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ok so i had an ask in my inbox that was about lando norris x ftm!reader and based on his 'eat pussy it's vegan' shirt but i sadly lost it :(( it was anonymous so whoever sent the ask if you see this don't worry it will still be posted !! i'll be replying to this post instead of replying to the ask
ok so i had an ask in my inbox that was about lando norris x ftm!reader and based on his 'eat pussy it's vegan' shirt but i sadly lost it :(( it was anonymous so whoever sent the ask if you see this don't worry it will still be posted !! i'll be replying to this post instead of replying to the ask
Quiet and calming, a steadying force at your side.
There’s always a glass of water sitting on the bedside, aspirin beside it in case you need it.
He’s concise, getting you into a warm and comfortable bath quickly, knowing you don’t like being so sweaty and messy. As you bathe, he’s busy getting you some light food to snack on before you inevitably fall asleep, mainly fruits and another glass of water. It’s the only time he lets you eat in his bed.
As you eat, diligently hand feeding him every few bites, he murmurs soft words against your temple, little praises he knows help you stay afloat, pressing gentle kisses to your skin every once in a while. It’s easy to fall asleep like that, with him still whispering in your ear, a smile on your face all night until you wake up the next morning.
Sweet and doting, reverent in the way that he treats you.
Kisses every inch of your skin as you come down from your high, moving you gently as he massages your sore muscles with deft fingers, making you melt with every touch, skin tingling wherever his lips press.
He’ll have a bath drawn for you, absolutely overboard with how much he takes care of you. Oils and salts in your favorite scent, water to the temperature you prefer, ordering you to simply lay back and relax as he takes care of you. He washes your hair with such care it takes nearly half an hour just for him to finish shampooing it. You always fall asleep during the process, waking up as he gently guides you up, wrapping you up in a fluffy towel as he collects some of his clothes for you to wear.
There’ll be water and fruit waiting on the bedside table when he gets you tucked back into bed, getting just a few bites into you before you fall asleep curled into his side. He never has the heart to wake you back up despite how much he wants to get some food in you, leaving the rest for the morning instead.
Tired and clingy, almost smothering you with affection.
Wraps his arms around you and just lays there, very nearly crushing you with his weight. You have to tickle his side to get him to at least lay next to you instead of on top of you.
He’ll hold you close, whispering soft words and praises with his gravelly, half asleep voice. Mi amore, you were so good. So good to me, tesoro. The two of you won’t move until the next day, waking up well after noon without even meaning to.
Kimi will get up before you, a force of habit from his strict routine though he tries to relax more when he’s with you. He’ll make you a nice breakfast, something he never fails to do after a night with you, bringing it to you in bed if you haven’t woken up by then.
He’ll crawl back into bed with you, stealing bites of the food he made as you pretend to be angry about it, giggling softly as he lays his head on your shoulder and falls right back asleep, feeling safer than ever at your side.
could you write Kimi antonelli x male reader shower smut? thank you!
Genre: Smut
Word Count: .8k
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long hope you enjoy !! <3
“Kimi!” You scold the other boy with faux annoyance, a soft laugh disrupting the image of anger you were trying to convey.
He'd followed you into the shower despite your protests, placating you with an onslaught of kisses to the sensitive part of your neck, making you giggle and try to shrug him off of you the whole time, a lack of conviction to your movements.
Kimi mutters something, muffled against the sensitive skin of your neck so you can't hear it. He nudges you slowly, inching you closer to the shower wall so you don't realize it until your chest is pressed up against the cold material, shivering at the sudden change in temperature.
“We're gonna be late,” You protest weakly, knowing that nothing will come of it. You two are supposed to be at the paddock in an hour, though it's already evident that you won't be making it in time.
It's only media day, so you can't bring yourself to care enough to be firm with Kimi. You two can afford the fines.
With his hands on your waist, Kimi guides you to turn and face him, pressing you back up against the wall as his lips press against your clavicle.
“Doesn't matter,” He huffs as he grabs one of your thighs, hitching your leg up onto his hip. “This is more important than any interview.”
Blushing at Kimi's words, one of your hands reaches up to grab his curls, nails digging into his scalp as you shudder and arch against hip, gasping as his finger prods against your hole. You hadn’t even noticed his hand steadily slipping up your thigh.
“Still open from last night, hmm?” He teases softly, groaning as your hand tightens in his hair, rocking his hips up against yours, his steadily hardening cock pressing insistently against your thigh.
“Would you get on with it?” You groan in return, using your leg on his hip to pull him even closer, shuddering at the insistent pressure against your dick.
“Patience, tesoro.” Kimi’s finger dips inside as he scolds you softly, making you gasp and cant forwards, torn between grinding against Kimi’s hip or back onto his finger.
