Oooooo a naughty and sweet series?!? Well, we know Sir Lewis Hamilton can be so so sweet but also so so naughtyâŠ
ofc we have to include lewis! more of the naughty/nice series coming up!
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absolutely spoils you, but not in the ways youâd assume. has vegan pastries delivered to your doorstep each Sunday morning from the bakery around the corner you both love. a fresh bouquet of beautiful seasonal flowers arrive from a local small florist just as youâre getting home from work on tuesday evening. thursday, finally talking after all of his driverly duties, you mention off-hand how you havenât had time to eat all day and heâs immediately asking what youâd like, screen freezing as he taps away - âitâs on itâs way,â he grins over facetime, his own face tired but happy
itâs just really wholesome when heâs home. he doesnât want to go out and party - heâs totally content to stay in, teaching you to play fifa between his games with pierre
would be the ultimate health and fitness motivator - not because he wants you to change, but because he knows how good it will make you feel. heâs happy to have someone tag along on his trips to the gym and to go on evening walks with as the sun sets
has houseplants. gives them names. (i like to think theyâre silly human names like bruce and archie and debby and gertrude)
you wake up to him watching you sleep more than once. âyou just look so peaceful,â he say, brushing hair out of your eyes with a smile
would learn anything for you. a new language? duolingo becomes his bff. cooking? heâll give it a try! horseback riding? chess? rock climbing? sign him up!
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biggest dick on the grid. hands down.
i love to think of him as this fun-loving lover. sex with him can be intense but also all giggly and fumbly and fun
really really likes overwhelming you. has the most fun when your teetering on the edge of being overstimulated, toeing the line between too much and just not enough until youâre begging him for more
likes to get rough, but loves it when youâre rough right back. revels in the pleasure-pain mix of a sharp tug of his hair or a firm smack to his ass
enjoys indulging role play now and again and lets you get as immersed in it as you want. buys the silly maid costume and the cute school girl uniform - he even finds a sexy race car driver one
sends you all of the pictures and videos. heâs probably a little shy to ask at first, but when you agree to filming your bedroom activities, he starts a bit of a library for you to share (and heâd absolutely enjoy re-watching them together too)
All Iâm saying is, Renault Daniel was the main character⊠and no one can tell me any different. I mean he definitely got some, but he could get it if he wanted to. I wouldâve definitely done some filthy stuff to Renault Daniel. Mclaren Daniel is such a dad. Like letâs start a family and get married. Redbull Daniel was the fuckboy who will absolutely ruin your life and you will say âthank you! Will next week work for youâ
youâre 100% right.
rbr dan was an absolute fuck boy. idk what it is about that team, but you get on it and then you get pussy. thatâs it, thatâs the rule. (example: redbull seb.) that was the reckless, pull anyone he wants, drink champagne, party all night, etc., daniel. it was also the daniel, however, that would call you the wrong name in bed (you laugh it off!) and not leave his number when he leaves the hotel room four minutes after cumming.
mclaren daniel is ready for a Wife. heâs ready to win some races, be competitive on track, give it his all, drop a few more rounds of merch to pad his wallet, then heâll retire to follow in the footsteps of nico or jenson and do tv or something until he settles down. mclaren dan is absolutely monogamous and probably keeps a Notes app note filled with Dad jokes to use in the future.
but renault dan? renault dan was hungry. he wanted to win, but more than that he wanted to prove himself capable on and off the track to everyone. renault daniel would edge you for an hour and only made you cum because he wanted you to, because he loved the thrill of being the one to do it. he put the skills that heâd learned at redbull to good use. renault dan is the one that ruins you for all other guys and youâd thank him for it.
