Hi!! I'm K and I write; fluff, smut all that stuff. There's a few things I won't do such as angst based on the fact I don't enjoy writing it and I don't find it to be my best skill and I will not write some kinks e.g. feederism, piss kink, and full on crying/sobbing.
I do ask for F1 requests majorly as that is my current fixation and what I know quite a bit about. I will write for practically everyone on the grid including team principles past and current.
Now my lovelys, buckle in and give me your thoughts for a penny 🩷 love you all.
Just finished Rush (2013) and Chris Hemsworth should have kept that hair cut because fucking hell. I've never thought of him as attractive before and actually to be fair, same with James Hunt in general.
Did you guys know he was a driver for Ford in 1994? He even won his category in the Nurburgring 24 Hours. Anyways Toto Wolff, the man you are with your love of pumpernickel bread. Anyways! This based around a fem reader since I refer to Y/N as wife however it doesn't actually add much to the story so feel free to ignore it if you can. This does contain Google translated German and is based in 1994 Germany just because it's young Toto. Now, onto the fic 🩷
Y/N hums softly looking out the window to the rising sun as you pour the pumpernickel bread mix into a loaf pan.
The radio sits on the windowsil playing some random station, your not sure which, however it must be one that tries to keep up with times since it currently plays on of the top 100 hits of this year so far.
You hum along to Ace of base as it plays while Totos footsteps patter down the stairs, he must have just woken up, and you know he hates waking up without his wife in bed next to him and so when hes finally in the kitchen grumbling away and watching you as you place the loaf into the oven at 120°C he knows exactly what you’ve made.
“Out of bed, Liebe (love)?” he murmurs, his accent thick with sleep as he finally wraps his arms around you from behind. He's not too happy that you can tell, you mutter an apology as he kisses your cheek, “how long to bake, Schatz (treasure)”
“About a day, Liebe (love)” you whisper back. The man smiles, smitten.
“I truly have the best wife don't I?” he says as if it's a question, “Liebste Frau (Dearest wife), I want to go back to bed, can we do that?” he asks, this time it's a real question.
You check the clock hung up on the kitchen wall as you set the timer for this time tomorrow morning, the full twenty-four hours of cooking time. You've never felt so lucky to have a separate oven from the stove.
It's only 6am.. you could sneak a few more hours of cuddling in bed before you have to start the day and so you let him lead you by the hand through your shared home in the German countryside, and up the carpeted stairs. Being the gentleman he is, he pushes open the bedroom door for you before he practically tackles you back into bed.
Toto lays practically ontop of you whispering something about you being the perfect wife as he wraps his arms around you tightly kissing at the skin of your collarbone he mutters a goodnight pulling at the blankets to cover you both.
Your sure he'll be happy when you have to get out of bed tomorrow though since it'll be for his pumpernickel bread.
Hey, can i request a fluffy blurb about love at first sight with lando Norris? Thank you!!
Absolutely, I'm assuming a gender neutral reader so that is what is written, I also have no knowledge of what a blurb is so if this too long or too short then I'm sorry. This is however based around an established relationship. I also hope my little collage does it justice 🩷 based after the Monaco 2023 Grand Prix race.
And yes the image of Lando does have a bow on it, thanks for noticing 🩷
Café de Paris, You had quit shortly after meeting Lando Norris, sauntering in like he owned Monte-Carlo, you'd heard the race results for that year, he hadn't even won so who knows why he was so chuffed about it with his brown Curly hair and black slacks and white button-up shirt. Ninth place if you recall. Though you wouldn't have imagined it ending up to now, with him laying next to you in your apartment a many moons later kissing your cheek muttering about how much he loves you, his stubble rubbing against your cheek.
“Loved you since we first met” he says, “Fumbled and asked if you could add salt to my coffee” he laughs.
You now know that he doesn't actually like salt in his coffee but at the time who did it because that's what the customer asked for and he did drink it you'll give him that. You pull on the white blanket feeling it's fur like fabric against your skin and he pulls it back too muttering out how your a thief,
“You steal my heart and now your after my quilt, love?” he asks with a slight frown like he's pretending to be upset, “You can steal my heart, but my quilt is where I draw the line, sweetheart” the English man adds.
It's sweet, he's sweet kissing you now, you can taste the mint of his toothpaste against your lips. he continues to ramble as he falls back down into the mattress closing his eyes as he lays his head on your shoulder murmuring a ‘good night love’ with a yawn. Yeah love at first sight, it isn't conventional but you hope it'll work out.
