tommydarlings

[tommydarlings]

THIS. THIS. THIS.

──★ ｡𖦹˙🍓 ̟ Enemies Online, Lovers Offline?

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

୨ৎ Summary: You and Lando Norris hate each other. At least, that’s what it looks like online—

୨ৎ Genre: A little SMAU, Enemies with benefits, Smut

୨ৎ Note: Please don’t judge my smut, haven’t written that for like months now i think? Explicit content / 18+ (spicy smut scenes), Language, Fake hate, real sexual tension, Hotel room hookups, Light dom!Lando energy

ARCHIVES ⭑.ᐟ

Username she said “i love him” but with ✨rage✨

Username this is not beef. this is foreplay

Username ❎enemies to lovers? ✅lovers who pretend they’re enemies.

Username this is not hate. this is love in lowercase and violence

Username she’s probs tweeting this while sitting on his lap

Username she hates him. which means she’s either dating him or about to

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Username imagine fighting on main and spooning 20 mins later

Username lando’s version of love language is “fight me then feed me”😭

Username he probs said “you mad?” after this tweet

Username NO CUZ ITS GIVING THAT😭😭😭

Username someone said “bantercore relationship” and this is it

Username Is Mclaren not gonna do something about this or…

Username is this banter or a soft breakup announcement 💀

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Username this relationship is 90% roasting, 10% emotional damage cuddles

Username high IQ on track, zero when he texts “wyd” at 1am

Username the tweet is rude but the love is real

Username Their love language is definitely verbal attack🥹

Username can they fight less and kiss more pls my heart can’t take it

Username the slow burn is actually fast and messy but i’m obsessed

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Username the fact he claps back with effort… yeah they’re sleeping together😮‍💨

Username imagine hating someone but still thinking of clever burns for them… in public

Username Nah i JUST know he’s soft for her irl😛

Username Idc they’re my fav couple even if they say they’re not “dating”

Username THE WAY I SEE THEIR POSTS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER IS INSANE

Username my whole feed is literally just them fighting😭😭😭

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He pinned you against the door before you could even breathe, his hands gripping your hips like he was trying not to lose his grip on reality. “You always run that mouth on no?,” he growled, lips brushing your jaw, “but the second I get you alone—what, suddenly you’ve got nothing to say?”

You rolled your eyes even as your body melted into his. “I hate you.”

“Yeah?” His teeth grazed your throat. “Then why are you so wet for me right now?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. His hand was already sliding beneath your skirt, fingers hooking into your panties and dragging them down like he owned you. You gasped when his thumb pressed against your clit—teasing, slow, confident.

“Still talking?” he muttered, voice low and dangerous.

“You’re a cocky—”

He cut you off with a bruising kiss, swallowing your insult like he was starving for it. He pulled back just long enough to murmur, “Take your clothes off.”

“Make me.”

That smirk. That goddamn, unbearable smirk.

He lifted you effortlessly and threw you onto the bed. You bounced once, laughing breathlessly before he climbed over you, ripping your top off like it was holding him back from something vital.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he muttered, dragging his lips down your chest. “Laid out. Mouthy. Mine.”

“I’m not yours,” you bit, even as your legs parted for him automatically.

“No?” He pushed inside you in one smooth, devastating thrust—deep, slow, filling. You choked on your own breath.

“Say it again,” he said through clenched teeth, gripping your thighs and grinding into you harder. “Tell me you’re not mine while I fuck you like this.”

You didn’t say it again. You couldn’t. Not when he was rolling his hips into yours like he knew exactly where to hit, not when your nails were digging into his back, not when every moan that left your throat made him groan against your skin.

Lando leaned in, forehead against yours, breath ragged.

“You act like you hate me,” he rasped, pace brutal now. “But no one fucks you like I do, do they?”

You whimpered—high and desperate, your entire body trembling as your release built too quickly to stop.

He felt it.

