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[nottivagos]

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^^ all the drivers i write for are canonically switches. except for charles leclerc, of course.

divorced mechanic!daniel ricciardo - prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

art student!daniel ricciardo - prologue, 1

rockstar!daniel ricciardo - 1, 2, 3, 4

gangster!daniel ricciardo - 1

cowboy!daniel ricciardo - 1

singles cruise au / divorced ceo!daniel ricciardo - prologue, 1

prncciardo au / ps!daniel ricciardo - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

stalker!carlos sainz - prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4

jock!carlos sainz - 1, 2

mafia!carlos sainz - 1, 2

underground fighter!carlos sainz - 1

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prince!carlos sainz - 1

prnlos sainz au / ps!carlos sainz - coming (very) soon....

misc carlos sainz drabbles/blurbs - 1, 2, 3

vampire!charles leclerc - 1, 2, 3, 4

trophy partner!charles leclerc - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

music major!charles leclerc - coming soon....

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sheriff!lando norris - 1

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sub!lando norris - 1, 2

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physics major!isack hadjar - 1

team principal!reader x driver!isack hadjar - 1, 2

footballer!isack hadjar - 1

stalked!isack hadjar - coming soon.....

misc isack hadjar drabbles/blurbs - 1, 2

[lenneyswhore]

CULT LEADER AU. ☆ WILLNE.

content: 18+! dddne. cult leader!willne. mentions of: cults, indoctrination, psychological manipulation, cult initiations, religious themes, sacrilege, corruption, intox (by alcohol), polygamy, misogyny/misogyny kink, cult rituals, waterboarding, pinv, allusions to virginity, breeding kink, pregnancy fetish, fertility mentions, removing you from your children, dubcon, noncon, emphasis of childbirth, physical abuse, emotional abuse, hole inspections, strict curfews, shotguns, sex toys, etc.

psa: this au is extremely dark, please do not read if any of these warnings make you uncomfortable.

a/n: another au has been birthed! welcome to the club, cult leader!will <3. i’d like to thank all the anons that were involved in the creation oh him, including my claimed anons (⭐️,🐰&🪼) — without you, cult leader!will wouldn’t exist, so i am incredibly grateful for all your wicked thoughts that you’ve shared with me about him! <3

⭐️nonnie asked…. ‘cult leader!will getting you drunk on the communion wine. him holding your chin gently as he tips cup after cup down your throat, ignoring your small whines of protest as your vision starts to go fuzzy. he kisses away the mess on your lips and neck, savouring the taste of your skin and the wine. then he takes you to bed, and you're so pliable by this point he basically manhandles you into the position he wants before he goes down on you......’

⭐️, this is so 😵‍💫! thinking about cult leader!will using a sweet, yet low tone with you as he holds the ageing bottle of wine in his hands.

“would you like a drink, my dear?” he’d ask with a smile, and you’d be a little hesitant, knowing that consuming alcohol can be deemed sinful within your community— especially if a woman does it.

“i’m not sure, mister lenney,” you’d be able to muster, as you stand awkwardly in front of him, your heart pounding as he moves closer over to you, before he says, “you’re not sure? but you’re a big girl, aren’t you? you can have one glass with me.”

and soon, one glass turns into him forcing more and more glasses down your throat, watching how you whimper at the burning sensation of the alcohol on the back of your throat as your vision becomes cloudy and your brain hazy.

“too much, feel woozy,” you’d slur through hiccups, just for will to coo them away, pressing his lips to your jaw, licking away the wine that decided to spill down your chin, mumbling, “it’s okay, you can take it, lamb.”

all before you’re so pliable that he can kiss a line down your stomach, all the way down to your panties before pulling them down and eating you out there and then…

⭐️nonnie asked…. ‘i’m still at the cult leader!will restaurant lowkey like imagine your wedding it's this big special event because their divine leader is finally ready to carry out god's plan with you by his side and he's all sweet and loving through the ceremony until you get back to his room after the ceremony, and he doesn't even waste a minute until he's tugging your dress down and your underwear with it, practically shoving you onto the bed before burying his head between your thighs. then it's like he's a whole new man, and he's fucking you like he hates you, like he's trying to put you through the mattress, all whilst saying the most unholy things in your ear, things a man of god shouldn't even be thinking about. you fuck until the sun rises, and it's your first day as man and wife <3’

oh my god, after that wedding, cult leader!will is like a feral beast, ⭐️!

imagining him rushing to rip off your beautiful wedding dress, reassuring you as he does so, muttering, “just let me do this, okay? just trust me,” as the white gown comes cascading down your body, showing off your naked, untouched and pure frame to will.

his pupils dilate with lust, practically pouncing on you as his head is sandwiched between your thighs, tongue licking at your clit whilst two fingers are pushed deep inside of you just to stretch you out a little— all whilst he’s showing you pleasure that you’ve never experienced in your life before.

thinking about after you’ve came on his tongue, he’s already flipped you onto your front, thrusting his flush and hard cock deep into you, causing you to cry out in ecstasy as you feel the burn of his cock stretching your walls.

and as he fucks deep into you, he’s muttering the most obscene things into your ear. things such as, “this cunt is all mine,” and “fuck, you’re so tight,” as you’re screaming with pleasure and eventually coming all over his cock and milking him dry, letting his seed pump deep inside of your womb.

⭐nonnie asked…. ‘taboo nation misses you too.....now let's talk about misogyny kink with cult leader will. who 'breaks you in' when you first arrive, subtly trying to condition you into the role of his wife, muttering it into your ear while he fucks you or makes you cum so you begin to associate it with pleasure (conditioning mhm mhm) and just yeah slowly getting you to accept that you're nothing more than his wife, nothing more than a hole for him to breed with his children, nothing more than exactly what he wants you to be <3’

oh ⭐️, this is 😵‍💫😵‍💫🫠…. thinking about from the moment you first arrive in the cult, the clear message females are given is that you are to be wives and bare children for your husbands.

imagine cult leader!will dropping hints on his interest to marry you. i can imagine him saying, “you’d make the most remarkable wife with these cooking skills, reader,” when you’ve cooked him a meal when he’s come over, or he’s made a comment such as, “you’d make such an obedient wife for your husband with those listening skills.” as he’s planting little seeds into your head about what’s right and expected of a woman in his community.

thinking about him being balls deep into your cunt one of the first times you have sex, and he mutters, “you’d be such a good mother to my children, reader,” just before he then spilled into you, flooding you with the thoughts of being fucked just to be bred with a man’s cum in order to become a mother.

and that thought sticks as he goes onto degrade you even more, practically calling you a “vessel for his future children,” as he pumps your cunt full of his seed enough for most of it to drip out of your pussy because there’s so much.

and overall, the conditioning works because within a month you’re already swollen and expecting your first child (of many yet to come) with him.

⭐nonnie asked…. ‘cult leader will who's a little mean and doesn't prep you as thoroughly as he probably should on your wedding night, and he's fucking big so he definitely needed to stretch you out a little more, telling you 'big stretch, good girl' as he pushes inside you (ignoring your little whines and moans that it's too much)’

i can see prep before sex being a foreign concept to cult leader!will, ⭐️.

thinking about him easily spreading your legs wide as you just let your husband take control because he knows what’s right for you in this sacred moment you’re sharing together after your wedding.

imagine will bringing two fingers down to your slick folds, smearing your arousal around the flesh before teasing a finger, feeling just how tight and virgin your pussy actually is.

“no one’s ever touched this, have they, angel?” will would hum as he’d bring his cockhead to your now dripping pussy, teasing the fat thing at your entrance, looking at how your facial expression has become scrunched and you’ve started to squirm.

only for him to say, “alright, big stretch,” as he pushes in, immediately being sucked in by your tight cunt walls as he breathlessly adds, “that’s a good girl,” whilst going back to thrusting into you, trying to mould your cunt into only being able to fit him.

⭐nonnie asked…. ‘pussy inspections with cult leader!will? maybe specifically after your wedding night or a night where he's fucked you so much in an attempt to get you pregnant? making sure no one else has touched you down there, not even yourself? yes?’

oh, i can imagine them to be very very spontaneous too, ⭐️! thinking about cult leader!will bending you over his lap, letting your little dress ride up your thighs so he can pull your panties down to inspect the hole he fucked.

“have you touched it since, my darling?” he’d ask whilst pressing his thumb around the hole, feeling the remnants of his seed that hadn’t fully gone inside of you on his fingertip as you mewl at the sensation of him prodding around that area.

similarly, i can also see after having sex with cult leader!will, him putting two fingers deep inside of you so that his cum doesn’t flow out of your cunt after you’ve both had sex. it definitely works as the natural option as i definitely don’t see him believing in the concept of a buttplug or any type of sexual plug being used instead.

🪼nonnie asked…. ‘waterboarding situation I think that more or less cult leader!will would DEFINITELYYYY be more into it, dunking your head into a bathtub full of water when you misbehave’

i can see cult leader!will being heartless when he has to be. it’s definitely a last port of all, but when he really needs to grind something into you, he will use force if necessary.

thinking about you misbehaving so much that it leads to punishments such as waterboarding. he has you kneeling over a filled bathtub whilst he sits on the toilet, his large hand squeezing your neck as he pushes you into the water, keeping your head under it as you’re screaming, kicking and flailing, in order to try and make him stop.

“you can kick and scream all you want, darling,” he’d say when he brings you up briefly, watching how you heave for air, your look dishevelled and frightened. “but you need this,” will would then add, “you need to be taught a lesson after what you’ve done,” again, leaving the reason of your ‘misbehaviour’ ambiguous.

then he’d dunk you under again and again, until you eventually become a sobbing, apologetic mess, begging for his forgiveness.

“please will, i’ll be good i promise! please, just forgive me! i’m sorry for failing you as a wife!” you’d beg, your chest heaving as tears flow out of your eyes and down your cheeks, easily mixed with the water dripping down your body too.

just for will to slide down onto his knees on your level, cupping your cheeks before muttering, “oh my darling girl. don’t cry, i’m just doing this for us, okay? i forgive you, just don’t do it again,” as he smothers you in love— a foreign emotion to him only briefly moments before.

🐰nonnie asked…. ‘cult leader!will, who has one of his main rules as breeding. uses you as a demonstration for his followers on how to ‘properly breed’ their wives, but it’s in person and not recorded, so they’re all gathered around watching you get the life fucked out of you’

the emphasis on breeding in order to produce children in cult leader!will’s community is definitely a main rule for the cult as a whole, 🐰!

thinking about him after your wedding night doing a demonstration for all the males in the community, gathering them all in your meeting room where you usually hold daily prayer, ceremonies and celebrations.

but instead of prayer, they’re met with you spread for will so he can show everyone how a real husband breeds his wife full of seed so that there’s a guaranteed pregnancy (obviously, this is not true scientifically, but it’s easily believed).

“you’re all not pleasuring your wives properly. watch,” will would command through gritted teeth as he places one hand over your eyes so you can’t see all the men surrounding you, eagerly and attentively watching you get bred full of your husband’s cum.

