#bon's thoughts

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at this point, i might become a grid bunny with how much i need all of them 🤞🤞🤞🤞

the anon who said about reader being some of the driver's secret was cooking, honestly

but imagine reader being a grid bunny and just like,,,,,

everyone taking turns at her. everyone knows her. god, even the reporters sometimes get their turns on her when they ask the drivers the right questions?? and them fucking her completely mad when they're being bothered by inconvenient questions???

and the public doesn't bat an eye at how the same girl seems to hop from garage to garage bcs she is such a good friend of the drivers!!!

bonus points if she is a reporter herself.

btw i'm ovulating, sorry, my mind doesn't stop. i just--- need them so bad it's unhealthy.

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DO NOT APOLOGIZE STOP THIS IS GOLD

bon's thoughts (18+)

imagine pissing off one of the drivers bc the questions are so clearly stacked against them, personally id shit on charles for fun and praise max right at his face (think of austria 2019 LMFAO) and as soon as I pass by the garage by myself, imma need charles to drag me off to his room to fuck me hard and teach me my place.

charles would be the quickest to use a reporter as a stress relief, that man is drowning in his own depression youre just a fleshlight to him.

max would be softer now that he's a dad, he'd be cocky and might just shut you down in interviews but he'd be gentle in almost a mocking way because he knows if you're in the arms of anyone else, they're gonna stuff your cunt till you're shaking and sobbing.

lewis who'd usually treat you like a princess just listened to what charles said and that man has you in a chokehold, slapping your tits as his hips snap against your ass. he wont say anything, he'll be dead quiet but you'll be screaming your lungs out with the amount of times he's gonna make you cum.

oscars chill, definitely would be the type to give your cunt some rest but because of your stupid questions sometimes he'll make you suck his cock and if you're not doing a good job, he'll shove his whole length down your throat and merely go "tsk tsk tsk you can do better than that love."

lando hates your ass for trying to make it seem like he's falling off or whatever the media's doing to him and he's probably second to charles with how they're fucking you roughly, his thick cock sliding into your ass as he's filming you on his phone, talking about how much of a slut you are and how everyone should see how you're so quick to melt as soon as someone's cock is inside you

call me a fucking slut (bc i am one) but imagine pissing off toto wolff with some dumbass question and so now that beast of a man is having you on the ground, spread out for him, his thick cock sliding along your folds as you're whimpering at the size of him.

tsk tsk tsk if only you kept your pretty little mouth shut baby.

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Hello! I'm pretty sure I saw you post a Ryland Grace fic?? (I think, my goodness, it would be embarrassing if I hallucinated that)

Anyway, I wanted to know what your thoughts are on BloodyMary!! I know you do a lot of x reader stuff, but I love this ship so much and I just need to know your thoughts.

YES OMG I have a part 2 of that in the works in addition to a fluffier piece- you're not hallucinating you're in the right place!!! I have a few not-x-reader reqs in the works too- trying to balance doing the reqs and writing purely self indulgent stuff LOL

I haven't seen Iron Lung yet, but from what I hear (and what I know of the video game plot), I think bloodymary has a lot of yandere/codependent potential, depending on when the two meet. If they meet after the events of both films somehow, they're going to be wary of each other to differing degrees. Grace started out with people he trusted only to be betrayed and left to die. The Prisoner knew he was expendable before he dared to hope for companionship and was also betrayed. I think they could end up being a sort of trauma bonded paranoid couple at first, both of them too afraid to leave the other alone, and perhaps they could heal together. Maybe they could find solace in each other and spend their days traveling and exploring on their own terms.

I really gotta watch Iron Lung SOMEBODY WATCH IT WITH ME

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Hi!! David thought coming in, what about when reader has a stressed day so he decided to help her relax a bit? Could either be with his fingers just softly coaxing an orgasm to help her or something fluffy like using his big strong body to help ground her by cuddling and maybe playing with her hair? (Could work for Clark or David himself really!)

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i haven’t written anything for clark omg this is my time to shine!

bon’s thoughts (18+)

“hey honey, i got di- oh…” clark stopped halfway through his sentence when he noticed the way you sulked into your apartment. he frowned, poking his head out of the kitchen to see you plop onto the couch, pinching the bridge of your nose. he sighed, walking over to where you were spreading out, your feet propped against the armchair.