“Come for me,” he said, voice rough, hips snapping harder. “Come so loud they’ll know exactly who shuts you up.”

And you did.

It hit like a wave, like fire, like heat and hate and something terrifyingly close to love. You came with a gasp, your walls clenching around him, dragging him over the edge just seconds later.

He groaned into your neck, hips stuttering as he spilled inside you.

He let out a deep, satisfied sigh as he collapsed beside you, his arm immediately flinging across your waist like instinct. Like he was supposed to be there.

You were still catching your breath, cheeks flushed, heartbeat matching the lazy rise and fall of his chest against your side.

“…You’re really annoying, you know that?” you mumbled, staring at the ceiling.

He didn’t answer right away—just nuzzled his face into your shoulder with a smug hum. “And yet here you are. Wrecked. Speechless. Obsessed.”

You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched.

“Obsessed?” you snorted. “I literally hate you.”

“You say that,” he murmured, lips brushing your collarbone, “but you’re the one clinging to me like a koala.”

“I am not—” You glanced down. You were very much wrapped around him. Legs tangled. His hoodie half on your body. His fingers tracing patterns on your back.

“…Shut up.”

He grinned, boyish and soft, like he couldn’t help it. “You shut up.”

Silence fell for a moment. But it wasn’t tense. It was glowing. Comfortable. Then he reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. It was nothing. It was everything.

“I like when you’re like this,” he said quietly, barely above a whisper.

You blinked. “Like what?”

He paused.

“Real.”

Your stomach fluttered, but you masked it with a scoff. “Ew. Don’t get sentimental on me, Norris.”

“Too late.”

He turned toward you fully now, his hand finding yours under the blanket. No sarcasm. No teasing. Just… him.

Warm. Gentle. Familiar.

You hated how safe it felt.
You also kind of loved it.

“You still suck,” you muttered, your voice softer now.

He leaned in, nose brushing yours, eyes full of something way too sincere for someone you supposedly hated.

“I know,” he said. “But I’m your problem now.”

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i feel sad for all the women working within f1 whose work already goes underappreciated and who get ridiculed and undermined by men working in the sport and who are fans of the sport, who have to know a harasser can still be TP and have to work in the same environment with him, who now also have to see themselves portrayed as easy and incompetent and at a man's beck and call in a white male abuser's power fantasy movie.

these women deserve so much better. don't fucking give money to that movie. fuck brad pitt and his enablers.

[tommydarlings]

drinking water when I have a headache should give instant relief. it should go away. what's even the point of drinking water if it can't do that

[tommydarlings]

PATREON - addictive scent | c.l

—♥︎ charles leclerc x reader

—♥︎ charles being a dirty and horny bf, him touching himself

—♥︎ full work -> 1.1k

—♥︎ You never thought that you would catch your sweet and innocent boyfriend sniffing your panties like a horny teenager, but here you were, watching him doing exactly that.

check this out: MASTERLIST | KO-FI | PATREON | CARRD

At first glance, your lips parted in shock as you saw it, but then you quickly smirked, your brows still slightly furrowed as your eyes stayed on your boyfriend's hands.

Or to be more specific, on the small piece of clothing in his hand.

Your panties, right there in Charles‘ hand, his grip almost pathetically tight.

You leaned against the doorway and crossed your arms over your chest, smirk still on your face.

Slowly, he raised his hand and sniffed your panties.

He actually sniffed your panties.

You carefully raised your hand to cover your mouth, your eyes wide as he closed his and sniffed as if his life depended on it.

You bit your lip as you watched his other hand slowly travel down to his boner, gently palming it through his joggers while his nose was still buried in your panties as if it was the best thing he had ever smelled.

Then you grinned, “What are you doing there?” you spoke up.

Your boyfriend jumped a bit, quickly trying his best to hide the pair of panties behind his back as he looked at you with the widest pair of eyes that you’ve ever seen.

