#mick schumacher x f!reader

[joelslegalwhre]

In great demand

pairing⁀➷ mick schumacher x fem!reader

word count⁀➷ 1.6k

summary⁀➷ in the ask :)

warnings⁀➷ female reader, fluff, mentions of marriage, (the boys teasing mick)

a/n⁀➷ I wrote this when Mick was still in Formula 2! (tell me if I missed a warning pls!)

"Bis dann." = "See you."

Requested; Would you mind writing something where Mick takes the reader (his girlfriend) for the first time to a race (maybe still in F2) and his friends tease him about having a gf but it's funny n stuff and they get caught kissing and yeah. You can change it a bit if you want I don't mind haha thank u so much

"Who's that?" Callum asked slightly confused. Mick turned around to see who Callum meant, a smile spreading across his lips, "That's my girl.".

You were standing beside his physio, Kai, talking to him and laughing. Just as the two boys looked in your direction, you turned around still laughing because Kai told you Mick should 'get his ass over here' to start his warm-up.

You looked surprised because you didn't realize that Callum had come to see Mick.

You walked up to them to inform Mick of the 'news' from his physio.

"Hey, ehm Callum, right?" you asked with a smile. "Yep." he answered, grinning at Mick before he looked back at you.

"Nice to meet you..." he reached out his hand, "y/n, Nice to meet you too." you smiled again, shaking his hand in a joking way.

You turned to your boyfriend grinning. "Kai wants you to 'move your ass over to him and start warming up'." you chuckled, quoting him. Mick rolled his eyes and said his goodbyes to Callum, who did the same.

"Well, I suppose I need to get to the garage too." he laughed.

You and Mick have been dating for half a year now, but no one really knew. Mostly, because the Schumacher's liked to keep their private life very separate from the media, and you liked it that way.

A few weeks ago, Mick asked you to accompany him to one of his Formula 2 races and here you were.

You were ready to show yourselves as a couple in public, but that didn't mean you would throw yourselves in front of the cameras. You liked it that Mick wanted to keep his private life as private as possible.

Because no one knew you were dating, everyone was surprised to see Mick with you, and they were asking him a ton of questions about your relationship. From the moment you arrived, there were dozens of reporters who wanted to take pictures of you together.

You were watching the race from the garage and saw Mick crossing the finish line in sixth place. You could imagine that he wouldn't be too happy. Nonetheless, the crew was clapping out of respect for his drive, and you could hear his team radio as he said, "Grazie.", his voice sounding a little disappointed.

He got out of his car, after parking it in front of the fans. Many people were standing near him, behind the low fence, shouting his name in order to get his attention, but even the guy working for Prema just got a light-hearted handshake.

After leaving all the people behind, he took his gloves off and looked back again briefly.

You were standing alongside the people, but you understood in what mood he must've been. So you followed him to the corridor leading to the garage, without really signalling him that you were even there.

Mick took his helmet off and tousled through his hair. You knew that he needed a moment's peace. But Mick noticed that you were there and was quite thankful for it. That's why he looked around for you when he was walking through the corridor and waited without saying a word until you were with him.

You weren't holding hands nor talking, just walking next to him, you didn't have to do anything, but he still felt understood and that's what Mick loved about you. You didn't have to exchange words in order to understand each other.

While walking to the garage, Mick opened up his suit a little.

A Prema employee moved the gate for you two to get through. You walked a little ahead while he gave Mick an appreciative handshake.

When Mick had caught up again, you smiled at him encouragingly. And as s you reached the garage, a couple of people already wanted Mick’s attention. You gently took his helmet from his hands and smiled at him encouragingly.

Mick smiled back weakly as if to say "I love you" and pecked you on the lips before turning back to the conversation.

"Are you finished already?" you asked him as he came back to you, surprisingly early. "Yes, there wasn't much we needed to talk about for right now." he said.

"Have you been waiting here the whole time?" he asked and looked around you, for a chair or something to sit on, but then deciding on leaning on the table in front of you. "Yeah, it wasn't really long. I've checked my phone and watched everything around me. It's pretty interesting for someone who's never been here." you chuckled and gave him a quick kiss.

Mick took a deep breath and smiled at you, enjoying the little moment between you two. "Let's go." you grinned. “Yes, please.” he let out a thankful breath.

With interlaced hands, you walked out of the garage, to the hospitality. Mick still had his race suit on, but he had opened it up earlier, so the top part was hanging around his hips. Just a few meters in front of the hospitality, someone shouted Mick's name.

"Mick! Mr. Schumacher!" You both turned around at the same time and saw a reporter, waving at you to stop for a moment. "Can we have a moment of your time?" the reporter asked nicely.

You knew Mick wasn't really pleased about giving interviews, but he also knew that this was part of being a racing driver, so he just shook his head 'yes' and lightly smiled at him.

You wanted to walk a bit further, so you wouldn't disturb him, but Mick didn't let go of your hand. He had it crossed diagonally behind him and was drawing small circles on your hand without anyone really noticing. You tried to hide your smile and listened to the interview.

"Thank you very much, Mick. Have a great day, you two." The reporter said, smiling at both if you. "Thank you, you too." Mick said politely, and you nodded at him with a smile.

Your hands weren't parted for a second when you walked on.

"Mr. and Mrs. Schumacher are in great demand today, aren't you?" Marcus said with a grin to you as you passed him on your way to the hospitality.

"I'm sure he is more than I am." you laughed.

"Don't you have a debrief to attend?" Mick asked him mockingly, but Marcus just shrugged his shoulders waving you goodbye with a grin. You chuckled lightly, because you could sense Mick's awkwardness when Marcus called you Mr. and Mrs. Schumacher.

"Don't worry about him." you pocked Mick in the arm and elicited a grin from him.

"If you say so, Mrs. Schumacher." he joked and grinned at you.

You didn't want to lie, you liked the way he called you by his last name. There was a pleasantly warm feeling in your stomach when he did so.

You sat with Kai again, and talked about how everything is going at the moment, when Mick came back from his debrief, already dressed in his normal clothes.

His arm was placed over the chair you were seated on. His fingertips thoughtlessly playing with the ends of your hair. "Hey." he said to both you and Kai. Mick kissed your cheek from behind, and you turned around smiling, “Hi,”.

Kai nodded and smiled, "Hey, Mick.".

"Is everything alright?" you asked him. "Yes, I think I'm done for today. Do you want to take a walk?" Mick asked you and stroked your hair. "I’d love to." you said excitedly.

"See you tomorrow, Kai." you said your goodbyes to him. "Bis dann." Mick said.

You always talked about how you wanted to walk around the track, and that was why he had exactly that in mind.

But first, he wanted to have a moment with you alone. With nobody watching your every step. "Where are you going?" you asked Mick when he led you into a quiet corner.

"I love you." Mick said instead of answering you, cupping your face in his hands. He smiled at you. "I love you too, Micky." you whispered, smiling back at him.

"Thank you for being there with me after the race."

"Of course. But you know, a sixth place isn't bad. You still did a fantastic job." you said, as you placed your hand on top of his.

"Yes... I know," Mick looked into your eyes, a loving smile on his face which you could only copy from him.

"So, do you want to kiss me already?" you chuckled, joking with him.

Mick wasted no time and placed his lips on yours. It felt like you were at home. His hands were still on your cheeks, and he stroked them lightly. You put your arms around his neck to be even closer to him, your heartbeat was fastening, and you couldn't suppress a smile.

It was as if all the tension of the day, which you didn't even know was there, was falling off of you. Your lips matched perfectly, and you relaxed into the kiss.

You parted as you both gasped for air. You were still standing in the same position, your arms wrapped around Mick's neck, but his hands were now resting on your hips as you heard someone yell, "Get a room!".

You looked around and saw Callum and Robert smirking at the sight of two of you. "Shut up, Callum!" Mick shouted back and chuckled. Your cheeks got warm, and you knew they were turning into a light shade of pink.

Robert just slapped Callum on the shoulder with a laugh, "Let's go and leave the love birds to themselves."

When the two of them were gone, Mick turned his gaze back to you, “They are everywhere.” he said with a playfully shocked expression. You just shook your head laughing.

"C'mon, we wanted to take a walk, didn't we future Mrs. Schuhmacher?" Mick asked, winking at you as he intertwined your hands again. 

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[thisismeracing]

I was at uni yesterday and when i got to the classroom there was a boy whose side profile looked exactly like Mick's. He also had a white cap on and a hoodie, the way my heart skipped a beat was insane, even tho i knew it wasn't Mick. The resemblance was crazy 😂😂😂

But all i could think about since yesterday is a very cocky Mick, with a sprinkle of arrogance and, my favourite, ✨touch her and I'll kill u✨ stare. Oh and having him in the uni square when it's a break or something and his eyes just following u until u meet ur friends or until u get inside the building

OH MY GOSH HOW I NEED COLLEGE MICK. He'd be hot as hell. And the most intelligent one among the other guys

HE’S IN YOUR CLASS??! Bestie, I’m already writing this story for you ✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾 ahahahah but all jokes aside I would be thinking about it non stop for a bit

MICK TAKING YOU TO CLASS CKWMJCJWJDJS IM GONNA RIOT!!!!!!

