Ocean Eyes || SV5 X Reader

Simon had always known he was possessive, but this… this was something new. It all started during a rambling, half-drunk conversation with Soap, the kind they’d both forget by morning—except for one comment that had lodged itself in Simon’s mind like a splinter.

“Lass can’t forget you if she’s knocked up with your baby,” Soap had muttered with a lopsided grin, slurring just enough to make Simon dismiss it at first.

At first.

Simon knew you’d never forget him, no matter how long he was deployed. He trusted you, loved you in ways he couldn’t always put into words. But once the thought was planted, he couldn’t forget it. Maybe deep down it was the fear you’d leave or just the desire to know that you were fully his, round with his child, but whatever it was, when he got notified of an upcoming assignment, he knew he was gonna damn well try.

Which is how you ended up here now, pressed into the mattress beneath him, his broad chest blanketing your back as his lips dragged heatedly along your neck. He reaches around, pulling your body up enough for you to stabilise yourself as he roughly palms your breasts, tweaking your nipples between his fingers as he continues to rut against you.

He's been at it for hours, fucking you with a relentless intensity, determined to fill you with every drop of his cum before he leaves. You’ve lost count at this point, never knowing he could go for so many repeated rounds but you certainly know it now as you feel his cum run down your thighs, the squelching noise every time he fucks back into you, a combination of your arousal and how many loads he’s given you so far tonight.

"Fuuck-" he groans, his voice low and gravelly with desire. "Gonna knock you up so good. Gonna make sure you're round with my baby by the time I get back."

He pulls out, his cock sliding from your well-fucked hole 

He stares down at your pussy, mesmerised by the sight of it dripping with his cum. He leans down, his face mere inches from it as his heated breath ghosts your folds. He watches, transfixed, as another thick spurt of his previous load oozes out of you.

"Fucking hell," he mutters, his breath hot against your skin. "Look at that. Look at what you do to me."

He reaches out, his fingers gently parting your swollen lips to get a better look. He teases your entrance, circling it slowly before scooping up some of the cum that's leaking out and guiding it back in with his middle and ring finger.

He pushes his fingers deeper, scissoring them to work his own cum back inside you. He wants to make sure every last drop takes.

"Gonna plug you up-" he growls, his voice rough with lust. "Keep you nice and full of me.”

He withdraws them, glistening with the thick, pearly fluid before bringing them up to your mouth, pressing his fingers against your lips.

"Go on-" he purrs as he slowly pushes his fingers into your mouth, letting you suck them clean. You can taste the saltiness of his cum mixed with the musky scent of your arousal. It's a heady combination that makes your head spin.

"Good girl," he praises, his voice rough with approval. "Such a good girl for me."

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, only to bring them back down to your pussy. He circles your clit with them, the slickness of his cum providing the perfect lubrication before he gestures for you to roll onto your back.

He straightens back up as he slides the head of his aching cock through your folds, nudging the head of his cock against your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts that do nothing to satisfy the ache inside you.

"Y’not going anywhere," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with emotion. "Not after this- fuck -you’re not leaving me…You can’t–”

You could hear the subtle desperation in his words, a fear that you'd abandon him. He needed to know that you would be here, waiting for him, even when he was deployed.

He kisses desperately, trying to put every fiber of his being into this kiss, hoping to portray even a fraction of the strong love he felt for you. His hips start to move again, his cock sliding into you with a groan. He sets a slow, deep pace, each thrust deliberate and purposeful as he works himself in and out of you.

"Fuck, I love you," he grunts, the words torn from him. "Love you so fucking much…You're my everything, I swear I’ll never let you down-"

He wraps his arms around you, holding you as close as possible, fingers digging into your flesh as he impales you on his thick cock over and over again.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his forehead pressed against yours. "So fucking tight and wet for me. Always so ready for my cock, god you’re perfect-."

He adjusts his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts so that he's hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. Your back arches off the bed as your nails rake down his back and you moan wantonly.

"That's it, baby," he coaxes, his voice husky with desire. "Gonna' fill you up so good. Gotta make sure it takes before I leave-

His hips piston faster, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. He's getting close, you can tell by the way his muscles tense, the way his breath comes in short, sharp gasps.

"Gonna cum," he grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Shit- fuck-”

He buries himself to the hilt, incoherent mutterings rolling off his tongue as his cock pulses, filling you with another thick load. He bites down on your shoulder to muffle his groans as you feel it, hot and heavy, painting your insides white. He collapses on top of you, all his weight heavy upon you, though you don't mind at all, arms wrapping tightly about him.

He stays buried inside of you, his now softening cock still buried deep within you. He rests his forehead against yours as his breath comes in short pants, trying to catch his breath.