You laughed and slowly walked towards him,

“C’mon tell me, want to hear you say it out loud… what were you doing?“

He gulped, “For how long have you been standing there, mon amour?“

“Don‘t 'mon amour' me now you dirty little freak,“ you giggled, obviously joking.

Your hand went to his arm, smirk still painted on your lips, “what’s in your hand, baby?“ you asked quietly before you looked up at him again.

Charles nervously bit his bottom lip, his hand tightening around your panties, “N-Nothing,” he shook his head.

You smiled up at him and tilted your head to the side, “Nothing you say,“ you raised your brows.

The Ferrari driver quickly nodded,

“Yep, absolutely nothing — at least nothing to worry about, baby,“ he forced a tiny smile.

God, was he sweet.

You raised your brows, knowing that he was lying right into your face, making you almost laugh at his weak attempt, “Charles, my love…” you looked up at him with your pretty doe eyes, “What are you hiding behind your back, hm?“

Your boyfriend gulped, his eyes staying on yours, “You know what’s behind my back,“ he sighed, finally realizing that there’s no use in lying anymore.

Slowly, you nodded and grinned at him, “Yes, I do,“ you whispered.

Charles sighed and nodded to himself before you slowly pulled his arm back in front of him again.

CONTINUE READING ON MY PATREON! <3

[tommydarlings]

I AM SO STUCK ON WRITING THE SECOND PART OF 'wrong number, right time' THAT I GENUINELY REGRET EVER STARTING IT 😭😭😭

[tommydarlings]

MY BABY BOY

I have to log off, my god.

[tommydarlings]

after i read the shot of lando slapping i just imagined somthing like that with toto…

Wait that actually sounds so good…

[tommydarlings]

I just recently celebrated my birthday and y’all know what I got?? 😭

Tickets to the Austrian F1 GP AND Tickets to the Nova Rock for Friday to see my favourite band aka. Slipknot 😭

Y'all are getting so many pics and videos, I promise 😛 (I’ll try to get GOOD pics of the drivers for you!! 🫶🏻)

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Where do you think you’re going? | c.l

—★ dark!charles leclerc x reader

—★ dark, manipulation, brief mentions of killing, torturing and stalking

—★ 1k

—★ You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to run away from your dear boyfriend — but unfortunately, you didn’t make it far. (based off of this request !)

check this out: MASTERLIST | KO-FI | PATREON | CARRD

Your feet hurt as you ran out of the door and through the forest, your lungs already burning after just a few steps but you didn’t care, this was your chance.

You loved Charles, and he loved you as well… but his way of loving you has gotten out of hand.

He killed for you, tortured others without hesitating, put at least one small security camera into every room of the big mansion you just ran away from.

He was crazy, batshit crazy for you.

At first, you ignored it, you thought he was just possessive and jealous like every other guy but no… this was so much scarier.

You frantically looked around as you ran and ran and ran, trying your best not to slow down — you needed to get as far away as possible after all, that was your goal.

But then you already felt it.

One pair of big arms wrapping themselves around your waist, tackling you to the dirty and slightly wet ground, making you yelp in surprise and fear,

“No! Get off of me!“ only then you noticed that one of Charles’ men caught you, another one towering over your lying and crying figure, quickly reaching for his cell phone.

“Stay still, I don’t want to hurt you on purpose,” the one that caught you told you but you only stared at the cell phone, praying that the other man didn‘t dial your boyfriend's number.

“Sir?“ he suddenly spoke up, “Yes, we got her, she’s not hurt and we‘ll bring her back right now, don’t worry,“ and you already screamed and kicked your legs.

But it was no use against two grown men whose job was to catch you and bring you back to your lover.

———

As soon as you arrived back 'home', Charles ran up to you with a surprising amount of… concern on his face?

You prepared for the worst — you thought he was gonna scold you as if you were a little kid, you thought he was gonna drag you into the bedroom and smack some sense into you… or worse, fuck some sense into you, rough and mercilessly.