It doesn’t take very long for him to press a second one inside, your free hand coming down to grip tightly at his shoulder, nails digging in as he presses insistently at your prostate, your legs shaking as Kimi’s forced to bear the brunt of your weight, pressing you firmly against the wall, effectively shielding you from the water.
If you weren’t awake before, you certainly are now; eyes rolling back in your head as you rut against Kimi. It’s not the most effective, his tight grip barring you from moving freely, but it gets you closer to the edge.
Letting out a mournful noise when Kimi removes his fingers, the other boy noses at your ear, kissing the skin behind it placatingly as he slowly presses his cock inside of you, inching closer with each gasp that escapes you.
The change of pace is new but pleasurable, slow in a way that the two of you rarely are. Each movement is sensual, shocking you with just how good it feels. Gripping Kimi tighter, each press of his mouth is more insistent, moving closer and closer to your own until you two are finally kissing, his own moans slipping into your mouth as his thrusts grow sloppy.
Kimi’s hand slips between the two of you, gripping your cock and grinning at the surprised moan you let out, sharp teeth nipping at your lips as he draws you back into kissing him. Each slide of his hand sends you hurtling closer to the edge, quicker than you’d expected, overwhelmed with just how good everything feels, surrounded by Kimi so much that it feels like nothing else exists. Just the two of you under the water, uncaring of your phones that are probably blowing up by now from your managers.
With a pained shout, you finally come, painting ropes against Kimi’s hand, quickly washed away by the water. It doesn’t take long for Kimi to follow, pressing his forehead against yours as the two of you pant, your eyes fluttering shut as you slump into his hold.
“We’re so fucked,” He mumbles, mouth pressed against your cheek.
“I told you.” You whine softly, yawning as Kimi guides you to stand up on your own, reaching for the shampoo to finally start getting ready.
“You weren’t complaining earlier.” Kimi snarks, and you decide you’re too tired to retort, content to let him wash your hair for you and deal with the consequences later.
full transparency as i have quite a few requests in my inbox currently!! i have unfortunately been neglecting this blog quite a bit recently as im taking part in a writing competition with a very strict deadline
so if you've sent me a request and it hasn't been posted i apologize it may take a while but i will get it posted !! other than that all scheduled posts for the rest of june and july will continue
Soft and clingy, taking care of you in a gentle but insistent way.
He’ll have a light snack and drink already sitting on the bedside table, guiding you to eat and sip slowly before leaving you to wet a washcloth. As you finish the snack he’ll wipe the both of you down, gentle with every touch and pressing soft kisses to every inch of skin he brushes over.
Once he’s done cleaning the two of you up he’ll wrap himself around you, holding you close to his chest as the two of you lay down to rest. He’ll hold you tightly as you curl into him, one of your hands carding through his hair as the two of you talk quietly, trading chaste kisses as if they were something secret. You two fall asleep easily, sleeping nearly the entire next day away, not waking up until around dinner time.
A quiet night in, sharing drinks in his penthouse. It wasn’t what he would’ve preferred, wanting to take you somewhere fancy, somewhere you deserved. But he knew you would be more comfortable in the privacy of one of your homes.
He even let you provide the wine, since you insisted, even though he knew he had a few better kinds of his own. But he’d never deny you anything.
You two grew more comfortable the tipsier you got, and the more comfortable you got, the handsier you became. It’s not what either of you expected, to end up in Charles’ bed on the first date, a night you both thought would consist of only conversation, perhaps a kiss on the way out if you got lucky.
Neither of you regretted it the next morning, though. Even if the slight hangover tainted the bliss of the morning after.
Firm and protective, unwilling to let you do anything for yourself.
He forces you to stay put once you two have finished, making sure you’re comfortable on the bed and practically growling if you try to protest. He keeps an eye on you the whole time he’s up, soaking a warm rag to clean you up. He runs you a bath after harsher scenes, allowing you to soak and loosen your muscles as he washes your hair and bathes you. But after just a normal night together he prefers to allow you to relax, keeping you comfortable as he fusses.
He doesn’t seem like the type, but he absolutely fusses over you.
Before he lets you fall asleep he forces you to drink, glaring if you do so too quickly, sometimes taking over and holding the glass for you. He knows how badly your hands shake after some nights, trying to make it as easy as possible.
Once he’s content that you’re properly taken care of he’ll bundle you up under the covers, your head pillowed on his chest and his arms wrapped around you. In the mornings he makes you breakfast by himself, a small change to routine as you usually make meals together.
The two of you stay in bed longer than usual those mornings, cuddled up and just talking about nothing and everything all at the same time.
A quiet dinner date in the privacy of your home. You try to help him out, insisting that he’s the guest in your home, but he won’t hear any of it. The most he lets you do is set the table and keep him company in the kitchen as he cooks for the two of you.
You’ve never laughed or smiled so hard in your life, finding it so easy to just talk mindlessly as he cooks, finding yourself enraptured with every word he says, with every time he laughs at something stupid you say.