Can you imagine?! His backpack on one shoulder, his other arm around you or carrying your books, and he has this blank expression that makes people part ways if theyre in the middle of the corridor. You used to be a bit shy about it, but nowadays you just hold to him and enjoy walking around without the weight of tons of books and dozens of mean uni students not giving you space to walk.

He’d be botter and def smarter indeed, and he would do it so easily everyone would be like how?????? He’s got at maths, aces chemistry, and his only weak subject would be your strongers which meant tons of extra studying together with lots of encouraging from you 👁️👁️ hehe

I think he’d be part of a frat, but not really into it too. Just… there. Goes to a party every once in a while, but hates how loud and messy it gets sometimes.

also dont get me started on tipsy!college!mick skdjsjjdjs the first time he gets tipsy around you you fall even harder because he will smile and laugh a lot more and push his cap backwards!

#college!mick #thots #millies inbox #anon #ms47 #mick schumacher #f1 x reader #op: later #might f around and write this scenario 👀

[tommydarlings]

fucktoy | f1 grid

pairing: dom!carlos sainz ; dom!daniel ricciardo ; dom!mick schumacher ; dom!charles leclerc x sub!bimbo!reader

warnings: smut, spitting, hair pulling, dacryphilia, blowjob, mention of gagging, size kink, dumbification

w/c: 0.7k

summary: the f1 grid loves to simply use you as their fucktoy or as a stress relief and nothing else.

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thinking about how the f1 grid would simply use you as a stress relief, as a simple fucktoy they can use whenever and wherever they want.

Carlos — for an example — coincidentally saw you walking around in the paddock after a bad qualifying and immediately snatched you by your tiny wrist and dragged you towards the nearest bathroom, throwing your smaller frame into one of the stalls before he lifted your skirt and pushed your thong to the side, quickly freeing himself and ramming his entire length into you without any warning, forcing a high pitched gasp out of you.

“Oh my g-god, Carlos!” You loudly whined before he covered your mouth with his big palm, other hand pushing your hips a bit forward so he could probably bend your body however he pleased, making your ass perfectly stick out for him to fuck.

He groaned behind you as you felt his hand squeezing your hip, abdomen already slapping against your back while you choked on your sobs behind his hand.

“Oh f-fuck,” he dropped his forehead against the back of your head as the pace of his hips went up, making you roll your eyes into the back of your head, “fuck that stupid race this weekend, I’ll just tell Ferrari I’m sick and fuck you the whole Sunday until you're so cockdumb that you don’t even want to leave my hotel room anymore, zorra,” slut.

Or how Daniel would immediately look for you after a good qualifying, asking everybody if they had seen you.

“Where’s she?” He hastily asked Pierre who just pointed towards the Mercedes garage. Without even thanking Pierre, Daniel entered the garage and intertwined your hand with his as soon as he saw you, quickly dragging your towards the Mercedes hospitality since that was the closest room.

Only a couple of minutes later you were already bend over one of the small beds, skirt lifted up so your ass was on full display while Daniel's finger played with your wet pussy from behind.

“D-Daniel, please!” You begged in a whiny tone, making him chuckle, “Please what, little one? You have to tell me what you want or I can’t give it to you,” he kissed your shoulder blade before he focused his eyes on his two fingers and how they were rubbing your clit before he shoved them slowly into you, making your head fall forward.

“Oh no, no, no baby,” he laughed deeply, “you stay here while I play with you,” he harshly grabbed the roots of your hair and pulled your head back up, making you groan as he continued fingering your wet cunt.

Or how mick would not hesitate to harshly knock on your hotel room after a bad race.

“Y/n, open the door for me, please,” he would ask you, making you open the door before he would literally pick your barely covered body — since you were only in pyjamas — up and throw you onto the couch, not even bothering to go to the bedroom.

Without a second thought, he’d have your shorts and panties already removed, briefly gliding his hard and long dick up and down your pussy before he spit on it, rubbing his spit with his fingers all over your needy cunt.

He’d definitely make you watch as he entered you, placing his big hand onto the back of your head and force you to watch him enter your pretty pussy.

“You feel me inside of you, pretty girl? Hmm? You feel me stretching that poor little cunt of yours out and using it?” He’d ask you while you just dumbly nodded, “don’t play so dumb alr-” but quickly stopping his own sentence while the fingertips of his other hand rubbed your puffy clit,

“Oh you really are already dumb, baby?! But that’s okay, you’re my pretty little dumb girl, hmm? Yeah, that’s right, my dumb princess.”

Or how Charles would without a word drag you towards his drivers room after he won a race, loudly slamming the door shut before he’d remove his racing suit and pull his long erection out,

“On your knees, right now.”

And while you’re busy sucking his cock, he’d be so cocky, “Don’t you wanna pleasure the winner of the day, huh? Don’t you wanna be a good little obedient girl and satisfy the man of the race?” He’d place his hand onto the back of your head and force you to gag on his cock, making tears stain your cheeks.

“Just like that, can we go even further? Even further? Fuck yes we can, baby, you’re doing so good for the winner,” he’d praise you while he wiped some of your tears away, other hand fisting your hair and guiding your head.

#fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #smut #carlos sainz #carlos sainz smut #daniel riccardo x reader smut #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc x reader #mick schumacher #mick Schumacher smut #mick Schumacher x reader #smutty

[uluvjay]

Guys my age- L.Hamilton

Lewis Hamilton x fem Schumacher! Reader

In which your boyfriend can’t seem to satisfy you the way you need, landing you in the hands of someone much more experienced

Warnings?; SMUT; Age gap!(reader is 25), reader is also Charles girlfriend!, physical cheating, mentions of cheating, unprotected sex(wrap it before u tap it!), p in v, fingering(f receiving), nipple play.

Not really sure how I feel about this but I hope you enjoy!

Your hadn’t intended for Lewis to overhear the conversation with your brother’s girlfriend, it was quit embarrassing to have someone catch you talking about the fact that your boyfriend hadn’t gotten you off in months but here you were.

Laila had noticed the tension in your shoulders as of Late and the way you always seemed to be frustrated, but she didn’t want to overstep.

That was until she saw your frustrated frame exiting the Ferrari motorhome and stomping into the Mercedes hospitality. Quietly following you she found you sat in a far corner with a bottle of water and pout on your lips.

“Are you okay?” She questioned sitting next to you.

With a huff you thought about lying but you couldn’t take this anymore, Charles hadn’t been satisfying you in the slightest and you hadn’t shared your building frustrations with anyone.

“Me and Charles are having some…issues” you shrugged.

“Oh? Are you guys arguing?” She kindly asked.

“Uh no…I-it’s more you know, sex related” you whispered.

“Oh!” She blushed with a small smile.

“I’m sorry Laila, you definitely don’t wanna hear about my issues regarding my sex life” you blushed as well.

“No, it’s okay! I’m assuming you haven’t talked to anyone about it and I can tell somethings been bothering you, so spill. I’m all ears” she smiled, moving her chair closer to yours.

However what you had managed to miss in your small annoyance filled haze was the Brit sat at the table behind yours.

Lewis had been quietly enjoying his lunch when he watched you storm inside, face red and eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. He watched you purchase the bottle of water and slump down in a chair at the table in front of him.

He was never one to eavesdrop but hearing your say that Charles wasn’t satisfying you in the way you needed caught his attention and for some reason he couldn’t turn his attention away.

You were a good bit younger then the him, and maybe he’d read the signals wrong but there was always tension between the two of you since Mick had joined Mercedes.

Between your sweet hugs and lingering touches every time you passed by him, you had him going crazy. It didn’t help that He always found himself locked in conversations with you when you would hang around the garage.

You loved hearing about the car and all the new adventures he and Roscoe had been on while he was home, and he enjoyed hearing you talk about university and how your Major was going.

You’d also be lying if you said the way his hand lingered on your lower back after a hug didn’t make you feel butterflies in your stomach, or that you didn’t find yourself watching his ink covered hands more often then not.

There was no lie that Lewis was a beautiful man, everyone knew it. And yes you’d caught yourself staring at the man a lot but you loved Charles, and you’d never betray him like that. Well that’s what you told yourself until the older man had you pinned against the door of his drivers room.

-

“Lewis!” You called turning down the hallway you’d seen him disappear down.

The man turned at the sound of you calling his name, a smile over taking his face as he watched you open your arms to embrace him.

“I wanted to tell you congratulations, I didn’t catch you outside” You spoke into his shoulder as your hands went around his neck, and his took place around your waist.

“Thank you darling” he replied placing a kind kiss to the side of your head.

“Of course! You did amazing, and it was wrong of the team to leave you hanging out there” you whispered to the taller man, not wanting anyone from the team to hear.