But none of that happened.

He immediately ran up to you, his brows slightly furrowed and your favorite soft blanket in his veiny hands,

“Mon amour, mon dieu!“ my love, my god! Charles threw the big blanket around your shoulders and pulled you closer, not even looking at the two other men that just brought you back to him.

You gulped and nuzzled into the blanket, not because you wanted to be closer to him but simply because you were so cold.

Charles sighed, “You’re cold aren’t you? Oh c’mere,“ he pulled you into his side, quickly kissing your temple a couple of times, “you‘re safe now, do you know who took you?“

At that strange question, you were only able to furrow your brows, “w-what?“ you mumbled under your breath.

Charles ran his hand through his hair,

“That’s what I thought… you can’t remember, can you?“ he looked almost… sad? worried?

You briefly looked up at him with glassy eyes, “I-I, what are y-you talking-”

“Oh no no, baby,“ he quickly pulled you in for a tight hug, the soft blanket still hugging your shaking figure, “you have no idea, huh? You can’t remember anything, right? Don’t worry that's normal when everything is so scary and happens so quickly,“ he gently stroked your head, trying his absolute hardest to calm you down.

Even though he was the only thing that made you feel unsafe right now.

Charles cupped your cheeks, scanning your entire face, “are you hurt? Did they hurt you anywhere?“

You were so confused, who was he talking about? He was the only one you were running from…

But you were only able to shake your head, glassy eyes looking up at him,

“N-No, I’m not hurt… just a bit dirty,“ you looked down at your legs, making Charles‘ gaze quickly shoot down as well, “oh no baby..“ he bent down.

As his hands tried their best to clean the dirt off of your pretty skin, “my pretty baby,“ he sighed sadly, “what did they do to you, hmm?“

You shook your head, the first tear escaping your wide eyes, “I-I don‘t know, I-I‘m-”

“You’re all confused and scared, I know,“ your dear boyfriend murmured under his breath, “I’ll clean you up and then we can just cuddle, okay?“

After shedding some more silent tears, you nodded at his words, not understanding anything here but you gave up by now, feeling too weak and hopeless.

“O-Okay,“ you replied as he stood back up, quickly scooping you up into his arms, carrying you with ease towards the big bathroom.

As the two of you arrived in the luxurious bathroom, he immediately sat you down on the countertop, being all careful and gentle.

You can’t remember the last time he was so gentle with you.

“Your knees are still a bit dirty, mon amour,“ he scoffed quietly and grabbed a cloth, wetting it quickly before he tried his best to get the dirt off of your soft skin.

Your caring boyfriend bent down a little and carefully cleaned your dirty legs, “And don’t worry my love,“ he started quietly, “I’ll get the bastard who’s been stalking you lately and tried to steal you from me, nobody gets to take my pretty girl away from me,“ he shook his head along his own words.

But you only shook your head at his insanity, was he serious?

“How are you supposed to catch yourself?” you dared to ask.

He gulped heavily and stared at your knee for a few seconds before he snapped his head into your direction, looking up at you with slightly darker eyes, his hands still touching your legs,

“Catch myself?“ he cracked a tiny smile almost as if you were the crazy one here, “what are you talking about, baby?“

But you were too scared, his darker eyes intimidating you too much to even open your mouth so you only shook your head.

Charles nodded along, “that’s what I thought…” he mumbled under his breath but you heard it loud and clear, his fingers grazing your calves,

“You have nothing to worry about anymore, you’re with me now and I’ll take good care of you, I promise,“ he softly kissed both of your inner thighs before he went back to cleaning you up.

[tommydarlings]

Where do you think you’re going? | c.l

—★ dark!charles leclerc x reader

—★ dark, manipulation, brief mentions of killing, torturing and stalking

—★ 1k

—★ You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to run away from your dear boyfriend — but unfortunately, you didn’t make it far. (based off of this request !)

check this out: MASTERLIST | KO-FI | PATREON | CARRD

Your feet hurt as you ran out of the door and through the forest, your lungs already burning after just a few steps but you didn’t care, this was your chance.

