#mariahcarreyyy . . . blurbs

[mariahcarreyyy]

i cannot stop thinking of the fact that lando would raise and push your legs back after he cums in you, holding them there because 'it'll make u pregnant quicker' 🥴

yes im on a breeding kink brainrot

- @planete777 💓

im ovulating DONT SO THIS TO ME (also ts extremely unedited) nsfw 18+ work under beware⬇️⬇️

the rough snap of lando's hips meeting yours was genuinely obscene. your boyfriend had been thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow, his forearms planted on both sides of your head and steadying him as he fucks you. your hands gripped the hairs at the nape of his neck tightly, and it seems to only urges lando more when he balances himself on one arm, bends his knee beside you, and rubs soft circles on your swollen clit.

"ah-- fuck, y/n, i-im so close," lan whines hotly into your ear, your sounds from his hand on your dripping pussy barely allowing you to hear him. "c-can i cum inside y', please, please, baby, wanna get you all full f'me."

so you let him, because of course you do. he softly tweaks at your clit with his index and thumb after a particularly hard thrust, and your back arches so fucking far-- or as far as you could with lando's weight on top of you--, high and uncontrollable moans slipping past your mouth. lan lets out a guttural groan when your pussy squeezes around his cock needily, desperately trying to milk him dry. and lando. well lando can't help but immediately spill into you. thick ropes of his cum coat your slightly overstimulated pussy, and you'd whined at the feeling of its warmth making impossibley fuller.

lando would leave a wet kiss at your jaw before sitting up right on his calves and slipping out of you, both of you groaning in unison at the loss. and like. when lando pressed your legs up to your stomach, you'd thought your fucked-out mind was making shit up.

"lan?" you say for a lack of better words. a hum leaves his pretty mouth. his hands are still manhandling your legs into the position he wants. you muster up a somewhat coherent string of words when you ask, "why are you..?" "its better, for, um," he stutters, carefully selecting his next words. "to get pregnant, or something." "or something?" you tease, a stupid grin blooming on your face before you tug him down to your lips with the hand on his neck.

his torso crushed your legs together almost painfully, but the soft meeting of your lips quickly overshadow the feeling.

[planete777]

any fic recs? 💜💜

honestly i read soo many fics i cant remember all butttt here are a few writers that ill definitely recommend:

@lorarri - literally every single fic of theirs is worth reading!! so inclusive and high quality, forever a fan

@mariahcarreyyy - i drag her down with my delusions, she drags me down with hers. pls pls pls read EVERY SINGLE fic, it's all worth the read

@cl6teen - love their charles fic omg- GIVE US PT 3 PLZ 🙏!!!!

@saintslewis - basically read all her fics, in love with them

@enchantecafe - their blurbs drive me crazy!!! like honestly i need cait to write a big beautiful series so i can cry at how good it is

@theemporium - their kinktober event had me in a chokehold!!!!! i love their writing so so much

@dilemmaontwolegs - they have a lottt of series so you never go hungry 😋 'not a verstappen' is my absolute fave!!!

@norrisleclercf1 - the 'our boy' series, which is currently ongoing, is the cutest fic ever 😭😭😭

ive definitely missed a good chunk of authors, but off the top of my head these are who i can remember 🫶🫶

[mariahcarreyyy]

Yes pls for the unconscious tits touching. Lando’d always do it, it’s like a Pavlovian reflex. He sees or feels her tits and has to touch them like they’re his stress balls. I bet it would feel amazing after a long day in a bra ugh. Can u imagine him doing it on stream? Like not fully kneading under the top but maybe when she sits at his lap he circles her chest with his arm and his palm sits on her breast perfectly and chat is like „should we be seeing this???”

unedited n i wrote this with my eyes barely open i just needed to get this out of my head before i slept🙈🫶 suggestive nsfw 18+ work below beware⬇️⬇️

ugh i can just imagine wearing looser, thinner shirts so that lando could have easier access to your tits. he'd notice of course, silently thanking you by touching, sqeezing, n kneading ur tits more often (& rougher ;)). at first, you'd thought he was just horny every time he did it. but then, after he'd lightly pushed you off his lap, nuzzled into your side, n rested his hand on ur tit (and massaging it occasionally), you'd realized that lando just likes doing it.

