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somebody tell that bitch sebastian vettel that i fucking love him

Hii! Can you do something with Redbull Seb and these 46, 49, 52, 95, 4, 75? You don't need to use all of them, I just put some of them so you could see my vision. Thank you <3

First time writing Seb but the wheel of fics has spoken and so today is the day, praying this goes well

Translation: Biene = Bee in German

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"I'm not going to touch you unless you beg," Seb hums in your ear, smirking at the groan of frustration that bubbles from your throat. "Come on Seb, I've been waiting all night, please just touch me." You whine, bucking your hips towards his face in impatience. His hands force your hips back down, "Good girl, that wasn't so hard was it?" He smiles, his fingers wiping through your folds. "So wet for me biene, do you want to cum?" He asks, running the tip of his finger over your clit, making your walls clench around nothing.

"Please Seb, want to cum for you so bad, please do something." You moan out, patience wearing even thinner as he takes his time exploring you with just one finger. "Maybe I'd rather take my time, let you wait for it even longer." He hums, clicking his tongue in disappointment at the way you roll your eyes in annoyance. When his fingers still don't slip inside you, you let out a groan of annoyance. You hoist yourself up onto your elbow, the other arm tugging on Seb's hair to force him to look up at you.

"Yes schatze? What can I do for you?" He asks, coy smile playing on his lips.

"Put that snarky mouth to work Sebastian or I swear to god I won't have sex with you for a month." You threaten, the tone of your voice making Seb's cock twitch in its confines. "Okay okay, jeez." He huffs, cheesy grin taking over his face at the way you let his hair go as you lie back down. He starts by placing kisses around your pussy, avoiding the one place you ache for him most. Once you dig your heels into his shoulder he gets the hint, enveloping your clit in his mouth. The warmth from his mouth makes you clench, your thighs tightening slightly around his head. His tongue flicks out as he sucks, sending vibrations through your body as his spit drips down your pussy. You moan out his name, this time threading your fingers in his hair to hold his heavenly tongue against you.

His tongue darts everywhere, tasting every inch of you. He sucks and nibbles at your clit, the movement of his jaw causing his chin to brush against your entrance. His hand joins his mouth, slipping a finger inside you. Your walls clamp around his finger as he groans at your wetness. His finger feels around your walls, pushing against the spongy spot located on the front wall, curling his finger as he continues to suck your clit. He feels the way you clench around him, your moans increasing in volume. Removing his head from you he requests, "Tell me when you're about to cum biene." You nod in response, urging his head to resume its original position.

It doesn't take long for the pit in your stomach to spread, warmth feeling your bones as you feel yourself getting closer to your peak. "Gonna cum Seb." You whine, tugging at his hair. He pulls back once more, removing his finger too this time. You look down at him in shock, his hair wild, pink lips swollen with your juices. "You're not allowed to cum without my permission." He tells you, crawling over the top of you to place a kiss on your lips. "Payback for being bossy." He whispers against your lips. You just groan, smashing your lips together and tasting yourself on his tongue.

Sebastian continues to kiss you as he slides two fingers inside you, scissoring them against your walls. You moan his name into his mouth, your nails scratching the back of his neck in pleasure as he plunges them deeper inside you. His fingers have always felt much better than yours, their length allowing them to reach places you could only dream of. He could read your body like a book, finding the moment he hooks his fingers against your g-spot, your breath hitching and stomach contracting. He continues to press his fingers against the spot, enjoying the way you squirm against him.

His mouth travels down your collarbone, reaching your breasts. Your pebbled nipples lean toward his mouth as your arch your back at his actions between your legs. He captures one in his mouth, swirling his tongue and enjoying the way your nipple seems to get impossibly harder. He will always love the way you react to him, the way he seems to be able to draw things out of you when anybody else would assume you have nothing left to give. Seb can feel the way you're tightening around his fingers and removes them once more, watching your hole clench around the emptiness.

"Don't cum yet." He murmurs as he guides himself inside you. The stretch of your walls around his cock making you mewl. You claw at his shoulders as he seats himself inside you, your walls pulsing around his thick cock. Sliding himself out he moans at the way your jaw drops when he slams himself back inside, whispering praises in your ear at the way you take him.