🐰nonnie asked…. ‘cult leader!will who doesn’t have a proper tattoo artist because it’s not a civilised community, so the only way to get the tattoo of initiation is by a really sharp rock dipped in ink cutting through your skin’

yes, 🐰!!! thinking about the pain that comes with the tattoo being brushed off by will. i can imagine him saying something like, “the pain is god’s plan, my dear,” as the rock cuts into your skin, causing you to cry out in pain as a result.

only for when it to be done, will to brush away your tears ever so lovingly and gently, before saying, “welcome to where you truly belong, reader,” as you’re now officially branded with a inky cross on your arm.

🐰nonnie asked…. ‘cult leader!will who has eyes on you 24/7. obviously you know about him having security around you, but there’s always a camera somewhere, or a secret guard keeping tabs on you. they’re there not to just watch you, but to make sure you don’t step a toe out of line or behave incorrectly. he knows everything about you, everything you do gets fed back to him.’

i can definitely see cult leader!will’s secret guards being other members of the cult. i can see there being some sort of hierarchy, which involves will at the top, with his closest and most senior members (all males, i must add) below him, and so on.

i can imagine if you step out of line, will keeping up a friendly act as a way of his husbandly duty, questioning you about your day, asking, “did you have fun in the forest, pet?” just to watch your face go pale with shock to him knowing what you’d been up to and your blood run cold with fear as a result of him knowing.

you’d try lying, replying with, “i wasn’t in the forest,” just for him to tut, shaking his head as he smiles still, responding with, “oh but you were. a little someone saw you!”

and as a result, you’re put in a behavioural improvement session with all the most senior female members of the cult, who reprimand you on how to be a better wife for your husband.

🐰nonnie asked…. ‘imagining coming home late after curfew to find cult leader!will sat at the dining table polishing a shotgun and cleaning out the barrel. he’s speaking to you without even looking, telling you the curfew is there for a reason and if it’s being broken you need to be punished’

oh 🐰, this makes me feel all 🫠🫠 inside. thinking about how you didn’t even mean to be home late. you were with another member who you are pretty close with and you just happened to get lost in the moment that you completely forgot about your curfew set by your husband.

thinking about walking up the porch steps to see cult leader!will cleaning his shotgun barrel, not even taking a moment to look up at you. only for him to break the thick tension with a, “what time do you call this, reader?”

“i just lost track of time, will,” you’d reply, walking closer to him, who was still sat on the rickety old wooden chair, still not making eye contact with you.

until he puts his shotgun down to the side, resting it against your house walls. “you know the curfew is put in place to protect you, right?” he’d ask, looking up at you with a piercing gaze.

and in response, you’d nod before muttering, “yes, mister lenney.”

“good girl,” he’d affirm before grabbing your wrist, tugging you over and closer to him, before pressing down on your lower back, bending you over his knee.

will would then go onto spank you for the amount of minutes you went over curfew, which leaves your ass red and sore, and even makes you incapable of sitting down for a good hour because of the force of his spanks.

thinking about…. cult leader!will who calls you his ‘lamb’.

i just think for cult leader!will his nickname for you would be lamb. thinking about him holding your chin ever so tenderly in his grasp asking you, “do you really know how to be good, lamb?” as you look up at him with wide, doe eyes before sheepishly nodding.

i also think he calls you it because he wants to look after you with the tenderest of care. i can really envision cult leader!will to sort of be like a shepherd-like figure to your little lamb, a bit like a role model that you can’t help but follow because you’ve got no one else.

imagining him also calling you his “gorgeous lamb,” as he breeds you full of his cum, watching how pretty you look fucked out on his cock.

thinking about…. cult leader!will who ends up isolating you and himself from the community when you become pregnant with his child.

child-bearing is definitely one of the most central beliefs of will’s cult. i can see it being such a pivotal thing that pregnant mothers are made to isolate away from the community so that their babies do not become ‘corrupted by evil spirits’ that reside in the day— or even worse, the members that lead astray from their chosen paths.

i can see cult leader!will being all over you whilst you’re carrying his child. its like he’s wearing rose-tinted glasses as he ends up isolating you both from the rest of the community for the nine months you’re full of his child, as he really takes the opportunity to bond with you throughout the pregnancy.

however, i will admit that during the birthing process, will is nowhere to be seen. instead, you have a group of women from the community that help you to safely (to an extent) deliver your child before will then comes into see it, completely in awe by god’s creation that you’ve birthed.

thinking about…. cult leader!will who forbids you from seeing your children as a punishment for sinning.

i can imagine cult leader!will being extremely protective not only over you, but also his children too. he’s paranoid about the forces at evil that will try and corrupt his perfect little family— so when you start to take a different path than the one that you were destined for? will does everything in his power to make sure you don’t corrupt his children.

he’s taking you by the arm, tugging you by your upper arm enough for you to cry out, “will, you’re hurting me!” before he shoves you into the spare room of your house, the one with only a mattress placed in it just in case something like this happened.

will would look at you like you were scum as you trip over yourself onto the floor, grabbing your chin before practically snarling, “i am not having you corrupt my children with your evil. you’re staying in here until you’re changed for good,” all whilst you’re sobbing, begging him for forgiveness and to not leave you there.

but your pleas fall on deaf ears as he slams the door, locking it, isolating you not only from your community but your own children too.

thinking about…. cult leader!will who has multiple wives but you are his favourite.

polygamy is definitely the norm for cult leader!will. i can see him having multiple wives, but out of them all, having you as his favourite.

being his ‘favourite’ is probably because of how fertile you are to him. it seems as if you’ve been possessed with a gift from god with how many of his children you’re able to carry and successfully give birth to— and in all honesty, it makes will even more religiously deluded than he already is.

he claims you’re the ‘chosen one’ in comparison to all his other spouses, and as a result, you gain the most rewards and benefits from him.

thinking about…. cult leader!will who uses his pocket knife to brand you with the initials ‘WL’ so everyone knows who you belong to.

i definitely think this is more of a ritualistic thing for cult leader!will. thinking about you also having a wedding ring, but to really show your devotion to your new husband, you’re made to have his initials carved into your skin.

thinking about you being pinned down by some other members as you’re kicking and screaming, begging, “please, don’t do this!” as tears begin to stream down your eyes when the blade pierces into your skin and everyone is made to watch you scream in agony at the pain.

and then when you get back to your shared cabin with will, he’s so soft with you. mumbling, “i’m so proud of you for being such a brave girl for me,” whilst he’s gently brushing over the sore wound with his thumb, before adding, “you’ll be such a strong wife for me, lamb,” as he brings his other hand up to brush away your tears— not of fear— but of adoration at your new husband’s affection towards you.

thinking about…. cult leader!will who sometimes reprimands you physically.

i can definitely see another one of the female’s roles within the cult is to not question their husband’s actions or just not to anger them at all.

however, being naive as you are, there is times where you do break this role or go against it with cult leader!will. i can see this angering will, which leads to him reprimanding you physically if it does get to the extremes of that.

thinking about him slapping you when you decide to talk back to him, giving you a strong whack on the cheek enough for it to sting and throb, with a faint red imprint of his hand painted over it.

before he then scolds you, saying, “you silly girl. you don’t raise your voice when you speak to me,” through gritted teeth as you just look up at him in fear, with wide teary eyes as your lip wobbles a little, trying not to let the tears shed down your face.

thinking about…. cult leader!will and contraband.

i can see cult leader!will using contraband he’s confiscated over the years on you. he’s definitely collected a decent arsenal of sex toys which he can use on you, including a vibrator and a dildo.

imagine you’ve never used or seen a dildo in your life before and he holds it up to you and says, “have you ever seen one of these before, pet?” and you shake your head in response.

his lips then form a smirk, before he says, “should we have some fun, then?”

typically, will would be deadly against sex toys within his community, but when he’s behind closed doors with you, i can imagine him bending a couple of rules with you, especially just because he can.

so, you end up learning about different sex toys for the rest of the night because will uses your cunt as a little bit of an experiment, trying out different confiscated sex toys on your pussy, seeing which ones make you tick and feel good.

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[lenneyswhore]

TRAILER TRASH AU PT2 ✧ ALFIE BUTTLE.

content: 18+!! trailertrash!ab, dom!ab. mentions of: dubcon, noncon, swearing, arguing, broken household, alfie being a dickhead father and husband tbh, intox by alcohol and drugs (especially heroin use), spanking, object kink (beer bottle as penetrative object & reader being used as ashtray), grossdom fetish, exhibitionism, spit kink, dacryphilia, lactation kink, squirting, face fucking, groping, etc.

a/n: happy late 1 year anniversary to minnie, this is your present (and also u can stop nagging me now for him ☺️)! also thank you so much to 🐰,🍭 & 🐴 for contributing to this part two for trailertrash!ab, it’s really appreciated!! <3<3

🍭nonnie asked…. “trailertrash!ab finally being calm for one night, sat on the tiny shitty lil sofa all cuddled up with the kids and watching a film on the tv that barely works (it’s broken coz he punched it in once…).”

omg i love this idea!! i can definitely imagine the kids nagging him about it beforehand though, maybe even begging him to watch a latest release that alfie knows they can’t afford to see that the cinemas properly.

maybe in the lead-up for getting it for them, he snaps at the kids for something stupid, and you’re too scared to question him on whether he’s still going ahead with acquiring it for your children so you just believe it’s never going to happen and the weeks proceed on like normal.

and then one day alfie comes home to the trailer park weirdly earlier than usual, and obviously you’re confused on why your husband has come home early from his job.

“got that film the kids wanted,” he grumbles, whilst holding a tattered DVD case in his hand before you can even greet him. “someone at work got a dodgy copy of it, but i’m sure it’ll be fine. the kids won’t care,” alfie adds, watching your eyes light up.

”oh, alf!” you beam, practically snatching the DVD out of his hand before wrapping your arms around him, “i knew you couldn’t stay mad at them forever, you big softie,” you giggle into his cheek before kissing him.

then, you all end up having a lovely movie night on your tattered patterned sofa. you have your newborn cradled on your lap, whilst your two toddlers sit squished between you and alfie.

whilst your children are engrossed in the film and your newborn is fast asleep in your arms, you can’t help but look over at alfie and mouth a ‘thank you’ for what he’s done for the kids.

🐰nonnie asked…. “(trailertrash!ab) thinking about one of the kids being a mood and being disrespectful to you. alfie isn’t having any of it. immediately snaps at them and causes a whole scene.”

i can definitely see your’s and alfie’s toddlers adopting alfie’s eruptive behaviour from witnessing it happening in the trailer.

however, i can see alfie being appalled when it’s reflected from one of your children towards you. yeah, alfie’s a shit husband, but he’s got some sort of morals when it comes to family values.

i can imagine alfie being a bystander to the squabble you and your older child share, which has ultimately come out of nowhere and over something he believes is stupid.

but when your oldest child snaps at you with a comment like “shut up you fucking dumb bitch!” during a little squabble in the small kitchenette you have in the trailer, alfie can’t help but retaliate.