“tough day at work, huh?” he cracked half a grin, gently taking those constricting heels off your aching feet. he squeezed his palms over your heels, gently massaging the sore flesh as you nodded your head, a pathetic whine falling from your lips.

“i just need a break,” you groaned, arms thrown over your head in a dramatic fashion. you heard clark chuckle lowly, a deep rumble in his chest as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your knee,

“i made you dinner,” he exclaimed, but you were too busy wallowing in your miserable day to properly respond. a small 'hmph' was heard in the silence of the living room and clark shook his head with a smile. just as he was about to walk away, you called out to him,

"hey, didn't you say that you needed someone to read your draft?" you lifted your head from the couch and clark shrugged,

"yeah, but honey, it's okay. you've had a long day-"

"no, no, let me read!" you sat up, hand outstretched. he knew that look on your face, you weren't gonna let him give you a moment's rest until you read his draft. he walked over to the table, snatching the stapled papers and handing it back to you,

"just a quick read, skim over it and let me know if it's good or not." he didn't want you to stress yourself too much; you were always critical of his work, and as much as he loved your critiques, right now you needed to relax. he sat down on the floor besides your legs, giving your thigh a quick smooch as he gazed up at the gorgeous girl. he had that puppy dog look in his eyes, the one that always made your knees weak. as you read through the paper slowly, clark saw you raise your finger.

oh no.

here she is with her critiques.

he liked to pride himself with writing fantastic papers, but every time you pointed something out, of course he'd get a little embarrassed and frustrated. his biggest dream was to one day write a fantastic rough draft without a word from you. he grumbled under his breath, listening to you ramble on when he got a cheeky idea in his head. he smirked, fingers trailing up your thigh.

"are you listening?" you asked behind the paper, "i feel like you're not-"

"i'm listening, doll," clark cooed, exhaling deeply as he watched his fingers dance up and under your pencil skirt. he saw the way you stiffened for a second and couldn't help but smile. "just tell me if i did good or not."

he heard your snort, causing him to slide his fingers up and down your clothed cunt teasingly, head resting on your lap like he was some innocent lamb that would never do anything wrong.

"clark..." you inhaled, sharply which only made him press his fingers a little more insistently.

"is it good?" he whispered, waiting for your response.

"y-yeah, it's alright."

"alright?" clark scoffed, feigning offense, "no, no, honey it can never just be alright!" and he pulled your panties to the side, slowly circling your clit. you gasped, hips bucking slightly under the pressure. "is it good?"

"y-yeah..." you nodded your head, tossing the paper to the side. you threw your head back when he pushed a finger inside your wet hole, curling it in just the right spot.

"you gotta say the whole thing, baby," he cooed, moving to kneel between your legs. one of his hands trailed up your body, gently unbuttoning your blouse.

"i-it's good... it's perfect, actually," you whispered, biting back a moan when he pushed another finger inside. god, he was gonna be the death of you. he smirked, feeling pretty triumphant as he picked up his pace. he cupped your face, leaning in for a kiss while his fingers never stopped their ministrations. he loved seeing you like this, and when he worked you to your orgasm, he smiled as you shuddered, mouth falling open and your breath against his mouth. the rough draft was long forgotten as he carried you off to the bedroom with that big grin on his face.

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Thoughts on reader in a glory hole used by multiple drivers?

bon's thoughts (18+)

this is just gonna be a rant because now i cant stop thinking this is GRID BUNNY CORE. i think about sebastian vettel going "where are the grid girls?!?!" and this is it LMFAO.

no one knows about your identity, you're just there with the promise of a good pay. you're not interested in the drivers, nor are they necessarily interested in you. but god, whenever they were in the paddock, all they could talk about was how good your cunt was.

first person to use you is definitely going to be lewis hamilton, he's the one who even suggested the idea. you cannot convince me that the man isn't freaky like that. he's very gentle with you, praising you for being able to take everyone so well.

max likes to hear you beg. he wants to hear you begging him. everything's so easy for him anyway, he wants a good challenge to test him like this.