“Ehh, not to upset about it. Just happy I was able to secure a podium” he smiled looking down at you.

You two held eye contact for a moment, hands still lingering on each others bodies with no intention of moving them.

“I..uh” you stuttered as you finally moved your eyes to ground at the feeling of a blush began to scatter your cheeks and you felt the deep throb in your core.

“You should what sweetheart?” He teased

“I uh should head back to Ferrari, think Charles and Carlos wanted to go out to celebrate the win.” You shyly spoke attempting to take a step back but his hold on your waist stayed.

“Ahh, Charles right.” He nodded before patting your hip and pulling his hand away, taking a step back.

“Have fun darling, hopefully you’ll be able to Cum tonight” he smirked as your distancing frame turned back around so quick he was scared you’d fall.

“What?” You spoke, mouth drying instantly.

“Weren’t very quite In hospitality today love, heard ever bit of your rant to Laila. Heard how no matter what he does he just can’t seem to make you finish, such a shame really. A woman like you deserves to be having so many orgasms that you have to beg for him to stop” he teased with a faux pout on his lips.

“Lewis-I, you weren’t supposed to hear that” you whispered yelled at the man as you walked closer to him.

“Oops” he shrugged before turning and making way into his drivers room, a smirk forming on his face as he heard your light footsteps following.

It was like your feet were moving on their own accord, quickly following behind him and shutting his drivers room door as you entered.

You kept yourself pinned against the door as he sat his helmet down on a table and began to remove his fireproofs. A breath got caught in your throat at the sight of him pulling off his undershirt, revealing his ink covered back.

“Why don’t you take a picture darling?” He teased as he turned back to face you.

“I-” you tried speaking out a snappy reply but the feeling of his body growing closer and closer to yours had you shutting up.

“You what?” He asked quietly as his hands found a home on your waist again.

“Nothing” you quipped, mind already blanking due to the warmth his hands were providing on your body.

He reached a hand up to cup your face, smiling when you leaned into it.

“Tell me, what’re we going to do here Y/n? You want me to fuck you? Take care of you the way a woman deserves to be taken care of? Or are you going to go back to you boyfriend and pretend this never happened?” He lightly questioned.

You thought about it for a moment, you really did. You loved Charles but it was no lie that over the past few months things had been different, you two didn’t touch each other the same and when you did he couldn’t even get you to the end. And it wasn’t really betrayal if he had already been meeting up with that art major from Paris, so you said fuck it.

“I want you to fuck me lewis, give me what I deserve” you whispered in his ear.

One sentence was all it took for his inked hand to slip from your cheek down to your throat and his lips to slam against yours. The kiss was quick and messy, full of clashing teeth and tongue’s fighting for dominance but you loved every second of it.

Your hands found his braids, lightly tugging causing a groan to escape the man’s throat. Your own sounds starting to escape from your throat as his lips began their descent down your neck.

He smirked against you skin when he heard your small whine as his teeth nipped at the spot below your ear.

“Lew, no marks please” you whimpered out.

“Mhm” he grumbled before his lip’s reattached to yours and his hands slipped down your thighs before tapping the back of them, signaling for you to jump.

A gasp of surprise left your lips when his hands gripped your ass under your sundress rather then your thighs. He kept his hold on you as we walked the two of you to the small couch he had in his room, laying you down against the leather as he hovered over you.

“So pretty baby” he praised, his eyes ranking over your flushed body. Your dress had ridden up exposing the pretty white lace you were wearing under your dress. A groan escaped Lewis’s throat at the sight of the delicate material, running a finger under the band he snapped it against your skin, earning a whine from you.

He rolled your dress up the rest of the way allowing him to see the wet spot that had formed on your panties.

“So wet for me, huh baby?” He teased with a smirk as he slowly moved the lace to the side, growling at the sight of your dripping folds.

“All for you sir” you shot back as your own smirk took over your face at his warning look.

“Little bit of a brat aren’t you baby?” He spoke reaching over to pinch your thigh.

You nodded in reply, pulling your lower lip between your teeth as he began to trail his fingers where you needed them most.

“Oh! You gasped as he ran one through your folds, his touch was new and unfamiliar and you could feel your body craving for more of it.

He worked you slowly, starting with small rubs to your clit before journeying a finger down to your entrance and slipping inside. He could watch the sight of your thrown back head all day everyday.

“Lewis” you whimpered his name as his finger began speeding up, “please add another” added in a light plea for the man to give you just a bit more.

Giving you what you asked he slipped another finger inside and began scissoring said fingers at a fast pace, loving the way you threw your eyes were rolling for him.

He continued to work you for a while, fingers moving at an unforgiving pace as his thumb came and went against your clit and his mouth spilled dirty words at you, all helping to push you closer and closer to the edge you hadn’t been at in months.

“Fuck! I’m gonna come Lewis, please let me cum” you begged the older man, opening your eyes to meet his dark ones.

“Go ahead baby, come for me” he gave permission.

Your body shook at the feeling of your orgasm washing over you for the first time in what felt like ages. A mix of German and English spilled from your mouth as Lewis continued to work you through your high, not stopping until you we’re attempting to push his hand away.

A whine escaped your mouth as you watched him slip his glistening fingers into his mouth, a low groan escaping him at the taste.

“Taste so good princess” he smiled

You pulled him down into another kiss, a whimper escaping you at the taste of yourself on his tongue. You hands reached down to push down his underwear and finally free his aching cock.

You pulled away from his mouth just in time to watch his length bounce against his lower stomach, a moan breaking free at the sight.

“Want you to fuck me lewis, please” you once again begged the older man.

“Whatever you want pretty girl” he spoke as he stroked himself a few times before running his tip through your folds.

He felt so heavy and warm against you, he was about the same length as Charles just thicker, and you couldn’t wait to feel all of him inside you.

Your fingers dug crescent marks into his back as he slipped inside, his face was buried in your neck allowing you to hear the small whimper that escaped his throat at the feeling of you welcoming him inside.

“Fuck you’re so tight” he groaned, stilling for a moment attempting to give you both a moment to get used to one another.

“You can move now” you breathlessly spoke.

With a small nod you felt him begin to move, he started slowly but after a moment he set a steady pace that had your eyes rolling back.

He felt so fucking good, you could feel every single ridge and vein on his cock, the way he filled you up had you barley able to breathe.

Lewis wasn’t doing much better, the vice grip you had around him had him ready to cum in seconds and he truly wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to last.

“Feel so full Lewis” you cried to the man, locking you ankles around his waist.

“I know baby, doing so good for me” he praised you, his hand finding the hem of your dress, pulling it down to allow your breast to be free.

You whined at the felling of his teeth lightly grazing one of your nipples while a hand worked on the other, pulling and pinching the hardened bud.

One of your hands slipping around the back of his neck to keep him there, while the other ran down his back leaving deep scratches in its wake.

“I’m getting close” you whimpered out as the feeling of stomach got hotter and hotter by the second.

“Me to baby” he replied as he leaned back and moved your legs from his waist to his rest over his shoulders.

The moan that escaped your mouth due to the new position was downright pornographic and had a small giggle coming from the man above you.

“H-holy shit” you moaned, it was all beginning to be to much, the building pressure in your stomach and the way his cock didn’t seem to miss that spot inside of you, reaching a hand out in attempt to push him only resulted in your hand being smacked away.

“Gonna come? I can feel how tight your clenching around me, come on pretty girl” he encouraged as one of his hands slipped down to rub the bud between your legs.

“Lewis!” You all about screamed at the added sensation.

“Ooh, I’m cumming! I’m cumming Lewis” you cried as the dam inside you finally broke and you came all over him, coating his cock in your wetness.

“Oh god” he groaned, the way you were clenching around him and the sharp whines leaving your lips were egging him on.

“Come on Lewis, come for me” you encouraged in his ear, lips working around his neck.

“Fuck, where do you want me to come baby?” He questioned knowing he was seconds away from coming.

“Inside lew, please cum inside of me” you begged him.

And he did just that, face buried in your neck as your hands ranked down his back and he shook above you. Pretty moans and little “oh fucks” escaping from his throat and right into your ear.

He just about dropped right on top of you after he finished coming, placing little kisses where his mouth could reach while you ran a hand up and down his back and placed your own kisses to his head.

You were about to speak up before the sound of knocking and your brother’s girlfriends voice came through the door.