“how dare you speak to your mother like that!” he roars at your child, watching their face go pale with fear at the intensity of his rage. “apologise to your mother now or i’ll bloody slap you, you brat,” he adds with a threatening tone.

“alf, i don’t think that’s necessary,” you try to interject, but alfie isn’t having it.

“no! the brat should know how to respect their mother,” alfie practically spits back at you, his face contorted with rage as your oldest child starts to sniffle up.

ultimately, you child does end up apologising to you, but alfie’s outburst leads to you having to console your newborn who wakes up from the commotion, to which alfie storms out of the trailer for the remainder of the morning due to the noise.

🐰nonnie asked…. “i can’t remember if this has been discussed before or not but trailertrash!ab leaving during the night only to come back in the early morning, make loads of racket and disturb the kids sleeping. god knows where he’s been or what he’s been doing but he immediately finds comfort in you.”

ooh yes i love this!! i can see trailertrash!ab being extremely distruptive, making lots of unnecessary noise as he stumbles back into the caravan in the early morning.

i can definitely imagine your second child’s little voice calling out from their bedroom (if they have one) if he wakes them with something like, “daddy is that you?” only for alfie to shout at them, telling them to go back to bed, or even simply ignore them.

he knows where he wants to be and that’s in bed with you, so continues his beeline to your bedroom which he nearly trips over a pile of his clothes clumped on the floor in the process.

when he ultimately does get into bed, i can imagine you already being awake from his racket but not making that known to him.

instead, he ends up wrapping his big burly arms around you, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck and muttering, “missed you. ‘m sorry, darlin’.” before immediately falling asleep from the booze he’s consumed, and snoring his head off for the rest of the night before he has to get up in the morning.

🐰nonnie asked…. “trailertrash!ab who drags the kids into arguments, especially when they’re crying and annoying him, so you defend them and tell him to stop shouting at them, and it becomes a big explosive situation.”

i can see trailertrash!ab dragging the kids into the argument for actually no reason whatsoever.

i can imagine you pleading with him, maybe saying something like, “alfie can you stop being so loud? you’re distressing the children!” especially if his yelling has caused them to become emotional.

and he just laughs at your audacity. “oh i need to stop being so loud? it’s not my fault the damn kids are always crying and screaming, is it?!” he snaps back in rage, appalled by your accusation he believes to be false.

“alfie! they’re not always screaming!” you quickly defend them, due to your motherly instinct, but also because you want to protect your children from your husband in this instance.

“not always screaming, my arse,” alfie scoffs before storming over to the door of your caravan, before shouting, “you better sort out this damn mess by the time i’m back,” as he then slams the door on you, leaving you all alone to console your children.

🐰nonnie asked…. “trailertrash!ab who makes you put his snus in. not just getting the container for him, but putting it under his lip for him.”

ooooooooouhhhh he’s such a slob i hate him….. i can see the patriarchy behind held very highly in your trailer with alfie. you’re made to serve him because that’s your wifely duty, but you’re fine with that so you don’t complain.

“darlin’, bring me my three dot,” alfie commands from the sofa as he slurps on a can of shit beer whilst watching the tv.

you happily oblige, bringing him the plastic tub from the counter and passing it to him, before saying, “here you go.”

instead of taking it from you, alfie is perplexed by your action before saying, “you’re not going to put it in for me?”

“oh!” you exclaim, your expression surprised, “you want me to put it in for you?”

alfie rolls his eyes, unamused by your confusion. “well yeah,” he grunts, getting impatient, “so are you going to or not?”

“i guess so,” you mumble, opening up the box and picking out a snus. “open up,” you then say softly, to which alfie opens his mouth, before you push it under his lip.

he cracks a small smile, before mumbling, “thanks babe,” as you smile back at him after doing the favour.

🐰nonnie asked…. “trailertrash!ab who forces you to shower with the door open, maybe even goes as far as to remove the bathroom door.”

i can definitely see alfie doing this after a really messy argument. if you get too lippy with him, you lose door privileges.

he knows that the bathroom is a safe space for you to go and cool down after an argument with him, and so you can’t escape he ends up removing the door claiming that “he can’t trust you in there”.

so you end up having to shower with the door open all the time, especially due to the fact that alfie ends up using the material for the door for something else, which ultimately leaves you permanently doorless.

🐴nonnie asked…. “thinking of shooting up with trailertrash!ab when we get bored and just becoming giggly, lazy, sloppy messes together >_<.”

i can definitely imagine this either before you and trailertrash!ab have kids, or when you’ve only got one of the three you’ll end up having.

he’d definitely be the type of guy to just pull out some sort of drug and be like, “come on, try some of this. you’ll feel so much better once you do,” whilst having some sort of cheeky glint in his eye.

after a little bit of hesitation, i can eventually see you caving in. what’s the harm in a little fun, hey? but alfie makes sure to get you more higher than him, just so he can stay in control.

as you continue to do it, your worlds ultimately start to go slower as you both lazily begin to make-out, both of you giggling through sloppy snogs as you both just can’t get enough of each other.

it doesn’t end up going anywhere further than making out, but you end up snuggling together on the sofa and staying there for the rest of the evening.

🐰nonnie asked…. “trailertrash!ab who gropes you all the time.”

oh, 100%! i can imagine him even doing it when the kids around, that’s how much lack of shame he has.

he definitely loves to grope you tits, especially when he’s behind you, reaching his hands into your shirt and just massaging your breasts as you potter about the kitchen or do chore around the trailer.

same when he’s the big spoon too in bed, he’s constantly holding onto your boobs as if they’re going to disappear the next day.

he also definitely loves a spank of the ass too! especially when you’ve done something to make him proud. he loves a little tap when you pass him something, or when he’s passing you before entering or exiting the trailer too.

you try to get him to stop it around the children, but he just hits you with, “i can’t help it darlin’, you just look so damn gorgeous,” with a cheeky smirk on his face too.

🐰nonnie asked…. “trailertrash!ab with a lactation kink after you’ve had your youngest because he can’t let any of it go to waste.”

this is following on from the groping ask, but i definitely think trailertrash!ab prefers your boobs over your ass. but it becomes more apparent and clear when you’re pregnant and also when you begin to breastfeed your children.

he absolutely loves massaging your boobs, stimulating lactation as he toys with your extremely sore nipples, listening to your little whines and gasps as your pain turns into pleasure.

“alf— stop, they’re leaky,” you moan through a gasp as he just laughs at your pathetic excuse.

“yeah? that’s even better, babe,” he replies, before latching onto your bare breast with his lips before sucking your tits like your newborn child would.

alfie revels in the velvety taste of your breast milk in his mouth as he wraps a hand around the breast he’s feeding from, before squeezing it to stimulate more milk coming out of the nipple.

you squeal with pleasure, feeling the vibrations of alfie’s moans on your skin. once he’s satisfied, he’ll let go of the breast in his mouth, before licking his lips with a smile on his face.

“it just tastes too good to not use, darlin’,” he says with a smirk as you rest into the sofa, extremely tired but surprisingly satisfied by what he’s done.

🐰nonnie asked…. “trailertrash!ab using you as an ash tray.”

oh yes, 100% again! thinking about him having you resting on his lap, your torso bare so he has a lot of surface area to use.

alfie is smoking as you continue to lie there, until instead of using his ashtray to tap his cigarette ash into, he ends up tapping it onto your skin, causing you to wince at the short bursts of pain on your skin.

he continues to do it until he finishes his cigarette, putting out the butt on you, causing you to cry out. however, instead of apologising, he ends up making a little shushing noise as he soothes the burn with his thumb, before lighting up another cigarette and starting the whole process again.

🐰nonnie asked…. “would trailertrash!ab fuck you outside? if so where and why☺️😋?”

oh he definitely would! i can definitely see him railing you on the outside of your caravan, or even on the little stairs up to it over the wooden barricade.

if you’re being too loud i can imagine him to clamp a hand over your mouth too, before growling into your ear, “stop being so fuckin’ loud. don’t want the whole trailer park knowing you’re a whore, do you?” as he fucks deep inside of you.

and if someone goes past, he’ll either stop and make it seem like you’re doing something else, or just carry on until he’s finally came inside of you because he has no shame.

as for why he’s doing it? mostly probably as a way of reprimanding you i think.

🐰nonnie asked…. “trailertrash!ab who makes it his mission to make you squirt whenever he fingers you.”

i can definitely imagine after trailertrash!ab has made you squirt the first ever time whilst he’s fingered you, he’s always tried to find the right spot ever since.

it doesn’t matter if you’ve already came about 5 times, he’s going to keep going in the same spot until you finally give him what he wants (you squirting).

i can also see him talking to your pussy as he fingers it rather than you, muttering things like, “c’mon, squirt for me. y’know you want to,” as your essence is dripping down his fingers eagerly from being split open and toyed with for so long.

🐰nonnie asked…. “trailertrash!ab burps all. the. time. he doesn’t care if you turn your nose up at it, in fact i think if he saw u visibly disgusted by it then he would start doing it more. also i dont think he cares if he sweats too much, and he’ll definitely force you into a mating press if you dare to complain about it.”

godd this is so grossdom of trailertrash!ab!! i can definitely see him burping and belching in your face during sex once, watching you discomfort at it, and ever since doing it over and over again.

”alfie, that’s fucking disgusting,” you spit as he burps on your face, scrunching your nose up at the lack of hygiene and dignity your husband seems to have.

and he just has the audacity to laugh after you say that! whilst he ends up revelling in your discomfort all too well.

i think with the sweat too, he also likes to get you into a headlock and properly press your nose into his sweaty armpits and make you sniff them whilst he spanks your ass or something for bitching about his smell.

🐰nonnie asked…. “pretending to play fight with trailertrash!ab but he actually gets annoyed and hits you (like in priscilla) and he fucks you to make you ‘apologise’ but it’s really rough and he’s not really wanting you to say sorry because he likes seeing you cry for him.”

oh my god, i love this!! and i love priscilla the movie too <3<3

i can definitely see you and trailertrash!ab having a play fight and then him quickly turning on you and making it extremely more serious than it actually is.

imagine him practically picking your whole body up and ragdolling you onto the mattress, before climbing onto you, huffing, “so you want to play rough now, huh?” as he’s got you locked down on the bed.

“come on, alf!” you whine, “you know i didn’t mean it like that!” you add as he’s touching your cunt, feeling how wet you are for him.

“oh but i think you did, honey,” he laughs, feeling your soaked panties before pushing them to the side, “i think you actually like when we’re rough, you dirty little thing.”

after that, alfie is tugging down his pants and fucking you until you’re a sobbing mess, listening to your cries as tears roll down your cheeks. as you cry, alfie also ends up licking some of your tears from your cheeks because he thinks you’re so pretty whilst you cry and he can’t get enough of it.