he likes it all-- feeling the soft flesh beneath his finger tips, the stutter of your breath whenever he brushes over your nipple, squeezing it roughly and projecting his frustration and stress onto it. all. of. it. and then one day his pr manager tells him to stream bcs its 'good for media' or whatever the fuck. but hes so tired from his training earlier and all he wants is to wrap an arm around your frame n make u writhe from his hands on ur tits.

but he cant, so he settles for the next best thing: sitting you on his lap on camera. now, i dont really think lando would do it intentionally either. somewhere between him gaming and him chatting with his mates, landos hand make a home on your chest. its only resting there, but the newfound pressure on your tits is enough to have you blushing furiously on camera.

your eyes dart to the screen in front of you, biting your lip anxiously as the chat ineveitibly started flooding in with 'i think they forgot they were streaming's and 'should we leave..?'s. lando, noticing your shift in demeanor weirdly quick, sqeezing ur tit lightly as if to say, hey, whats wrong. because, of course lando doesnt realize he's kneading your tits in front of an audience. and ofcourse he begins mouthing at the nape of your neck.

and ofcourse, you're not-so-suddenly viral on twitter.

[mariahcarreyyy]

https://www.tumblr.com/pa-the-tic/739789955544596480

Max would a 100% say that after overstimulating the shit out of u

🙈 anonnnnnnnnnnnnnn i love you for this im in my max era rn nsfw 18+ work under beware ⬇️⬇️

Mmm thinking about Max fucking into you with you on your back to watch you pretty face as he makes you come over and over again. On his mouth, his fingers, his cock. His eyes stubborn on your tear-stained cheeks and biting his bottm lip whe ur pathetic whines fill the room.

"M-Max, I can't, can't, no more, please," you sob when his thick hands trail over your tits and down to your red, puffy clit.

He tuts disapprovingly, slapping ur clit in a way that has your back arching and vision clouded. "There we go-- fuck, shatje, cum all ov'my cock, yeah, 'jst like that, good girl."

The blond above you fucks you frantically through your (third, fourth, fifth?) orgasm and the clenching of your hot, wet pussy around his cock tips him over the edge. Once he's absolutely sure his all of his cum stuffed you full, he pulls out slowly before immediately shoving his thick digits inside your hole. A loud yelp slips past your lips at the pressure, and your thighs clamp around his arm instinctively. No more, no more, no more.

Max's brows furrow, and he inches closer to you, parting your legs with his body. "Why are you closing your legs, baby?"

And like. Max looks so genuinely confused it's almost adorable. Well, as adorable as he can get with his veiny hands between your thighs. You let out an embarrasing mixture of a moan and whine, attempting and failing to close your legs around Max's hips.

"Your legs were made to stay open," Max grumbles, annoyed at your resistance. "so I can enjoy the view and touch, taste what's mine whenever I want."

Max's fingers are still inside you, plugging you up with his thick, warm cum like you were made for it. Made for him, his cock. A determined sigh leaves your lips, and you obey his wordless demand, spreading your shaky legs as much as you could.

"No, shatje, that's not enough, spread 'em a little more," he sighs, lazily thumbing at your clit like it doesn't make it impossibly harder for you to keep your legs open.

It's all toeing the line between pain and pleasure, but you can take it. You know you could. The hot praises Max whispered beside your ear as he pounded into you from the back told you as much. So, you do.

"Just like that," Max groans at the sight of your fluttering pussy around his digits. "Perfect. Always perfect f'me."

[mariahcarreyyy]

currently thinking more abt possessive!lando. wondering what the reactions of the grid would be to see his partner covered in marks, or i guess the first reaction to seeing it for the first time.

i think daniel & carlos would have a FIELD DAY w/ lando LMAO. i also think lewis would tease him abt it too.

hope the finals are going well bae 😩 stick in there!!

also random question: have u seen saltburn LMAO???

— ❄️❄️

p.s. finals are OVERRRR🎉🎉🥳 thank you bae p.p.s. i have. i went into that movie not knowing ANYTHING abt it and lemme tell u nothing was pretty (other than jacob elordi's face) nsfw 18+ under beware⬇️⬇️

When the paddock first witnessed the prominent red hickeys on your neck, it had been at one of the hotter grand prix's. You'd been sweating profusely, moisture forming on the parts of your body you didn't even know could sweat until you'd decided you'd had enough. You had taken off your pink turtleneck—a rookie mistake.