“Uh Lewis, is Y/n in there? We can’t find her”

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#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 smut #mercedes f1 #mercedes formula one

[pedantic-poison]

golden | MS47

GIF by brawn-gp

pairing: black cat gf! fem reader x golden retriever bf! mick schumacher

warnings: fluff! and also a brief but very explicit mention of oral (f receiving) and p in v (oops lol)

requested: yes!

word count: 0.9k

author's note: second time posting this because the first time it didn't show up in the tags at all so thanks for that tumblr! anyways yes this IS so extremely inspired by the song daylight by taylor swift not that anyone asked but the second i read the request i couldn't help it

you'd met at a party, where you'd been standing quietly in a corner, drink in your hand, content to just mind your business without talking to anyone until you'd been there long enough that you wouldn't feel bad leaving

it was some friend's birthday, not close enough that you had to spend most of the night with them, but you like them enough to make an appearance, even though you hated parties

Mick, golden boy that he is, was the center of attention without really meaning to be

talking to everyone like they were an old friend he'd known for years, and at some point he looked up and realized that you were the only person in the room who he hadn't spoken to

he didn't even know your name, actually

and he couldn't help himself, he was just too curious, and he thought you were so gorgeous, he figured it was better to just go talk to you than to stare at you with heart eyes from across the room

Mick is such a sunshine boy that even when other people sometimes find you a little standoffish, when he first saw you, he just adored you right away

wasn't intimidated by you at all he was just completely enamored

initially, you were a little overwhelmed by him, kind of waiting for the other shoe to drop and show that it was an act

how sweet he was, how kind, how considerate, the way he would listen to you so intently, like the moment you opened your mouth to finally speak the rest of the world faded away

you just couldn't believe that he was being genuine, that he really cared about you that way

but the look on his face when he's watching you is so earnest

he didn't mind that at first you weren't very talkative, or that it took a little while for you to really trust that his affection for you was real

besides, he can talk enough for the both of you anyways

you finally had to confront just how much you cared about him because of the shit show with Haas

more than once Mick had to talk you down from personally fighting G*nter on his behalf

and once you finally let those walls down and let him in? Mick was stuck to you like glue

he'd come home, or back to your shared hotel room, after a long day during race weekends and just collapse onto you, laying his head on your chest while you'd scratch his head or his back

he fell asleep like that, on top of you, more than a few times

sometimes you weren't really sure what to do or say, but Mick would just assure you that you were making him feel better, that you were doing everything right, even when he was the one who needed comfort

and when you have a bad day at work or school?

that man pampers you like a princess

he literally will not let you do ANYTHING for yourself

and you don't even have to tell him that you had a rough day, he can just see it in your face the moment you walk through the door

he gives you these mini lectures about asking for help when you need it, reminding you that you help him when he has a tough time, and that it's only fair for him to get to return the favor

if you ever try to tell him that he's already so sweet to you, all the time, he won't hear it

just ushers you towards the couch or bed with your favorite blanket in hand

he'll have you lie back against his chest, nestled in between his legs, so he can wrap his arms around you and hold you to him, tight and comforting

whispering sweet nothings into your ear, planting kisses on the top of your head

bubble baths, your favorite foods and shows, holding your book in front of your face for you so your arms don't get tired, kissing the back of your neck or your shoulder each time he turns the page

supporting your body with his as he finger fucks you until you're shaking, caging you in with those big, buff arms and his warm body, your legs draped over his so he can keep them open for him, surrounding you and overwhelming all of your senses, so all you can feel or think of is him, his free hand roaming your body, massaging your tits and reaching up to cradle your throat so he can tilt your head back to give him better access

or making you ride his face so you can make yourself feel good, until you've cum so many times and so hard that you can barely see straight, and then fucking you into the mattress, deep and slow, whispering words of praise about how you're doing so well for him, how you feel so good, looking so pretty while you take his cock like a good girl

when you're overthinking and can't stop worrying about something, and his usual pampering tricks don't work, he'll just fuck you dumb, make you go mindless with pleasure so that you can't think period

he hates having to be away from you for race weekends, even now that he's with mercedes and isn't fighting for his life every weekend

even when you're both busy, he'll always manage to make time for you, dropping in and surprising you, even if it's only for a few days before he's off to the next track

he's also completely immune to any of your usual attempts at self-sabotage

he doesn't let you lash out at him or start fights or have huge blow out arguments

he just wants to give you the whole world

and you just want him

because his love isn't black and white, or burning red

it's golden

like daylight

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[redclercs]

— or, the one where you go back to square one.

✤ requested as part of the lavender haze event!

✤ ex! mick schumacher x fem reader, prompts used: “say you want me, and i’m yours.” + "what pretty noises you're making for me… am i making you feel good?" + car sex in the rain

✤ warnings: smut, slight angst, mutual pining, mdni!! little plot, fingering (f receiving), grinding, little bit of dirty talk, car sex, idk how to write car sex bear with me lmao, protected sex, piv, hair pulling. while the actions portrayed in this writing are consensual, do not take this as an example and be smart about having sex!! 2k words (this was supposed to be a really short drabble)

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It’s a make it or break it situation every time you see Mick.

Not your fault really, things with him never go the way you plan them in your head and there is no use in being angry anymore, life happens and that’s that. Your attempt at being something else with Mick had met its dead end sooner rather than later, and like a pair of fools you told each other you could go back to being friends, as if nothing had happened.

But honestly, how are you supposed to look at Mick as just your friend again? When all you can picture when you close your eyes are scratches that run down his back and the hickeys on your neck.

"What are you thinking?" he asks, pulling you out of your thoughts like he always does when he notices that faraway stare. "Everything okay?"

Unable to hold back your eyeroll, you nod. "Just great."

Mick frowns and then shrugs, he doesn't want in-depth explanations of your feelings lately. It's not that he doesn't want to deal with them, but he doesn't know how to without making a burden out of his own.

He flashbacks constantly to the night the decision of being 'just friends' was made between the two of you. It was for the best, or so he thought and the momentary relief he'd felt when you agreed didn't compare to the anguish that followed him since your friend let it slip that you were moving on with someone else.

It's possible he's taking you straight to someone else right this second, as you're on your way to a party hosted by one of your mutual friends. He shouldn't have agreed to this, and he's been praying for something—just about anything—to get in the way, so you can't make it to your destination.

You turn the volume of the radio up, you hate the song, but you don't think you can go on with the only sound being the rain pattering outside the car.

Mick's prayers are answered when the rain starts falling so heavy, it's impossible to see further than a few meters, even the headlights of the rest of the cars are hidden through the curtain of water falling from the sky.

"Should I pull over?" he questions, albeit stupidly. It's the best course of action right now and he is in no rush to continue the journey. "It's safer."

You shrug again, feigning disinterest although your body has tensed. "Fine by me."

Mick stops in a lay-by, turning the car engine off once he's made sure he's left enough space for another vehicle that wants to park behind you. "We'll just let the rain pass for a while."

"I know," you huff, he doesn't have to narrate everything you do. It's irritating and you're not a child that needs explanations every two seconds.

"Why are you mad at me?" he questions, turning the volume down before undoing his seatbelt. "Did I do something wrong?"

Where do you start?

"We would have missed the rain if you'd gotten to my place on time," you murmur. It's the first excuse you can think of to be angry at him, although it's not the real reason.

"I said I was sorry, y/n. I had things to do other than being your chauffeur."

"Well I didn't know being 'my chauffeur' bothered you so much, I could have asked Esteban to take me instead."

"You know it's not that," Mick groans, hitting his forehead against the steering softly.

"Then what is it?" you roll your eyes again, turning in the seat to look at him. "Please, do tell."

Mick stares back at you, and the choice is made within seconds in his brain, he's telling the truth. He cannot keep pretending he's not absolutely tormented by the idea that you've met someone else. "I don't want you to move on. I don't want you to go to whoever is waiting for you at that party."

You're caught off guard, having expected something entirely different to come out of his mouth. A strangled 'what?' leaves your lips before Mick is kissing you, praying once again, that you don't reject his advance. Even if it's what he deserves.

It's a desperate kiss, sloppy and wet and better than any you've ever had with him. Because you can feel how much he has wanted it, and you have wanted it too, so, so much. But what if this is all he wants? To know he still holds this power over you to have you physically, but with no strings attached.

You cannot handle the heartbreak of not being able to have him in the way you want to. Not again.

You push him off you, firm but gentle as his lips start traveling down your jaw and to your neck. "No, Mick. Not again."

"Why not?" he whispers against the pulse on your neck, sending shivers through your body. "y/n..."

“Say you want me, and I'm yours," you sigh, as his lips still hover over your skin. "But mean it, Mick. Mean it this time."

"I want you, y/n. I never stopped wanting you," his right hand is holding your jaw and the other is in your hair, combing it behind your ear. "And I'm not saying this just to fuck you. I mean it. I miss you."

You've known Mick for enough time to have figured out the little tells he has when he's lying. And you are so relieved to find that he's not, as he takes you in with those blue eyes you've missed so much. "I miss you too," you whisper, before looking for his lips again.

One moment you're still in your seat, legs twisted in an uncomfortable position and the next you're on Mick's lap, after he's moved the seat all the way back leaving you enough space not to be pressed against the steering wheel.

His hands are on your hips and your ass, lifting the skirt you're wearing before letting it fall back down. Your hands wrap around his neck before falling to his chest. The kisses you exchange are still messy, rushed and quick. You bite his lower lip before licking it soothingly and he groans, hands pressing harder on your ass.

