i don't understand the thing of doing modern aus for originally fantasy stories, like, why would i prefer to read about this guy being a high schooler or a frat boy when his original story includes dragons, magic, superpowers, aliens, etc?
hi guys so I’ve been getting ALOT of asks about it and sadly I won’t be continuing it, I really just didn’t like how it turned out tbh and I’ve also lost interest…
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sypnosis: What are the f1 drivers pull out game like if they were rated out of 10?
warning: Creampie, Breeding, overstimulation, unprotected sex, p in v, make outs, established!relationship.
Author’s note: here's the long awaited part 2! 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏. dont forget to support by rebloging, liking and commenting <3
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𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 ? F1 MASTERLIST MAIN MASTERLIST
FERNANDO ALONSO - 1/10
The Old Lion has zero intention of surrendering his seat. He is the most competitive man on the grid, and that ruthlessness carries straight into the bedroom. He’ll grip your hips hard enough to leave fingerprints, pinning you in place while growling low, gravelly Spanish against your neck. When he feels that point of no return approaching, he doesn’t even consider backing off. He drives deeper, eyes locked on yours with pure “this is mine” intensity. He finishes inside with a heavy, triumphant groan, still pulsing as he whispers against your skin:
“All the time you have to leave a space… but I think I’ll keep this one.”
SEBASTIAN VETTEL - 4/10
Younger Red Bull Seb was a hard 0/10; aggressive, Multi-21 energy, staying in purely because he wanted the win. Mature “Inspector Seb” has aged and tries to be responsible. He’s sweet, focused, whispering tender German nothings, genuinely attempting to time it right… but he’s a hopeless romantic at heart. If the vibe feels right and the moment turns “poetic,” he folds completely. He finishes inside with a breathless “Mein Gott, muss das sein?” and then spends the next hour cuddling you while talking about life, the universe, and everything.
MARK WEBBER - 2/10
Pure Aussie grit. Mark isn’t here for softness, he’s here for a hard, relentless session. He carries that “not bad for a number two driver” chip on his shoulder and proves it by refusing to yield an inch. Jaw locked, hands gripping hard enough to bruise, he finishes inside with a deep, guttural roar. He’s not pulling out for anyone, especially not if he thinks he’s being told what to do.
JENSON BUTTON - 10/10
The smoothest operator the paddock has ever seen. Jenson is a master at reading the conditions. He knows exactly when the grip is fading and when it’s time for a tire change. His technique is flawless; elegant, rhythmic, perfectly timed. He pulls out at the absolute peak of his climax, delivering a clean, controlled finish every single time without breaking a sweat or disturbing his perfect hair. A gentleman on the street, a tactical genius in the sheets.
KIMI RÄÏKÖNEN - -10/10
The Iceman doesn’t give a single fuck about the strategy. He isn’t listening to the radio, and he certainly isn’t listening to you. Silent, heavy, and brutally efficient, he’ll just grunt a muffled “Bwoah… it’s the same for everyone” if you tell him to pull out, then keep going until he’s finished. He stays buried to the hilt, unloads without a single change in his expression, then immediately rolls off to grab a Magnum or a beer. Cold-blooded. Zero aftercare. Pure Iceman.
PIERRE GASLY - 3/10
The ultimate French flirt. Pierre is obsessed with the build-up: wandering hands, filthy French whispers, intense eye contact, making sure you’re fully aware of how good he looks. He’s so focused on the aesthetics that he completely misses his pit window. Mid-thrust, eyes rolling back, he suddenly realizes he should have pulled out… but it’s already too late. He finishes deep inside with a long, dramatic whine, then tries to recover by kissing down your thighs and murmuring, “The connection was simply too magnetic to break, bébé.”
GEROGE RUSSEL - 2/10
George desperately wants to be the perfect gentleman, which is exactly why he fails spectacularly. He spends the whole time narrating in his posh British accent “Blimey, you’re so tight, I’m absolutely flying here” trying to maintain composure. The moment you wrap your legs around him or moan too loudly, his system crashes. He lets out a strangled “Oh, sugar!” as he completely misses his braking point and fills you up, looking horrified at his own lack of discipline. He’ll then spend the next ten minutes apologizing profusely while explaining that “the friction levels were simply higher than anticipated.”
DANIEL RICCIARDO - 4/10
The Honey Badger is a classic late braker. He loves riding the edge, staying inside until the absolute last possible moment just to feel the thrill (and watch your reaction). It’s a dangerous game of chicken. Most of the time his reflexes save him, but if you hit him with that cheeky smile or pull him back in, he’s staying for the podium finish. He’ll be laughing that big, infectious laugh while he’s still coming inside you, joking, “Just wanted to lick the stamp and send it, mate.”