You loved Charles, and he loved you as well… but his way of loving you has gotten out of hand.

He killed for you, tortured others without hesitating, put at least one small security camera into every room of the big mansion you just ran away from.

He was crazy, batshit crazy for you.

At first, you ignored it, you thought he was just possessive and jealous like every other guy but no… this was so much scarier.

You frantically looked around as you ran and ran and ran, trying your best not to slow down — you needed to get as far away as possible after all, that was your goal.

But then you already felt it.

One pair of big arms wrapping themselves around your waist, tackling you to the dirty and slightly wet ground, making you yelp in surprise and fear,

“No! Get off of me!“ only then you noticed that one of Charles’ men caught you, another one towering over your lying and crying figure, quickly reaching for his cell phone.

“Stay still, I don’t want to hurt you on purpose,” the one that caught you told you but you only stared at the cell phone, praying that the other man didn‘t dial your boyfriend's number.

“Sir?“ he suddenly spoke up, “Yes, we got her, she’s not hurt and we‘ll bring her back right now, don’t worry,“ and you already screamed and kicked your legs.

But it was no use against two grown men whose job was to catch you and bring you back to your lover.

———

As soon as you arrived back 'home', Charles ran up to you with a surprising amount of… concern on his face?

You prepared for the worst — you thought he was gonna scold you as if you were a little kid, you thought he was gonna drag you into the bedroom and smack some sense into you… or worse, fuck some sense into you, rough and mercilessly.

But none of that happened.

He immediately ran up to you, his brows slightly furrowed and your favorite soft blanket in his veiny hands,

“Mon amour, mon dieu!“ my love, my god! Charles threw the big blanket around your shoulders and pulled you closer, not even looking at the two other men that just brought you back to him.

You gulped and nuzzled into the blanket, not because you wanted to be closer to him but simply because you were so cold.

Charles sighed, “You’re cold aren’t you? Oh c’mere,“ he pulled you into his side, quickly kissing your temple a couple of times, “you‘re safe now, do you know who took you?“

At that strange question, you were only able to furrow your brows, “w-what?“ you mumbled under your breath.

Charles ran his hand through his hair,

“That’s what I thought… you can’t remember, can you?“ he looked almost… sad? worried?

You briefly looked up at him with glassy eyes, “I-I, what are y-you talking-”

“Oh no no, baby,“ he quickly pulled you in for a tight hug, the soft blanket still hugging your shaking figure, “you have no idea, huh? You can’t remember anything, right? Don’t worry that's normal when everything is so scary and happens so quickly,“ he gently stroked your head, trying his absolute hardest to calm you down.

Even though he was the only thing that made you feel unsafe right now.

Charles cupped your cheeks, scanning your entire face, “are you hurt? Did they hurt you anywhere?“

You were so confused, who was he talking about? He was the only one you were running from…

But you were only able to shake your head, glassy eyes looking up at him,

“N-No, I’m not hurt… just a bit dirty,“ you looked down at your legs, making Charles‘ gaze quickly shoot down as well, “oh no baby..“ he bent down.

As his hands tried their best to clean the dirt off of your pretty skin, “my pretty baby,“ he sighed sadly, “what did they do to you, hmm?“

You shook your head, the first tear escaping your wide eyes, “I-I don‘t know, I-I‘m-”

“You’re all confused and scared, I know,“ your dear boyfriend murmured under his breath, “I’ll clean you up and then we can just cuddle, okay?“

After shedding some more silent tears, you nodded at his words, not understanding anything here but you gave up by now, feeling too weak and hopeless.

“O-Okay,“ you replied as he stood back up, quickly scooping you up into his arms, carrying you with ease towards the big bathroom.