"I meant what I said, you know…gonna' make you mine in every way possible," he murmurs, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he lifts some of his weight off of you. "Want you to have my baby- And when I come back, I'm gonna marry you because I’m completely yours and I want you to be fully mine, officially."

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MEU DEUS

O Kuku ta com cara do Malthus, imaginei o Kuku e o Fernando sendo primos, Kuku sendo do interior sem nunca ter tocado uma mulher (não por falar de opção e sim pq ele quer esperar o amor da vida dele) e o Fernando sendo o primo descolado, que ao mesmo tempo que quer esperar o amor, ele tambem não consegue ficar sem um "rabo de saia". Dai o Kuku vai fazer uma visitinha na casa do Fer, dai eles vão pra uma festinha, não tão grande mas tmb n é pequena, nessa festa eles bebem, o Fernando já meio loko conheçe uma mina quietinha com cara de virjola que nunca foi escolhida por um homem, e o Kuku já tava de olho nela faz tempo, o Fer chega nela na mesma hora que o Kuku, os dois se olham com aquele olhar, tipo " eu cheguei primeiro" "não, eu cheguei primeiro" mas dps eles acabam dividindo ela😍.

#Kukumeumarido

#fernandomeuamante

O SORRISO DO KUKU E A CARA DE PUTO DO FER VOU CHORAR

Sobre os meninos com a leitora plus size tenho coisas a adicionar ☝️🤓

Primeiro de tudo q esse cenário do Fernando todo com aquele porte american bully de baixo peso(famoso bombado magrelo) é saboroso dms

Segundo: não podemos esquecer da nossa geladeira Eletrolux 2 portas com reservatório de água na porta vulgo Jerônimo Bosia. O homem é gigante e reza a lenda que homens gigantes adoram uma menina garota gordinha

FERNANDO PORTE AMERICAN BULLY DE BAIXO PESO KKKKKKKKKKKKK VEY NÃO DA C VCS

e ai sim, ele c o bíceps não tão grandes mas definidinho e a leitora toda gordinha peitudinha metida hmmm mim de 🫴

olha eu não escrevo c jeronimo pq p ser sincera nem sinto taaanto tesão nele, mas homens gigantes + meninas mulheres gordinhas = combinação dos deuses ent eu super concordo contigo!!!!! e ele tem mt vibe "i like my women how i like my meat. juicy." ent eu simplesmente SEI q ele se amarra numa gordinha

𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 - 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫

pairing - carlos sainz jr x fem!reader

warnings - none :)

author’s note - i started this like three months ago and completely forgot about it oops. but since it’s his birthday, i finally got some motivation to finish it :)

and ty to my girls anj and cece for some help on a few of the letters <3

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

i don’t think he’d be super affectionate in public. but when you’re at home and have some privacy, carlos is very affectionate.

b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

you’d be best friends before you started dating. and carlos would be the best bff ever!!

very chill and would just wanna hang out with you all the time. lots of movie nights where inside jokes are created, and so much alcohol and gossiping for sure.

c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

loveeees them. he especially loves laying his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair.

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

for sure wants to settle down with you. at the right time though, he’s not going to rush it.

he loves to cook for you. he definitely prefers eating in rather than going out. he’ll surprise you with new recipes all the time. and he seems like he’s very organized and clean so he always keeps your place tidy.

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, why would they do it?)

his family is really important to him so if they don’t like you, this could be something that causes him to break up with you.

and also with his job, distance would also be a big reason why he’d end things.

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

big yes to commitment. like i said before, he’s not rushing anything and would wait til the right time. he’d want to focus on his career first.

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he’s very gentle with you both emotionally and physically. emotionally, he’s just so soft with you all the time. and physically, there’s gonna be lots of gentle touches, soft kisses, and holding your hand for sure.

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

loves them. especially hugs from behind!! he’ll just come up to you, wrap his arms around you then rest his head on your shoulder. his hugs are literally the biggest bear hugs. and he hugs you all the time too!!

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

he would be the one who says it first. he’d wait until the right time and when he knows that’s how he really feels about you.

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

whenever he gets jealous from seeing a guy at the club flirting with you, he wouldn’t speak up.

no, he’d rather show him that you’re not available. he’d just come up to you, wrap his arm around your waist before pulling you in for a heated kiss.

and every time, when you break away from the kiss, he just has a huge smirk on his face when he sees that the guy had left.

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

his lips were made for kissing. and his kisses are the best. he loves kissing you everywhere. and he really likes using his kisses to tease you too.

his favorite place to receive kisses from you is always his lips. he loves the way you lightly bite down on them and tug his lip back a little when you pull away.

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

he’s great with kids and kids love him.

i could see him wanting a big family too, maybe 3 or 4 kids.

