seen from Bulgaria
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f boy charles ??
(sounds fun ngl hehe x)
The Dare That Wasn't Supposed to Matter | C.L16
Summary: He was supposed to fake a proposal for a stupid college dare, until the quiet girl he barely noticed became the one person he couldn't stop thinking about.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, College Setting, Teasing, Mild Sexual Tension, Party Culture, Drinking References, Romantic Manipulation.
toto wolff twt prn links!!
yeah this one is unhinged but i'm working on a piece for him now and i HAD to make this during my brain break.
stuffing your ass with his cum!!
sometimes you can have control
sometimes you have to work for it
toto lovesss your tits
no fr, he LOVES them.
he kisses you like this after a mercedes win
anal is always expected
that hair pull + kiss comboooo
on his yacht:)
when you're not around:(
a while ago I got an ask, and I have to admit the idea for this fanfic has been bouncing around in the back of my mind ever since...
Toto as a cult leader, reader arriving in his little kingdom (of course set in the Austrian Alps), where he leads his flock 😈
one wolf surrounded by nothing but sheep he's happily shepherding 🤭
she's incredibly skeptical of the whole cult and of him... but, over time, she starts coming around. not to his teachings, though — more to what's in his pants 🤭🫦
liam lawson twt prn links!!
i have been so horny over this man y'all have no fucking idea
in his raptor<3
an ass man
like rabbits
as deep as he can go
rage bait got to him
what he sends you while he's away
kitten licks
lights out, panties off.
mdni!! all of this is smut. my formula 2 + formula e hornyposting acc is @zaneshandtattoo if you want more content:) sry, none of my pitwallprincess works were saved
drivers:
nothing here yet!!
muti:
nothing here either!!
p links:
liam lawson
toto wolff
“Everyone Thinks You’re Too Soft For Me.”
Ollie Bearman x Reader
Synopsis :
He is soft, sweet, nice… too soft.
She’s hard, confident, bossy, loud… too hard.
Is he?
Is she?
Are they?
Warnings : Mature content, MDNI, explicit language and descriptions, rough and mean, domination. Do not read if you are not comfortable.
Author’s note : This one-shot is very explicit. Please do not read it if you’re not comfortable with this type of content.
I also have other one-shots that are much calmer, sweeter and fluffier if you prefer that :)
I only write for characters, celebrities, drivers, etc. who are above 18 years old (the age of majority in France).
This text was fully written by me, but corrected by AI for better understanding. My English is good but not perfect.
Hope you enjoy!
——— ——— ———
People never understood them.
She was Toto Wolff’s daughter.
Loud.
Confident.
The kind of girl who walked into a party and owned every conversation within ten minutes.
No filter.
No shame.
Pretty in a way that made people stare and then pretend they weren’t.
Sexy in a way that made other girls nervous.
Ollie was the opposite.
Quiet smiles.
Soft British accent.
Always polite.
Always kind.
The one who stayed behind after media duties to thank the engineers properly.
The one who sat with data sheets long after everyone else had left for dinner.
Funny in a gentle way.
Friendly to everyone.
They looked wrong together.
People said it all the time.
“He’s too soft for her.”
“She’s going to eat him alive.”
“How does that even work?”
She never corrected them.
Neither did he.
⸻
Tonight was no different.
Another post-race party in Monaco.
Music too loud.
Champagne everywhere.
She was already three drinks deep, laughing with a group of people she barely knew, one hand on someone’s arm while she told a story that made half the circle blush.
Ollie was still at the hotel.
Laptop open.
Telemetry from the last stint.
Notes for the debrief tomorrow.
She texted him at 1:14 a.m.
are you still working
His reply came three minutes later.
yes. come home when you’re ready.
She smiled at the screen.
Everyone thought he was the soft one.
They had no idea.
⸻
She kicked her heels off the second the hotel door closed.
The suite was quiet.
Only the soft glow of the desk lamp where he sat.
He looked up.
Still in a plain black hoodie.
Hair a little messy.
Eyes calm.
“Had fun?”
She walked straight to him, climbing into his lap without asking.
“Everyone thinks you’re too nice for me.”
His hands settled on her hips.
Steady.
Already possessive.
“I know.”
“They think I run circles around you.”
“You do. Outside.”
She laughed, a little drunk, a little mean.
“And inside?”
He didn’t smile.
He just looked at her the way he only ever looked at her when the door was locked and no one else existed.
“Inside you listen.”
⸻
He stood, lifting her with him like she weighed nothing.
Carried her to the bedroom.
Set her down on the edge of the bed and stepped back.
“Clothes off.”
Not a request.
She raised an eyebrow, still playful.
“Make me.”
Something dark flickered in his eyes.
The soft boy everyone knew disappeared.
He stepped forward, grabbed her jaw, and kissed her hard enough that she tasted the warning.
When he pulled back, his voice was lower.
“I said clothes off. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
She stripped.
Slowly.
Watching him the whole time.
He never looked away.
When she was naked he nodded once.
“On the bed. On your knees. Face the headboard.”
She obeyed.
Because this was the part no one saw.
The part where the confident daughter of Toto Wolff became quiet.
Where the girl who talked without taboo waited for permission to speak.
He came up behind her.
Hands sliding over her waist, her stomach, between her legs.
She was already wet.
He hummed, almost pleased.