pls give me some soft (or very very rough) sex with Toto headcannons in honor of todays events
why not both? (there are more rough than soft but i think thatâs maybe what you wanted anyways đ)
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gets turned on by the domestic stuff. likes seeing you in his clothes, in his kitchen, with his coffee cup in your hand OR wrapped up in his hotel bed sheets, your various pieces of team gear (his team) scattered throughout the room
foreplay is big for him. he likes teasing, likes the build up, likes listening to you sigh in pleasure when he does finally touch
LOVES kissing. would sit and make out on the couch for hours if you asked him to
adores the positions that keep you close - likes it when you ride him sitting up the best because all of you is right there
always showers you with compliments - praises your beauty, intelligence, skill, etc. constantly expresses his love for you
always makes sure you cum first and is the first out of bed to get a warm rag afterwards
wants to fall asleep holding your hand or with his ankles crossed around yours or with his lips pressed to your shoulder - just wants to be close
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possessive to an insane degree. territorial - always wants to remind you (and anyone watching) that youâre his (and prove that heâs yours in return)
loves using his size against you. holds you down, pins your wrists in the grip of one of his hands, smirks as you writhe underneath him (his dick is so big i know it is)
will spank you until you cry but only if youâve asked for it/deserve it
make up sex - or just-got-home-from-a-long-haul-work-trip sex! - is the best sex and you pick stupid fights with him sometimes just to indulge in it. he knows this and plays right into your hand
skillfully (see: methodically) uses praise (or degradation!) against you. he knows exactly how devastating a âgood girlâ or an âoh, sweetheartâ can be
doesnât edge you - he rips every orgasm he can from you, relentlessly and without pause, because heâs addicted to watching you come undone
likes seeing how far he can push you in public. results in fucking in the garages and his very-visible office more than once
in relation to the last point: loves using toys with you/on you. picks up on the new technology shockingly quickly when you order an app-controlled vibe
youâve done it. you have k worded me. those DR headcanons are so perfect (especially the sexting one because this mf uses way too many . for it to be considered sexy) but if you would ever like to elaborate on
could probably get you off with dirty talk alone. he probably doesnât realize heâs running his mouth half the time until you gasp at something particularly filthy that he grins and doubles down on his efforts
i am all đ
thank you love!!
exactly - short, frequent sentences arenât sexy daniel! i want the run-on, misspelled, double-, triple-, quadruple-texts that are just one word exclamations or voice-note moans.
i will happily elaborate!!
like maybe heâs just gotten home after a particularly long trip and neither of you could make it farther than the entry way, your back pressed against the barely-closed front door, his suitcase taking up too much space in the small hallway. he still smells like an airplane and thereâs flour from mixing the still-baking cookies stuck to your cheek, but it doesnât stop you from kissing him like his lips are a lifeline.
he pulls himself away, his lips working down your jaw to that soft space under your ear that has you rocking against him already. âfuck,â he groans, leaning his weight into you in the best way, one hand moving firmly from your waist to your hip, over the curve of your ass and down your leg to lift your knee and haul you against him, to give him room to move, grind, between your open legs. âmissed you so much,â heâd pant between kisses to your shoulder, collarbone.
âthought about you constantly,â he continues, his eyes closed, head tilted against your shoulder, lost in his movements of rutting against you, and you know this is going to be over before it starts so you spur him on, shifting your hips, giving as much friction as you can manage. âthought about how you sound, how good you are, how good you take me. thought about your face - how you look when i first thrust inside and that little noise you make when i pull-â
you gasp when the ridge of his jeans catches just right and he grins, crowding in even closer, hastily lifting your legs to pin you between his hips and the door, rocking in sharp thrusts against you. you know itâd be better, nicer, if you were instead a tangle of naked limbs on top of the clean sheets youâd put on the bed earlier, but thereâd be time for that later. you canât deny that this - this carnal, desperate act - makes you feel alive.
âyeah, just be like that baby. mustâve replayed your videos a hundred times. listened to how wet you were for me, how desperate you were for my cock. drove me out of my goddamn mind.â
âdaniel.â his name is both a plea and praise; you canât decide if you want him to shut up and finish it or keep going and draw it out.
âgonna ride you against this door until you scream my name,â he growls, and your head hits the wood behind you with a solid thump.
not sure if youâve done this yet but I would love the sweet + naughty headcannons for danny (also I must say, itâs so good to have you back - Iâve missed reading your stuff and read practically everything youâve recommended in your absence)
i've been sitting on this one for a while - i hope it lives up to the expectations! i do have some other soft!DR headcanons here, but iâm always happy to write more!