🐰nonnie asked…. “thinking of trailertrash!ab… you going out without telling him so the responsibility to put the kids to bed is all on him, so he’s pissed about that and because didn’t tell him you were going out. when you get back he’s just sat there with his belt resting over his leg folded up … cue a night of relentless spanking and him forcing you to be quiet, and then making you sit on your ass even though it hurts far too much.”

OHMYGOD… YES!!! trailertrash!ab would be fuming if you went out without telling him. especially because he doesn’t know how to care for the kids at bedtime like you, so he ends up having a screaming match with them which leads them to being even more restless.

i can imagine you just walking in through the door to see him sat on your shitty sofa with the belt on his knee. “you went out without telling me,” he’d call out from the shadows to you.

in that moment, you feel your heart drop. “yeah, i did. what’s the issue?” you ask, the alcohol you’d consumed talking for you.

“the issue? you made me put the damn kids to bed,” he snapped bitterly in response, and before you can even retaliate back, he’s commanding you to come over to him.

”over the knee, darlin’,” alfie then commands, before immediately pushing your dress up to your stomach and beginning to spank you with his belt, the impact of the leather on your skin causing it to go incredibly sore fast.

you begin to cry out, to which he shoves two fingers into your mouth, before harshly whispering, “don’t wanna wake up our darling angels, do you, baby?” and once you shake your head, he goes back to spanking you mercilessly.

once he’s satisfied, he throws you back onto the sofa and makes you sit on your sore arse even though you’re in physical pain.

“don’t think about coming back to bed, you don’t deserve to,” alfie huffs, before leaving you alone, teary and in silence as you’re made to overcome your pain and sit (and ultimately sleep on) on the sofa for the rest of the evening.

🐰nonnie asked…. “trailertrash!ab and face fucking. i’m talking nasty, disgusting strings of spit and cum that would probably make someone gag at the sight, but not you two (more specifically him). he doesn’t stop thrusting even tho he’s cum twice, he’s just using your throat until he feels satiated. also, him giving you facials. all the time. probably his favourite place to cum if not on your tits.”

god, this is so disgusting but i honestly think that trailertrash!ab loves the gagging sound of you being face fucked by him.

he loves watching the cum and spit dribble out of your mouth, drooling onto a puddle either on the top of your tits and trickles down your body onto the floor, or just a puddle of congealed juices on the floor.

he definitely envisions your mouth as a way pocket pussy, as your practically made to take his thrusts deep into your mouth, enough to make a person throw up from how much he’s making you gag.

but i can imagine him also quickly ripping himself out of your mouth just so he can spray you in the remnants of his release on your face, and maybe even your tongue if you put it out for him when you’re not extremely worn out from your throat being used.

🍭nonnie asked…. “trailertrash!ab fucking u with a beer bottle/can…😋.”

OHHHH YES!!!! trailertrash!ab can’t afford to let his beer bottles go to waste straight away, so when he’s feeling extremely lazy and not willing to get his cock out (on that one rare occurrence) i can imagine him using a beer bottle instead.

thinking about him having you spread eagle, just thrusting the bottle inside and out, calling you all sorts of nasty and perverted things as you clench on the brown glass.

“such a whore, ain’t ya?” he’d purr as you mewl, your whole body on fire from being fucked by the object, “you just love anything inside of you, don’t you darlin’? such a naughty girl,” he’d add as you clench down on the thing, your juices coating it as you climax.

only for alfie to then either suck the bottle of your juices himself, or make you lick it clean for him afterwards.

🍭nonnie asked…. “trailertrash!ab who just loves spit and defo fucks your mouth with his dirty fingers.”

omg this is so grossdom of him again!! god, i just love the thought of him making you suck his dirty fingers clean after a long day of work, especially because he knows you find it disgusting.

“c’mon, lick it all off, honey,” he‘d murmur as you’re made to put every individual finger into your mouth, meticulously licking them clean. and if alfie is feeling a little cruel, he’ll make you gag on them a little just so you create some more spit in your mouth in hope that it ends up spilling onto his palms.

🐴nonnie asked…. “trailertrash!ab and him using his fingers to fuck your throat just to see you gag around them and produce saliva.”

similar to 🍭 above, trailertrash!ab having a spit kink makes so so much sense to me. i can definitely see him licking your saliva off of his fingers when he’s got them extremely coated and just being all disgusting about it as he’s doing it too.

like, imitating slurping noises and stuff just to make you scrunch your nose up in disgust and stuff like that. god, he’s so disgusting i want him.

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[mclarengf]

can i please request some max smut? plot (or even pwp) is completely up to u, as long as its filthy max smut, which ik ull feed us so well queen

thinking about… just straight up filthy sex with max verstappen

note: hi nonnie,, i’m so sorry you’ve had to wait so long for this req !! i must admit it’s 100% just porn, like there's absolutely no plot whatsoever. it’s kind of based on an idea i had from these hcs but didn’t add to the list then. kinda debated not posting this after the bean soup incident but whatever, not all of u max fans are evil, soooo here we are. hopefully this makes up for the long delay tho and i hope u enjoy<3 

18+ content ahead, mdni !!

there’s sweat beading on max’s forehead, threatening to drip onto your face with each and every hard thrust of his hips. his eyes don’t meet yours; they’re locked onto the diamonds around your neck, sparkling in the evening light.

“max-!“ 

his gaze flicks up to you as you choke out his name, briefly— so very briefly—, before it drops back down to the jewellery you’re wearing.  

“so beautiful, schat,” he grits out, “so fucking- mine...”

you accept that his focus is elsewhere, and allow yours to drift also, landing on the spot where his cock is plunging in and out of your pussy. the sight of it makes you clench subconsciously, and you feel his hips stutter as you do, trying not to come prematurely. 

the bracelets on your wrists jangle against each other as max fucks you, a delicate clinking that can only just be heard over skin slapping against skin and both of your heavy breaths.

there are more diamonds, as well as an assortment of other coloured gemstones, shining on your fingers as they scratch down his back, red lines surely appearing instantly. he’s always marked easily; you’d found that out early in your relationship from an italian tabloid and a paparazzo with a very keen eye.

the edge of the vanity digs into the back of your thighs as max pounds you into it again and again. you can’t see the mirror pressed against your back, but you can hazard a guess that the front of it is all fogged up from the workout max is putting you both through right now. 

your pussy is dripping for him, only getting wetter each time his tip rams into your cervix. slick sounds have filled the room, along with your moans and the rattling of the mirror against the wall as you’re fucked against it.

your weeping cunt gets the better of you on one particularly hard thrust, and his cock slips out from you in one wet motion. before you can reach down to ease him back in, he spins you, so that you’re facing the mirror. he makes eye contact with you through it, and presses a kiss to your shoulder blade before he looks back down to line himself up.

your mouth falls open as he presses in, this new angle allowing him to push even deeper into your cunt. max barely gives you a second to adjust before he’s gripping your hips and ramming into you again, picking up the same pace as before. 

lifting your gaze to watch him in the mirror, you can see he’s still staring at the necklace bouncing against your tits, just through the reflection now, instead of straight on. his cock hits your g-spot every time he rams into you, and when you close your eyes, you swear you’re seeing stars.

his fingers are digging into your hips hard, manipulating your body to whichever way brings the most pleasure for you both. his hands shift their grip slightly, and you cry out. the fingerprints he’s left hurt. 

one of his feet nudges yours out, forcing your stance wider. now it feels like he’s in your lungs; every thrust of his cock harder than the last, stealing your breath away. a glance up at the mirror sees complete lust in his eyes, his mouth hanging slightly open as he fucks you from behind. his gaze darts from the jewels around your neck to the ones on your fingers, then to the ones on your wrists, and back to your neck again. 

max’s hand snakes around your front, fingers on your clit before you even realise his arm’s moved at all. the roughness of his fingerpads makes your knees buckle, and he has to keep you upright, his other arm wrapping around your waist.  

you can feel waves of euphoria peaking in you, and your pussy clenches for him again, desperately needy for an orgasm that’s just within reach.

“don’t stop,” you beg, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

he gathers your hair in his fist and yanks your head back in lieu of a verbal reply, a soft kiss pressed to your forehead a stark juxtaposition to his rough treatment of you otherwise. his thrusts get deeper, more purposeful, as his fingers work furiously. you can barely keep your head up anymore, body weak and mind muddled by the pleasure he’s overwhelming you with.

“max, i’m gonna- fuck, i’m gonna come!”

his hand jolts a little each time he rams his full length into you, but his fingers don’t stop their tight circles on your clit, determined to push you over the edge right this second. 

your back arches as you come for him, and you can’t stop the borderline pornographic moans that he forces out of you. your legs shake as he fucks you through it, and you can just hear his murmured praises over the ringing in your ears. 

“perfect, schatje. so good for me.”

max’s lips trail along your back and shoulders as he waits for the aftershocks to pass, stopping more than once to mouth at the clasp sitting at the base of your neck, tongue and teeth playing with the cold metal. 

“will you keep being good for me?” 

you grind back on his cock as you whine tiredly, too exhausted to use your words. he responds in kind, free hand flying back up to your hip to control your body for his free use.

your nails leave shallow scratches in the wood of the vanity as you hold on for dear life, bejwelled rings surely leaving indents in your skin as you squeeze your fingers together. his hands, entwined in your hair and gripping your hip, work together to better impale you on his cock. 

a flash of tiffany blue in the mirror catches your eye as you’re railed within an inch of your life. your brand new necklace box is sitting empty on the dresser, ribbons undone from when you’d opened your gift only an hour ago. there are at least a dozen other jewellery boxes dotted around the room, all gifted to you through the many years you’ve known max, and all empty now also; their contents placed delicately on each part of your body by max as part of this unique but ubiquitous ritual in your relationship.

max interrupts your recollection by pulling out of you hurriedly, a loud squelch bringing a flush to your cheeks as he leaves your wet hole, now gaping from the form of his cock pounding into you. he beckons you to the floor, and you kneel down how you know he wants you to, staring up at the underside of his cock as he starts jacking himself off furiously, chasing fiercely after his own orgasm. 

the sound of his hand on cock becomes wetter and louder as your come is smeared all over his grip. despite coming only a few minutes ago, your pussy clenches on air, begging for a cock in her again. 

a moan is ripped from max’s throat suddenly, louder than any other sound he’s made tonight, and his head falls back. you shut your eyes in preparation, but he doesn’t aim for your face. 

instead, hot ropes of come land on your necklace, creamy white smearing against sparkling diamonds. his eyes flutter back open; his cock twitches and he almost chokes on a sharp inhale as he takes in the state of your jewellery, now soiled by his seed.

you drag a finger across your collarbones and bring it to your lips, licking his come off. he watches you do so, eyes dark and intense. you can tell he’s debating whether to push you onto the bed and go for round two, but ultimately, his hand comes down to help you up instead, already spent. you take it, stretching your knees out from being pushed onto the carpet. 