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

lazy mornings during a no race weekend are his favorites. he gets to sleep in and wake up to his favorite person in the entire world.

he would always wake up before you though. most days he’ll just cuddle with you until you wake up. but some days he’ll get out of bed and go make some breakfast to surprise you with in bed.

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

just as cuddly as your mornings are. seriously, this man loves cuddling with you. lots of cuddles and soft kisses on the couch while a movie plays as background noise.

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he wouldn’t start opening up about any deep things until later on in the relationship. and he would start telling you these things slowly, not wanting to scare you off by dumping everything on you at once.

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

he’s sooo patient and it’d take a lot to really get him angry. it’d have to be something super serious to get him that angry.

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

maybe not every little detail but he remembers the important things like your anniversary, birthday, and some of your favorite things.

r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

if you asked him to choose just one favorite memory from your relationship, he wouldn’t be able to. he cherishes each and every second that you’ve shared together.

but if he really had to choose, it’d be the day you first met. you had met at the dog park when his dog ran over and nearly tackled you onto the ground.

carlos apologized for piñon’s behavior and helped you back up before he tried to get going again. but piñon was sat right by your feet and he wouldn’t leave.

so while his dog was being stubborn for whatever reason, carlos began talking to you. the two of you got so into your conversation that neither of you even realized that piñon had run off to go play again.

he ended up asking you out on a date after that conversation. and the two of you always talked about how piñon was what brought you together.

s = security (how protective are they? How would they protect you?)

he’s protective of you but not in a crazy way or anything. he knows that you’re capable of taking care of yourself.

if you’re at a party or a club, he’ll keep you by his side with his arm around your waist or your hand in his the entire night.

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he puts sooo much effort into planning all your dates. carlos would like having more lowkey dates with you but he always makes sure that they’re the best date you’ve ever gone on.

and he loves spoiling you too. he always gets you little gifts that remind him of you. most of the time they’re not even crazy expensive gifts either. just random things he saw in a shop that instantly made him think of you.

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

a big bad habit of his would be that he hides his feelings from you sometimes. he could be angry with you but he wouldn’t talk to you about how he’s feeling.

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

he’s not very concerned with how he looks. he doesn’t mind the sloppy look and honestly, he pulls it off really well.

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

of course!! he’s not clingy and needs to have you by his side at all times or anything like that but he definitely feels a bit incomplete when you’re not together.

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

cooking for you is something that carlos loves to do. he would learn all your favorite recipes and even find new ones for the two of you to try.

and he especially loves cooking together. most of the time he ends up taking over everything though.

and almost every time, it’d end with a little food fight. if you’re cooking something with flour, he’d always swipe a little bit onto your cheek which leads to you throwing some on his hair. and before long, the two of you are chasing each other around the kitchen, covered in flour.

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

he wouldn’t like someone who’s not a family person. his family is really important to him so he’d want to be with someone who felt the same way.

z = zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)

he always needs to be holding you in his arms when he’s asleep. and when he needs to turn onto his other side? he’ll just pick you up and turn around with you.

he also seems like he would fall asleep in the weirdest positions. ones that don’t look comfortable at all and have you wondering how the hell he’s able to sleep like that.

╰┈➤Day 14: Vaginal Virginity || FA14 x Stroll!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, age gap, taking of virginity, virgin!reader, yearning, corruption kink , fingering, orgasm denial, talk of overstimulation Wordcount: 1.2k

She was so pretty, but so young

Fernando loved it when Lance's sister came with him to the Grand Prix. She was just so lovely and innocent, but she was way too young for him, besides, he wouldn’t sit right with Lawrence if he found out he was screwing his daughter

He just couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She was so pretty to look at it almost hurt

It also didn't feel right that he knew she was a virgin, but he also kinda loved it, knowing that if he ever did get into her pants that he would have been the only one doing so

I had been a good weekend for them both. They had both finished above p10, both getting points for the team and themselves

The whole team had a little after party for themselves, celebrating their drivers finishes

They were all gathered in a nearby club where there weren't a lot of people so it could be just them

She looked so fucking beautiful. She had put on a new dress that cupped her curves just right, showing her body under her clothes, yet her eyes were incredibly innocent

He just wanted to fuck the innocence out of her. Wanting to hear her scream his name as she comes around him, wanting to she her squirm from overstimulation as he continues to fuck her after she comes

He was pulled out of his thoughts when she sits down beside him in the small booth

"Congratulations. You did good today" She smiled, highlighting the colour of her eyes

"Thank you, couldn't have done it without the pretty girl in the garage" This was normal, their flirting, and neither her dad or Lance minded it, as long as it didn't get to heated

"A pretty girl for a pretty man" She said, chuckling slightly, feeling the alcohol in her body

He blushed slightly at the hidden compliment, as well feeling the alcohol in his blood, it was giving him a confident boost