“Look at you. Out there acting like you own every room you walk into… and here you’re dripping before I’ve even touched you properly.”
Two fingers pushed inside her without warning.
She gasped.
He didn’t give her time to adjust.
Just fucked her with them steadily, thumb pressing against her clit in lazy circles while his other hand gripped the back of her neck.
“You spent the whole night being loud for other people,” he murmured against her ear. “Now you’re going to be quiet for me. Understand?”
She nodded.
He pulled his fingers out and slapped her lightly between the legs.
Not hard.
Just enough to sting.
“Use your words.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
She swallowed.
“…Yes, Ollie.”
He kissed the side of her neck, soft.
Then bit down.
“Good girl.”
⸻
He took his time undressing.
She stayed on her knees, listening to the quiet sounds of fabric, the soft thud of his hoodie hitting the floor.
When he climbed onto the bed behind her, she felt the heat of him immediately.
Hard.
Thick.
Already leaking against the small of her back.
He didn’t push in yet.
Just ran the head of his cock through her wetness, over and over, teasing until her thighs started to shake.
“You want it?”
“Yes.”
“How badly?”
She tried to push back.
His hand landed on her hip, firm, stopping her completely.
“Use your words, baby. I know you know how.”
Her voice came out smaller than usual.
“I want you to fuck me. Hard. Please.”
He leaned over her, chest against her back, mouth at her ear.
“That’s better.”
Then he sank into her in one slow, deliberate thrust.
All the way.
She choked on a moan.
He stayed still for a second, letting her feel every inch.
“Still think I’m soft?” he asked quietly.
She shook her head.
He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in.
The sound of skin on skin filled the room.
He set a brutal pace almost immediately.
Deep.
Hard.
Controlled.
One hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.
“This is what you need, isn’t it?” he said between thrusts, voice still calm even while he fucked her like he was angry. “All that noise outside… and the second we’re alone you just want someone to shut you up and use you properly.”
She whimpered.
He pulled her head back by the hair so she had to arch.
“Answer me.”
“Yes— fuck— yes—”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I need it—”
He groaned softly, almost sweet, and drove into her harder.
“I know you do. I’ve always known.”
⸻
He flipped her onto her back without warning.
Pinned her wrists above her head with one hand.
Kept fucking her deep and steady while his free hand wrapped loosely around her throat.
Not choking.
Just holding.
Reminding her who was in control.
“Look at me.”
She did.
His eyes were soft even while his hips snapped forward without mercy.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” he murmured. “All that confidence gone. Just my good girl taking everything I give her.”
The praise mixed with the roughness made her clench around him.
He noticed.
Smiled.
“There it is. You love when I’m mean to you, don’t you?”
She nodded desperately.
He leaned down and kissed her, slow and deep, while he kept pounding into her.
When he pulled back his voice was quieter.
Almost tender.
“I love you like this. I love that no one else gets to see it.”
She came hard, shaking under him, wrists still pinned, his name falling from her mouth in broken pieces.
He didn’t stop.
Just slowed enough to let her ride it out, then started building again, deeper, rougher.
“One more,” he said against her mouth. “You’re going to give me one more before I fill you up. Can you do that for me?”
She nodded, already oversensitive, already crying a little from how good it felt.
He kissed the tears away.
Then fucked her through the second orgasm until she was trembling and incoherent.
Only then did he let go.
He buried himself as deep as he could and came with a low, broken sound against her neck, holding her so tightly it almost hurt.
⸻
Afterwards he stayed inside her for a long time.
Kissing her forehead.
Her cheeks.
The corner of her mouth.
Soft again.
The boy everyone thought they knew.
He cleaned her up carefully.
Brought her water.
Pulled her against his chest under the covers and stroked her hair like she was something precious.
She was still floating when he spoke.
Quiet.
“They can keep thinking I’m too soft for you.”
She smiled against his skin.
“I like it that way.”
He kissed the top of her head.
“Me too.”
Outside, the party was probably still going.
Inside, she was exactly where she belonged.
Under him.
Quiet.
Listened to.
And completely his.
Alas. A late birtdhay gift to @bcollisons63 NSFW WARNING. THIS IS SMUT!!!
Tags Slight Degradation sub/dom play I dont know how to tag actually.. ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊⊱·✶·⊰₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊⊱·✶·⊰₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊⊱·✶·⊰₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ Post R
i tried my best are you proud of me?
one shot 617 words VERY short readting time ~4 minutes
THINK I NEED SOMEONE OLDER
2023!OSCAR x OLDER WOMAN!PR MANAGER!READER
summary: oscar falls in love with his pr manager and makes a rushed decision on the night of the 2023 qatar gp. luckily, everything works out.
warnings: 18+ smut MDNI, age gap (22 & 37), inappropriate work place relationship (driver & pr manager), riding, slight dacryphilia, hickies, sub!oscar, dom!reader, reader is said as ‘she’ the whole time mainly because i was having a whole fight with myself over if it should be you or she and then got mad and settled with she.. idk what else just poorly written smut tbh.
authors note: saw ashferr’s drawings and the idea popped in like an evil little wizard casting a spell on me.. also this is VERY rushed so it’s not that good..
drawing creds: @ashferr (seriously these are glorious and I hope you don’t mind me using them!) - (go show their art some love!!!)
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