"Seb, please, I'm so close." You mewl, "I don't know if I can hold it any longer." Tears well in your ears at the pleasure beginning to overcome you, Seb's thumb wiping one away as it drips down your cheek. "You can cum whenever you'd like biene, been so good for me, want to feel it." He groans, his head dropping to your shoulder as he pounds into you. His words were all you needed, letting go and soaking his cock in your cum. He whimpers at the way your walls clamp around him, biting down onto your shoulder lightly as his orgasm hits him, hips stuttering against your own.

Seb manages to hold himself above you long enough to pull out before rolling over and collapsing next to you. He pulls you into his side, stroking your hair as your eyes start to close. "Did so good for me biene, want a bath now?" He questions, smiling as you nod into his neck. "Cuddle me for a bit longer first though, please." You whisper out, curling into his body further and enjoying the way his arms feel around you.

okay i’m gonna just shove it in ur inbox bc … havent stopped thinking about it but the post u reblogged about the skirt & about being fucked at dinner but w/ mick like …. i Need This

this + mick 🥵 // post

Silverstone has been good to your boyfriend.

His first points.

Everyone at Haas was beyond proud but no one more so than you. You stepped back, letting him bask in the feeling for a while, being congratulated by the whole time, doused in champagne.

Mick found you, picking you up in a bone crushing hug as he kissed all over your face. He finally kissed your lips, sticky and bitter like champagne but you could care less, the happiness trumped all other concerns.

“We have to celebrate tonight.” You tell him, walking him over for his team photo.

“of course we do.”

Mick’s idea of celebrating meant staying at the hotel and fucking every way to next Sunday.

He thought you two were on the same page, hence why he was slightly upset to be sitting in a restaurant with you.

You were making polite conversation with the waitress, telling her a little inside gossip about F1 — harmless stuff, Mick was sure but he had other motives.

His fingers trailed along your bare thigh under the table. Your skirt had slid up when you sat down beside him. The two of you at a booth, sitting side by side. The restaurant was fairly busy, mostly couples and a few families in between.

You ignore his touch, thanking the waitress for something she offered you as you sipped on your wine.

You nearly dropped the glass when Mick’s finger brushed against your clothed clit.

“Mick,” you breathe, glancing at him.

“Yeah darling ?” He asks causally, like his fingers weren’t doing sinful things to you under the table.

Mick pulls your panties to the side, fingers feeling how wet you were. “Hm, you were saying?” He ask you, not doing anything.

“We’re in public-“ you stop when you feel him push two fingers into you.

You bite the inside of your cheek, breathing steadily as he moves his fingers slowly. Your hand wraps around his wrist, he ignores it and keeps doing, curling his fingers upwards until he feels you squeeze around them.

Mick leans into you, whispering; “you gonna cum ? Should I let you?”

You can’t physically bring yourself to answer so you nod.

Mick pulls his fingers away, wiping them on the inside of your thigh as the waitress brings the bill over to the table. He leaves her a big tip, thanking her for being so kind before getting up. His hand reached out for you, and you take it, following him through the back of the restaurant.

You figured you two were going to the car but Mick pulls you into the bathroom, locking the door behind you two.

He’s quick to pick you up, setting you on the counter. You already know what’s about to happen.

Your legs spread, Mick unbuttoning his pants as you watch him. He pulls you further on the counter, his arms holding you in place as he lines himself up with you, pushing into you.

Your head falls back, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

“Fuck, Mick.” Your hand on his bicep, digging your nails into his arm when he hits the spot.

Soft ~ Fernando Alonso

♡ Fernando Alonso x Reader

Description: Fernando tries to surprise you.

~fluff~

You stretch as you wake up, reaching over for Fernando.

He's not there.

You mooch over and cling to his pillow as you wonder where he's gone to this early on his day off.

Then you hear a clatter from downstairs.

You idly wonder what your boyfriend is doing as you get out of bed and lazily get dressed in leggings and one of his t-shirts as the clattering is joined by some banging.

"Baby?" You call as you descend the stairs and make your way to the kitchen.

It's there you find a shirtless Fernando cursing in Spanish, his hair dishevelled and what seems like half the contents of the kitchen strew on the countertops.