oscar's sweet self is definitely making sure you cum before him, and he's even ok if he doesn't cum. he just awkwardly says hi to your cunt, and you're giggling saying hi back even though he can't see your face.

lando's probably really quiet, but when you finally snap and say ok am i fucking a ghost or what? he's smiling like an idiot and he's talking you through the process, "you like it when i fuck you like this, yeah?"

carlos has no idea what was going on until lando told him about it and so he decides to try for himself. seeing you like that, spread out for him, he's chuckling to himself and saying he could get definitely get used to do this. his thrusts are always slow and deep because he wants to be the one you think about the most.

too bad, charles is one upping him. charles doesn't really show up to the glory hole as much as the others because he likes to think he's better than everyone. and then ferrari will mess up a race and he's shoving everyone to the side, demanding to use you as a means to get rid of his frustration. he's definitely overstimulating you, making you cry and beg as he's pushing you to your 4th orgasm in just minutes of him getting started.

daniel ricciardo would have cracked jokes, 100% would've cracked jokes the entire time, and you're always moaning in between laughs. he's definitely grabbing your as he fucks you, he's definitely an ass man.

and because i mentioned sebastian earlier im going to include sebastian bc i love seb to death, this man found out second because of lewis and he was instantly so happy and excited. he's also praising you, but his words straight filth, "ah, im so glad this little whore's so excited about taking my cock, your pussy's perfect around me. forget about eating at a fancy restaurant, im eating you out for the next day!"

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dark ex!husband charles OOOOO someone hold me down yo

WAIT YOU'RE COOKING

bon's dark thoughts (18+)

stop why would you send me this? hello??? i could imagine the way he was pleading to you, tears streaming down his face as he begged you not to leave him! he was willing to spend time with you, willing to do anything for you and then you - the cruel heartless bitch that you were - still left! ugh, how could you?

you thought leaving to a different city would've helped you restart your life but instead, you found yourself feeling uneasy. you could've sworn when you were shopping the other day that you saw that familiar tuft of hair behind the aisle. or when you noticed a ring on your doorstep that was very similar to the one you've seen on charles' finger all the time.

it started to increase only as the days passed - frantic letters proclaiming his love for you, all your favorite flowers and snacks. and it only pissed you off more because only one person knew about these things - charles fucking leclerc, your ex-husband. maybe you were going overboard with these things, but you personally made it your mission to make a specific show of destroying everything he was offering you. you even changed your phone number and that bastard STILL managed to leave his countless voicemails,

"ma belle, i know you miss me!" he'd coo over the phone as if nothing had happened, as if you hadn't left him for good and in your past.

one night, you had gone out with your friends to the club, deciding to let yourself go for the time being, dancing with some men you had just met. if only you knew what you had just done, the absolute rage charles felt seeing his lovely girl trying to move on past him. he broke into your house later, waiting for you like a wolf about to pounce on his prey.

no sooner did you arrive back home with a yawn, lazily slipping your heels off, he crawled out of the shadows and tackled you to the floor. he didn't even give you the courtesy and comfort of a bed, his fury knowing no bounds as his hand wrapped around your throat, his face inches from yours.

"putain de salope," he snarled, the cold rings on his fingers pressing insistently against your racing pulse, squeezing just enough to make you gasp for air, "how dare you...? how dare you try to move on from me, after all the times i've spent trying win you back. does your dumb fucking brain not understand? no, no you're just a little slut aren't you? ma petite salope, you're going to regret ever fucking with me..."

he tore at your clothes, ignoring your screams. he flipped you onto your stomach, your face pressed against the floor. his free hand delivered harsh smacks against your ass, watching the flesh jiggle. he grabbed a handful, squeezing roughly as he ground his clothed crotch against the cleft of your ass.

