you said softly and Lando couldn’t help but smile. „Our little miracle“, he whispered and you leaned on him. „I hope we didn’t traumatize our little miracle“, you joked and he chuckled.

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joe for sure a guy who finds comfort by resting his head on his girl’s chest

(i need this joe with marlene)

Joe tapped the key card of the hotel suite and held the door for Marlene. They were in LA for Marlene. She had a three day conference for women in business, specifically marketing. She was one of the keynote speakers of the event. She also led a panel focusing latina women in art. Joe wasn't going to go at first but Marlene insisted he join her on her work trip. He moved some upcoming projects that he had to do in LA forward so he could keep himself busy while Marlene was at the conference. He filmed several ads for his partnerships, did a photoshoot for an AloYoga campaign, and filmed some promo videos for The Quarterback.

Now that the conference was over, they explored LA a bit. They went to West Hollywood to grab breakfast then they shopped around in the nearby stores. Word got around quickly that Joe was in the area and paparazzi showed up. 

In the three years they've been together, it was their first time getting caught off guard by paparazzi. They rarely encounter them since they live in Cincinnati, but the times they go to events or his games, they're able to avoid the paparazzi. Or at least Joe tried to cover Marlene from them because she doesn't like to be referred to as ‘Manny Campos’ little sister’ in articles because then it seems like Joe only got with her because she's some famous musician's sister. 

“I gotta piss.” Joe mumbled rushing to the bathroom. 

Marlene shot him an ‘I told you so’ look. Joe was jittery as hell the entire game and kept drinking water to keep himself occupied with something. She told him several times that he was going to pee himself. But she knew he was only chugging his weight in water because their encounter with the paparazzi left him tense. They crowded over them as Joe tried to shield them. They ended up hiding in a bookstore cafe for about an hour to wait out the paparazzi that huddled around their rental SUV. By the time they were able to get to the car, there was only paparazzo left. He didn't say much. He stood a few feet away from them capturing Joe's scowl as he held the car door open for Marlene. If the courtside Laker tickets weren't a gift from Alo Yoga for Joe to promote their upcoming cozy hoodies, they would've stayed in their suite and ordered room service. 

She went to her suitcase and grabbed Joe's zip-up hoodie. She shrugged off Joe's dark denim jacket that was part of a set of the jeans Joe wore and tugged down the strapless dress she wore, staying in her panties. She zipped Joe's hoodie just below her breasts and went to lay down on the bed. Joe came out of the bathroom minutes later in only his boxer-briefs. He went to Marlene's suitcase and grabbed a pair of sweatpants she swore she hadn't seen in ages when he asked her about them. He pulled down his boxer-briefs and put on his sweatpants. He shoved his clothes in a dirty laundry sack and crawled into bed with Marlene. 

He unzipped the hoodie and laid face down on her chest. He nuzzled into her breasts taking in her soft skin. He grabbed Marlene's hand and placed it on top of his hair for her to play with while she scrolled through her phone. She mindlessly twirled his loose waves and gently scratched his scalp, making him groan contently. It reminded her of when one of Benito's hind legs would shake when she would pet him in between his ears. 

“Damn my tits look good.” She said.

Joe lifted his head and stared at her bare chest. “When don't they?”

“No, mean from the paparazzi pictures.” She showed him her phone. 

It was a post from a Joe update fan account. It was an eighteen slide post of them at the bookstore. Most of the comments were referring to the fifteenth slide. It was a picture of Joe and Marlene walking to their car. Marlene walked ahead sipping on an iced coffee while Joe trailed behind her shooting glares at the paparazzo as he held a large shopping bag from the bookstore. She read out loud some of the comments: ‘Oh to be Marlene with perky tiddies and Joe buying me hella books.’ ‘Can Joe fight?’ ‘I am no better than a man.’ ‘She's god's favorite fr 😭 she's got boobs, an ass, and a man to buy her books.’ ‘Look at me I'm Marlene Campos, I have big ass chichis and Joe Burrow gets to fuck me everyday.’ ‘Everyone's focused on her tits when her ass is right there is CRAZYYY.’ ‘Alexa play A&T by 21 Savage.’ 

Joe didn't have much of a reaction to the comments, usually he would laugh at them with her. Or his hand would've been working on her first orgasm of the night. He was just laying on her. His body was there, but his mind was elsewhere. 

“What's wrong, Joe?” She asked him, placing her phone on the nightstand. 

“Nothing.” He sighed, burying his face in her chest. 

“Joe, I know you. Obviously something is bothering you.” She said, brushing his hair off his face. 

“I just hate the paps.” He said against her chest. “I know it comes with the territory, but I was starting to like LA until they showed up and wouldn't leave us alone. I just wish I could be normal with you and look over my shoulder. I don't want you to hate me for that.”

“Joe, I could never hate you because of that. You leaving your stinky ass training clothes in your office thus stinking up the room and your housekeeper refusing to clean in there because of the smell…that I could grow to hate you for it. But not the fact that your job unfortunately exposes you and puts you under a microscope to watch your every move. If it bothered me, I wouldn't be with you.” Marlene said.