"You would be even more pretty with my hands on your body, hermosa" He leaned in, lips close to her ear, his words making her whole body freeze, wondering if she misheard him

"Well, as previously stated; I'm a virgin, but I'm also a visual learner" She said, turning her head towards him, lips almost touching as she did so

Her sudden confident startled him slightly, but it made her 10 times more hot in his eyes. His hands were suddenly clammy from sweat, wanting his hands on her body so fast

His hands were roaming her body as she was pressed up against the hotel door, lips against his in a wet and sloppy kiss

His lips trailed down to her neck, hands on her thighs, pushing her dress up above her waist, revealing her panties

"Nando… Please" Her hands were tangled in his hair as her hips bucked, searching for any kind of affection to her core

"Hermosa, are you sure? You can back out if you want" He pulled away from her neck, looking her deeply into her eyes, searching for any kind of regret

"Please, i want this" Instead, he saw the desperation in her eyes as well as her voice

He crashed his lips back into hers, guiding her towards the bed. He pulled her dress over her head, throwing it on the ground before laying her gently down on the bed

She shivered at the feeling of his fingers ghosted her skin as he pulled down her panties, throwing them on the floor as well. She whimpered as he admired her now naked body

"You're so fucking beautiful" He whispered just loud enough for her to hear as his lips attached to her neck again

Her whimpers were like music to his ears. They were so much prettier then he had expected

She arched into his touch as his fingers trailed down her body. His fingers drew between her folds, lapping her wetness unto him, drawing out a moan when he placed his fingers on her clit, applying minimal pressure

"So sensitive" He chuckled, lips going back to hers

She moaned as he started moving his fingers, giving him to opportunity to push his tongue into her mouth, exploring every corner of it

She whined when he pulled away, but it was quickly replaced with a moan as his fingers entered her slowly, stretching her out, getting her adjusted to his fingers

He managed to get a third finger in before he started curling them, hitting just the right spot inside her that made her grip his biceps harshly, closing her eyes, throwing her head back, arch her back, and her whole body shake

She let out high-pitched moans as he kept curling them, feeling the way her hips grinded down on him

"Fuck, just right there- feels so good" He felt her rapidly clench around him. He pulled his finger out of her before she came "N-no, please"

"Shh, it's alright, hermosa. It'll feel better soon" He wiped his fingers on her thigh before discarding of all his clothes, leaving him exposed at he hovered above her

His left arm was placed beside her head, holding his weight as the other placed her leg around his hip, lining himself up with her entrance

"It's gonna sting at first, hurt even, but pleasure will take over, okay?" He kissed her cheek bone as she nodded, understanding his words "You ready?" His voice was soft as he spoke

"Mhm" She whined, arms clung around his back as he ever so slowly pushed into her, stopping now and then, letting her get adjusted to him before continuing to push

"Tell me when you're ready" He said, prepping kisses along her jaw as he had pushed all the way in, waiting for the pleasure in her body to take over the hurting sensation

A few seconds went by before she spoke up "Move, please" She said, arms loosing around him, allowing him to slowly start moving inside her

He pulled away from her neck, looking directly into her blown eyes, making sure she was okay "You're so fucking beautiful" He placed a soft kiss on her lips

She let out a loud moan when he hit the part inside her that made her see stars "Fuck, right there, Nando. Don't stop" He sped up, hutting the spot over and over again

Her nails dug into his skin, her moans filling the whole hotel room, and probably a few other

A low moan escaped his lips as she clenched around him, her orgasm nearing, still sensitive from her previous ruined orgasm

"Fuck- Nanda, please. Feels so good. I'm gonna-" She didn't finish her sentence before his name was rolling off her tongue as she came

She clenched rapidly around him, pulling him over the edge as well, holding his hips still as he came inside her, filling her up

He helped her into the shower, standing behind her, arms around her waist "Lawrence is gonna kill me" He said, kissing the wet skin on her shoulder

"Only if he finds out" She said, earning her a chuckle from the older man

Cooper gets Erik's facial expressions so accurately it's kind of wild

🔴 with Webber!reader x Jenson x Sebastian.

Living with your brother had it's perks, him living in a penthouse and all.

But it had it's downsides too. Like when you had to sneak your hookups out without him knowing. It didn't help that they were his friends and colleagues.

To be honest it was only a matter of time before he caught you.

Warnings: disgusting smut, crying, dacryphilia, sub reader, sub sebastian, dom jenson (hear me out), overstimulation, forced sex?, use of the colour system, PinV sex, Oral, cum, facials you know the drill, Jenson being mean af

requested from my prompt list

He finally caught you the day after his win in Monaco 2012.

He'd gone out partying all night so you had the place to yourself and you decided to invite a couple of friends over.

Those friends happened to be Sebastian Vettel and Jenson Button. No biggie.