You can feel his fingers moving to your inside thigh slowly, ghost touches that are there one moment and gone the next. You move your hips back and forth, slowly, starting to feel Mick's growing bulge. He grunts again, pulling you down on him to create more friction.

Mick's hand finally finds its way back to your throbbing core, you're starting to get desperate because it's just not enough. No matter how much you sway your hips in circles or you press down on him, it's not enough. "Please," you whine against the shell of his ear, "Please touch me."

His index and middle finger press against the wet cloth that are your panties and he smiles into your lips. "You're so wet for me,"

You can't find a coherent answer, and he doesn't let you anyway, as he moves your panties to one side to access your hole. His index goes inside you painfully slowly, and you know he's enjoying torturing you this way. Your fingers pull on the back of his head, tugging at his hair and you're not surprised when he moans, the hand that's not on your pussy clasps the back of your neck.

The rain is still going strong around you, and yet the only sounds both of you can focus on are the ones leaving you both. Gasps and moans, grunts and whines.

"What pretty noises you're making for me… am i making you feel good?" Mick pulls your head back by the neck for you to stop hiding your face against his neck as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. His thumb is drawing slow circles in your clit while he interchanges the motion of pumping you to scissoring them inside of you. "Do you want to cum?"

You nod desperately, grinding against his fingers while you still pull on his hair. "Please, Mick."

"Not with my fingers,"

You miss him immediately when he pulls his hand away, your hole clenching around nothing. But you hurry to undo his belt and zipper, you need him right now. Mick shifts in his seat, looking for the jacket in the backseat.

Your fingers wrap around his dick and you start pumping him slowly, your thumb running across his tip between movements has him moaning and bucking his hips.

"Seriously?" you pause, looking at the brand new pack of condoms he gets out of the inside pocket of his jacket.

"In my defense, Esteban asked me to buy them for him," his already reddened cheeks turn a shade or two darker, and he smiles at you. "He won't miss one."

You continue with your up and down movements while Mick opens the package and once he gets the condom out, he grabs your wrist to halt you.

Mick almost cums from the sight of you putting the condom on him, something he never thought he'd ever see again after fucking everything up.

You move your underwear to the side once again and Mick grabs your hips to lift you before letting you fall slowly on his cock. Both of you throw your heads back in pleasure and you stay like that for a moment, taking in the sensation of being as physically close as you can possibly be. Mick fills you up perfectly, and you feel so, so good around him.

Your hips rock back and forth slowly, while you maintain eye contact with him, blue eyes eating you up in awe. And he helps you lift your body and fall back on him at your own pace, he's at your mercy.

The hand that isn't steadying you goes back to your clit, caressing and pressing until he finds that right movement that makes you hold your breath before you release it in a pleasured cry. "Just like that, Mick, please."

He continues to draw circles on your clit while nipping on your neck, interrupted every now and then by his own moans of pleasure. Your pace quickens and Mick's neck strains, trying to hold his orgasm back, he wants you to reach yours first.

You smile at his distress, and move your hips faster guiding him up and down in frantic movements. And it's useless how much he tries to hold back, because when you bottom out, he groans, his release spilling inside the condom.

But you don't stop riding him, and he tries his best to keep his focus on the bundle of nerves between your legs, twisting his fingers faster and harder until you grip his shoulder and let your head fall into the crook of his neck, shaking with such pleasure you're seeing stars.

You stay like that for a few moments, while your breath goes back to normal and your body stops twitching with the remnants of your high. Mick goes soft still inside you and you support your weight on his shoulders to lift yourself off him.

The windows are foggy and the car smells of what you just did, the music is still playing in low volume and the rain refuses to stop.

Mick helps you return to the passenger seat, not without stealing another kiss from you, holding your jaw between his thumb and index.

Both of you fix your clothes in silence, one that falls heavy turning uncomfortable quickly.

"We can try again," Mick ends the silence after he's completely buckled his trousers and smoothed his shirt. "I want to try again with you y/n, I want to try until it works."

So you kiss him again, because you'll try and try, until it hurts or bleeds.

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[ohmyeyesmyeyes]

what happened in switzerland?

mick schumacher x singer!f!reader

fc: gracie abrams bc i have no self control

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britishvogue: Singer y/n l/n recently attended a music festival in Australia after her break from social media and the public eye. In an interview conducted by a fan, she explained how she was excited to see what the future has in store and is looking forward to releasing new music after an inspiring trip to Switzerland this Winter.

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fan1: FINALLY MOTHER HAS RETURNED

fan2: get this woman a grammy immediately

fan3: pls she's so cute 😭

fan4: at this point i genuinely think i'm in love with her

fan5: this is amazing and all but i'm wondering why switzerland?

fan6: switzerland is actually very beautiful so it makes sense that she was inspired when she visited

fan7: fr like switzerland in the winter???? cold but GORGEOUS

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ynofficial: i feel like it'd be weird to ignore the fact that i kind of went offline for about a year and a half (and i only just found out that virtually nobody had seen me either) so i'm letting you guys know that i'm alive, well, happy, and writing again - and i'm so excited to announce that a new single, 'happy endings', will be released at midnight tonight!

also, have some (2) pictures from the last 18 months, photographed in my new happy place 🥰

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fan8: YOU LOOK SO HAPPY IM SO EXCITED

fan9: happy endings will either destroy my mental health or leave me a sobbing mess on the bathroom floor (wrong, it'll do both)

fan10: switzerland is officially on my bucket list of countries to visit

ynofficial: good girl👍👍👍👍

fan10: imdead 🧎🧎

fan11: i'm 🫶 so 🫶 proud 🫶 of 🫶 you 🫶

ynofficial: STOP YOU'RE MAKING ME BLUSH

georgerussell63: looking forward to hearing it!

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mercedesamgf1: it's official: the boys are all in their 'happy endings' eras! 🥳

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fan12: came for the driving update, left knowing we can stan the merc boys

fan13: AS THEY BLOODY WELL SHOULD BE

fan14: idk bout you but mick is cheesing a little too hard at that question 😏

fan15: i thought that too, but he probably just has a little crush, bless his soul 🥰

fan16: i wasn't convinced but after i saw lewis likes her music, i listened to her recent single and omg it's actually incredible

fan17: is this the same y/n that mick posted about the other day?

fan18: yes!

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mercedesamgf1: familiar faces in the garage. fabioquatararo, tomholland2013 and ynofficial are attending the race on behalf of us (by popular demand 😉)

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fan19: i hope the drivers begged them to invite ynofficial 😞

mercedesamgf1: who says they didn't? 🤔

fan20: I BET IT WAS MICK

fan21: GIVE ME A TOM AND Y/N INTERACTION I'M BEGGING YOU

fan22: tom??? fabio is a literal motogp wc 😭

fan23: scraping for crumbs of y/n rn GIVE US EVERYTHING YOU HAVE

mercedesamgf1: 🫡

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ynofficial: thank you mercedesamgf1, this weekend has been INSANE!!! also, a massive shout out to mickschumacher for being the best tour guide 😁

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fan24: ok panic over *mops up forehead* 😌

fan25: aw i was kinda hoping they were dating, they'd be cute together 🥲

fan26: this^

fan27: the way they both looked like they were having fun 😊

fan28: PLS HIS FACE IT'S TOO CUTE AHHSDJF

fan29: omg she did a hot lap BABE WHO WAS THE DRIVER

ynofficial: mickshumacher!

fan30: oh. my. god.

mercedesamgf1: content coming soon 😉

fan31: i'm dying someone send helllllpppppp

fan32: why am i fighting the urge to squeal after that merc comment

fan33: no bc same that emoji defo implies something

mickshumacher: had an awesome time with you this weekend ☺️

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fan34: shooting his shot

fan35: yk what, i'd probably do the same

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mickschumacher: austria 😁

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fan36: hmm yeah they're probably dating let's be honest

fan37: but he was only her tour guide and it's kind of natural that he'd get photos of her, esp considering she was invited as a merc guest?

fan38: true but when has mick ever done that before?

fan37: i'm just saying, the last thing we want to do is assume things bc there's a perfectly reasonable excuse as to why they've been spending time together

fan39: FUCKING BROAD SHOULDERS 🫠🫠

fan40: i just know y/n took that 😭

fan41: kay but all those photos are just so cute

fan42: right???

callum_ilott: 🤨

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ynofficial: my new album 'STAYING AT SEB'S' is out next week and i'm so excited for you all to finally hear it!