"goddamn, y/n, you getting mauled by a bear behind closed doors?" Daniel guffaws from beside you, a hearty laugh slipping past his lips because ofcourse it does. Shit. Your hands fly up and you attempt to cover the expanse of your neck. Because, when I say Lando marks you everywhere, he truly does. With no shame. A pair of familiar arms wrap around your waist from behind you, and Lando has the fucking audacity to sink his teeth into your exposed shoulder. "finished my media duties, baby, what's goin' on here?" Your boyfriend's former teammate only smiles suggestively and jokes while motioning towards your tainted neck, "just wondering if y/n's dating you or a werewolf." Lando grins. Good, Lan beams internally, that's how it should be. You dating him. You being his. All his, forever.

Carlos had been standing beside you and Lando through this interaction and muttered an empathetic, 'ay, lando, give her neck mercy, you animal' because he was not a stranger to this. The brit was his best friend on the grid and the person he'd spend the most time with, so he was aware that Lan had this possessive tendency. Hell, he was more than aware. If you were in close proximity to Lando, you best believe his lips were on you in any way possible. The spaniard couldn't count on one hand how many times he'd have to talk to Lando while the latter was licking, biting, sucking at your neck and jaw.

It was safe to say that the color of your cheeks rivals that of your turtleneck now.

[mariahcarreyyy]

Thinking bout riding Max until he cries😔😳

oh my goddddd theres nothing i love more than subby max😫 nsfw 18+ below beware 👇👇

Max isn't typically the submissive type. But there comes those days, where he's just come home from training, and for once, instead of pounding all of his frustration into you, he just wants to be taken care of. It was obvious, too, whenever he got into those moods-- pouting his lips more for you to place a kiss on them, hands on you at all times, acting a bit more whiny than he usually does.

You two had been watching a random show, your hand stroking max's hair carelessly with his head on your chest. He keens at your touch, placing feathery kisses on your collarbone and grinning when you'd flinch instinctively. And then, the moment you'd been waiting for ever since he came home all sweaty and whiny came.

"max?"

he hummed mindlessly, his red lips squished against your cleavage and muffling the sound of his voice, "yeah?"

"you want me to do something about that," you giggle lightheartedly and motion towards the space between his legs, his hips subconsiously rubbing his prominant bulge on your hips.

your boyfriend freezes, and he didn't even realize he'd been subtly grinding on you till you pointed it out.

he tilts his head back, nevertheless, nodding.

So, his lips meet yours, and you sit up fully, nudging at him to lean against the cushions. He does, rubbing at your sides slowly after you undress him and then yourself, straddling his thick thighs. Max's looking at you with his big, dumb blue eyes following your every move and you want to make them roll to the back of his head for hours. Your boyfriend hisses when your hand wraps around his dick, stroking it once, twice, before aligning it with your already dripping pussy.

"Shit, fuck, please, please, im gonna," max would gasp the first time he came.

and the second, and third, and fourth.

Wet droplets fell from his waterline uncontrollably, tracing over dried tears and sweat. And god, you don't think you could ever stop with max looking at you like this, like you had him wrapped around your pinky, like he couldn't take it but he desperately wanted to.

"y/n, please," he'd whimper, digging his face into the crook of your neck, and you don't really know if he's begging you to stop or keep going.

But then again, neither does he.

[mariahcarreyyy]

What about Lando and his girl getting drunk one night out. And when they come back they’re super horny but then when they’re in the middle of things they see a champagne bottle and they think it’s absolutely amazing idea to fuck her with it. She comes around it and Lando has pictures but then the next morning it just so happens they don’t remember much so when she’s sorer than usual they think they just got carried away but then they discover the pics and are shocked because the things they did w that bottle are wild even for them

accidentally slipped into my docs n wrote this 1.6k 'blurb' mb yall extreme nsfw 18+ under beware⬇️⬇️

The uncontrollable giggles, muffled by Lando's pillowy lips on yours, tumble out of you and his mouth at the same time you both stumble drunkenly into your shared flat. His hands never left your body, trailing up your sides, kneading desperately at your tits over your skirt, and cupping the globes of your ass.

"Lando, fuck," you whine against his lips, arching your back further into his fingers when he starts rolling the nub of your nipple between his index and thumb.

Lando hums, pulling off of you and grinning hazily at the string of spit connecting you. Too drunk and horny and desperate to fucking cum, you two don't bother walking oh-so-far (a few steps) to your bedroom. Hell, neither of you bother to take off your clothes.

A small gasp leaves your red, swollen lip when Lando's massive hands grip the underside of your thigh and haul you up onto the living room table. The pleasure bubbling in your lower stomach made your hips buck in the air involuntarily.