It helps that he makes some of the best food you’ve ever had. A meal you’d once offhandedly mentioned was your favorite. You still can’t believe he remembered that.
Before either of you know it, it’s the middle of the night, far too late for him to get home safely so you end up insisting he spend the night. You try to offer your bed but he insists on staying on the couch, not wanting to make you give up your bed or intrude by sleeping with you. The next morning, you send him on his way with a cup of coffee you made, even though neither of you wanted him to leave.
hello! So, I loved the trans!reader × Charles, could you do one similar with Russel? 😛
If you do, thank you <333
Genre: Hurt/comfort
Word Count: .5k
“George,” Your voice is hesitant as George turns to look at you sitting beside him, reaching for the remote to give you his full attention. “Do you like guys?”
George furrows his brows, noticing the slight look of—worry?—on your face.
“Do I like guys?”
“Like—like the way you like me?”
Safe to say, that’s not the type of thing George ever expected you to ask him. Ever expected anyone to ask him, really.
“Well—” It’s not that George has never thought about it, he’s had his moments. The rare crush on another boy in karting when he was younger, something he used to mistake for jealousy or admiration. “I mean, I guess so. I’ve thought about it. But, that doesn’t really matter, I have you.”
You’re quiet for a few moments, your gaze still stubbornly set on the paused television. It’s long enough for George to get a bit antsy, opening his mouth in preparation to break the silence before you finally speak.
“I think it does matter, George.” Your voice breaks when you say his name, and before George can even reply, you’ve started crying.
It’s startling, George doesn’t quite know what to do, floundering for a moment before moving closer to sit next to you, gently pulling you closer to hold you. You press your face into his chest, quietly sobbing as you curl into his side. George’s hand comes up to card through your hair the way you liked, not able to do it the same way as he used to since you’d gotten it cut recently, shorter than usual, and suddenly, George understands.
“Y—” He almost says your name before stopping himself. “Baby,” George inhales sharply, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. “Baby, I love you. No matter what. No matter how…how you are or who you are. Okay? Even if I didn’t like guys, I would learn. I would, for you.”
Your breath hitches and your head shifts, George knows you’re considering looking back up at him, trying to make yourself stop crying beforehand.
“I don’t know if that’s the right thing to say, I don’t know if it’s what you want to hear. I’m not really sure what to do right now,” He admits shakily, arms tightening around your body. “But I love you. And I always will, no matter what, you’ll always be it for me.”
You don’t say anything in return, instead sliding onto George’s lap to straddle his hips, your chest pressed up against his as you press your body as close to his as possible, tucking your face into the crook of his neck as you cry softly.
George simply holds you, knowing that now isn’t the time to have this conversation, no matter how important it may be. Right now, this is what you need. When you’re finally ready to talk, he’ll be there waiting. He’ll always be there, by your side, and no matter how afraid you were to bring this up to him, you’ve always known it.
Gift giving: He's always thinking about you, even when you two aren't together and this is the easiest way for him to show it. He never skimps on his gifts either, spending amounts of money you insist is too much, though it does nothing to stop him.
Words of affirmation: He's a master of flowery language, constantly flustering you with the things he says. Even though some of it can be quite dramatic, he means everything.
Acts of service: When he's around he barely lets you lift a finger, wanting to take care of you the way you deserve and only relenting when you insist.
♡ In private:
Very whiny when you don't give him attention, collapsing on top of you until you pay him the attention he thinks he deserves. It's so akin to the way Leo behaves when he's ignored you've started to believe they're biologically related.
Always doing everything for you, cooking and doing everything around the apartment. He'd carry you so you didn't have to walk if you'd let him.
♡ In public:
Fans describe him as the perfect boyfriend, what with how gentlemanly he acts. Opening every door for you, never letting go of your hand in the paddock, face softening whenever he has a conversation with you.
He always angles his body slightly in front of yours when you're in the paddock or anywhere with cameras or crowds, instinctively putting himself between you and them as a barrier, especially if those things make you nervous.
♡ Dating:
He's pretty extravagant whenever he plans a date, always wanting to go above and beyond because he believes that’s what you deserve.
A candlelit dinner by the waterfront
Cooking dates when the two of you are looking for a quiet night in, he barely ends up letting you cook, wanting to do it for you. You end up becoming the taste tester every time
Whenever you come along to a race it's become a bit of a tradition to find a local takeout place to eat in the hotel room, even though it's technically not in his diet plan
♡ When he realized he loved you:
He had been in a rush to leave for a meeting, not having enough time to say goodbye to you and kiss you like usual. When he got to his meeting and checked his phone for a second, he saw your text complaining that he didn't kiss you goodbye and knew you were it for him, the guilt eating him up so much that even the others around him noticed.
♡ Nicknames:
Cherí, bebé, mon couer are the most common. He has so many it's hard to keep track but those are the ones you notice the most