"oh, fuck," he whispered, closing his eyes. he leaned down, trailing his lips against the back of your neck as you continued to squirm, "oh, mon ange, i forgot how good you used to feel... how... how perfect you are."

his teeth brushed against your flesh, almost a low warning as his hand traveled down your spine before delivering another harsh smack against your ass. he watched your flesh redden, bruising against his assault. he licked his fingers, wrapping his arm around your waist to circle your clit, massaging the bud until he deemed you were aroused enough. your body betrayed your protests, your cries falling on deaf ears as he began to undo his belt.

the room was flooded with the sound of his hips snapping against yours, his fingers digging into your mouth as his rings clashed against your teeth, silencing your pathetic noises.

"you're going to be mine," he snarled, "you're not going to leave me, not until i'm sure your belly is filled with my cum." he groaned, head falling forward as he pressed a firm kiss to your back, nipping at your skin, "going to fuck you so good, mon ange, going to make sure you have my kids... that's all you wanted, no? you wanted a family, we'll have a family now. going to fill you up again and again, my cum will be in you for days, now."

needless to say, he wasn't your ex husband anymore after this...

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bon's thoughts (18+) a/n: just realized i havent written for maxie in a while!

sugardaddy!max verstappen sits next to you, across from the professor of your class . your parents are out in another country so they cannot make it. you had been caught cheating (again) and your professor had let it slide the first time because max insisted on giving him some money to excuse your stupidity. but the second time, it seemed that nothing could budge your professor. max glances over to you, seeing the way your arms are crossed and you're dazing off to the distance without a care in the world.

the professor is willing to excuse you again as long as max doubles the amount of money he paid last time, and max's jaw drops. he clenches his fists before nodding his head, "fine... fine, i'll pay again." and he hates the way you're smiling.

when you get back to his house, he carries you to the bedroom and flips you onto his lap, smacking your ass as you cry out, "what'd i do?"

"what did you do? you waste my money like this! all i ask of you is to just get a decent grade, but you're just so lazy you won't put any work!" he continues to lay blows on your ass, watching the way it reddens with each smack. when he's deemed it's enough, he tosses you onto the bed and yanks your clothes off of you. he laughs in your face, "fuck? already wet? such a slut for me aren't you?"

he spits on your cunt, letting his cock run along your folds before pushing into you in one thrust. he grips your waist and begins to set a brutal pace, loving the way you're already arching your back and screaming as he continues, "i should just never let you go to college. not like you're doing anything useful there anyway. you should be my personal cum dump, that's all you're good for, fuck!" he groans out loud, rubbing your clit as your pussy clenches at his words. "getting wetter at my words? why am i not surprised, schat? you're such a whore, i don't expect anything less from you."

you whine out loud when he pulls out of you to paint your tits with his cum, "you pass a test without cheating and then i'll let you cum. for fuck's sake, acting like i'm going to reward you after the shit you do." he rolls his eyes, grabbing his clothes and walking out of the room.

he's more than happy to have his girl ride his cock once you get a good grade on the next test, and he doesn't stop letting you cum. again, and again and again. "you asked for this," he laughs, watching you squirm, trying to get off of him but he slams your hips right back down onto his cock, "come on schatje, i thought you wanted this? i need to reward my girl, she actually decided to do good on her test for once!"

the entire night is filled with your screams and his cum stuffing you full.

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bon thoughts (18+)

sugardaddy!Lewis Hamilton that is nothing but the best. he buys you expensive clothes, helps pay for college, buys you tickets to wherever you want to go during the small college breaks you get, he even is nice enough to check on your grades, making sure you’re not falling behind while he’s spoiling you!

and you do everything you can to study hard and graduate from college, Lewis makes sure you do because he always values success in everyone, not just the girl he dotes on and fucks silly.

i guess the college grind got the best of you, because now you’re ignoring his calls, never texting him about what you’re doing nor are you showing up to all the cute dates he had set up. But you are taking his money. A hi baby, how are you text is left on read but that check of 3,000 dollars is always taken graciously. and Lewis doesn’t like that… not one bit.

so the next time you do come around to visit him, he has you bent over the bed, fucking you so hard that your brain can barely handle the sensations you were going through. you were mush, and he snakes his hand around your waist to rub fast circles on your clit, enjoying the way you squirmed and squeaked, “you know baby, i thought you cared about me as much as I care for you!”

“next time, i might stop paying for your housing, i’ll keep you in my house and have my balls deep inside you… maybe then you’ll acknowledge me, hm?”