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always - always - ends up being the little spoon. he loves having his back and arms scratched and will shove himself up against you at any opportunity for a fix of it
sends you a constant barrage of photos from his adventures. selfies with george, pictures of a too-drunk charles, his silly face all bright and sunshine-y while out on a hike with big mike. he canât operate snapchat (cough-old man-cough) but youâre thankful for it because now those memories can live forever in your camera roll
says his favorite Disney movie is Cars (âduhâ), but he sings along under his breath with every single one you play, and you catch him more than once singing âI Just Canât Wait To Be Kingâ in the shower
starts to keep an extra hoodie or jacket of his stashed in the car(s) because you always end up cold once the sun sets (âi know, i know, âhoes donât get coldâ and all, whatever, but youâre not a hoe and you will get cold so take itâ) (also like - heâs always cold too so itâs a win/win)
maybe way down the road in a relationship, he (as a surprise!) gets a tattoo that really represents you - he can play it off as something else for privacyâs sake, but he always wants a piece of you with him no matter what (is also the kind of guy to tat his wedding ring on so heâs always got it)
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i actually think heâs a little shy, especially in public situations, but something tells me that once you get him alone and out of his shell, his confidence and skill set is unmatched
could probably get you off with dirty talk alone. he probably doesnât realize heâs running his mouth half the time until you gasp at something particularly filthy that he grins and doubles down on his efforts
that being said, isnât great at sexting but excels at phone sex. youâve never loved facetime more in your than you do when heâs away
will go down for hours if youâd let him. they donât make noses like his for no reason.
is a troublemaker. gets you worked up before disappearing with a wink for a media event, slips his hand up your skirt under the table in the hospitality truck, fingertips toying with the lace at the juncture of your thighs. calls you - âcâmon love, just help me out real quick, your voice always does it for me, pleaseâ - at The Most inopportune times (but you always sneak off to indulge him because payback is a bitch, daniel)
definitely a legs and butt man. sure, he appreciates a nice pair of tits when theyâre presented to him (who doesnât?) but something tells me he absolutely wouldâve appreciated the tiktok legging trend when it was going around (if he knew how to work tiktok, that is) and that more than one pair of scrunchy-butt leggings wouldâve shown up on your doorstep thanks to him
Can i request where LH decided to tease reader's nipples with hands above their head before ravishing them.
sure! going to ignore the original ending and continue from this drabble a little bit...
What you wouldnât give for five extraâ
âLewis!â Angelaâs voice is loud and too-close in the large hotel suite. You wait any longer and sheâll barge in - itâs not the first time sheâll have found you like this - but today is a special day.
Lewis lets your finger fall from his mouth with a pop, licking his lips as he stares you down. âYeah Ange! Five minutes!â
Instead of stepping away like you expect him to, Lewis's hands find yours and he raises them above your head, five fingers wrapped taut around your wrists as his free hand drops to your bra, the soft pads of his fingers tracing over the dark lace.
"Gonna have to stay quiet," he whispers before leaning in to capture your lips in a smothering kiss. "I need more of you before we go, another taste. Please, baby?"
You nod, a barely there movement that quickly turns large and rapid as he dips his head. His tongue peeks out to trace your covered nipple and it's nowhere near enough yet your back arches for him, bowing taut at his barely-there touch.
He moves his head to repeat the motion on your other breast and you're desperate to give him more, fighting against his grip to touch him back.
"Stop it." He finally pulls the lace down to expose one of your breasts to the cool air. "You smell so fucking good," he murmurs, dragging his nose along the dip of your cleavage and over the swell of your breasts. "Like a goddamned dream."
"It's Baccarat Rouge," you whisper, relishing in the feeling of his grin and stubble against your skin. "The one you spoil me with."
"Love spoiling you," he says, almost to himself, as he leans in to finally run his tongue over your expose nipple. You can't contain the gasp that escapes as he seals his lips around the now-hard nub and he chuckles, the vibrations from his mouth traveling straight over your skin.
He sucks, hard enough to drag you forward an inch, then two, a whine creeping up your throat at the delicious pressure.