They both knew about your situationship with the other, and you didn't get to see them that often, so you had planned that while they were both in Monaco you'd have a bit of fun with them both.

And it's not like they didn't mess around on their own either.

Sebastian arrived first, having rushed through his duties in his impatience to join you.

Before you'd even shut the door he had you up against the wall, whispering about all the things he wanted to do to you, feeling frustrated after your brother ‘stole his win’ (his words not mine).

Fucking his biggest rival's little sister was certainly a great way to let out his frustration, and you were happy to take everything he had to give.

He undressed you slowly, making sure to tease you as much as possible while he peeled your clothes off your body.

He was halfway through getting you to your second orgasm using his fingers, when Jenson barged in.

The bastard didn't even knock, he just opened the door, gasped in fake surprise at the sight of you getting ravaged on the couch and closed the door behind him.

“God, look at the state of you two, couldn't even wait for me” he tutted as he prowled towards you like a predator.

Seb hadn't stopped his ministrations and you were currently hurtling towards your peak. Jenson chuckled at you barely being able to keep your eyes open with the pleasure.

“Aw babygirl are you going to come on Seb's fingers?”

You nodded as the pleasure overcame you and you clamped down on Seb's fingers as you rode your high.

Once you had finished, Jenson dragged him away from your weeping cunt and sat him on the couch next to you.

“Let's give her a break and take care of this mess, hmm?”

Seb gasped as Jenson lowered his head and licked up the underside of his leaking cock.

He wasted no time sinking down completely, making Seb choke on his spit.

You had no idea Jenson was so proficient at blowjobs, but the sight of him swallowing around Seb's cock really did something to you.

“Fuck Jenson-” Seb moaned “don't stop”

Jenson pulled off for a second to answer “Don't worry baby, I'm not going to stop until you're crying”

Seb whimpered and Jenson sank back down to the base, deepthroating him expertly.

It took Seb an embarrasingly short amount of time to come after that, and he pulled Jenson off him by the hair.

Jenson himself was flushed but he sat up and looked at the two of you mischievously.

“Now then, given that you two brats decided to be greedy and start without me, you're going to fuck, and I'm going to watch. And if you stop before I say so, I will tie you both up and tease you all night and leave you here for Mark to find, understood?”

You and Seb looked at each other with a twinkle in your eyes.

“Yes Daddy”

You were just goading him at this point, you knew it would drive Jenson mad, and it did. He groaned and rubbed his face.

“Right, come on then.” He sighed, slapping your thigh “Any position you want, get to it.”

You decided to ride Seb, and it was wonderful. He was so thick, grazing all the right places inside you, that this didn't feel like much of a punishment at all.

You came for the third time just as you thighs were starting to burn from the effort, so as you came down, Seb pulled out and you changed position, now laying on the couch with Seb above you as Jenson watched on.

Seb fucked you hard immediately, slightly overstimulating you, and his hands wandered over your flesh, squeezing and pinching as they went.

The real punishment started when Seb came inside you and stopped his thrusts to pull out gently.

“Ah ah! What do you think you're doing?” Jenson said, looking up from his phone “keep fucking her Seb”

You both froze.

“But-“ Seb started but Jenson interrupted him

“This is your punishment for being impatient little fuckers, so get back inside her while you're still hard and take it like a man”

Seb blushed and reluctantly pushed back into you.

You were both so sensitive it sent shocks through your systems.

“Fuck” Seb muttered as he put some of his weight on you in favour of grinding his hips into yours.

“Feel so fucking good around me schatz”

You whined “It's too much Jense, m'gonna come”

Jenson just laughed.

“Is it too much or are you going to come baby? It can't be both”

Jenson talking down at you shouldn't have been as hot as it was, but you were clenching around Seb as you got closer to another orgasm.

“Gonna come” you gasped out.

“Then come baby, I'm not stopping you”

And you did, your fourth orgasm washed over you but Seb kept going as per Jenson's instructions and he himself came again not long after that.

Jenson sensed he was going to pull out so he grabbed Seb's hips and pushed him flush with you.

“Don't you dare pull out, Sebby. Keep going. It's what you get for being greedy little sluts”

He guided Sebs hips back and forth, using Seb to fuck you, not giving his dick time to get soft again as you both felt tears of overstimulation cloud your vision.

“Can't Jenson” Seb gasped, he was shaking like a leaf “It's too much, I can't keep going”

You shared the sentiment, you weren't sure you'd be able to come again, the pleasure bordering on pain.

Jenson pushed on Seb's hips particularly hard and he let out a sob into the crook of your neck.

“Yes you can” Jenson said tenderly “I know you can, Sebby”

Seb let out a wanton moan and Jenson asked “Colour?”

Seb's shaky voice replied, muffled by your skin “green”.