Except, it wasn't in the air. It was Lando who had you splayed against the wood and leaned over you, placing your bodies flush together, heatedly.

"Lan, Lan, I need..." you trail off when his hand trails up your inner thigh, palming your pussy.

And lando fucking moans, all high and whiny, when he realizes that you were bare and that you hadn't worn any fucking underwear. One piece of cloth had covered your grinding bodies at the club, and it makes him feral.

"Fuck, baby, yes, yes, whatever you want," he and you gasp in unison—him because he can't fucking get enough of you and you because he's not fucking giving you enough of him. "Whatever you want."

Apart from the hitching of your breath from Lando's relentless fingers rubbing between your folds—close but never quite where you needed it—you're silent. You don't really know what you want. You could barely fucking breathe with the amount of alcohol you'd downed tonight.

Lando seems to sense your frustration because he pulls away from your wet, needy pussy, wiping the slick on your inner thigh, and suggests breathily, "My fingers, hm? Want me to fuck em into you, get you all nice 'n full? Or d'you want my mouth, baby? I'll give y'anything, anything you want."

"Hmm, uh uh," you protest, placing one of your hands to tug on his curls as you ponder. "Wanna be full, fuller."

The light pout on your face made Lando coo internally, resisting the urge to kiss your jutted bottom lip away. You crane your neck to the side, met with a fancy tablecloth and glass vase adorned with your favorite flowers Lando had gotten for you. As if the objects in the room would verbally tell you what you wanted. And, to be fair, they kind of did.

Your bottom lip is now pulled in between your teeth, and the wheels in your head are visibly turning with the lewd scenarios at a thousand miles a second. Lando catches your sudden mood switch, following your eye line, only to be met with the gifted champagne bottle he'd gotten for new years.

Unopened, clean, and perfect to be fucked with.

"Shit, y/n," Lando growls low when his drunken brain wraps itself around your idea, dipping down to your jaw and pressing wet, frantic kisses against it.

"Lan, lan, please," you whisper. "Need it, wanna be full, wanna."

Lando groans loudly at that, nodding frantically and reaching over the table to grasp his fingers around the thick bottle. Your thighs rub together needly, fingers tightening on the little hairs at the back of Lando's neck in anticipation.

"Okay, okay, fuck, y/n," he breathes out, tugging your skirt further up your abdomen and almost choking on his spit when you spread your legs far, your pussy glistening with need and want and Lando and that fucking champagne bottle.

One of Lando's hands presses your lower stomach further on the couch while the other edges the knob of the bottle closer, closer, closer to your swollen clit. A loud, high moan fills the room, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to look at the scene between your thighs. Lando's eyes are stuck on it too, wide and slightly red from intoxication.

You buck your hips up, coating the top of the bottle with your slick when you pant. “Lan, please, no teasing, I can't—fuck!”

Lando typically prides himself on his ability to resist you. Just enough to get you really worked up and begging for his cock. But, looking into your eyes, glassy and desperate, he is just a man. He’d lined up the knob to your hole, rubbing languidly just to see your pussy clench on absolutely nothing. And then he’d thrust it inside your walls, almost groaning with you when he saw the stretch.

The stretch, almost ripping you into two, and you weren’t even taking a quarter of it yet.

“Lan, ‘feel s’good, full, fuck, fullfullfull," you blabber incoherently, but Lando feels the weight of your words and fucks the bottle back into you with the same intensity.

You aren't going to last long. And with the thought buried deep in the back of your mind, you knew you wouldn't. Not when Lan was practically doubled over, fucking the stupidly thick bottle into your walls. While his massive hands gripped onto the base of the bottle, your walls gripped onto it like a vice, like it was a cock you needed to milk.

Lan balances the bottle slightly on his thigh to bring his shaky hand down to your pussy, tracing the letters of his name onto your clit.

"Holy shit, Lan, fuck, I can't," you gasp, arching your back into his touch. "I'm close, I-I'm so fucking close."

"Let go, baby, cum f'me, go on," Lan heaves, like he's the one being fucked.

So, when Lan sends a particularly hard tweak at your wet clit, your hole tightens impossibly around the bottle, and a choked moan slips past your lips. If Lando wasn't aware of just how durable champagne bottles were, he'd be worried about it cracking.

"Fuckkk, yeah, baby, j'st like that, such a pretty slut, a cock's just not enough for you, hm?"