When he lifts his mouth, you're prepared to beg, to plead with him to give you more, but then he's tugging down the lace covering your other breast and settling his lips over your nipple and you practically relax into him, giving into his feast of your skin.
Angie bangs on the bathroom door then, three sharp knocks that are enough to startle you back into the real world. "You'll have time to do all of that later, we've got to go!" You can tell she's smiling even through her shout and Lewis chuckles, letting your wrist go and rearranging your bra.
"Was I being too loud?" you whisper, watching a bit distractedly as his hands move across your skin.
He laughs again, the sound loud and bright in the confined space, and even when he kisses you, he can't stop giggling. "Yeah, love, you were, but I love it."
miss formula naughty PLEASE PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING WITH THAT MASSAGE GIF AND MICHAEL IM-đ„đȘđ§đŠ
inspired by x, obviously explicit, rest is under the cut
When you stood up from the couch, you groaned, your sore muscles protesting each and every move.
âBabe? You okay?â
You stretch your hands above your head and shift your hips side to side in an attempt to loosen the aches. âIâm alright. That new workout you put me though just has everything in my back all knotted up.â
âGo take a warm shower to loosen everything up. Iâll meet you in the bedroom when youâre done.â
You donât question his command, instead you just stumble into your shared bedroom towards the large shower, cranking the water hot to fill the bathroom with steam.
You probably stood under the spray for too long but the hot water felt delicious on your skin, warming you all the way through. You paused for a minute after shutting the water off to stretch your muscles again, pleased that some of the tension had gone.
âFeeling any better?â Michaelâs voice was muddled through the closed door.
You wrap a towel tight around you and reach for the handle, finger combing your hair as you pull it open. âYeah, a bit. Thereâs still some sore-â
Michael grins at your surprised face. He motions to the bed where heâs spread out a large towel, and in one hand heâs holding a bottle of massage oil. Thereâs a lit candle on the nightstand and youâre almost certain heâs playing music somewhere, peaceful gongs and other instruments. âCâmon, Iâve got everything ready.â
You kneel on the bed and Michael chuckles, grabbing the edge of your towel and tugging the fabric from your body, leaving you naked in the cool room. âLay on your tummy.â
You move around until youâre where heâd like you, then he surprises you again by swinging a leg over your calves and climbing onto the bed behind you, straddling your thighs. âIs this okay?â
âMmhmm.â You relax under his weight and he leans in to press a kiss to your bare shoulder.
His hands are warm and slippery when he presses them firmly into your shoulder blades, immediately pulling a groan from your lips at the pressure. âTell me if go too hard.â
Your thighs press together at his words but you force yourself to relax and enjoy the massage. Heâs skillful with his hands, digging in with his fingertips and pressing with his palms, smoothing over your skin in all of the right areas.
âWhere is it the worst?â His hands dip low, arching over there lower curve of your ribs and down towards your waist.
âThere,â you gasp, the muscles in your abdomen protesting all at once. Your obliques are on fire but the smooth glide off his hands smooths the pain away. âAnd my lower back,â you manage to bite out between arcs of his hands. âPlease.â
He pauses to apply more oil. When he shifts lower on your legs, you can just feel the hem of his boxer briefs and when he leans back in, you feel him hard and heavy against your leg. He works out the knots in your lower back slowly, like heâs relishing the feeling of his hands on your skin. His hands dip lower, spreading the oil thatâs left over your butt cheeks, and you moan, arching up into his touch.
He repeats the movements over and over, massaging the oil into your skin in long, deep strokes until youâre writhing beneath him, just shy of begging for more.
âShh, I know. I made all these muscles hurt, now Iâm gonna make them feel better.â
âThose donât â oh.â His fingertips slide between your cheeks, just brushing over your asshole, before dipping lower to where youâre already dripping for him.
âOh, sweetheart. Youâre absolutely soaked.â He runs his fingertips through your folds and over each set of lips before passing over your clit entirely, chuckling at your cry of protest. He brings his hand back around, running tenderly over the sharp tendons between your legs. He messages you there too, shushing you each time you begin to beg him for more. Finally, when youâre nearly trembling with need, he relents, dipping his fingers into you in what is the start of a torturously slow fingering. He curls his fingers just right and your hips work too meet him stroke for stroke.