"Cariño, no you can't see, it's a surprise." He tells you just before whatever he's accidently burning in the frying pan causes the fire alarm to wail.

More curse words fall from his mouth as he moves the frying pan aside and swiftly places a good morning kiss on your lips before turning off the alarm.

He sighs and looks around, "I did not mean to make such a mess."

"What is all this for?" You ask, closing the space between you two and trailing your hands over his tense shoulders and around to the nape of his neck.

He deflates into your touch, "Can I not do something nice for the love of my life without a reason huh?" He places a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You practically beam at him, "Of course you can." You are rewarded with sweet kisses peppered over your cheeks, your forehead, any part of your face he could reach while he pulled your body flush to his.

"But you, Fernando..." You say, placing your own kiss on his jawline to get his attention, "...are a meticulous planner, so there is a reason."

"It's our anniversary." He admits.

"Our anniversary isn't for another two months." You argue.

He grins, "Not our first date. Of the first time I saw you."

You worried for the state of your heart as it melted at his words.

"And you mentioned last week that none of your exes had ever made you breakfast in bed." His eyes darken as if he wanted to hurt anyone who had ever hurt you, "And I wanted to prove to you, you deserve to be taken care of, you deserve to be spoiled. You are wonderful, you need to be treated right." He says with passion.

Panic overtakes his features when you tear up at his words.

"Happy tears." You whisper in reassurance, "I love you."

"I love you more." He says and lights up when you laugh at his trademark competitive streak.

"You are a big softie underneath that hard exterior Baby." You grin at him, after he places his forehead against yours.

He pulls away as if puffing up his chest and huffs, "I am not soft."

He sounds so affronted, it makes you laugh. "Yes you are. And I love it."

He jokingly looks around as if not wanting anyone else to hear, "Fine, but only for you."

"Of course. You're all mine." You say proudly, running your hand through his messed up hair.

"And you are mine." He confirms with a playful growl and one of his heated kisses that never fails to make you weak at the knees.

"But I think I should stick to driving and not cooking." He contemplates as he practically holds you up as you recover.

"Probably for the best." You nod. "It was the thought that counts anyway, so thank you."

"Anything for you, Cariño, always."

Fics that defined my love of f1 rpf

In celebration of literally nothing actually, i bring you a fic rec list of some of my favourites!!! very condensed (100+ -> 15 not even including tumblr fics) and im kinda sad i cant put all of my favs down lol but these are like my must reads!!

pleaseeee read these if u havent already its all amazing even if you dont vibe with the ships themselves

Strollonso:

silver platter by atwater | E | 9k

Literally the first fic I've ever read and basically got me into this fandom (and ship). Theyre both so unhinged and amazing it's a very fun read. Probably the best written lance ive every read.

Make Sound by antimonyandthyme | E | 1k

Makes me so fucking insane no notes this is just amazing oh my god

I make two grand an hour by Kaytheologie | E | 3k

Literally so hot and so amazing. lance is so bitchy in this one is great. amazing writing and amazing premise, literally inspired me to sketch out something right after (might finish it at some point)

Sewis:

provenance by ecorone | M | 18K

Literally the fic that introduced and made me fall in love with sewis. it wrecked me like i still havent recovered at all. the writing itself is just, i vibe to it so much

The Numbering at Bethlehem by Kaytheologie | E | 26k

might be one of my favourite fics, ever. what a masterpiece genuinely the environment is just so immersive and lush. ive reread it a dozen time and it never gets old

Brocedes:

you're my purple candy high by nothoughtsjustvibes | M | 5k

baby's first brocedes 🥹 started my love affair with emotional destruction. ruined me when i just first read it and ruined me every time after that. The writing is so profound and laid out their tragedy bare.

the torture of small talk with someone you used to love by finedae | T | 2k

baby's first nico fic!! it also destroyed me!! i think this is the one that made me join f1br bc i was just so obsessed with the writing i needed to know what the author was like lol.