You don't bother responding with words. The white spots filling your eyesight and borderline pornographic moan do it for you, whimpering pathetically when fucks you with it through your orgasm.

A blinding flash illuminates the dark room. With furrowed brows, you look up at Lando—or rather, his phone and his shit-eating grin.

You can't find it in you to tell him to delete it.

And that, the look Lando's giving you behind the camera, drunk off of you now, and not the drinks from the club, is almost enough to get you needy again.

"Shit," you whimper out when Lando drags the bottle out of your pussy, walls gripping onto it like you'd die without it.

Lando grins from above you, and you want to kiss the dip of his cupid's bow where it forms a heart. So, you do. Cupping the back of his neck, you tug at his hair to meet his soft lips, smiling when his palms grasp onto the back of your thighs.

Lan picks you up like you weighed nothing—youcannotgethornyyoucannotgethorny—and you wrap your legs around his waist, detaching from his lips and burrying your face into the crook of his neck as he carries you into the bedroom and under the covers.

Even drunk, he was a gentleman.

"I love you," Lan mumbles when he circles his arm around your waist and pulls your back flush against his chest.

You hum, interlacing his hand with yours and squeezing once, twice, three times before your eyes fluttered shut. A fond laugh leaves Lando's mouth; he kisses the nape of your neck until his eyes burn sleepily.

"Lan, lan, lan," you say, shaking his limp frame with two hands on his broad shoulders. "Goddammit, Lan, wake the fuck up."

A less-suggestive groan than last night filled the room, and Lando buries his head further into the pillows. Maybe if he smushed his face hard enough, the pounding in his head would transfer onto the cushions.

You huff, extending your arm to your bedside table, and curl your fingers around your phone. The shriek that echoes across the room when you click on the camera app is enough to have Lando shooting up, eyes wide on your frame.

"Shit, fuck, what's wrong?" He exclaims, cupping both of your cheeks and eyes and flitting over your face once, twice to make sure you're not hurt.

You glance back down at your reflection on the screen. "Sorry, I j'st look horrible, and also."

It's Lando's turn to shriek when your palm strikes his shoulder, muttering while he rubs over the red mark, "Fuck was that for?!"

"I don't fucking know, Lan, I think your dicks' tripled in size," you whine embarrassedly, pointing at your gaping hole and aching thighs underneath the covers.

Lando's brows furrow, glancing down at himself. He's hard and fully clothed. "Baby . . . we didn't fuck last night."

"I- what?" you pout, confused.

His hand pulls your phone out of your grasp. But whatever Lando had planned to do was quickly discarded when he accidentally swiped left and his eyes blew wide.

"Uhm, y/n," he murmers almost shyly. "I may have found out what happened."

You crane your neck to the right, nervously so. Out of all of the things you'd expected your boyfriend to show you, it had not been a picture of you, sweaty and writhing with your pussy wrapped around a fucking champagne bottle.

"What the fuck?" You choke out, bringing a hand down to your pussy and fuck, how the hell had you taken that?

Lando's still staring at the photo with a gaping mouth—almost as stretched out as your hole. You'd laugh at yourself if you weren't equally shocked. "Fuck, y/n, that's . . ."

Weird? Nasty? Slutty?

"Hot."

Yeah, you probably should have expected that from Lando and the bulge straining his pants.

# not calling this a fic bcs of how poorly written this is HAHAHAHAHA i just love this idea and knew i had to write it

# reblogs and likes are appreciated if you liked it tho 🩷🩷 !

[mariahcarreyyy]

thinking about smoking w charles and max and them getting all handsy w you bwuruhfhhjfkgk i’m so abnormal about them

akmxuskwn dont do this to me anon now i need to make this a fic suggestive 18+ work under beware⬇️⬇️

Growing up with Max and Charlie, you'd never thought that you'd one day be sandwiched between their large frames in the formers' fancy penthouse in Monaco, with the three of you passing a spliff. The air was thick with smoke and tension-- but their thighs burned against either side of you.

"Maxxx," Charles whines, his head lolling to its side and resting on your shoulder defeatedly.

If your cheeks weren't a pretty shade of pink because of the spliff, they sure are now. Max grins triumphantly, setting the game controller on the table. With a soft coo directed at Charles, he circles a muscled arm around the two of you. Charles keens at the touch, nuzzling closer into your frame.

Of-fucking-course, he and Max just had to be touchy when high.