“i-i-‘m sorry, I d-didn’t mean to, I got carried away!” you whine, burying your face in a pillow.

“mhm, sure baby, i’ll see how carried away you get when you live with me…”

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bon's thoughts (18+)

charles' second mistake was breaking up with his girlfriend. out of a due sense of morality, he wanted to tell his girlfriend the whole truth. he was cheating on her with someone that worked on sky sports tv. the initial shock subsided into screaming that he deserved very much. he stood there with a clenched jaw, hands behind his back as he waited for her to calm down. yet, the entire time his thoughts were occupied with the woman who caused the mess he was in.

charles' first mistake was meeting you. the charismatic, enchanting woman whose laugh flooded the paddock and brought a tinge of crimson on his cheeks when he did an interview or walked by. his eyes only trained on your movements, the way you'd tilt your head back and bring a hand to cover your mouth as you burst into giggles at a comment your coworker whispered into your ear. the way you'd push past charles, bringing a hand to his chest before stalking over to carlos with a wide grin and pulling the spaniard into a hug. charles was lucky enough a couple times to see carlos and you sneaking out the garage and into his drivers' room for a quick fuck, your lips swallowing his as he hurriedly pressed your back against the door. you'd disappear from sight, but charles still remembered your noises, the sound of honey dripping right into his ears.

curiosity did kill the cat, however. a lesson he learned the very hard way because as he hovered on top of you, your legs wrapped around his waist with his thick cock stretching out your pretty little cunt, all he could think about was how carlos would be leaving at the end of the season. how you'd follow him to the wililams' garage and he would no longer have any excuse to linger besides you whenever the opportunity came. he wouldn't hear your giggles, wouldn't hear your eloquent words with the microphone leaning towards him during those small interviews. he wouldn't hear your soft gasps when he first pressed you up against the wall in his room, cupping your face as he pulled you into a tight kiss, not wanting to waste his breathe on anyone else other than you. wouldn't hear your whines when he'd tap the tip of his cock against your puffy clit, watching you squirm and beg for him to fill you up and he'd merely tut his tongue and chuckle at how desperate you were for him. and he certainly wouldn't hear the words "i love you" falling from your lips when you'd shatter in his arms.

because you never did say those words to him. that was only reserved for carlos, and he knew he shouldn't feel this way, but all he ever wanted since the day he laid eyes on you was to make you his. to make you understand that carlos didn't deserve you. and the one time he accidentally let the words slip when he shot ropes of his cum inside you, he remembered the way you stilled immediately. your brows furrowing as you instantly sat up and pushed him away.

it took him weeks to get you to talk to him again, he was so desperate for any morsel of attention from you. he'd follow you and carlos around the paddock, hoping that you'd at least glance at his way just for a second. it wasn't until he was on his knees, crying and pleading for forgiveness and that he wouldn't say dumb stuff like that anymore did you let him in. he remembered the way you rolled your eyes and sat on the edge of the bed with an indifferent expression as he crawled over to you and rested his head on your lap. your scent, your warmth, your touch as your hands glided through his hair. he shut his eyes and wrapped his arms around your legs, whispering apologies again and again until his voice was hoarse and dry.

"hey," you snap him out of his trance, your hand shooting out to grab him by the jaw and tilt him to face you, "focus on me, yeah? we only get a few more weeks of this. make use of it."

charles' heart clenches at the reminder of his time with you, and he nods his head. he leans forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his hips snapping against yours at a faster pace. your wanton moans flood his ears as he shuts his eyes and pretends that things can change, that you'll be waiting for him when he opens his apartment door with a grin on your lips and some dog treats for leo. that you'll be there to remind him that he overcooked his pasta, the both of you giggling in the kitchen.

and when you lay on top of him, completely spent and stuffed with his cum, all he can do is press a kiss to your head with tears in his eyes, wishing that every weekend you'd be rooting for him and not the teammate that would be taking everything away from him once he left. he sighs, tracing circles on your back and whispering small praises into your ear.

but as the seconds tick by on the clock, it's almost insufferable how you'll never say what he wants to hear, yet he'll always come back to you.