“you know you don’t need to fuck me every time you buy me a new piece of jewellery, right?” 

his focus drops to your new pearl necklace before he frowns and tilts his head at you, like you’ve started speaking in another language.

“what’s the point of me buying it then?”

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rovinare l'amicizia george russell is your best friend, and you would never risk that friendship for the silly feelings you have for him. a few drinks in monaco might change that.

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note: finally!! the george fic is here!! thank u to my babies bri and eden and alaïa and el for helping me as i write and thank u also to everyone who made “things i find insanely attractive" tiktok slideshows. this is the cutest, fluffiest, most tooth-rotting sweetness i think i’ve ever written and i loved writing every little bit of it. i hope u enjoy<33

the amber lounge has been booked out for the night and is absolutely crammed with people, all here for one reason.

“oi!” someone yells over everyone else, nicking the microphone from the dj booth, “oi, everyone! give it up for george russell! p1 in monaco, baby!” 

the room erupts in cheers, and someone else— tall, lanky, and very obviously drunk— gets pushed up onto the platform they’re on.

george waves clumsily at the hundreds of faces, and they holler back in response. there’s a camera somewhere and it clicks rapidly as he smiles. you reach for your phone to film your best friend, a strange feeling in your heart telling you that you’re going to want to remember this night. george is given the microphone and you can hear the plea “speech, speech, speech,” being thrown at him. swaying slightly, george indulges them.

“thank you everyone for coming out and being here with us this evening,” he’s interrupted by another round of cheers erupting out, “i’m so immensely thankful to the team back home for getting the car to where it is. yeah— really, really happy, just amazing.” 

he takes a beat to really look around the club, a small smile appearing on his face as he registers everyone who’s here for him. “thanks so much guys, hoping for many more wins in the coming races.” 

he flashes the camera one more grin and places the microphone back down, hopping down from the platform to be met with a swarm of fans again. 

“george! george, have some champagne, won’t you?” a bottle gets thrust into his hands.

“absolutely not, mate.” he passes it off to someone else, disgust written plainly on his face. you know he hates champagne.  

squinting at him from where you’re sat, you can see his white dress shirt has already been soaked in sweat and alcohol, the sheer amount of people in the room not helping any. he disapppears from view as the crowd engulfs him, only to reappear a couple of meters to the right, riding atop the shoulders of a friend. 

probably under the influence of some alcohol he does like, george starts leaning backwards, trusting someone will catch him. they do.

facing up towards the ceiling, he gets passed from person to person over the waves of people in the club, arms spread out as he closes his eyes to relish the moment. he gets set down on his feet as the crowd realises they’re about to hit a wall, and then he’s gone again.

after a few seconds go by and you still don’t see him, you stop the recording and tuck your phone back in your bag, deciding you’ll show him the video tomorrow to poke fun at his uncharacteristic carefreeness tonight.

you hear your name get called and spot a group of girls waving at you. you’re not sure you recognise them, but gesture for security to let them to come over into the deluxe section anyway.

“oh my god, hi, i love you so much! could we get a photo please?” 

taken aback by the request that you don’t get very often, you recover with a smile and a, “yeah, of course!”

they group up around you and the girl with the phone takes a few selfies, then a 0.5. they thank you excitedly, and tell you all about how coming to this grand prix was their graduation gift to themselves. 

“we’ve got two more days here,” one tells you.

“hey, do you have any recommendations for us?” another chimes in, “like, places to go or eat?”

a phone gets handed to you. you think for a second, then pull up the maps app and zoom in on some spots you reckon they’d like. they thank you again, talking over each other as they inch back towards the dancefloor.

“oh! i almost forgot—“ the brunette stops in her tracks, rifling around in her bag for something. the others pause as well, waiting for their friend.

“we made these for all the wags we see this weekend,” she passes you a bracelet, cyan blue and black beads alternating. four white beads in the middle spell out ‘GR63’, “um, we just gave one to lily muni he, and we met kika and alex on saturday!” 

you don’t notice her slip-up, busy admiring their handiwork under the dim club lighting before slipping it on your wrist, “it’s beautiful, guys. thank you so much.”

“do you know where george is? do you think we could get a photo with him too?” they chatter amongst themselves as they leave, already looking out for their next target.

speaking of, you haven’t seen george since he was crowd surfing. you scan the room, hoping to spot him.

you finally see him stood by the bar, taking a break from the excitement of the night. someone’s talking to him, but he’s been staring at you for the last five minutes. his face lights up as your gaze finally lands on him, and he excuses himself politely from the conversation he hadn’t been paying any attention to. he pushes past the guests and slowly makes his way to you. 

“hello darling,” he plonks himself down next to you, “enjoying yourself?” 

he brings his arm up behind you, resting on the back of the booth, while his knee knocks against yours. you don’t flinch away like you had done when you were strangers, once upon a time; you stay where you are, comfortable in his presence. 

“mm, what’re you having?” 

he gestures down to the glass in your hand, a pink straw lolling about the rim. 

“i don’t know. it’s a mix of everything, i think.” 

you’d trusted alex to get you a drink, but from the taste of it, it seemed like he’d asked the bartender to pour every alcohol available into the little glass. you offer it to him and he takes a sip through the straw, grimacing when the flavour hits his tongue. 

“eugh, that’s horrid. i hate that.”

you laugh and take it back from him, watching the liquid form a vortex as you swirl the glass around. you find the straw with your tongue and take another sip. it’s not as bad as george is making it out to be; he’s just picky when it comes to alcohol. 

two of your friends catch your eye then, dancing with each other atop one of the little tables, lots of people around cheering them on. 

“i think they’re gonna get engaged soon,” you say, pointing at them. she’s swaying quite a bit; he catches her when she stumbles over herself. the two of them laugh drunknely, then kiss. you hear a unanimous, ‘aww’ from their spectators.  

“what’s that, darling?” 

george leans down to hear you better, tilting his ear towards you. you repeat what you’d said, and he nods in agreement. 

“don’t tell anyone, but i know for a fact she’s got a ring for him already.”

your mouth drops open in shock and your eyes twinkle with excitement. 

“you’re joking.”

george shakes his head, enjoying the way you lean in towards him, seeking more information that you know he’ll give you. as your body shifts, your dress strap falls off your shoulder. 

george leans in, reflexes clearly not dulled by drink, and murmurs a soft, “i’ve got it.”

his skin brushes against yours as he fixes it for you, and you almost shiver at the intimacy of it all. he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, just above where the strap now sits.

yeah, he’s definitely drunk. he only ever gets this touchy when he’s had a little bit more than he can handle, when his inhibitions are loosened and reservations mitigated by alcohol. you do wish he did it more when he was sober, but those wants are kept secret; for your knowledge only.

you glance down at him, watching his chest move as he breathes, wet shirt sticking to his abs. there’s a feral, alcohol-fuelled part of your brain that’s gnawing at the bars of her enclosure to lick him; to taste the sweat that’s soaked his clothing, to run your tongue over the muscles that he flaunts on social media so often. you tell her off and push her even further to the back of your mind, unwilling to indulge in any thoughts that would certainly ruin your friendship with george. you’ve held them back for years now; one more night holds no significance.

“is that new?” 

you follow his gaze from your shoulder down to the cyan beads on your wrist, and nod happily, holding your hand out for george to inspect it. his lips finally leave your skin as he takes it in his. 

“there were some girls earlier. they wanted a photo and gave me this. they said they were trying to give them to all the girls— lily, francisca, alexandra— y’know. ooh, also-”

george smiles to himself as he takes a closer look, realising you’re wearing his colours and his number, but chooses not to comment on it for now, nodding for you to go on instead, inferring from your tone of voice that there’s more you’re excited to tell him about.

he’s correct.

you only notice he’s stopped nodding along and humming in agreement after you’ve been going on for five minutes or so. he’s just kind of staring at you. it’s nothing malicious; he’s just... watching, an absentminded smile on his face. you cut yourself off mid-sentence, jaw snapping shut, suddenly self-conscious. you become afraid that he’s lost interest, that he’s smiling cause he finds you amusing, like one would a little pet or some silly plaything.

“hmm?” 

to his credit, george doesn’t miss a beat when your words stop, prompting you to carry on right away.

“sorry, i didn’t realise i was rambling. i’ve probably had too much to drink,” you laugh nervously, trying to save yourself.

“keep going, darling. i was listening.”

“are you sure?” 

he frowns at you. 

“why would i stop?” he hasn’t let go of your hand yet, calloused thumb rubbing over your knuckles as he reassures you, “you were about to tell me which spots you recommended them. might be best to steer clear of those places while they’re in town though, hm? in case they want to tell all their friends where to find us. you said two more days, right?”

your eyes soften as you realise he really was listening to everything you said. even the little details. you feel your shoulders relax for having avoided what would have been a total humiliation, and you reach out for your drink, taking a sip to collect yourself. 

“don’t worry, i’m not that stupid. none of our spots, just the nice ones everyone goes to anyway.”

he smiles, happy to have eased your palpable discomfort and also proud of your foresight. 

“that’s my girl.”

you almost choke. your hand is still in his, and now he has a funny look in his eye. no, it must be the alcohol playing tricks on you. there’s no way. you shake it off and chalk it up to the spirit of victory in the air instead. 

george must pick up on the new turmoil arising in your head and squeezes your hand twice, gently— i’m here. 

“hey, do you wanna get some air?”

your handbag gets picked up before you can even finish your question, shrugged onto his shoulder as he gestures for you to go ahead.

you down the last dregs of your drink before placing it back down on the table. he guides you down the few stairs there are, one hand supporting yours, the other on the small of your back, and thanks the bouncer as he unclips the rope barrier for you to walk through.

george notices him before you do; his height allows him to see the crowd parting for a drunk guy pushing through, headed right your way. george's arm sneaks behind your waist and pulls you into his side just as the guy pushes past you, the stench of soured alcohol wafting along in his wake. you stumble a bit at the force, but you’re saved from face-planting by george, holding you steady.

“you alright, love?” he checks you over, making sure you’re okay, before shooting a dirty look at the guy’s retreating form. 

you nod, turning your head back to see if you can spot who it was. they’re long gone now, probably already on the other side of the club. brushing it off, you link your arm in george’s and make the slow journey to the exit. 

george gets stopped twice for photos, and you wait off to the side both times, patiently. one of the fans says something to him, and they both look down at the handbag, still in his hand, then over at you. george laughs. you notice a thin blush across his cheeks afterwards, but it’s probably just the club lights or the alcohol. the fan wishes you both a good night and another congratulations to george, and then you’re back in the party. 

the two of you push your way to the coat check, and you shrug on your overcoat, wanting to dress warm for the cool night air. 

you fiddle with the buttons, but the alcohol has made your hands clumsy and very uncompliant. seeing this, george gets down on one knee in front of you and starts buttoning you up, one at a time, working his way up. his slender fingers reach your collar quickly, and he stands back up when he’s done.