Jenson looked at your tear stained cheeks and you also gasped out ‘green’.

“There you go, you can both give me one more then”

Seb's hips slapped into yours with renewed vigour, he was determined to see this to the end, his impressive stamina coming in handy in this situation.

Jenson decided to help you along and give you a hand, literally.

One of his hands went to Seb's hair, yanking his head back and licking into his mouth as he panted like an animal, and the other slithered down you body and started rubbing circles onto your clit.

The touch sent a jolt of electricity through you and you found yourself right on the edge again, and the pleasure was too much for you as you sobbed your way through your orgasm.

Seb’s hyper sensitive cock didn't survive you clamping down on him and he also came with a wretched sound, muffled by Jenson's mouth on his.

Jenson helped Seb to pull out carefully, and he slumped down to a kneeling position on the floor.

He instructed you to do the same and got his painfully hard cock out of his pants to finally get the relief he'd been denying himself.

The sight of you and Seb on your knees for him, his two favourite brats, tears staining your cheeks, eyes wet and lips puffy, was enough to get him off in record time as he groaned out a curse and spurted streaks of white over both of your faces.

“My perfect whores, fuck- so good for me, you did so well”

He stroked your heads as he waited for his head to stop spinning.

You all got washed up and went to bed very late, after a nice (takeaway) meal and a couple of drinks to wind down.

The next morning you woke up with Seb, Jenson being a heavy (and late!!) sleeper, and decided to get up and get some breakfast.

What you didn't expect was for Mark to be in the living room, holding your discarded clothes and a Redbull shirt.

You froze in the doorway and you stared at each other, your eyes full of fear and his full of anger.

“So you're sleeping with a Redbull driver, huh?” he cocked his head “Last I heard, there's only two of those. And it's definitely not me. So tell me, who is in your room right now?”

“Well I should hope you're not sleeping with your own sister” Seb's voice resounded from behind you, and you cursed the man internally.

“Ah! Nice of you to join us, Seb! What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?” Mark's eyes flashed with anger.

Seb just chuckled and wrapped an arm around you “I was invited by your lovely sister, do you want a play by play of everything we did on your couch?”

Mark's eyes widened and he looked at the couch with disgust.

“Also that is my shirt you're holding, so I will let you make your own conclusions”

He walked towards a livid looking Mark and ripped his own shirt from his grasp, before going to sit down in the kitchen.

“You coming schatz? I thought you wanted to make breakfast?” he called from the other room.

You gave an apologetic look to your brother before following Seb's path.

Mark took a second to regain his composure before doing the same.

“How long has this been going on?”

You sighed, of course now he was going to be nosy.

“A few months… maybe a year”

Mark would have been outraged except… he just frowned, he definitely heard you with someone a few weeks ago, and it definitely wasn't Seb.

In fact he was pretty sure he recognised the accent he’d heard through the wall.

“But what about…” he looked at Seb quickly before deciding he actually didn't care about possibly hurting his feelings and blurted out “Jenson!”

You stared at him blankly. “What about Jenson?”

He narrowed his eyes at you “Well I know you fucked him… recently”

“And why would you think I'm fucking Jenson?”

And because your luck always ran out at the very worst of times, Jenson himself strutted through the door, shirtless, and sporting a smug grin.

“Someone mention my name?”

He walked towards you, pecked you on the cheek and sat down on the other side of Sebastian.

Marks eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his skull, and you could see the cogs turning in his mind.

“You… you're fucking BOTH OF THEM?!”

You could barely contain your smirk as you answered.

“Yeah? This is what the young people are doing these days, Mark. You should give it a go, it might help you unwind!”

He didn't even dignify that with a response, turning on his heel and stomping out of the room.

You, Seb and Jenson looked at each other and burst out laughing.

You were definitely inviting them over more often.

Be Honest [a jack x gn! reader oneshot] ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[slight fluff in one part, angst]

You never knew where Jack went during the day, or the afternoon, or the night. You didn't even know if his real name was Jack- it could've been Cornelius, Rupert, Travis, or Joe. You weren't sure, and you'll never be sure.

Jack wasn't very articulate at communication. Now, you wouldn't say you two were in a firm relationship either, but whatever it is, it's unhealthy. You saw him for an hour or two a day, sometimes you don't see him at all. When you did see him and attempt to converse, he'd doze off or say he needed to go see Tyler.

Who the hell was "Tyler?"

Sometimes he'd come home bruised. Or bloody. Or with a broken nose. You tried to ask about it once, but he yelled at you and told you to stay out of his business.

You didn't understand him or why you still wanted to be with him. Are you even with him?

Today, he was supposed to be back to take you out to dinner at 7 P.M. It's 9 P.M. So, you threw off your decent outfit and half-heartedly attempted to put on whatever clean clothes you could find.