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fan43: seb's? as in seb vettel's farm?

fan44: just how did you draw that conclusion????

fan43: bc she could be dating mick and seb owns a farm in switzerland and i'm pretty sure she knows daniel ricciardo through her manager who knows seb vettel. it's far-fetched but it's not impossible

fan45: if this is right...🤯

fan46: OMG I'M SO EXCITED I JUST SHIT MYSELF IN COSTCO

fan47: i'm gonna listen to this because i'm a massive fan of baby goats

ynofficial: omg i love that for you

fan48: is it a happy album or soul-crushingly depressing

ynofficial: 🤷

fan49: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN GIRLIE 💀

charles_leclerc: no bc i'm so excited

fan50: charles lmao

ynofficial: 🫶

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mickshumacher: happy two years, sweetheart 💗 there's never been a day i haven't been in complete awe of your existence; i love and appreciate you everyday

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fan51: oh. em. acca. gee.

fan52: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

fan53: I SHIP IT. I SHIP IT SO HARD

fan54: babe calm down, they've sailed already

fan55: i'm crying pls the way she looks at him HAS ME BLUSHING

georgerussell63: congrats to the happy couple!

estebanocon: about time our dts gossip session came to light 🤣

danielricciardo: fucking finally 😁

lewishamilton: 💜

fan56: the support from the drivers is melting meeeee

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ynofficial: happy 2 years to my favourite person, the love of my life, the most adorable human being ever created, and my best friend. it's been a blast so far and i'm loving every second of it 🥰

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fan57: can i ask if mick is the inspiration for 'happy endings'?

ynofficial: he's actually the inspiration for the whole album

fan58: he's so golden retriever

sebastianvettel: i can confirm this is true

danielricciardo: hello??? seb??? look at my texts

fan59: ok he's hot

fan60: THE MOTORBIKE AND THE ARMS 😭🥵

fan61: she's out here creating thirst traps of her bf

fan62: honestly if he looked like mick, i think i would too

fan63: WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY 'STAYING AT SEB'S'??????

ynofficial: SEB VETTEL

charles_leclerc: 😲

estebanocon: 😲

lewishamilton: 😲

danielricciardo: 😲

landonorris: 😲

ynofficial: kay wtf

#mick schumacher social media au #f1 social media au #mick schumacher oneshot

[paddockbunny]

Mick Schumacher NSFW A-Z

Summary: Smutty A-Z for Mr Schumacher. Pairing : Mick Schumacher x Reader Rating: 18+. Word Count : No idea tbh 😅 around the 1,100 mark Warnings : NSFW, 18+, language, graphic descriptions, sex talk, kink discussion, all the NSFW things List found from : @multi-fandom-imagine

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- Mick is exactly what you think he would be like after sex, he is gentle, tender and lavishes you with soft words and kisses

- Mick always, without fail, want to cuddle after sex (even if it’s just a quickie he likes to feel you contently relaxed in his arms)

b = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- Mick’s favourite body part of his own is his broad shoulders and his neck. He loves the way you would hold on to him and caress his neck while you were having sex

- Your favourite body part of Mick was his thighs! God you loved his thighs!! There was something about how wide they were and so purely masculine that made you feel all tingly inside

- His favourite body part of yours is undoubtably your boobs. He loves them. He’s a boob guy through and through and always loves touching them, holding them and adores when he gets to nibble, bite and play with your nipples that always react to his touch.

c = cum (anything to do with cum)

- Mick’s pull out game is WEAK!

- You feel so good and there’s no way he can hold out. He loves cumming inside of you and you feel so close to him when he fills you up

- And although you on birth control there’s a small part of Mick that likes cumming in you because of the thought he could knock you up and get you pregnant

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- Mick is a typical red blooded young male and that age old “men think of sex every 3 seconds” thing is pretty true when it comes to him.

- He thinks of you naked all the damn time at the most ridiculous times.

- He’s had to hide a semi while being interviewed on TV, he had to sit uncomfortable on a long haul plane when he couldn’t stop thinking of your hot as fuck body, and even hope he could get rid of his hard on while driving round a circuit or two

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

- Mick’s had girlfriends and he knows what he’s doing in general but he really pays attention and listens to what you like

- He wasn’t as innocent as people thought and he felt comfortable exploring different kinks with you for the first time knowing you would never judge him

f = favourite position (goes without saying)

- This was easy. It’s Lotus.

- Mick loves how intimate it feels but also the fact that he gets to look into your eyes while he pulled your hair back or he chokes you a little. He always holds your body tight to him when he cums.

- But you really love the fact that he lasts for ages when you are rocking back and forth on his cock and how deep he feels inside of you

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

- before and after actual sex, you know the undressing bit and the foreplay plus the aftercare, Mick will be lighthearted and that sometimes means the pair of you laugh and giggle

- But during, Mick is focused on one thing…pleasure, both yours and his own

h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

- Mick manscapes and keeps things trim and tidy

- But because he’s blonde (everywhere) you don’t really notice it and it doesn’t even bother you.

- And you had never really had a conversation about your own hair but you had always kept things very maintained, tidy and minimal and he never complained

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

- Mick praises you to no end. He’s always whispers a “good girl” or “you’re so perfect” in your ear

- He loves making you feel loved because he absolutely adores you and wants you to know in the most intimate moments

- Mick also isn’t shy to make sure the setting was romantic too. He had done the whole candles, rose petals, mood music before and it didn’t feel cheesy or cringe when he did it

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- He does and you know he does but it doesn’t bother you because you do it too

- The racing calendar is hard on you both when you have your own career to consider so masturbation is quite the common occurrence for both of you

- The thing is, you let each other know when you’ve been thinking about it, when your doing it or when you’ve done it and surprisingly it’s super hot

- And that is because you’re both so obsessed with each other that you know you’ve thought of one and other when you orgasm

k= kink (one or more of their kinks)

- Everyone thinks Mick is vanilla because he’s so polite, genuine and sweet but in the bedroom Mick has several kinks that he felt comfortable exploring with you

- While he had the usual choking, spanking and “daddy” kinks, they were pretty tame. What Mick REALLY loved was restraining you. Handcuffs, rope or even just his hands he loves how much control he has over you

- Mick also loves massages, oily massages, both giving and receiving. He loves the feeling of your bodies slipping and gliding with each other. The feeling of the silky wet flesh caressing got him harder than hard and the ruined bedsheets were always worth it

- Mick also REALLY loved controlling your orgasms and edging you. He got off on hearing you bed for him and asking permission before you let go. He would keep you teetering on the edge until he knew you were a total mess.

l = location (favourite places to do it)

- Mick preferred privacy. He didn’t mind people hearing the pair of you have sex but he didn’t want anyone else to see what was only for him.

- But just because he was private it didn’t mean that every room in your shared home hadn’t been christened. Even the garage had been thoroughly baptised by the pair of you

- He did however have this little thing that he liked to cross off countries from his “countries we’ve had sex in list” Which, was exactly as it sounded.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

- Mick got turned on but everything you did. From cooking to showering, his thoughts could turn dirty at any given moment.

- That being said he really likes it when you’re chilling at home and you fling on one of his t-shirts. There was something about you looking so small in them and how it felt like he really owned you got him rock hard in seconds

n = NO (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- Ignore you’re safe words or when you tell him it’s too much.

- Mick takes your safety and your openness with him very seriously so he would always listen while he was fucking you to make sure you were enjoying every single moment.

- One time he missed your sharp yelp of “Ferrari” when he was spanking you, that he almost cried at thinking he hurt you and you had to talk him down

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

- Mick gave as good as he got. He ate you out like a champion and he really read all of the signals your body sent him

- But Mick definitely favoured being on the receiving end and getting blown.

- And that really was your fault. You were just so good at giving head that Mick was practically addicted to it.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

- When it comes to pace Mick is a pure switch

- He will go slow, take his time, foreplay and tease you till your practically begging him to fuck you

- And then other times he will rail you into next week and fuck you so hard you’re not sure you’ll be able to walk properly.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

- With the fact that Mick could get hard at the drop of a hat, quickies were a fairly regular occurrence in your relationship

- That being said, it wasn’t his favourite. He liked to have all the time in the world and not be clock watching so he much prefers proper sex

r = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

- Mick is kinky but that doesn’t mean he’s risky.

- He always takes the precautions and would never do anything that could put you in harms way or do anything that could get him in big trouble publicly

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

- THIS BOY CAN LAST!

- Unlike most young guys that have low stamina and last 5 or 10 minutes, Mick genuinely knows how to tease and enjoy the build up so before the long lengthy sex sessions the pair of you usually indulge in

- There really is one word that floats through your mind sometimes, and that would be Tantric

t = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

- You have them but for using while Mick is away and you’re resorted to getting yourself off

- It’s not like he hates using them but he honestly doesn’t need too

- And besides he had other things he prefers to use like his handcuffs, rope and even the palm of his hand

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

- Hand on heart, it is you that usually does the teasing and that is because you know how badly you being a naughty girl it turns him on

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

- Mick isn’t very loud in the bedroom and that was because he liked to hear you instead

- You make the most incredible sounds and the way you moan his name is the best sound in the world to him (other than the sound of race cars)

w = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

- You had been horny all day and the fact that Mick was on the other side of the world for the Australian GP was like torture.

- You didn’t want to but as you lay in bed wide awake you glanced at you bedside drawer and thought it would at least give you the release you needed in order to drift off to sleep.

- So you stretched your hand out, slid open the drawer and took out your battery operated friend. But you and Mick had an agreement that if either of you thought about masturbating then you’d confess to the other.