3344:

special research vessels by ecorone | M | 15k

listen i thought this ship wouldve been more popular than it is LOL or at least not as hated. regardless, i love this fic so much. I love the environment, I love the dialogue, the characterization, everything. It's just such an amazing reading experience

matchstick people by ecorone | E | 60k

if you havent noticed by now, im obsessed with this author. the prose, the characterizations, how beautifully the magical realism of it all was realized. horror as a genre is so underutilized in fanfics as a whole but when its done, its done amazingly. love love love

Others:

crude generalisations and vulgar simplifications by crescenteluce | E | 14k | Alexander Albon/George Russell

This fic is THE galex fic for me. it so funny and the writing is so witty its just fun to read. love the way the environment is constructed and it everything just feels so real. amazing

it's more than I can bear: this interminable want, turning and turning. by Anonymous | E | 2k | Fernando Alonso/George Russell

The vibes are rancid, the ships are niche, the writing is good. what more do you need? i love reading this and i love thinking about this.

Amen by sirius | M | 9k | Fernando Alonso/Lewis Hamilton

THE ferwis fic is my mind and mad me unreasonably obsessed with this ship. its so well written- like i love the characterization so much it makes me insane.

on golden sands bysionisjaune | T | 6k | Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg/Sebastian Vettel

Listen, this and the ships that go sailing are both just amazingly entertaining fics. its objectively such a good read and i enjoy spending my time reading it. its just so fun!

steal the air out of my lungs (make me feel it) by nahco3 | E | 26K | Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen

My favourite medical au fic!! ever!!! everything is just so well realized and the characterization is just spot on!! love everything about this fic and nothing i say can fully explain how amazing this fic is!!!

Shutter Speed byantimonyandthyme | E | 18k | Sebastian Vettel/Mark Webber

got me into photography lol. made me purchase my first actual camera. dont know what else to say its just that amazing

i am gonna Need your thoughts on senna. because all those pics of him in the speedo have me thinking boat sex and phew

ANON U REACHED DIRECTLY INTO MY BRAIN THANK U. @diorleclerc i think this anon has read our DMs :/// also, here's the full version of my profile pic, since it is Beautifully relevant to this ask 🥰 first ayrton ask of the blog!!

afab reader, mostly gn but one fem gendered term used in portuguese

while i would personally lean towards Pool Sex as a concept, boat sex is also vvvv good, this man was on boats a LOT?

you're trying to enjoy the hot brazilian summer weather, lounging out on the yacht in the harbour, maybe reading, or just sunbathing in your bikini

ayrton's in the sea, as usual. insane water baby moments for the aries fire sign.

you smile over at him as he climbs back onto the boat - until he starts flicking the cold water off his body onto you, shaking his head right above you to shower you in the water falling from his hair

and when you squeal out "ayrton--!" amidst laughter and try to move away from the water, he manhandles you up in his arms and flicks more water onto you

afterwards, you're practically sat in his lap, a shiver crossing your body both from the cold water and the way his large hands circle your waist as he smirks at you

"are you cold, gatinha?" he murmurs, his thumbs dipping below the elastic of your bikini bottoms, chuckling when you nod back at him, breathless. "let's warm you up, hm?"

your hands holding onto his biceps, steadying yourself as he presses two fingers shallowly into your pussy before dragging the wetness to your clit and rubbing small circles

one hand playing with your clit, making you drop your head to his freckled shoulder and whine his name

the other arm circling your waist and pulling you closer, to the point you can feel his hardening cock pressing against you

patronisingly coos at you as you whimper, pleading for more, your hips beginning to rock against his hand in a steady rhythm

your sounds grow in volume as you edge closer to your orgasm, and ayrton leans down to muffle them in a devouring kiss, his teeth pulling at your bottom lip

pulls away from your clit just as you're on the edge, and you whine a protest into his mouth

though it's immediately turned into a high-pitched moan at the back of your throat as he slides two fingers inside your wet cunt, curling them upwards and finger-fucking you to the orgasm you hoped for

you're brought back to earth by the sensation of being flipped onto your back, ayrton pulling your bikini bottoms off and hooking your legs around his waist with a grin

even after the first orgasm, the stretch as he pushes his cock into you is delicious, and you know you'll leave crescent-moon indents in his arms and shoulders where you're holding onto him

the pace he sets is immediately relentless, a bruising grip on your hips to match how your nails are digging into him

occasional words and half-phrases in portuguese, amidst his grunts and moans as his damp hair falls into his face

leans in as he nears his own orgasm, and you think he's going to kiss you - no, he's placing a bite to the crux of your neck, one that you know will flower into rich purples and reds

watches his cum drip out of you, all smug. he likes marking his territory.