Their hands left a sting each time they met your skin. It had to have been because of the weed. It had to. Because if it weren't, then you'd be left with the only other logical explanation that you might li—

Your thoughts melt away when Max's big, dumb hands grasp onto the spliff around your lips, but your brain absolutely falls out of your ass when he hastily places his pillowy lips on your flushed cheeks. Like a rushed 'thank you'. Like you two weren't friends. Like you were something.

And Max, again with his stupidly big, dumb hands, begins stroking Charles's hair as he heaves in the smoke. You rest your temple on top of Charles head and hope Max understands. It would be okay if he didn't, you think. You could sit here with Charlie's strawberry shampoo engulfing your lungs. And you could die happily. But shit, Max knows, and he understands, and he acts.

You can't see his red lips stretched wide and cockily from where you're sitting, but you think you can when a sweet, breathy chuckle fills your ears. You want to retaliate, or defend your neediness with a line. But. Max's fingers leave the top of Charles head and run tenderly through your locks. The monegasque sighs happily and cranes his neck slightly to mouth messily at the nape of your neck.

And well, you can't really find it in you or your hazy mind to care anymore.

[mariahcarreyyy]

Totally not thinking about coming home to lando and max passed out and you throw one of their shirts on and landos hand immediately grabbing one of your tits, totally not thinking it (this is what happens when I run out of melatonin gummies)

no yeah and im also totally not thinking about being sandwiched between them both after a long night out. your back pressed against lando's chest and max's chest against yours, his massive arms wrapping around you both. your eyes burn from the lack of sleep and just as they flutter shut, lando's hand sneaks inside the non-existent space where ur tits r being squished against max.

"lan?" you whisper as to not wake up the dutch.

the curly-haired boy only grumbles incoherently in his sleep, and you swallow thickly when he starts unconsiously kneading at your tits. arching your back slightly into his touch because they'd been in a bra the entire day and theyre sore and its so fucking relieving when lando massages them.

also totally not thinking about max parting your thighs with his knee while hes still asleep— because cmon its a comfortable sleeping position —with lan's thumb lazily rubbing circles on your nipple. Or how you'd start grinding on max's bare thighs till it put you asleep, like a weird ass horny lullaby.

[mariahcarreyyy]

lan loves facials. idc what anyone else says. better when he's standing up and you're on ur knees 🫠 and with that, deepthroating!!!

- @planete777 💓

im back w/ a lan blurb does that make up for my neglection😔 nsfw 18+ under beware⬇️⬇️

Truer words have never been spoken, honestly. Lando is obsessed with seeing you on your knees, wide-eyed and horny, all for him and his cock. So, when he gets to paint your face—to mark you as his with his cum—for the first time, the mischievous glint in his eyes tells you that it won't be the last time.

"Fuckk, y/n, y-your mouth," lando moans loudly, sinking further into the wall behind him like your mouth does with his cock.

you hum around his cock. when lando involuntarily bucks his hips up into the heat of your mouth, you can't help but parrot his sounds. the weight of his cock on your tongue, the taste of it, drove you insane. if he wanted to fuck your mouth, well, you wouldn't necessarily stop him.

lando groans when he feels you relax your throat and suck your cheeks in, tight and hot around his thick length. "ah, holy shit, baby. y'want me to fuck your mouth, hm? a slut for it—fuck, my slut, though, yeah? y'd only get down on y'knees f'me."

you nod frantically. Or, well, try as best as you can with the way his hands tightened his hold on your hair, bringing your lips all the way down to the base of his cock. You swallow a gag when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat and trail your hand up his thigh to cup his balls.   Lando, meanwhile, is still wondering if you were fucking real. He's fucking himself into your hole like there was no tomorrow, and you were taking it so fucking well. A twinge of embarrassment nips at his brain when he realizes he's already so, so close, but honestly, was he really supposed to last long when you were looking up at him like that— all fucked out and cock drunk?

"yes, oh, fuckfuckfuck, y/n im—,"

lando quickly pulls you off of him. you whine at the loss and inch closer to his cock when lando's fingers replace your lips. He's fucking his cock into the circle of his hand frantically, pinching your chin hard enough for it to slacken. Lan resists the urge to throw his head back to look into your glassy eyes as thick beads of his cum paint your face white instead.

He'd stare at your tainted face for a good few minutes with the dopiest grin you've ever seen before he coats his index and middle fingers with the cum on your cheek, poking at your closed mouth. Your lips part obediently, and Lando definitely does not whimper at the sight of you, dripping from his cum and sucking his fingers dry.