ESTEBAN OCON - 1/10
Esteban is the undisputed king of defending position. Tall, lanky, and surprisingly dominant once he’s in the zone. If you try to push him off or warn him to be careful, he treats it as a challenge. He’ll pin your wrists above your head, stare down at you with cold, focused heat, and deliberately stay buried deep. He wants to feel every pulse, every drop. No apologies, no retreat. Just a smug “mission accomplished” smirk when he’s done marking his territory.
syspnosis ꕀ You have a certain mad Targaryen wrapped around your finger, aerion has always been infatuated with you, and tonight, you decide to finally give him a taste.
╰ cw; unprotected p in v, sub!aerion, dom!reader, begging, spit play, creampie, mirror sex, teasing, power play, humiliation, Aerion is obsessed, heavy edging, reverse cowgirl!!
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You step into Aerion Targaryen’s private chambers, the heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, torchlight flickers across stone walls, shadows dance over rich tapestries, he stands near the large bed, his silver-gold hair falls loose, his violet eyes fix on you, hunger burns there, obsession shines bright, he has wanted you for months, you know it, you feel the power in that knowledge.
You smile slowly. “Close the door properly Aerion” your voice stays calm and commanding, he obeys at once, his hands tremble slightly as he checks the latch, you walk closer, your gown brushes the floor, he watches every step, his chest rises fast, you stop inches away, you look up at his tall frame. “On your knees”
He drops without hesitation, the stone floor is cold, he does not care, his eyes stay locked on yours. “Please” he whispers. “I need you tonight”
You tilt your head. “Need me or crave me” you run your fingers through his hair and tug lightly, he gasps, you lean down, your lips hover near his ear. “Say it right prince beg properly”
“I crave you” he breathes. “I am obsessed with you every night I dream of your touch please touch me use me”
You laugh softly and teasing. “Good boy” you step back. “Strip slowly I want to see everything”
Aerion rises, his fingers work the laces of his tunic, fabric falls away, his chest is bare and muscled, pale skin glows in firelight, he pushes down his breeches, his cock springs free, already hard, thick, leaking at the tip, he stands naked before you, vulnerable, a powerful prince reduced to this.
You circle him again, your hand trails over his shoulder and down his back, he shivers. “Look at you” you murmur. “The Brightflame so desperate so hard for me does the whole Red Keep know their prince begs like a whore in private”
Heat floods his cheeks, slight humiliation hits him, he loves it, his cock twitches. “Only for you” he says. “I am yours”
You push him toward the bed. “Lie down hands above your head”
He obeys, he stretches out on the silk sheets, arms raised, you climb over him, still fully dressed, your knees straddle his hips, you grind down slowly, fabric against his bare cock, he groans. “More” he pleads. “Please I need skin”
You ignore him, you lean forward, your mouth brushes his, you spit lightly onto his tongue. “Swallow”
He does so eagerly, his eyes glassy with lust, spit play makes him whimper, you do it again deeper, he moans into your mouth, you pull back. “Pathetic so needy for my spit”
You slide lower, your hands pin his wrists, you kiss down his chest, nip at his nipples, he arches, you keep going, past his stomach, you stop at his cock, it throbs inches from your lips, you breathe on it with hot air, he bucks. “Please suck me I beg you”
You smile. “Not yet” you lick one long stripe up the shaft, slow and teasing, then stop, he whines, you edge him like this for minutes, lick, suck the head lightly, pull away, over and over, his hips chase your mouth, you pin them down. “Stay still or I stop completely”
He nods frantically, sweat beads on his forehead. “I will be good please edge me more I love when you deny me”
You continue, ten minutes pass, fifteen, your tongue works him expertly, every time his balls tighten you pull off, spit drips from your mouth onto his cock, you rub it in, slick and messy, he cries out each time, begging grows louder. “I cannot take it let me come please I am yours use my cock”
You sit up, you remove your gown finally, slow, revealing skin inch by inch, he watches, obsessed, eyes wide. “You are perfection” he whispers. “I would burn kingdoms for you”
Naked now, you straddle him again, reverse this time, your back to his chest, you face the tall mirror across the room, it reflects everything, your body, his desperate face, his cock standing rigid between your thighs, you grab it, guide it, no protection, bare, you sink down in one smooth motion, reverse cowgirl, tight heat envelops him.