Ooh looking through the men who don’t get enough requests !!! Maybe 31: “the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” With seb Vettel? Any version of seb does it for me but I won’t lie rbr seb !!! gets a girl goin!!

I know you wanted rbr seb but aston seb my beloved <3 // prompt: “the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

He's back on podium and you couldn't be more proud of him. It reminds of you when he was at RedBull and fighting for wins, for championships.

Seb was in his driver's room, Britta was on her way out as you were on your way in. "He's got press in 30 minutes," she reminds you, knowing how the two of you are.

You wave her off, promising to make sure he'd show up on time. You shut the door, finding your husband on the couch in his driver's room.

Seb smiles, patting his leg for you to come over and have a seat. you walk over, sitting. "I'm so proud of you," you tell him, holding his jaw.

"Thank you baby," he smiles. You were loving on him, kissing along his face, down his jaw to his neck. Seb's not stupid, he knows where this was going; the same thing he got scolded for over and over again at red bull.

"I have media," he reminds you. "I know." you tell him, kissing on his jaw.

Seb shifts you on his lap, "well since you know, the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

"You say that as if that's an issue for me," you giggled, the man kissing you as you shift to his thigh. Straddling his thigh, your dress bunched over your hips. Seb's hands rest on your ass, squeezing it before giving it a smack.

You start rocking yourself on his thigh. Back and forth very slowly. Your nails scratch down his chest, faint red marks being left behind.

Seb groans, his head tossed back and he lifts his leg slightly. The sudden change caused you to slide forward, clit rubbing against the fabric of his race suit under you.

The sound that left your mouth was like heaven on earth to him.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad.

Kinktober Day 2: Edging with James Wilson

Warnings: Dom!Wilson, Sub!reader, Fem!Reader, edging, vibrator, pre-established dom/sub relationship, slight public sex

Taglist: @flowercrowns-goodvibes @hurlonsororitygirls

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"Please..."

"No." James's voice was firm as he squeezed your hand gently. It was meant to be comforting, but with the vibrator he'd shoved into you before leaving the hotel that morning buzzing against your clit you were in no mood for his comfort.

You were at some medical conference with him, and he had gotten tired of listening to you say how board you were the day before. So, to keep you distracted he made you wear a vibrator all day, on just high enough to make you squirm but not high enough to make you cum.

"James, please. I need-"

"I said, no." He snapped, pinching your hip lightly before walking away to get you both a drink.

You shifted slightly on your feet, trying to find a comfortable stance without making it obvious that something is wrong.

"Y/n!" You turned slightly, seeing Cuddy walking towards you. You gave her a strained smile as she got to you. "Have you seen House anywhere? He's supposed to give a speech later, and I need to give him the que cards-"

You tuned your husband's bosses' voice out when you felt the vibrations go up for the first time all day. You had to dig your nails into your hand to keep from making any noise as you felt yourself quickly approaching a high.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Cuddy pulled your attention back to her with a concerned face. "You look very red."

"I-um. I'm a little warm." You fanned at your face, trying to discreetly squeeze your legs together. Cuddy stepped forward to push the back of her hand to your forehead.

"Did you have a fever today? You feel like your body is trying to break one- oh!"

You felt you knees buckle lightly, and a strong arm wrapped around your waist to stabilize you. "I've got you." Your husbands voice slid into your ear, and you quickly hid you face in his neck.

"Gonna..." You warned, and by a miracle the vibrations turned down. As much as you wanted to cum, you didn't necessarily want to do it in front of your husband's boss.

"I'm going to take her back up to the hotel room." You heard him telling Cuddy before a hand on your back started leading you towards the exit.

Once alone in the elevator, James tilted your head up, pulling you into a kiss. You gripped his shoulders roughly, pulling him closer to your body as you tried to ground yourself.

"Fuck you, James." You mumbled against his lips, making the man frown.

"You should be thankful that I'm taking you up now. I could make you sit through House's speech." He threatened, but you knew it was more bark than bite.

"You wouldn't. He would put together what you did in seconds of seeing me-ahh!" The end of your sentence was cut off by a cry when James upped the vibrations. "Screw you!" James just smiled at your words, stepping away from you as the elevator approached the floor.