“there we go,” he murmurs.

you’re finding it harder and harder to block out your fancies with every move he makes tonight. 

he opts not to also get his suit jacket wet like his shirt is already, slinging it over his shoulder instead. george holds the door open for you, like he always does, and somehow manages to get back in front of you to summon the elevator. it’s especially in moments like these that you wish he were yours, that he would have a reason to be so gentlemanly to you other than just being a gentleman.

it feels like it takes longer to reach the ground floor than it had to go up. there’s no music, just the whirring of gears as they work to deliver you safely. george seems to be deep in thought, studying the patterns on the floor, tongue in between his teeth. you fiddle with your new bracelet, running your fingers over each bead, tracing the grooves of his initials. 

the streets are empty when you leave the building; everyone’s either asleep or celebrating in a club or superyacht. you’re happy to be outside, away from the noise and lights of the amber lounge. you consider running down to the water; taking off your shoes and wading in, but the rational part of your brain reminds you that it’s the middle of the night and the sea wouldn’t spare your feet from freezing just because you’re more than a little bit drunk.

leaning against the balustrade instead, you breathe in the night air, staring out at the reflection of the stars on the sea.

“it’s so beautiful tonight,” you say.

george hums in agreement from behind you. 

“it is.”

you turn back to him, and he’s already looking at you. you can tell he’s had something on his mind all night, so you give him the time to speak it aloud. he shifts on his feet, then exhales sharply. you can see his breath in the cold air. 

“…you haven’t congratulated me yet,” he finally points out. 

you laugh lightly at him, puzzled. he’s never been one to ask for your praises before, but you suppose this win was pretty monumental.

“congratulations, george.” 

he shakes his head, staring up at the stars above you.

“that’s not what i meant.”

you tilt your head at him, waiting for him to elaborate. when he doesn’t respond, your foot reaches out to nudge at his calf. 

“what did you mean then?”

his attention falls back on you and he stares, kind of unnervingly. he only moves when a gust of wind blows by, shivering as his drenched shirt gets even colder. 

he sets his jacket down on the balustrade first, then your bag on top, taking care not to let the leather touch the cobblestone. he’s been yelled at more than once for scuffing up the bottom of your bags before. your eyes drift to his hands as he does so, watching his fingers flex. 

you let a beat pass, only the lapping of the waves below filling the silence.

“george?”

“kiss me.”

you blink at him, not entirely sure you’ve heard him right. he doesn’t mean it, surely. there’s no way he wants you in the same way you do him. he sways a little on his feet. 

“george, you’re drunk.”

he scoffs, “come on, darling; it’s just a kiss.”

he pulls you in by the waist, like he had before in the club, and his head dips down, closer and closer to you.

he pauses when his lips are barely about to touch yours. you stare doe-eyed up at him, afraid to move even an inch for fear of breaking the delicate moment. his eyes flit up, searching yours. whatever complaints were floating around in your head die on your tongue as his presence surrounds you. 

he’s so close to you; you could study every pore, each mole dotting his skin. a breathy little sigh leaves your chest involuntarily as you realise your years-long béguin may be contented much sooner than you’d ever thought. his tongue darts out to his lips instinctively, like he would taste your air if he could only catch it.

you nod at him, the slightest, most imperceptible movement of your head, and he takes it as the permission it is. his lips press against yours, soft and plush, and you think you could die in this moment and be happy with how you went out. 

you start to pull away, so completely satisfied to have finally kissed him, but george has just gotten a taste of you, and now he never wants to stop. the hand on the base of your neck keeps you close as his tongue slips into your mouth, licking at your lips, your tongue, your teeth. you can’t help a small moan as he pulls you flush against his chest, the kiss getting messier as his usual composure unravels, just for you. your breaths mix together, hot on each other’s skin.  

he’s desperate for you; hands moving against your body, grasping at your dress, your hair, your face— everywhere all at once. you’re breathless. you feel like all the air’s been sucked out of your body by just his kisses, and that he’s your only lifeline. your hands push against his chest lightly, and he lets you move your head to the side to catch your breath. 

he doesn’t stop when you do. instead, his lips drag along your jaw, and he inhales, deep and ragged, when his nose meets your pulse point. his exhale is shaky, like he can’t get enough of your scent. 

“george…”

he glances up to you and he looks so unlike himself; hair messy, eyes dark, and lips swollen, glistening with spit. your heart skips a beat as you realise you’ve caused this in him. you can feel his hands trembling on either side of your face from the cold or the adrenaline, or both. 

his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, already leaning back in for more of you. you get squeezed even closer into him and you can’t help but giggle, a flood of happy emotions taking over you. 

george’s teeth clack against yours as he tries to keep the kiss going, but when he realises your elation won’t let up, he’s pulling away laughing too. you fold over in his arms as your body shakes, immensely pleased at the turn this night’s taken. you would look insane to any onlookers who might look down from the lounge’s balcony; the two of you, dressed up for the afterparty, cackling to each other at nothing on an empty beach. 

george recovers first, wiping a stray tear away as he sucks in fresh air. he kisses your forehead as you follow suit, gasping like a fish while holding your stomach, which is starting to hurt. he peppers kisses all over your face, only stopping when you tap at his arm hurriedly; the cold wet of his shirt pushed against you is making the front of your coat also cold and wet. he holds you like that for a while, and you know he’s committing this moment to memory, just like you are. 

he picks up your bag and slips his jacket over his shoulders without letting go of you, tucked into his side and makes his way back up the beach with you. his fingers find the bracelet on your wrist and it’s his turn to fidget with the beads. he can’t help but admire how lovely the colour is against your skin. he’d like to see you wear it more, he thinks.

“come on, darling. let’s go home.” 

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[mclarengf]

possessive!max? yknow how daniel/yuki have worn max's racing stuff... i bet he's possessive as hell. he would 100% love to show the reader off subtly, making her wear his things with his name on it, her using all his sponsorship stuff and he goes feral for it. cant hold his hands to himself and his hand always 'somehow' manages to find itself touching his racing number on you.... 🧸

omg hiiii 🧸, welcome to the mclarengf cult mwahaha and tysm for requesting this was so immensely muy delicioso !! i wrote this one out as headcanons (sfw AND nsfw)─ i hope thats ok and that u enjoy reading these<3 (banged these out in an evening but still got a bit out of hand so i've put it all below the cut x) love u guys !!

POSSESSIVE!MAX VERSTAPPEN HCS

──★ godddd max is such a possessive little freak ──★ bro he will GROWL at anyone who comes near u without his permission ──★ not in a toxic way tho !! you like it. it makes u giggle.

──★ this guy is obsessed with u omfg… he actually worships the ground you walk on???

──★ oh this millionaire looooves spoiling you ──★ will buy you anything you want just to make you happy ──★ gets a sick satisfaction at not even looking at the total as he swipes his card ──★ you think he likes how the store attendants gawk as he does it

──★ he is always touching you !! ──★ arm around shoulders, hand on waist, fingers in yours, lips on your temple, etc

──★ gets u into sim racing but ur only allowed to play as him

──★ he looooves it when he gives u his stuff to wear and then it smells like u the next day

──★ yeah he knows orange isn’t exactly the most flattering colour all the time so… ──★ number 33 on EVERYTHING ──★ genuinely at least half of ur wardrobe is red bull merch or has his number or his name on it

──★ you’ll get given gifts by the fans with his number on it and he loses his mind cause its like they know you’re his as well ──★ (you’re his wag… uh of course you’re gonna get gifts related to him?? he doesn't rly think too much abt it. too busy drooling over u)

──★ bro he loves it when u leave marks of any kind on him ──★ anything from lipstick stains to hickeys to massive scratches down his back that the whole team stares at as he’s putting his race suit on…

──★ gets you a necklace with his number on it and cannot get enough of seeing it ──★ will move your hair out of the way just to see the little ’33’ resting in between ur collarbones…

──★ always has an eye on you wherever you’re nearby

──★ bro if someone is stupid enough to flirt with you while he’s around… ──★ actually just start planning the funeral now ──★ u guys think you’ve seen mad max?? you have not seen mad max. ──★ bro will leave his conversation midway and storm over with fire in his eyes ──★ hand on the guy’s shoulder, spins him around ──★ “hi.” ──★ most of them get the hint by this point and scamper off, tail tucked between their legs ──★ occasionally there’ll be a really dumb one (probably drank too much in hospitality) ──★ max will pull him in close and mutter something into his ear ──★ he’s never told you what he says, but they never look you or him in the eye for the rest of the weekend

NSFW (MDNI)

──★ will take his time with you as he goddamn pleases ──★ it’s not like you’re going anywhere?? he has all the time in the world to fuck you properly ──★ u have missed soooo many appointments bc max wanted a “quickie”  ──★ (spoiler alert: it was not a quickie) ──★ (spoiler alert: it has never been just a cut and dry quickie)

──★ fucks u in missionary just to see his number in between ur tits #selfobsessed 

──★ has definitely gotten a massive hard on from seeing you in his clothing on more than one occasion

──★ if he’s away at a race and the timezones don’t work out for the two of u to call, he will literally pull up ur instagram and have a wank to the pictures of u in his jacket or his helmet

──★ ok so logically he knows none of the other drivers would ever do anything but whenever someone like lingers for a bit too long for max’s liking (like five seconds btw) or kisses your cheeks (regular ass greeting btw) he will genuinely ruin u in bed ──★ like when u see that driver the next day u will not be able to walk straight !!

──★ praising you !!!!  ──★ “such a good girl, schjat…” 

──★ being praised !!!!  ──★ “fuck, max- you feel so good, so big-“ ──★ will actually just come on the spot if you praise him enough

──★ loves it when you’re loud… means he’s doing a good job

──★ can’t get enough of you on your knees staring up at him with his cock in your throat…. ──★ it might actually be his favourite sight ever

──★ freeuse!! absolutely loves it, thinks it’s the best thing in the whole world ──★ doing the dishes? nope, now ur being bent over the counter taking his cock as he tells u how beautiful u are ──★ watching tv? nope, now ur blowing him with spit dripping down your chin and tears coming out of your eyes as he strokes your hair

──★ edging you…  ──★ such a power trip for him ──★ bro, it’s like he has a quota of at least four ruined orgasms before you’re allowed to come

──★ oh my lordddd this guy loves seeing his come on you ──★ on you, in you, around you, dripping out of you… just anywhere he can get it, really ──★ sometimes won’t clean u up after so you wake up the next morning with his dried come in between your legs ──★ yeahhh, safe to say you didn’t make it to the shower until a whole two hours and another three creampies later

──★ like i said earlier… loves marking you up/loves being marked up ──★ every time u have sex he tries to fuck you so good you leave deeper marks than the time before (masochist) ──★ will just stand in the mirror watching the red lines move as he flexes his back muscles etc ──★ lowkey he gets sad when they fade after not being able to see you for a while ──★ don't worry, it just means he'll rail you even harder when he next sees you x

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[rockprincechili]

Carlos Sainz | Cannes Film Festival 2026 by Elena Frassoni

[cosmicscuderia]

no shirt under the zip up hoodie, backwards hat, sweaty from padel OH

[blamemma]

Daniel Ricciardo on the Red Bull pitwall | Canada GP | xpbimages

[nottivagos]

ps!carlos oh my god, your beautiful mind

it JUST MAKES SENSE, nonnie! he’s so pornstar coded to me 😼😼🤭

[nottivagos]

Does this mean ur back properly? 👀

i think so… yes! 👀

[nottivagos]

it feels like a long time since i’ve been here, but if anyone wants to say hello or yap to me, i’m here for the foreseeable 🫶

[nottivagos]

you're answering a lot of asks about college dirtbag lando... are we getting another one??? 👀

🤫🤫🤫 you never know nonnie…

[nottivagos]

was listening to teenage dirtbag by wheatus at work and inevitably started thinking of your college dirtbag!lando… i have nothing to say except for thank you for creating him. literally sick over him. head in my hands

HAHAHAH GUILTY AS CHARGED!! but so real, tysm for the lovely ask my darling ❤️

[nottivagos]

Thank you for writing, I jill off to college dirtbag Lando on the regular. My favourite parts are the one with the beer bottle and the one where he shares you with his best friend. Your writing brings me so much joy you wonderful person

🥹🥹❤️!! nonnie, tysm i really appreciate it!!