He gasps loud. “Gods you feel incredible so wet so warm”
You ride him slow and deliberate, you watch the mirror, his hands clutch the sheets, he fights not to thrust up, you control the pace, up, down, grind, you spit on your hand, rub it over his balls while you move, he moans, the mirror shows his face twisted in pleasure, eyes half-lidded, mouth open.
You speed up, then slow again, edging his cock inside you. “Feel that” you ask. “I own this cock say it”
“You own it” he chokes. “It is yours please let me fill you I need to come inside”
You laugh. “Not yet” you lift off completely, his cock slaps wet against his stomach, he sobs in frustration, you turn around, face him now, you straddle again, normal position, you sink back down deep, you ride harder, mirror still shows every angle, your breasts bounce, his hands reach for them, you slap them away. “No touching unless I say”
He nods, tears of need prick his eyes. “I obey always you are my queen”
Power play surges through you, you ride him through three more edges, each time you feel him swell, each time you stop, lift off, let him cool, spit on his cock again, rub it, tease the head with your fingers, he begs louder every round.
“Please I will do anything humiliate me more call me weak just let me come”
You lean over him, spit directly into his open mouth, he swallows greedily. “Weak prince” you whisper. “Obsessed little slut for my cunt”
He shudders, his cock leaks more, you slide down again, reverse cowgirl once more, mirror captures the view, your ass moves, his cock disappears inside you, wet sounds fill the room, you reach back, spread yourself, show him everything in the reflection, he watches mesmerized.
You edge him twice more this way, his voice cracks. “I am breaking please creampie me no let me creampie you fill you claim you”
You decide it is time, you ride fast and hard, no mercy, your walls clench around him, you chase your own peak, it crashes over you, you cry out, he feels it, your orgasm milks him.
“Now” you command. “Come fill me unprotected deep”
He snaps, with a broken moan he thrusts up once, twice, hot seed floods you, creampie, thick ropes pulse inside, he keeps coming, obsessed eyes locked on the mirror, watching his cum drip out around his cock as you slow.
You stay seated, let him empty completely, then you lift off, cum leaks down your thighs, you scoop some, feed it to him, he licks your fingers clean, grateful.
But you are not done, you lie beside him, minutes pass, you stroke him back to hardness, teasing again. “Round two prince beg for mirror sex properly this time”
He does, voice hoarse. “Please fuck me in front of the mirror let me watch you use me”
You pull him up, position him on his knees facing the mirror, you behind him, you reach around, stroke his cock, spit on it, slide it back inside you while you both watch, reverse again but standing, your hands on his hips, you control every thrust, edging him longer this round, twenty minutes of slow grinding, his forehead presses to the glass, breath fogs it.
You whisper humiliations. “Look at yourself prince of the realm reduced to begging for my spit and my cunt”
He nods. “Yes I am I love it more”
You edge him to the brink five times, each denial makes him sob, finally you let him come again, another creampie, deeper, messier, cum runs down your legs, you make him lick it off the floor later, slight humiliation, he does it eagerly.
Hours pass, you take him in every way the kinks allow, you ride him on the bed, mirror dragged closer, you make him watch every creampie, three more loads fill you, each time you edge him mercilessly, begging becomes constant. “Please I cannot stop coming for you I am obsessed ruin me”
You spit on his tongue between rounds, on his cock, on his chest, he thanks you every time.
By the fourth hour his voice is raw, body spent, yet he still hardens for you, obsession drives him, you sit on his face, make him clean every creampie, then reverse cowgirl again, final round, you edge him one last time, longest yet, thirty minutes, he cries real tears.
When you finally allow release the creampie is massive, it overflows, you both collapse, sweaty, sticky, satisfied.
You stroke his hair. “Good boy my obsessed prince”
He curls against you, submissive, content. “Yours forever” he murmurs. “Use me again tomorrow”
You smile, power thrums in your veins, the night is young, you have many more edges planned.
You trace his jaw. “Rest now then we begin again I want you begging louder next time”
He nods, eyes already drifting, but his hand clutches your thigh, obsessed even in sleep.
You watch the mirror, reflection shows your bodies tangled, cum glistens, you feel full, claimed in reverse, you own him now completely.
The Red Keep sleeps outside these walls, no one knows the Brightflame kneels for you, begs for your spit, your edges, your creampies, power play belongs to you alone.
You kiss his forehead soft. “Sleep Aerion dream of my cunt”
He does, whimpering your name even in dreams.