Except for the fact that he most definitely does.

[mariahcarreyyy]

https://www.tumblr.com/mariahcarreyyy/740787540024541184/incubuswhorror-i-like-my-boys-on-all-fours-back

OH THIS IS NAS-TY!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!

so charles and lando coded but atp this could be for any of them 🫠

- @planete777 💓

is this too much . . . this might be a lil too much for tumblr 🙈 nsfw 18+ below beware⬇️⬇️

it truly is so lando coded but i do think that charles fits it best. honestly, even when lando is on all fours and at your mercy, he still has some dignity-- refusing to beg, instructing you to do or not do what feels good or bad, biting his bottom lip to muffle his pathetic sounds.

charles tho? that man is arching his back, face flushed and hands gripping on to the sheets hard enough to rip crescent moon shapes into them. he'd be filthy, i tell you.

he's moaning and pleading incoherently, "please, p-please, s'te plaît, harder, y/n, fuckfuckfuckkk."

he'd give no fucks about how loud he is; his mouth was hung in a permanent 'o' shape the entire time you'd be fucking your fingers/dildo into him.

and well, when he looks up at you through the mirror in front of him, glassy eyes and furrowed brows and legs shaking with pleasure, you couldn't really say no to him. charles would borderline moan pornographically when you fucked him with a newborn intensity.

you'd curl your fingers inside him or change your position slightly to hit his prostate perfectly, almost drunk on the sound of his pretty moans & whines. he'd fuck himself back on your fingers/dildo desperately, and if that wasn't the hottest thing you've ever seen.

he's beautiful like this, you'd think distantly, on his hands and knees for you with a vocabulary reduced to just your name and high moans.

[mariahcarreyyy]

https://www.tumblr.com/countingstars-17/740343091566886912/his-side-profile?source=share

GIIIRRRRLLLLL!!!! You know all I could think about while looking at this how goooodddd it would feel to have him go down on you 😳👀

Do you see how perfect that nose is!?!?!?!?!?!?

I'm dyyyyiiinnngggg 😩

fym go down on u bae i am riding!! that!! face!!!

starting out hesitant at first before charles gets fed up (bcs i just KNOW he's the type to say "i'm not doing this for you, i'm doing it for me") & he just shoves you down om his face. He'd groan the second the wetness of your pussy fill his tastebuds, pulling you impossibely closer with his two hands on the globes of your ass.

like imagine how he'd look after you'd lift your pussy off of his face: his lips and the tip of his nose are absolutely drenched in your slick, he looks fucked outttt n u havent even touched his cock yet. you'd look down at his crotch, ready to give him anything he ever wanted after he'd made you cum hard.

but then your eyes meet his sofetning dick, the large danp patch of his cum on his boxers, and the dopey smile he's wearing right now, like he'd been the one who just had the most mind blowing & earthshattering orgasm of his life. you couldnt help but get horny all over again because what do u mean u came in ur boxers because i sat on your face????????

[mariahcarreyyy]

born to write fanfiction forced to do algebra

[mariahcarreyyy]

Hi babes, how are u? I hope you have an amazing day<3 Where are your hashtags and our little talks? I miss them:((

hi baby im doing welll!!!!!! how r u doing?🫶

ilysm and tbh i need to start making specific tags for my mutuals but im lazy. u can find them under mariahcarreyyy . . . answers

[mariahcarreyyy]

max making u wear a pendant with his initials/driver's number engraved around ur neck coz he likes to watch it swing when u ride him

# 📝 send a prompt and a driver for me to write a short blurb or scenerio ! nsfw 18+ below beware⬇️⬇️

mariahcarreyyy's 2k celebration announcement post

"Where's the necklace?"

Max's words had made you halt. He placed a gentle hand on your collarbone, pushing you gently from where you were mouthing at his neck and stroking his thumb where the gold of his initials should be.

With furrowed brows, you craned your neck down to follow his disheartened glare. The absence of the cool chain around your neck didn't seem quite as important as the growing need for max, max, max.

"Dunno," you mumbled dismissively, rolling your hips from where you were straddling his legs on the bed. "Ah—bathroom, 'think, t-took it off to shower."

Your boyfriend hummed sweetly before lightly tapping the side of your thigh. "Get it."