"James, I can't walk." You panted, leaning against the wall.

"I believe in you." He promised with a big smile which you responded with a glare.

Just before the door opened you were able to push yourself off the wall and stand up fully. James didn't turn the vibrations down as you walked to the room but did offer his hand to keep yourself steady. Thankfully, no one else was in the hall during the walk, and once in the room you collapsed on the bed.

Your legs were spread slightly as you laid there, still panting from the constant stimulation. James walked over to stand between your legs.

"Keep them spread please."

You babbled something that even you weren't sure what it was meant to be. James spread them just a little more as he pushed the dress you were wearing up and pulled your soaked underwear down.

'You're dripping all over the place, surprised you didn't leave a trail behind you." He pulled the toy out of you, and you let out a loud moan at the feeling of no longer having constant vibrations. But you still wanted to cum.

"Please..." You whimpered, making James lean down and run his hand over your hair.

"What, you want to cum?" You quickly nodded, whimpering before he shushed you. "Too bad. You're still in trouble from yesterday, and I have to go down for the speech. Now stay here, rest up, order some food if you want, I'll be back later. And don't even think about touching yourself, because I will know." A few tears ran down your face as James walked towards the door, leaving you alone in the hotel.

i’m actually personally offended by the lack of jenson smut on this website so…

maybe daddy jenson and you watching a movie together and hes getting handsy, but you keep swatting him away bc it’s your favorite movie… eventually he’s hand enough of you being a brat so he sits you down on his cock, telling you to pay attention to the movie since that’s what you wanted so badly,,

I'm nothing if not a sucker for men that were f1 drivers and are now dilfs. 

“Stop it,” you pushed your husband’s hand away from your thighs. Jenson pouts, his arm moving back to its previous position around your shoulders. 

The two of you had finally settled down for the evening, you took a shower and were watching your favourite movie when Jenson joined you on the couch. You had on his favourite outfit; just his shirt, and now he won’t stop trying to fuck you but you wanted to watch your movie. 

“Darling,” Jenson hums, leaning into your side before kissing down your neck. “You’ve seen this movie a million times, you can miss some of it.” He tells you, his other hand slipping down to your thigh, getting as far as pushing them apart before you swat his hand away for the millionth time since he sat down. 

Jenson leaves you be; meaning he didn’t say anything but his actions didn’t stop. His hands wandered and they were just as troublesome as the rest of him. He pulls you onto his lap and you let him but your attention was fixed on the screen. 

You settle back against his chest, letting his hands wander again. It didn’t get far before you push them away. 

Jenson groans, you can feel him shuffling behind you and push you forward on his lap for the moment. You ignore whatever it is he's doing behind you, at least you tried too but Jenson literally lifts you back to where he wants. 

And that spot you ask? 

“Jense!” You let out a breath when you feel yourself sink down onto him. “What are you-” “Watch your movie,” he tells you. 

Your brows pull together, “wha.. what ?” You say, confused. 

“You wanted to watch your movie, so watch.” Your husband answers, his fingers trailing up and down the inside of your thighs. 

It was definitely harder to pay attention now, his fingers distracting you as did his need to re-situate himself every few minutes. You had enough when he lifts his hips for the 6th time in 10 minutes. 

“Stop it,” you mumble, your hand gripping his that was on your thigh.

“Stop what, sweetheart?” 

Your head falls back onto his shoulder when he lifts his hips again. “Don’t do that,” you say, Jenson’s hand wandering to between your legs, two fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit. “Fuck,” you breathe. 

“Need something ?” He asks; your husband was nothing if not cocky. 

“Jenson,” you call, your tone a warning in itself. 

He smiles, satisfied. He knows he had you exactly where he wants you. “Ask and I'll give you what you want, darling.” 

“Fuck me or I'll find someone else to do it.” 

Jenson hums, his arm wrapping around your torso as he moves you onto your hands and knees on the couch. “Even when I'm about to give you what you want, you’ve got an attitude.” 

You roll your eyes at his words, about to give him some snarky remark when he pulls you up by your hair, your back pressed to his chest. 

“I should fuck the attitude out of you, shouldn’t I?”