[nottivagos]

Ykw we moved on too soon from college dirtbag lando I miss him

we did, didn’t we anon? ☹️

[mclarengf]

rien n'a autant d'importance running into lando norris— your ex— at a party gives you the perfect opportunity to remind him that there really is only one girl for him.

[4.3k] - ¡18+ mdni!

cw: kinda toxic/possessive relationship, handjob, oral (m receiving), dacryphilia, praise kink, edging, fingering, semi public sex, manipulation (tiny bit), cheating undertones, whiny!lando, sub!lando (ish), mean!reader

note: hi nonnie! thank u so much for this request omfg i was literally soaked just imagining it. i hope its ok that i did change the slightest bit cause (due to personal experience— ew i know, so lameee ugh!) i don’t 100% love cheating. i hope u enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it<3 

original request:

thinking about ex boyfriend! Lando finds reader in a party, he’s already with another girl and she knows that, so they both ended up in the bathroom and she gives him a blowjob, being all cocky because only she knows how to do it well, and she’s trying to act all innocent and telling him it’s only to teach his other girl so she makes him film her so the other girl can ‘learn’

“does she make you feel this good?” 

the party is raging on happily beyond the bathroom door, but neither you or lando take particularly great notice of the bass thumping through your bones or the constant stream of chatter in the other room, getting louder and louder as people keep drinking. 

you and fewtrell were still friends; a silly breakup didn’t change that. so, just like he’d done with all his other friends, he’d invited you to his party. it wasn’t for some big event or anything; "just because,” he’d told you with a smile. 

his little apartment was crammed full of people, some of whom you didn’t recognise, more of whom you did. everyone had greeted you excitedly; you hadn’t really turned up to these things for a couple of months. you’d used work or school as excuses, but everyone knew the real reason. 

your friend had been the one to show you the post; a fan account sharing a photo they’d found of lando with some girl on a date, sat in the shade at a cafe table.

you’d smiled brightly and told her you were “so over him,” as he clearly was you. she’d matched your smile and given you a big hug and told you how proud she was of you and that, “i know it hasn’t been easy, but he’s such a scumbag anyway. you’re so much better without him.”

you’d raised your coffee mug and cheersed her, laughing at getting away from him unscathed, but on the inside, you were absolutely fuming.

“i’m sorry, angel. i’m just getting too busy; i have so many things on, and i feel so exhausted all the time. i want you to have everything you deserve, but i just don’t have the time anymore to make that happen,” and then here he was, not even two months later, sharing this random girl’s fucking drink; a bright lipstick stain on the rim of the cup right under where his mouth was placed. 

“don’t look fucking busy to me,” you’d hissed as you scrolled through the fanpage’s feed later that day.

post after post was dedicated to sightings of him. press events, races, selfies with fans, merch photoshoots, and that stupid date. you'd stalked through the account until you recognised the pictures as being screenshotted from your own stories, and told yourself that was that, and there was nothing else to be done.

you hadn’t expected lando to be here tonight. from the way he’d paled when you made eye contact, then darted off, hoping you wouldn’t follow him, he hadn’t either.

of course, because you didn't live to appease him, you’d trailed behind him from room to room, keeping a healthy distance until he was alone. then you’d cornered him and dragged him into the closest room that would provide you both privacy— the guest bathroom. 

one thing had led to the next, and you find yourself in the position you’re in now; on your knees in front of him, one hand stroking along his weeping cock, the other pressed against his thigh for support.

“i was trying to move on…” lando manages, throwing his head back with a groan as you press a kiss to his tip, right on the slit. you lick your bottom lip as you pull away and taste salt.

“is that why you went on that date? to move on?” 

your hand keeps stroking him as you talk, your eyes trained on his face as he struggles to articulate himself. 

“use your words, lan.”

a few tears fall from his eyes as he whines for you to keep going. 

“i’m sorry!” bursts from his lips, “oli set it up; he said i needed to stop moping! i didn’t know there would be paps; i think she called them herself, i-“

he cuts himself off with a choke at a particularly sharp flick of your wrist.

“she’s pretty, lan.”

he doesn’t reply, eyes wide and brows scrunched together as he tries to figure out where you’re going with this. you don’t stop fisting his cock, sticky precome dripping down your hand.

“did you fuck her?”

he shakes his head desperately, tears rolling down his cheeks at the stimulation you're giving him. 

“lando, words.”

“i didn’t!”

really? you stop all of a sudden, contemplating the new information he’s just revealed to you. 

“…have you fucked anyone else since me?”

he sniffles at the question and shifts on his feet.

“lando.”

god, it’s getting exhausting having to constantly remind him of his manners.

“yes.”

his reply is so quiet that if you hadn’t been listening with pricked ears, you might’ve mistaken it for just a breath passing his lips.

“was that a yes?” 

to be fair, you have as well. and you’re not going to punish him for taking advantage of being single, but he doesn’t have to know that.

“did you enjoy it?”

he frowns, then shakes his head gloomily. god, this is getting more interesting by the second.

“and why not, lan?”

lando hesitates, biting down on his tongue as he mentally debates himself on whether to tell you or not. the part of him that still wants to be a good boy for you wins out. 

“no one else’s been able to make me come; there’s something wrong… i-i  don’t know.”

he averts his gaze, almost shamefully, missing the smile that creeps along your mouth.

“oh, you poor thing, lan. that must be really hard, huh?”

he sniffles again, pitifully. 

feeling sorry for him, your hand resumes stroking up and down, and you take pleasure in watching the emotion on his face contort from shame to satisfaction. he opens his mouth to reply to your last question when the doorknob rattles, followed by a series of hard knocks. 

“hello?! i need to take a shit!”

lando’s eyes widen even more at the sound of one of his friends’ voices on the other side. 

your hand doesn’t stop moving up and down; lando’s flies up to his mouth to muffle himself, eyebrows knitting together at the prospect of being caught. you reach up and push it away, probably more forcefully than you needed to. 

“don’t even think about it,” you hiss, before licking a wet stripe up the underside of him, balls to tip. his mouth drops open at the feeling of your warm tongue, then you’re taking his cock in your mouth and sucking hard.

you can hear his nails scratching at the wood of the door as he scrambles for purchase; something, anything to ground himself as your head bobs up and down on his cock. 

the doorknob rattles once more, then falls silent. you pull off with a ‘pop’ and smile up at him.

“good boy, lan. so good.”

his eyes are still shut tight, but a small, proud smile appears on his face at the praise. you reward him by returning to his cock, trying to suppress your gag reflex each time he hits the back of your throat. 

he’s assumed he’s allowed to be loud now, breathy moans leaving his perfect lips as he throws his head back, overwhelmed by pleasure.

an idea pops into your head and your mouth is moving before you can contain it, pulling off him to rest your cheek against his flushed tip. 

“why don’t you film this, honey?” 

lando’s eyes fly open, taken aback by your suggestion.

“yeah,” you’re rolling the idea around in the back of your mind.

you decide you like it and you want to keep going, “get your phone out, lando; let’s film this for the next girl you go out with. show her how to make you come like i do, yeah?” 

he’s shaking like a leaf, poor thing, but you don’t let up. one hand comes up to stroke just the base of his cock, knuckles brushing against your cheek as you do so.

“i mean, you’re moving on from me. if you fuck her, you should at least come in her, right, honey? so let’s help her learn. give her a lesson on how to treat you properly, lan.”

you’re pretty convinced your words are going in one ear and going out the other. he seems more focussed on not busting prematurely to properly take in what you’re saying.

you’ve had enough of his disobedience.

“lando, do you want to come?”

it’s not so much a question as it is a threat, and lando recognises it, eyes flying open as your words finally get through the thick fog of pleasure. 

he nods desperately, tears pricking at his eyes again. what a crybaby.

“yes— fuck, yes, please; don’t just leave me here!” 

it’s not illogical for him to be so worried; you can recall many a party in the past, just like this one, where you’d left him hard and leaking on a whim. 

you pull your hand away now and he chases after it with his hips before whining, defeated.

“get your fucking phone out, lando.” 

he fumbles around in his pants pocket for his phone and passes it to you obediently. you reward him with another kiss to his cock. he shudders at the contact.

staring at his lockscreen, you type in the passcode he’d had during your relationship— your birthday—, not necessarily expecting it to work. the screen slides up and you find yourself on his homescreen. 

“i thought you were moving on, honey. what’s this?”

blush coats his cheeks as he glances away from you and the unlocked phone you hold in your hand.

“i haven’t changed it yet. was gonna… just got used to it.”

how cute. 

“you wanna be good for me? you wanna help your girl learn?”

he nods again, though he’s slower to agree, like he doesn’t like everything what you’re saying. it’s funny; how he thinks his opinion matters. 

you start off jerking him slowly, watching as he draws his lip between his teeth, his hands shaking as he struggles to press record. you hear the little ding sound and the flash shines in your eyes as he finally starts filming, and you feel yourself get wetter than you should at the knowledge that you’re on camera. 

you start by mouthing slowly at his head, enjoying how much he struggles to maintain any semblance of composure. he squirms as your tongue passes over his tip, hands flexing as he fights the incessant urge to rush you. 

you know the exact moment his patience runs out; he pushes his hips forward, forcing himself past your lips. you glare up at him from the base of his pelvis, mouth split open by his thick cock, but don’t make any move to stop and scold him. 

instead, you take it in stride, taking a deep breath through your nose before pulling off almost all the way, then back down again. lando lets out a heavy sigh as your mouth moves around him, warm and hot.

you glance up and notice the phone drifting off-course, filming more of the bathtub than you, so you stop, balls-deep, and frown at him through the camera until he gets the memo. when he points it back at your face, you smile as best you can, wide-eyed and innocent like this is something casual for you, before returning to the task at hand.

he keens at you and thrusts his hips forward, desperate, and you gag as he hits the back of your throat. this earns him a hard swat to the thigh, to which he babbles out a, “sorry, fuck-,” before you take him even deeper.

you take his free hand and hold it against your neck, pushing his palm flat against the bulge that appears as his cock slides down your throat over and over. 