“Yeah?” He finally looked up from her chest. 

“Yes, menso.” She giggled.

“That's good to know.” He was quiet for a second then spoke. “Can I lay in your tits for a bit then put my dick in between them?” 

“Sure.” 

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The morning after - F1 TEXT AU

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ʚɞ in which... driver accidentally texted their hookup (reader) instead of their friend the next morning…

ʚɞ containing: ln4, aka12, fa14, cl16, ls18, mv33, lh44, cs55, op81

ʚɞ warnings: nsfw , use of she/her pronouns ,

ʚɞ a/n: sorry I replaced franco with kimi !!

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simon riley never has been homesick, never had a home to come back to, not in his childhood, not when he grew up, he can sleep on the rough asphalt, on an outdoor bench, he does not need either gentle touches or pity, because he is a knife that does not belong to any place, to any house.

so he thought, but any person, from the most wounded to the most violent, dreams of having a place to return to, where you will be greeted with outstretched arms, gentle whispered words that cloak like a warmest blanket, touches that can heal any wound, from deep to superficial, and he finds that place in you.

you're simon's home, you become the one he belongs to, to melt between your ribs and stay there forever curled, hidden from the prickly, unforgivingly cruel world, he runs from the torns that sink in his scarred skin in the gentleness of your pretty hands, and even through he's all sharp edges and grown teeth, you know it's what's his need and longing morphed into.

simon shows his glochids to any person coming near, you're his, for his eyes, for his hands, it's screams in him and makes rumbling growls tumble out from his throat, but there's a press of your palm against his bristled cheek, a place for him to nuzzle in with sounds, akin to a broken purrs, shaking the air around him, as he brands himself wholly with your touch.

he built a temple dedicated to you deep in his cracked heart, and it's fills the empty place, the missing part of him, like cerberus guarding the gates until he'd turn into a rotten dog, simon is faithful to you and your warmth, he reluctantly leaves on a long missions to return whining and wounded into your healing embrace, to your worried murmurs, to curl at your body.

he huffs in the crook of your neck, holds you against his scarred, sturdy chest when you moan out his name, stumbling raw from your bitten lips, sounding like you gave it to him, making simon feel like a brand new person, his blazing, meaty cock burrowed in the fluttering, soppy clutches of your creamy cunt, being the one to have you so close.

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simon riley with a very american girlfriend who gets very flustered at every british endearment he throws her way.

“yeah, love?” youre a puddle in his lap, even when you’re just telling him about your day. you tuck your chin and bite your lip to hide the embarrassment but he’s always too cognizant of you, tilting your chin up so he can see the look on your face. “like tha’?”

“here ya go, sweetheart.” all he’s really doing is feeding you a bit of pasta but you moan anyways, the sound going straight to his cock. your tongue peaks out to lick the sauce on your bottom lip, giving him doe eyes. “i like when you call me that.”

“alright, cheeky” he likes calling out your attitude, especially when you’re on your period. knows calling you cheeky will get you to stop talking back as your cheeks warm with a combination of embarrassment and arousal. you’re tucking your face in his neck to hide your feelings as he chuckles, pulling you in further, never letting you go.

shoutout to @peachetteprice who’s been teaching me british (LOL)😌

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Texting the F1 grid

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✧₊⁺ featuring ──── Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Liam Lawson, Kimi Antonelli, Carlos Sainz, and Yuki Tsunoda.

✧₊⁺ rating ──── fluff/humor

✧₊⁺ category ──── F/M

✧₊⁺ warnings ──── flirty behavior, suggestive language.

✧₊⁺ date ──── Feb. 3, 2025

✧₊⁺ a/n ──── Next one-shot is on the way, it’s just that I’ve slept 8 hours in the past 3 days, and it takes a while to edit when eyes are burning oop 🙂↕️

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prema ran out of shirt budget :(

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prema ran out of shirt budget :(

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THE FIRST PERSON - KA12

summary : In which Kimi Antonelli finds out he’s a mercedes f1 driver and runs straight to you.

listen up : kissing! swearing!

words : 524

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He scared me at first, the sight of him standing there and staring at me when I thought I was alone made me jump.

“Kimi!” I groan at my best friend, “You can’t do that! What are you doing here?” I shake my head and start picking up the beads I spilled from when I jumped. I was working on friendship bracelets before I was so rudely frightened.

“Y/n.” He says my name quietly, his hands by his side and clearly without his usual excitement.

“What’s wrong?” I say quickly. He just shakes his head, his mouth slightly open. He’s out of breath, I realize, “Did you run here?” He’s lived a block down from me my whole life so it’s not unusual, but pretty unexpected since I didn’t get a text.

“Y/n.” He repeats my name again, “I fucking did it.”

“What?” I want to laugh but am still so confused.

He doesn’t move, “I’m driving for Mercedes next year.” My face drops. And then I scream.

“Shut up!”

“I’m not kidding. I just got the call.” His face breaks into a smile, “I ran straight over. I didn’t even get to tell my parents.”

“Holy shit!” I run at him, flinging myself onto him as he holds onto me tightly. “Kimi!”