âCome on love, give it to me. Give me one and Iâll fill you up. Relax and let me have it, yeah? There you go baby, thatâs it.â
The orgasm that youâve been teetering in for what feels like ages doesnât hit you all at once but instead rolls over you in heavy, unrelenting waves that pull sobs from deep in your chest. Itâs an ugly orgasm, youâre sure - some of them are! - but you canât bring yourself to care. You know he doesnât. Michael stills his fingers deep inside of you as he hangs on through your climax, barely brushing them against the spongy skin deep within you to wring every bit of pleasure he can from you.
âNeed to have you,â he finally says, pulling his fingers from your slit with a squelch that leaves him groaning to himself. âNeed to fill you up, baby, please.â
You nod, still lost in the pleasure of your first orgasm, and shift up onto your knees as he pulls himself free. You can feel it when he pauses to look, to take in the sight of you spread before him like this, and you relax into his gaze, the stretch of the position heaven for your now less-than-achey back.
âGod, babyâ You lookââ
âMichael,â you whisper, a singular beg, and it sets him into motion.
He scoots in behind you on his knees and reaches in to thumb at your folds, watching as your muscles wink wetly up at him. He slides the head of his cock through your slick, up and down and up and down until youâre nearly hypnotized by the motion of it. When he does press in, itâs a slow, easy slide that leaves you both moaning, panting once heâs nestled deeply within you.
ââm gonna fuck you now,â he whispers before setting a brutal pace, hands coming forward to tightly grip your hips, leveraging himself against you to angle just right.
You let him take then, let him use, and you grip the towel beneath you in a tight squeeze as another orgasm builds within you. He knows youâll cum again around him - you always do - and he angles his thrusts just right, punching a scream from your lungs with a dark chuckle.
âThere is is. Cum for me sweetheart. Cum on my cock.â
You hold your breath - three thrusts, four, five, siâ
He groans as you gush around him, wetting his legs and the towel beneath you. You canât even find it within you to care, too swept up in the enormity of the orgasm to give a fuck.
Michael doesnât last long then - youâre too wet, too tight, too incredible - and he buries himself deep as he cums, stilling above you while he moans, the sound emanating from low within his throat.
You canât help but giggle then, boneless and joyful. He joins you, smacking your ass with a gentle swat before pulling away, sitting back on his heels. You stay where you are for a moment, letting him look. You give your muscles there a slight squeeze, just for good measure, and itâs worth it when his breathing catches.
âIs your back okay?â he asks after climbing off of the bed.
You pull the towel off of the bed with you, moving towards the bathroom once again. âYeah, it is. But just so you know - if I get that treatment every time, I may just have a sore back more often.â
do you have any baby making headcannons for toto? Iâve recently discovered his dilf-ability and I love him.
he definitely has a long conversation (probably more than one actually) with you to make sure you're ready
he's curious about your cycle - wants to know the days he needs to keep you stuffed full of him in bed. quickly forgets and fucks you each day instead, "just to be safe"
something tells me he'd be comfortable relying on your birth control method so he's used to being allowed to finish inside of you, but...
mentally, something flips in him when he realizes this is sex without birth control. this is actively getting you pregnant sex. this is what sex is for, and then he's like a man possessed
like sure, he wants to be a dad and all of that, but there's something so carnal about the idea of actually getting you pregnant - of finally wanting it, being allowed to have it, of putting his baby inside you
he does his own... research. figures out the best ways to fill you, to keep his seed trapped inside of you so it sticks
doesn't shut up about it when he's fucking you because he knows it turns you on too
"you're going to look gorgeous -- mine -- they'll all know i did this to you -- fucked you like this -- got to put all of my cum right here -- everyone's going to know -- know that you took it all like a good girl --"
will cum in you and keep you pinned to the bed or the couch, kitchen counter, hood of his car, deck of the yacht, desk at the office, blanket on the beach watching to make sure you don't spill a drop
and well, if you do, he's right there to press it back into you with his thick, long fingers
is giddy when it does take, absolutely elated when you cry happy tears at the sight of a positive test one morning in a hotel bathroom before free practice