As the two of you arrived in the luxurious bathroom, he immediately sat you down on the countertop, being all careful and gentle.

You can’t remember the last time he was so gentle with you.

“Your knees are still a bit dirty, mon amour,“ he scoffed quietly and grabbed a cloth, wetting it quickly before he tried his best to get the dirt off of your soft skin.

Your caring boyfriend bent down a little and carefully cleaned your dirty legs, “And don’t worry my love,“ he started quietly, “I’ll get the bastard who’s been stalking you lately and tried to steal you from me, nobody gets to take my pretty girl away from me,“ he shook his head along his own words.

But you only shook your head at his insanity, was he serious?

“How are you supposed to catch yourself?” you dared to ask.

He gulped heavily and stared at your knee for a few seconds before he snapped his head into your direction, looking up at you with slightly darker eyes, his hands still touching your legs,

“Catch myself?“ he cracked a tiny smile almost as if you were the crazy one here, “what are you talking about, baby?“

But you were too scared, his darker eyes intimidating you too much to even open your mouth so you only shook your head.

Charles nodded along, “that’s what I thought…” he mumbled under his breath but you heard it loud and clear, his fingers grazing your calves,

“You have nothing to worry about anymore, you’re with me now and I’ll take good care of you, I promise,“ he softly kissed both of your inner thighs before he went back to cleaning you up.

[tommydarlings]

[tommydarlings]

forgive the version of you that didn’t know any better

[tommydarlings]

you're not a monster. you're you. you're flawed, yes, but you're also incredibly alive. just human. real. capable of great things, capable of change and growth, too. don't define yourself by the inner critic lashing out at you. you're not your worst moments.

[tommydarlings]

🌻🌼🌷🌸🏵️🌹🌺💐🍀

Some flowers for anyone not feeling their best today

[tommydarlings]

Sorry I left you on read for 3 months, I was stuck in an endless self isolation and self destruction cycle bc I thought I deserved to be alone. (It will probably happen again.)

[tommydarlings]

PATREON TEASER - Where do you think you’re going? | c.l

—★ dark!charles leclerc x reader

—★ dark, manipulation, brief mentions of killing, torturing and stalking

—★ 1k

—★ You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to run away from your dear boyfriend — but unfortunately, you didn’t make it far. (based off of this request !)

check this out: MASTERLIST | KO-FI | PATREON | CARRD

Your feet hurt as you ran out of the door and through the forest, your lungs already burning after just a few steps but you didn’t care, this was your chance.

You loved Charles, and he loved you as well… but his way of loving you has gotten out of hand.

He killed for you, tortured others without hesitating, put at least one small security camera into every room of the big mansion you just ran away from.

He was crazy, batshit crazy for you.

At first, you ignored it, you thought he was just possessive and jealous like every other guy but no… this was so much scarier.

You frantically looked around as you ran and ran and ran, trying your best not to slow down — you needed to get as far away as possible after all, that was your goal.

But then you already felt it.

One pair of big arms wrapping themselves around your waist, tackling you to the dirty and slightly wet ground, making you yelp in surprise and fear,

“No! Get off of me!“ only then you noticed that one of Charles’ men caught you, another one towering over your lying and crying figure, quickly reaching for his cell phone.

“Stay still, I don’t want to hurt you on purpose,” the one that caught you told you but you only stared at the cell phone, praying that the other man didn‘t dial your boyfriend's number.

“Sir?“ he suddenly spoke up, “Yes, we got her, she’s not hurt and we‘ll bring her back right now, don’t worry,“ and you already screamed and kicked your legs.

But it was no use against two grown men whose job was to catch you and bring you back to your lover.

COMING SOON HERE ON TUMBLR! <3

[tommydarlings]

Dark crazy dulsional Charles leclerc that you ran away from him, but he’s so delusional that he thinks you didn’t run for him, some one obviously took you

Just posted a teaser! Coming soon! <3