“oh fuck- oh my god...”

his cock twitches in your mouth as he feels you take him entirely.

you kind of regret the whole filming thing now; you can’t see his pretty face anymore when you glance up, just a blinding light in your face and a dark lens staring at you. 

he’s squirming more and more, and you know he’s close; he’s getting so loud. his moans are becoming more choked as he nears his peak, and he sets the phone down with a slam against the marble countertop; his hands fly down to grip at your hair. you almost think to stop and tell him off, but this is a special occasion, you suppose. 

“fuck, please let me come; please, please,” he begs you.

you pull off him just enough to murmur at his tip, “i don’t know, honey. do you deserve it?” 

he nods pathetically, pushing his hips forward to get the slightest bit of stimulation from you, ignoring the sensitivity of your lips mouthing at his head.

you decide to be cruel. 

a sob escapes him as you lean back on your heels, away from him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

“but what about your girl, lando?” 

you glance towards his phone, abandoned on the edge of the sink, probably still rolling. 

“fuck, she’s not my girl; i don’t care about her. fuck her- fuckin’- please!”

your head tilts to the side, and your eyes drift up, pretending to think about it. 

“mm, no. that’s not very fair to her, is it?”

the tears start up again; this time out of frustration. his brain isn’t working nearly hard enough for him to think of what the right thing to say is. instead, when he opens his mouth, what comes out is a pitiful, ragged gasp. 

“what are you gonna do to convince me you deserve it, lan? ‘cause… i don’t think you’re doing a very good job of it right now.”

his eyes squeeze shut as he racks his brain for what you want to hear. 

“move back in with me. i’ve missed you so bad, angel— fuck!”

you thumb swipes over his leaking slit, smearing precome over his sensitive head. still not good enough. he hisses and whines again.

“please-, i can’t live without you. i need you. i need you, angel!“ 

his lip is raw from biting down on it, his lashes wet from crying. 

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i was wrong; i was so wrong to end it! i miss you all the time, i regret it every day; i’m so sorry, please come back, please, please-“

you hum, finally satisfied with his grovelling, and hollow your cheeks as you take all of him in your mouth again. hands in your hair holding you in place, lando’s hips take over as he chases his own pleasure, bucking forward, forcing his cock down your throat. your jaw goes slack and you finally allow him take what he wants from you; just a hole for him to empty his balls in. 

“thank you, thank you, thank you-“ he’s babbling as he gets closer, like he always does, “fuck, angel; love you, thank you, love you-”

he finally comes with a broken cry, hot come spurting in your mouth. his hips don’t stop, prolonging his orgasm for as long as possible after months of being unable to. your pussy clenches on nothing as he pulses against your tongue.

you manage to swallow half of his seed, coating your mouth in the bitter taste of him. the other half oozes out of the corners of your mouth, and you jerk your head to the side to avoid getting any on your dress. his cock slides out of your mouth easily, leaving a soreness in the back of your throat when you swallow.

you look up at lando. his legs are shaking and his eyes are trained on you, following your every movement like a dog would it’s master. 

“such a good boy, lan. come here, honey.” 

at your command, he slides down to the ground to meet you, and when his knees settle against your own, you kiss him finally. 

a relieved whine escapes him as he melts into your touch, shoulders sagging and body leaning towards yours. he’s kissing you desperately, trying to communicate months of dissatisfaction with his tongue as he pushes it into your mouth, running along your teeth. his hands grab at the front of your dress, trying to pull you closer, ever closer. 

he tilts his head down and away from you, so your lips end up on his cheek. you open your mouth to complain until you feel his tongue dart out and licks up his own come from your chin. you smile against his stubble. maybe he hasn’t lost all his manners after all.

his mouth returns to yours and the taste gets mixed in with your saliva and his. you can’t help but moan as everything familiar sinks in, and you realise lando’s back. he's here, with you. emboldened by your noises, his teeth nip at your lip; not hard enough to draw blood, but not softly either. his arm sneaks around your waist, settling at your hip. 

it stays there for not even five seconds.

he trails it slowly down, drawing little patterns on your thigh as he edges towards your cunt, trying to be inconspicuous. you only notice subconsciously his fingers dancing along your panties, light against the wet spot right on the front of them, or your hips canting up, aching for him to touch you like he used to do. 

your hands fly up to either side of his face as lando pulls your panties to the side and pushes his index in in one go. his mouth stills against yours once he’s buried up to the knuckle, waiting for you to stop him. when you don’t show any signs of wanting to, he curls his finger up tentatively. a sigh leaves your lips as even just one of his fingers fills you up in the way you’re used to.

taking your sounds as permission to continue, he pushes his tongue back past your lips as he drives his thick finger in and out of your sopping wet pussy. his teeth clack against yours as he swallows down all the noises you’re making. 

he pulls out suddenly, and his mouth leaves yours again; this time to take his slick-covered finger in his mouth, tongue swirling around his knuckle as he licks up every trace of you. you pant heavily, taking the opportunity to catch your breath as you watch him with half-lidded eyes, on his knees in front of you. your tongue runs over your swollen bottom lip, feeling every mark left by his teeth, and your pussy clenches, wanting him back in her now. 

you reach out for him, and his hand drops from his mouth as you near. you pull him towards you by the chin, tapping at his lips— still wet from a mix of your slick and his saliva— when you're happy with how close he is.

his jaw hangs open on command, and his eyes dart down to your lips expectantly. pleased with his retained obedience, you kiss the tip of his nose gently before prying his mouth open wider, and spitting. 

he moans happily as his tongue rolls your saliva around his mouth, before he swallows and shows you. 

“mm, such a good boy, aren’t you?” 

you don’t mean to say it out loud, but lando hears all the same. his pupils get impossibly darker, and he all but lunges back at you, pushing you against the side of the tub as he connects your mouths together again. 

your fingers find his hair and pull, earning a desperate whine from him just as his index and middle fingers push back into you with no resistance. his hand starts pumping in and out and you gasp into his open-mouthed kisses, back arching off the porcelain skirt as he hits your g-spot like he never forgot how to. you can feel his hardening cock against your hip, eager to fuck you again after so many months.

as much as you also want that, you tear yourself away from him as the amount of time you two have spent in this bathroom suddenly occurs to you. any longer and either someone will get max to unlock the door because they really need to piss, or max himself will find you as he’s cleaning up the apartment afterwards.

a string of spit connects your mouths still, until your finger comes up and twists itself around it, breaking as it gets too thin. his fingers slip out of you with a wet squelch and your cunt mourns being full already. you push yourself off the ground, brushing your knees of imaginary dirt. lando remains where he is, crumpled on the ground, chest heaving.

“come on, clean yourself up.”

you grab a towel, neatly folded by the sink, and throw it at him. he takes a moment to get to work, but does as you say, rubbing at his face first, then cleaning the excess amounts of your slick off his hand, and finally drying off his spit-covered cock. you smooth your hair down in the mirror, and pull your dress down, trying to look like you haven’t just hooked up with your ex in your friend’s bathroom. 

lando gets up slower than you had, and pulls his trousers back up his hips. another little ding from his phone as he picks it up tells you that, like you had suspected, it had been recording even after lando had tossed it aside.  

“you okay?”

lando sniffs one more time to compose himself, and nods, taking your hand in his as you unlock the door and step out.

there’s no one lingering around the bathroom, thank god— they would surely ask what the two of you were doing in there, but as you make your way through to the living room where everyone else is, you don’t miss the shocked looks the two of you get from the other partygoers, each of whom knows about your messy breakup. 

“lando! i’ve been looking for…” max’s sentence dies off in his throat as takes notice of who lando’s with. 

“max! isn’t this great? you always throw such a good party; thanks for the invite, babe.”

you let go of lando’s hand to wrap your arms around max’s neck. he hugs you back just a second too slow. 

“hi love. i, uh… i didn’t know this was a thing again?” he gestures to the two of you when you step back to lando’s side. 

lando smiles cockily, an aura of confidence around him, and entwines your hand with his again, the whiny boy in the bathroom completely gone from sight.

“well, we ran into each other earlier and got to talking and, honestly, mate? i didn’t realise how bad i missed my angel.” 

he presses a kiss to the side of your head as he says the last part, making you blush at the attention. max eyes the two of you suspiciously, like he knows something, but shrugs and decides to drop it. 

“well, as long as you’re both happy, i’m happy.” 

you nod eagerly at him, then at lando, who’s doing the same as you. you’re sure you both look goofy as hell, like a couple of bobbleheads.

max looks weirded out. whether it’s from the sudden rebirth of your relationship or the way the two of you are acting, you’re not sure.

you make your escape before things get even more awkward tonight. 

“bye, max! nice to see you again; i’m sure lando can fill you in later! love you!” you push lando in some random direction, speaking quickly so max can’t interrupt. 

his hand raises in a half-arsed wave, and you think you hear an affectionate, “weirdos,” before you’re out of earshot.

taking charge once you’re both around the corner, lando grabs your hand and clears a path to the kitchen, where he rummages around in max’s cupboards for two glasses and pours you a drink before doing the same for himself. 

you take a sip, the first thing you’ve tasted that’s not lando in at least an hour and a half, and sigh happily. he leans against the counters, watching your throat bob as you swallow down the alcohol. 

“you know we’re gonna need to have a proper talk,” you posit, glancing at him over the rim of your glass. 

he nods, a serious expression on his face very unbefitting him.

“and you should probably delete that video.”

lando pretends to think about it, before his face splits with another cheeky smile.

“mm… nah.”

“lando.”

he pulls you in by the waist and presses another kiss to your cheek. he dwells for a second, breathing in your scent before carrying on.

“it’s really hot. i might keep it for when i’m alone at a race and missing you, angel.”

you roll your eyes before realising how happy you are to be falling back into a familiar dynamic with him. lando seems to come to the same realisation at the same time, smiling softly down at you as his arm comes up to rest on your shoulders. 

“will you come over tonight?” he murmurs into your hair. 

you make a face at him, “…what?”

lando shrugs at you like it’s obvious, “saves you having to drive tomorrow morning.” 

“okay… um, remind me again why i’m coming to your place at all tomorrow?”

“well, we have to talk, right? might as well get it out of the way as soon as possible. plus, we wouldn’t have to do it in a bathroom at mine.”

he waggles his eyebrows as he says the last bit, clearly looking forward to continuing where you’d left off earlier. you respond to his confidence with a pat on the arm, and take another sip of your drink.

“let’s just see how the night turns out, okay?” 

it’s not a no, and from the way you catch him grinning into his drink, he knows it just as much as you. 

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