You heard a knock on your apartment door, and it was probably Jack, but you made no effort to open it. He knocked a second time, nearly slamming on the door.

"Hey, open up," he said.

"It's already open," you called out from the kitchen.

The door creaked open slowly and closed within seconds. You heard footsteps walking towards you, but again, you didn't want to interact with him.

Jack grabbed you by the shoulder to turn you around. You were face-to-face with dried blood, a fresh bruise, and a raggedy looking man.

"You were supposed to take me out," you said, bitterly.

"I had to go to Lou's, I'm sorry," Jack started.

"Save it. I don't need to hear your excuses. Why did you need to go there? To get beat up? Because it sure looks like it," you gestured to his face and clothes.

"Something like that, yeah. It doesn't matter though, I'll make it up to you."

He made an effort to smile, but you couldn't see past the blood coating his teeth. You pushed his hand off your shoulder and walked to the living room. He followed you like a lost dog.

"I promise that I'll make it up to you," he pleaded.

"Get out of my apartment, Jack," you hissed, pointing towards your door.

"C'mon, let's just talk this out, alright? Communication, isn't that what you're always complaining about?"

"Complaining?" you scoffed. "You have some nerve to say I'm complaining when you're the one who doesn't even talk to me if I don't talk to you first. You don't even look my way! And then you come to my apartment, get blood all over my floors, and expect me to be okay with that?"

He stormed over to you and glared.

"All I have is that club. I need it. I need it to sleep. It makes me feel born again," Jack said, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

"You're pathetic. You have ME. Am I not enough for you?" you snarled.

Jack answered quietly, "No, you're not."

You threw your hands up into the air and walked away from him again. And again, he followed.

"Be honest with me. Is someone hurting you? Are they forcing you to be part of their club? What is going on?"

You took his hand in yours and looked into his eyes. You searched his face for any sort of answer, a sign, anything.

He pulled away and frowned at you.

"No one is forcing me to do anything. I can't- I can't talk about it alright? It's one of the rules," Jack said.

"Be. Honest," you sighed. You felt a lump starting to form in your throat. You were getting choked up and your eyes were watering.

Jack noticed, but he didn't know what to do. He never knows what to do. He glanced at you and reached out to touch your shoulder, but you turned away.

You heard his footsteps walking towards your door, open it, and then leave. You knew he didn't leave right away. He never does. He just stands outside your door like a fool, waiting for you to open it. And every damn time, you opened it for him. But tonight was different. You kept the door closed and locked.

"I'm sorry."

You heard him, and he knows you heard him. But how can an apology be real if the same mistake keeps happening over and over?

You heard him sob outside your door, and he knows you heard him.

"Goodbye, Jack. Don't come here again," you whispered.

He heard you, and you know he heard you.

[END]

Hey there! Hope you're having a good day! If you don't mind, could I please request non-native english speakers (alejandro, rudy, makarov, konig, and any other ones you want) reactions to their s/o surprising them by reciting their wedding vows in their native language? Alejandro's s/o saying her vows in spanish, makarov's s/o saying them in russian, etc. Thanks so much!

this is a really good idea! thx for suggesting it <3

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: Saying Your Vows In Their Native Language

𑣲 Alejandro, Rudy, Makarov, König, Horangi, Nikto

𑣿 Alejandro would have dropped to his knees and asked you to marry him if you weren't already getting married. He had heard you speak a few words in Spanish here and there but never full on confidently speaking it from your heart. He wanted to embrace you, but knew you'd lose your concentration and he really wanted to hear everything you had to say. So he tried his best to hold back, and just smile as he gazed at you lovingly. The man couldn't find what to do with himself, he was already head over heels, anymore and he might have been considered a madman. The things love made him do, such fiery passion within him that with the smallest of your actions could make him act as if unbridled. After you finished, he glanced at the audience, looking at them as if wanting them to see the type of person he was marrying. He wanted to show you off to the world, and he truly felt like he triumphed that day as he placed the ring on your finger.

𑣿 Rudy got lost in your eyes, hearing you speak Spanish. It made it all so much more meaningful that you had gone as far as to not only learn his language but to recite the words from memory. Halfway through, he just couldn't help but to reach out and cup your cheek, and you had use all your inner strength to not choke up and start crying uncontrollably from how much you loved this man. The onlookers in the crowd were moved as well, most using tissues to dab their eyes. It was a beautiful moment and luckily enough, it was caught on camera too. This moment made Rudy wonder what he had done to deserve you, surely you'd break the man with your gestures of affections, and this was only the beginning. He couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with you, vowing to make you feel the same.