“I can’t believe it!” He breathes as holds me tighter, spinning me around in a hug, “I’m a formula one driver!”

“I knew you could do it!” I laugh as he slides me down so my feet are on the floor. “I’m so fucking proud of you!” I grab his face and shake him as he laughs.

I hug him again, still jumping, “I couldn’t do it without you.” He whispers into my hair and I squeal.

When I pull away, his hands are still on my waist, we’re both out of breath and staring at each other. I don’t really know who initiates it, but our lips are on each other in a rush of excitement.

He kisses me like he’s fucking starved, pulling me in closer as my arms tighten around his neck. I can’t think, can’t breathe, the only thing I feel is him on me.

And then he’s not kissing me anymore. He pulls back suddenly, his hands still on me and his mouth slightly open, “I’m sorry.”

Fuck. Of course Kimi kisses me like it’s our last day on earth after finding out the biggest news ever, and apologizes.

I drop my hands, stepping back a bit and realizing what we’ve just done. “Don’t be.”

We sort of just stand there, in the middle of my living room, both coming to terms that we can’t ignore something that changes our friendship that much.

I push my hair back, “Um… I’m really proud of you Kimi.”

He nods softly, “Thanks.”

I rub my lips together, my lipgloss half gone.

“I should go.” He swallows, “Thank you.” He cringes, “I mean… Thanks for being there. You’re my best friend, Y/n.” His words crush my soul and just about every hope that we could be more than friends.

“Yeah…”

“I’ll talk to you later.” And then he leaves.

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BABY LECLERC SERIES

here are my works for the baby leclerc series! thanks for reading! 🫶🏼 these have no specific order :)

baby on the loose

runaway baby

best dad

banned

iconic

cool dad

big sister

jealousy, jealousy

your daddy’s here

a boy?

why not me?

firsts

just like papa

headcanons

hate is a strong word

she said what?

mean

no boys allowed

you’re not my dad

what’s mine is mine

girls just wanna have fun

a little too much

banned pt.2

arthur the favorite

only these words

a rock? thanks!

two birthdays

little miss rainbow hair

beauty and the beast

she loves me she loves me not

the birds and the what?

girlhood

mommy’s biggest fans

my baby

that's my wife

mini me

the L word

day in the life of a monaco mama

here comes the bride

you are NOT the world champion

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You should write baby ruby telling some fans private details about her parents and then finding out and being horrified

she said what? | charles leclerc

ruby back at it again with being on a phone ban 😍 let’s pretend the twitch quartet is back

warnings: just hints at sex that’s all

“Okay, are we ready?” Charles asked his friends, who were all in their own homes streaming.

“Papa? I can’t open my food.” He heard Ruby’s voice from behind him. She entered his room holding a fruit cup she got from the refrigerator.

“RUBYYYYY!” The little girl heard Lando’s voice yell from Charles’ headphones.

“Mate! You screamed right in my ear!” Charles took off his headphones. He grabbed the fruit cup from Ruby’s hand and opened up the container.

“What are you doing?” Ruby asked when she noticed he had a game loading on the screen.

“I’m playing with Lando, George and Alex. Want to say hi?” Ruby nodded with a smile. “Baby Leclerc is here, don’t say any bad stuff!” He warned his friends as he put the headphones on Ruby’s ears.

“Hi, Baby Leclerc!” Alex said to the little girl. “Lily misses you!”

“Where’s Lily?” The girl immediately asked.

“She’s playing golf right now.”

Then Charles read the chat.

paddockbesties BABY LECLERC Hi

gaslysteam she looks so big since the last time she was on stream

lu565 hi baby leclerc!!

“Baby, look they’re saying hi to you.” Charles pointed at the screen and read a few comments to her.

“Hi!” The little girl waved to the screen.

“Hi Baby L! It’s your favorite uncle here!” Lando said.

“Uncle Pierre?” Ruby questioned which made all the drivers laugh.

“This is the worst day of my life.” Lando said.

“Okay, here you go baby.” Charles gave Ruby her fruit cup. “Be careful—“

And down to the floor went the fruit cup.

“Sorry papa.” Ruby apologized. “I clean.”

“Wait here,” Charles said to her. He was going to get the paper towels since she wasn’t tall enough to reach the counter. After he left, she sat in his gaming chair and looked at the screen, watching the chat go by.

“Baby L, how are you?” Alex asked the girl.

“Happy. George, where’s Carmen?”

Ruby loved Lily and Carmen so she was rather upset that the two women weren’t present. She then remembered something that had happened to her a couple days ago that she wanted to share.

“My papa and mama were yelling when I came here with uncle enzo. But then they said I love you.” Ruby said. She started playing with the headset’s cord.

“Why were they yelling?” Lando asked.

“I don’t know! They were on the bed and my papa told me not to go in!”

“RUBY STOP TALKING!” Lando yelled.

“NO NO NO.” Alex tried to make as much noise so the viewers didn’t hear anything else.

“WHERE IS CHARLES? CHARLES COME GET YOUR DAUGHTER!” George had even taken his phone out to text Charles to hurry up.

“My mama yelled louder than that.”

“RUBY NO!”