Barely forcing down a whimper, you bit your lip, tugging on the hem of his baggy shorts. "Max, please, just—"

A taunting, raised brow was enough to have you huffing and hauling yourself off of his lap. The walk from the bathroom and back to Max's arms, barely ten steps, made your eyes glassy and the pleasure stirring in your stomach boil.

You made the mistake of catching your reflection in the mirror: flushed cheeks, hair sprawled in various directions, and an evident pout etched onto your face. The necklace was expensive; you'd known that, but had Max really needed to stop you mid-foreplay to run and get it?

Judging by his cocky smirk and the fact that he'd fumbled out of his clothes in the ten seconds you'd left, you guessed so. Your eyes drifted down his body, past the sweaty abs, and onto his hand, lazily stroking his hard cock. You wanted it inside you, in your mouth—fuck, he was making it really hard to stay annoyed.

"Happy?" you grumbled, your facade slipping when Max swiftly pulled you into his lap, shivering slightly as he nearly ripped the shirt off of your body, the cold air hitting your nipples and Max's wet tongue trailing kisses down your neck.

Moans slip past your lips, and you slide a hand down to the angry, red tip of Max's length. You grin wildly when he groans, the vibrations rippling against your skin and shooting straight down to your core. "More than." He cups the swell of your ass with his massive palms and lifts you up to hover over his dick. "C'mon, shatje, make y'self feel good on m'cock."

And who were you to deny Max that?

The stretch of his cock burned like it always has, spikes of pleasure overcoming the momentary pain. Max's desperate moans mixed with yours, echoing across the room. After a few seconds, Max's palm impatiently striked at your ass, making you jolt and bite your lip to avoid the embarrassing sound that would have left your lips. "M-Max, oh, fuck."

You lifted your hips, almost slipping Max's slick-covered dick out of your wet pussy before dropping back down. Max's eyes were half-lidded, a hazy grin plastered on his face; he watched the gold swing recklessly, worrying his bottom lip at the fast pace you'd set.

Max rolled his hips upward to meet your movements, and the loud yelp that left your lips made you flush. "Fuckk, s'good, baby—ah, all mine, yeah? All. Fucking. Mine."

Punctuating each word with a sharp thrust, Max almost came when your wet pussy clenched around him. "All yours, m'all yours, Max."

That was what the initials on your collarbones stood for, didn't they?

authors note. i havent written in so long pls forgive me everyone

[mariahcarreyyy]

congratulations on 2k 💙

📝 + charles leclerc x fem!reader + one where she recently joins motogp and he supports her all the time? fluff please, tysm! 🫶🏻🤞🏻

# 📝 send a prompt and a driver for me to write a short blurb or scenerio !

mariahcarreyyy's 2k celebration announcement post

To say you were nervous would be an understatement.

You had a few tells that were noticed by Charles in quick succession: bouncing your leg, standing up and pacing, picking at your fingernails, religiously repeating the warmups your physio had suggested prior.

"Mon amour, please sit down," Charles laments, his eyes darting back and forth from his place on your couch. "I'm getting nervous looking at you, and I don't even have a race this weekend."

But another race weekend for Charles doesn't compare to this, and all he says now only brings you a slight sense of false security. First race, first female rider, and your only chance to prove yourself to—well, to everyone.

Ignoring Charles' pleas only made you feel a bit guilty; instead, you occupied yourself with stretching and easing the knots in your shoulders. Fool-proof plan. Except for the fact that Charles has never taken 'no' for an answer a day in his life.

He stands up with an exhaled huff, grabbing your shoulders in the middle of your motorhome. "Stop it. There's no reason for you to be doing this."

"Did somebody hit you in the head? I have a race in, like, ten minutes, Charlie."

"Yes, and?"

The idiocracy from Ferrari must've seeped into his brain, but his lips parted again before you could reply.

"They wouldn't have picked you if they thought you were a bad rider," Charles murmurs, sliding a soft hand to cup your cheek. "Relax. Please."

You sigh, leaning into his touch and slightly rubbing your cheekbones against it. Meeting his eyes, you have to refrain from directly looking away; he looks at you so fondly that you consider ditching the race altogether and cuddling up to him instead.

A soft noise of agreement slips past your throat again. "Okay," you bite your lip when Charles grasps your wrist and leads you to the couch.

He presses a kiss on your temple, and for a moment, the worries abandon your thoughts.

authors note. i was a bit stuck on an idea for this but yeahhh im back to writingg (hopefully)