Morning light creeps in later, you wake him with your mouth, start the edging anew, he wakes hard, begging instantly. “Please more I need you again”
You give it all day, mirror sex, reverse cowgirl, spit, humiliation, unprotected, creampie after creampie, he thanks you between every load.
By evening he is hoarse, marked, owned, obsessed deeper than before.
You lie beside him, bodies spent. “Tell me who you belong to”
“You” he rasps. “Only you my dom my everything”
You smile, teasing one last time. “Good now beg for one more round”
He does, voice broken, cock twitching, ready.
You mount him again, the cycle continues long into the night, power yours, his submission perfect.
You ride slow, mirror reflects it all, his face, your control, spit drips, he swallows, begs, edges stretch forever, when release comes the creampie floods you once more, warm, claiming.
You stay connected, cum leaking. “Mine” you whisper.
“Yours” he answers, lowkey sub, utterly devoted.
The story of your nights stretches endless, obsession fuels every touch, every plea, every wet, unprotected thrust, you edge him, tease him, humiliate him lightly, he loves every second, mirror shows truth, reverse cowgirl shows power, spit shows ownership, creampies mark him inside you.
Hours turn to days in your private world, he cancels meetings, ignores duties, only you matter, you keep him on edge for hours at a time, begging becomes his language. “Please let me come I will do anything”
You always deny until he breaks beautifully, then you reward with deep creampies, he fills you over and over, no protection, just raw need.
One night you tie his wrists lightly, power play deepens, you ride reverse cowgirl for an hour straight, edging twenty times, he sobs, mirror captures tears, you spit in his mouth mid-thrust, he comes harder than ever, creampie overflows the sheets.
You scoop it, feed him, he licks every drop, slight humiliation makes him harder for the next round.
You never tire, he never stops obsessing, his reputation outside means nothing here, inside these chambers he is your lowkey sub, begging prince, obsessed with your dominance.
You whisper in his ear during the final round that night. “Come for me again fill your dom”
He does, shuddering, moaning, creampie pulses deep, you clench around him, milking every drop.
Afterward you hold him, he rests his head on your chest. “I love you” he says quietly. “More than dragons more than fire”
You stroke his hair. “I know and I own you”
He smiles, content, submissive.
The night fades, new edges wait tomorrow, more spit, more begging, more mirror sex, more reverse cowgirl, more unprotected creampies, your power grows, his obsession deepens.
You own the Brightflame completely and he begs for it every time.
You rise, pull him to the mirror once more. “One last round before dawn”
He follows, hard again, eyes shining.
You continue the long session with the same intense rhythm, you stroke his cock back to full hardness with slow teasing touches, you position yourself once more in reverse cowgirl facing the tall mirror that reflects every detail of your bodies connected, you sink down onto him taking him deep inside with no protection, the wet heat envelops him completely, he gasps and moans beneath you as you begin to ride with deliberate control, setting a pace that keeps him on the edge for many long minutes, you spit onto your hand and rub it along his shaft where it joins your body, the slick mess adds to the obscene sounds filling the chamber.
You watch in the mirror as his face contorts with desperate pleasure, his violet eyes glazed with obsession and need, you edge him relentlessly, bringing him close to release only to slow or lift off completely, each time he begs with a hoarse broken voice, pleading for the creampie he craves so badly, you whisper teasing words of slight humiliation, reminding him how the powerful prince has become your devoted lowkey sub in these private moments, he shudders and leaks more with every taunting phrase, loving the power play that leaves him trembling, you finally allow him to come after an extended edging session, the hot seed pulses deep inside you in thick ropes, creating another messy creampie that leaks out around him as you continue to move slowly, milking every drop, he thanks you with whimpers and whispers of devotion, his obsession with you growing even stronger in the afterglow, you stay connected for a while longer, letting him feel the claim you have over his body and his pleasure, before you begin the cycle anew with fresh teasing and fresh begging, the hours blend together in a haze of sex, the night stretches on with no end to the pleasure you extract from your obsessed prince.
idk why but nowadays I don’t have enough time + don’t feel the same when reading fanfics anymore, like on wattpad it’s the same shit over and over again all Steve Harrington (where’s Dustin & Lucas bro) while tumblr it’s a bunch of smut and all the good ones is targeted for anime (I don’t watch anime I never did tbh) like what about readers who like GOT that’s one BIG show, where’s all the fanfics for that?!!?! PLEASE I BEG I DINT WANNA READ MY OWN STUFF