- Therefore, as you lay there with your phone in one hand and toy in the other you text Mick quickly to tell him

- Baby, I can’t help myself. I miss you too much and I’m too turned on to be able to sleep. It’s only one little orgasm before bed. Love you x

- You did your part of the bargain and let go of your phone, pushed your panties off and turned the toy on.

- As soon as it’s vibrations started fluttering the fleshy folds of your most intimate area your eyes clamped closed and you thought immediately of Mick

- You thought of his hands on you, grabbing rough handfuls of your ass while his mouth trailed over your hot skin. The way he always commanded you to look at him when he would reach up and caress your sensitive nipples with the rough pads of his thumbs.

- And you moved the toy so it was resting right in top of your reactive responsive clit and practically felt his mouth on you. His tongue fluttering in rapid quick licks in between the praise he would lavish upon you

- Whenever you’d do this, get yourself off to the thought of him, you always chased a quick orgasm. Your body was just that desperate for it the sheer thought of Mick was enough

- And just as you were nearing the crescendo your phone starting ringing beside you. For a moment you thought about leaving it to ring out and focus all your energy on the practically unbearable, strong vibrations of the toy pressed to your now hypersensitive clit but you glanced and it was your boyfriend

- “Mick….” You panted immediately and there was a low groan on the other end of the phone

- “Keep going, schön!” You tried to ignore the sound of your own blood rushing around your head from trying to keep your inevitable orgasm at bay for a little while longer

- “Are you…” you could barely get the words out you were so breathless and he groaned in response

- “Scheiße” You heard the noise of his hand taking him toward his own release and the tempo matched the same as your toy.

- You were about to tell him you were close, that you were about to let go and accept the orgasm your vibrator was giving you but you couldn’t get the words out you just kept gasping as you toppled over the edge

- As your body convulsed and you let yourself go. Your orgasm taking over your whole being, mind too.

- You tried breathing through it but you struggled, especially as Mick was praising you on the other end of the phone. He kept telling calling you “good girl” in English and in German and you could hear him get more and more strained and you knew he was getting close himself

- You were about to give him the motivation that he had given you but before you could expletives started flooding out of his mouth and a dark, low groan told you he had clearly came.

- The heavy breathing of the both of you lingered down one and others phones and there didn’t need to be a word said. You both just needed to get some release and you were glad that you had stuck to your end of the bargain and told him about your naughty nighttime activities.

- “Morning, baby.” You lulled and he replied “Goodnight, Engel.”

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

- Mick is what people would call a “grower not a shower” and boy! He was certainly large and definitely in charge

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

- HIGH!!!

- He would be inside you every single chance he got he loved having sex with you that much

z = zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- The lengthy long sessions the pair of you were used to having really took it out of Mick

- He would always stay awake to make sure that you were cleaned up and both satisfied and happy and then he would slowly nod off

- But you didn’t mind because you did too. Usually cuddled into his side.

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[bestedoesmeow]

F1 FANFIC !masterlist!

CHARLES LECLERC

STORIES & SHORT STORIES

UNDER THE INFLUENCE

You were Max’s ex gf who was working as a health staff at Haas F1 team but he broke up with you suddenly, without saying anything. After a while Charles and your friendship grew strong and turned into a relationship and he proposed. Story tells a day from your life after the engagement.

YOU MUST BE KIDDING ME !

You decide to mock Charles after the ''almost hitting a fan with his car'' video.

OVERDRIVE

CHARLES L. X MALE READER!

POP ROCKS

You thought it would be a good idea to test out the kissing with pop rocks thing with your bf

SOUVENIR

On top of a mountain, surrounded by the people you care about, you welcome the new year. But there is one thing you need to know ; You must confront your past in order to move forward.

LOST IN YOUR CURRENT LIKE A PRICELESS WINE

Y/N L/N is a singer who grew up in Y/HT. She followed her dreams and became a singer, just as she had always wished. However, little did she know that her dreams would soon be consumed by a Monegasque racer she met.

AUGUST

One summer your whole system of understanding love changes due to some monegasque barmen that you meet on a holiday that you thought to be just like others.

AUGUST / PART 2

SORRY, AMOUR

Where he teases the reader playfully (like usual) but without realising she's already had a bad day, so that sort of backfires and she almost cries and he starts to panic making it up to her

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

Y/N Sainz & Charles Leclerc summer au

Y/N & Charles Leclerc relationship au

Reporter reader x Charles Leclerc au

Y/N x Charles be real au

Blocked by - Charles Leclerc twitter au

AUS23-Charles Leclerc Instagram au

It was enchanting to meet you

CARLOS SAINZ JR

STORIES

Carlos Sainz Jr. x Pregnant reader!

EASY LOVER

EASY LOVER PT 2

Come babe, let love have this evening

carlos x reader trying to have a baby, but after some failure, during the summer break with all of his family in Mallorca they got the big news (baby Carlos is comingg). After a year they come back to the summer house, as a parents, dealing with baby Carlos, with his sister and his mother🥹

SOCIAL MEDIA Au

Carlos Sainz x Student reader! au

Biggest Fan

LANDO NORRIS

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

L. NORRIS X Y/N CHEATING AU 1

Lando did something that he'll regret for the rest of his life.

L. NORRIS X Y/N CHEATING AU 2

What if y/n lets him explain the whole situation.

STORIES

IN THE NIGHT

Carlos's sister y/n and his dear amigo Lando decides to break the rules one night.

FERNANDO ALONSO

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

F. ALONSO X ENGINEER READER

Since Fernando is new to this whole photo dump thing, you help him to create one which makes alonso y/n shippers go crazy!!! (More like you confirm the love that started at Aston Martin Paddock)

F. ALONSO X Y/N STROLL

What if younger sister of the famous formula 1 driver lance stroll gets into a relationship with his teammate and two times wdc fernando alonso!

DANIEL RICCIARDO

STORIES

HOLDING BACK THE YEARS 1

Daniel comes across the architect of the best summers that he had before leaving his hometown to achieve his biggest dream, little does he know his whole life is gonna change in a day

HOLDING BACK THE YEARS 2

MAX VERSTAPPEN

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

MAX VERSTAPPEN X Y/N OCON

In which Y/n Ocon, Esteban Ocon's sister and Red Bull driver Verstappen accidentally reveals their relationship

MICK SCHUMACHER

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

MICK SCHUMACHER X Y/N

Mick starts to date a girl, who loves to jump in muddy puddles, watches cartoons as a form of therapy, bakes different cookies each night, brings a joy to anywhere she goes including Mick's heart.

SERGIO PEREZ

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

PEREZ X ENGINEER READER

TOTO WOLFF

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

DOES YOUR MOTHER KNOW? / TOTO WOLFF X Y/N HORNER

NEW TO THIS/ TOTO WOLFF X Y/N HORNER PT2

THIRST TRAP/ TOTO WOLFF X Y/N HORNER PT3

LEWIS HAMILTON

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

FINALS WEEK / STUDENT Y/N X HAMILTON

JENSON BUTTON

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

THIS MAN

PIERRE GASLY

SMAU

FANPAGE

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[reqxxyt]

coffee m.s

[unedited]

this sweetheart needs more appreciation <3 requests are open !

pairings: mick s. x f!reader

warnings: none (i think??) except for rushed ending....

masterlist

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This had to be a nightmare. The only way to justify this scenario. Toto, my boss had asked a simple thing this morning, like every other day: coffee freshly brewed from the local coffee shop that he claimed to be the best because according to him “there is a big difference between rich flavorful coffee and one that tastes like burnt shit”. 

This morning had started like any other; wake up, get ready, head to the coffee shop, wait patiently (considering the line can get very long), and finally head to the office to hand in the coffee to Toto before finalizing plans with one of his many assistants. I hadn’t anticipated the line to lead to the end of the shop, way longer than usual.

That's fine, I can just wait a  bit longer. Shouldn’t be a big deal. I thought to myself before I finally realized after nearly 15 minutes passing. I wasn’t going to make it in time and I had just finished ordering his custom drink. My leg started to bounce, in anticipation as I made a timeline in my head, calculating how long it would take from here to the office barely going over the speed limit (with hopefully no traffic). 

They called my order and I thanked them before quickly leaving. The ride wasn’t completely terrible, just a few people who shouldn’t have a license cutting in front of me. I glanced at the clock in my car, showing I was already 10 minutes late. Crying internally, I exited the car with the hot coffee gripped in my hand. 

“Y/n, you’re unusually late,” one of the desk ladies said with fake concern hiding back her smirk. I only turned to her for a second ready to make a remark or witty comeback but before I could even get a word out I felt another body come into contact with my own, sending the hot flavorfully rich coffee forward. 

Apologies were said before I could even get a glance at who exactly I was trying to help with dainty napkins. “It’s fine” was the voice that made me  finally look up, feeling the most embarrassed. 

Mick Schumacher. 