𑣿 Makarov is not usually a sentimental man, he rarely lets emotion take the greater charge of decision within his mind, especially in front of others. It was only in the utmost secrecy that he had met and loved you, and it was that way he had learned to keep things to a minimal. He didn't require effort from you, because he was always seeking to do more for you. He never imagined something that seemed insignificant to others, but knowing how much effort you had put in, would move him so much. In his heart, he had resigned to feel as little as possible, yet, you had somehow found and tugged at the still tender heartstrings. He felt it blossoming in his chest, the flower that you had so gingerly tended to, cared for with your amour and time. It was hard for him to keep his composure, but so ardently did he feel a flame burn in his chest. Who could have known he'd feel this one day?

𑣿 König faltered, thinking he had misheard your words. You weren't speaking German, were you? He hardly believed it, and couldn't get over it that he didn't really listen to the meaning of your words. If asked, he couldn't remember exactly what you had said, he could only tell of the emotions he'd felt in that moment, some that he couldn't even identify. His heart raced and he simply looked at you in awe, with soft hints of adoration in his eyes. He would hold this memory dearly, just as much as he wanted to hold you. You looked angelic in your wedding attire, like a blessing he cradled in his hands, one he vowed to never forget to care for. Oh and when you smiled at him after concluding, he could have melted from seeing your eyes flicker up at him. He loved how you talked to him, looked at him, touched him, kissed him and he'd spend an eternity wanting to make you feel the same way about him and even then never feel like it was enough.

𑣿 Horangi had certainly not expected it. You never gave an indication of you studying Korean, you had been interested in the language but the grammar had quickly discouraged you from advancing and he assumed you had left it at that. Unbeknownst to him, you had even hired a teacher to help you get through the difficult parts of writing your vows. You wanted to show how much he meant to you, you worked on it day and night and didn't stop until you were satisfied with how it sounded. You knew exactly what to say that would touch his heart and mean the most to him. Horangi couldn't have imagined a more perfect moment than this one. Those words permanently marked in his mind for the rest of his life, forever hearing you speak in his tongue. He wished to be alone with you, none of the others there deserved to be there to hear words that were only meant for him.

𑣿 Nikto had no problem with the fact that you didn't speak Russian, he understood English well and was able to communicate just fine. He had caught you studying Russian a few times, trying your best to pronounce the words to form sentences, and he had only smirked, amused at your attempts. When you explained that it was because you wanted to be able to communicate better, to be able to tell him in his mother tongue how much you loved him, he only laughed it off. He thought it was silly, he understood your feelings and intentions just fine in English. But he was unprepared to hear how fluently the words rolled off your tongue at the altar. Nikto had underestimated how impactful it would feel to hear you talk to him in a language he knew so well. Just hearing you speak in Russian was already hitting him in his soft spot, not imagine when he got over his initial shock and actually tried hard to listen to what you were trying to say.

NORTHANGER ABBEY- fernando alonso + sharing clothes ?? thanks in advance !! love your writing so much !!

got a little smutty below the cut whoops

fernando is obsessed with seeing you in his clothes. the first time it happened was one night you were sleeping over, and after your shower in the morning you absentmindedly grabbed one of his shirts that was laying around. he had stared at you while you made some coffee, not believing what he was seeing.

“oh, shit. sorry, i should have asked.”

“mi amor…” he had sighed dreamily, hands reaching for the soft fabric that hung on your figure. “please don’t apologise. and, please, never wear anything other than this.”

from then on, you borrowed one of his shirts every time you came to his place. his favourite sight was seeing you potter around the apartment, making dinner or tidying up, wearing nothing but his shirt and some underwear.

over time, fernando got sneaky. he loved seeing you in his clothes so much that he’d let you keep a shirt or two, claiming that “it looks better on you, anyway.” when he had to go away for a race, he ‘accidentally’ left a shirt for you to keep. when you were the one leaving him, after visiting him on a race weekend, he slipped one of his tops into your bag, right at the bottom so you don’t notice until you get home.

when fernando comes home to you laid in bed, bare legs and lacy panties peeking out from under his old renault shirt, his mind goes fuzzy. he’s on you in a second, hands palming under your his shirt, grasping at the soft skin that hides below it.

“keep it on,” he commands when your fingers creep to pull the shirt off. the heat that rises in his stomach is agonising when he thinks of fucking you in his clothes, so much so that he almost cried with relief when you free his straining cock from tight trousers.

with his face buried between your thighs, he grasps tightly at the fabric bunched around your waist. his tongue works delicately at your soaked lips, sucking whenever he comes back to that swollen bud that makes you cry out his name. when your back arches in pleasure, it pulls his shirt so tightly around your chest that he can see every curve from your stomach to your breasts.

“mine, all mine,” fernando mutters over and over, kissing your shaking thighs and bruised neck, easing you through orgasm after orgasm.

you use that shirt more smartly from then on, knowing how easily it can get you what you want.