The guy I had been crushing on since I was first employed. I froze before finally remembering that he had made contact with hot coffee. Coffee; a very hot liquid that could cause third-degree burns. I mentally cursed at myself before apologizing frantically. 

Before I could suggest, he took off his white t-shirt taking the napkins from my hand, still trying to reassure me that it was fine. But no matter how hard he tried, I would glance at his face and internally feel terrible seeing the wincing pain he was experiencing. 

“You should probably get that checked” I informed, still trying to help. He only made eye contact with me for a split second, mumbling an agreement. 

Footsteps were heard from behind me and I glanced behind me, spotting the last person I wanted to see. 

“Should I not be witnessing this?” he asked, staring down at the shirtless Mick. My cheeks burned bright red at the thought of that ever happening and we both said

“It’s not what it looks like” I picked up the empty cup of coffee and he made a face of understanding before finally giving me a death glare and handing back the cup. 

“Get me another one. I’ll send someone to clean this up” he blankly stated before walking away not sparing another glance. 

I  was ready to apologize again to the still shirtless Mick who stood beside me before he interrupted me “You want my forgiveness?”

I gave him a confused look, about to ask a simple question that started with a w and ended with an “aht” but he choose to interrupt me again offering me a deal. “Buy me coffee, not today. Saturday maybe?” 

This sounded too much like a date. Too good to be true. Again, confused I asked “What?” without being interrupted. 

“Go on a date with me. This Saturday. Then I’ll forgive you, of course, you’re paying” he shrugged and I finally understood. 

He clearly just wanted free coffee after I had nearly sent him to the hospital. 

“To be honest, I’ve liked you for a while just never got the chance to ask you out. Now I do” what. 

Of course, I agreed, trying to be the most chill meanwhile internally I had contemplated if I was dreaming. 

Best nightmare I’ve ever had.

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[silversainz]

you write for mick? 🥳 say no more, what about f*cking in a bathroom or somewhere public? 👀

say my name

Mick Schumacher x reader

warnings: 17+ ONLY, smut, light choking, sir kink, hair pulling, Dom!Mick, bathroom sex although it doesn't mention it. some finger sucking. light errors. excuse the poor writing, crappy ending.

"God I know you fucking love this" mick had you up against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist one hand wrapped around your neck so perfectly and the other one rubbing little circles on your clit causing you to take in a deep inhale and throw your head back against the wall a moaning mess and nothing but Mick's name leaving your lips.

"f-fuck Mick" Mick groaned as he felt your nails digging into his back, surely leaving a lot of scratches, that he have to explain in the morning time. but in the moment he didn't care, all he cared about was the sight that laid in front of his eyes. dress pulled up, hair all messed up, neck all purpled up with markings and your eyes rolled back while his name fell from your lips.

"you're so, so fucking pretty like this. daring" he smirked as he felt your walls clinch up around him, while you pulled him in closer to you loving the way his body felt against yours. you whimpered as he suddenly stopped his movements, his forehead resting yours, deep heavy breathes leaving his mouth while whispering fuck over and over. you grasped and held onto his shoulders as he walked you over to the sink counter and laid you down, spreading your legs further apart before harshly slamming himself into you, not giving you a second to catch your breath before he had your eyes rolling to the back of your head again.

"f-fuck I'm close Mick"you felt a slap to your thigh and the feeling of Mick gripping onto your hair causing you to open your eyes and saw him looking down at you with pure darkness and lust in his eyes. "That's not my name daring" you moaned, loving the feeling of his hand in your hair once again pulling on it. "say my name, correctly" he demanded and stopped his movements again, making you cry out, feeling so close yet so far away to cumming. "Please s-sir I'm sorry" he dropped his hand from your hair and tugged at your bottom lip, making you open up your mouth while he forced his middle finger in making you suck on it while he watched with a growing smirk on his face.

his other hand playfully messed with your clit, loving the way you moaned around his finger and whimpering his name. he took his finger out of your mouth and wrapped his hand around your neck, "s-sir please fuck me" you begged before wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him in closer. Mick didn't say anything, instead he gave you a tender kiss to the cheek before slamming himself into you without a warning, the air being pulled from your lungs as he slammed into your dipping core making you arch your back off the counter, nothing but sir's falling from your lips.

"that's right pretty girl. taking me so well"

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[miloformula123fan]

mick schumacher masterlist

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[tierneysodegaard]

Horsepower - Mick Schumacher x Reader - Part One

Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of Covid (stay safe everyone)

Summary: Mick was a ray of sunshine, you were the dead opposite. He had a famous dad who helped him get a leg up in his sport, you had to pray every night that someone noticed your talent so you could climb the ranks whilst trying to earn enough money to keep yourself in the sport. When covid struck you and the rest of your teammates were stranded in Texas due to the travel ban and an unlikely person opened their ranch for you. Mick Schumacher. Who would have thought the F1 golden boy would take a liking to the grumpy equestrian? 

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Mick Schumacher and you were two very different people. He had a helping hand in his sport whereas you did not. Being an equestrian who aspired to become a showjumper professionally with no parents in the sport or very little money to your name proved to be a challenge but hard work did in fact pay off. You had made it to Badminton horse trials a few years ago only running on small business sponsors and your own money when Rolex reached out and asked to sponsor you. That year you had made it onto the Great Britain Olympic team and you and your horse Kieran took home gold for your country all thanks to Rolex. 

You were now heavily known in the equestrian world and not to mention you’d performed and met the royal family a few times. Not to mention a few A-lister celebrities along the way including your good friend Lewis Hamilton. You and Lewis had a similar story, using what you could to stay afloat. Lewis had to make do with run down go-karts and you had to rescue and train up your own horse rather than spend thousands on a perfectly trained one although the pair of you wouldn’t change it for the world. Your rescue horse was doing better than the professionally bred and trained horses you had ridden against and that was something to be proud of.

He and you got on like a house on fire when you met. Lewis took you to a few races when you were able to escape the equestrian world. It was nice having someone like him around who understood what you had to go through to get somewhere in life. He always understood how much time you put into the horses and to keep up appearances for your sponsors.

Just before the covid outbreak you and a few of your teammates decided to travel out to America for a few training drills with some top athletes but unbeknown to you the group of you wouldn’t be coming home anytime soon. The UK put a travel ban on America and with your horses needing to come home with you it wouldn’t be possible. You were all stuck without a place to stay and a group of horses that just wanted to get home. 

You never knew your saving grace would come in the form of a Formula 1 driver. 

Mick Schumacher had heard about your situation from his sister Gina. Gina was also an equestrian but rode Western, she and you had messaged one another the odd time on Instagram, complimenting one another's riding skills. She’d seen your story about a plea for help as the lot of you were stranded and before you knew it Mick Schumacher had texted you the address and told you he’d provide you all with housing and plenty of grazing and shelter for your horses. 

Despite everything, he had done for you all you never really saw him. Perhaps the fleeting visit when he came to check up on his family but that was it. He had spent the lockdown away from the ranch in Texas meaning the only Schumacher you spent your time with was Gina. Over the time covid had kept you away from your home you had started to fall in love with the Schumacher ranch, Gina and you had become good friends, she’d taught you to ride Western and you’d even got her jumping in English. 

When the travel ban lifted you had planned to go back to the UK but with competitions still at a standstill Mick sent you another text and told you that you could stay, he even offered you to use the ranch as your accommodation whenever you wanted to come back to the states. 

For someone that had never met you, he was awfully nice. 

You often wondered if he had known who you were because of Lewis, perhaps it was his way of trying to impress him to get him further in F1, after all, his surname would only get him so far. Then again he would have had to scroll down far through your Instagram posts to find the photo of you and Lewis at an awards ceremony or have stalked your followers and discovered that the two of you knew one another. Lewis knew that you had been staying at the Schumacher ranch yet made sure he never uttered a word to Mick just in case he acted differently towards you. You were familiar with F1, you had watched Lewis race at Silverstone many years ago but at that time Mick was yet to step foot in F1. 

That led you to the present day, you had just finished untacking Kieran after a ride when Gina came bolting over towards you, slowing down when she got close so she didn’t scare your horse despite Kieran being bombproof. 

“It’s rare to see you run.” You spoke in a sarcastic tone as she got closer. “What’s happened to you?”

“My brother!” She smiled, slightly out of breath. 

“What about him?” 

“He’s here!”

“Isn’t he supposed to be driving a car around in circles?” You arched your brow, a smirk playing on your lips as she rolled her eyes at your tone. 

“The season starts in a week, he’s spending the week here with us!” Her smile grew if that was even possible. 

Gina hadn’t seen her brother for a while now, it was clear the Schumacher family were very close. The thought of being close with your family was something you never felt anymore. With being halfway across the world for the past two years and the many hours you spent around your horse and working to keep your dream alive the relationship strained and you missed them. 

“He’s looking forward to meeting you!” She added as you slipped Kieran's headcollar on, ready to take him back to the field to relax after your afternoon training session. 

“He is?”

“Of course he is! He’s only ever spoken to you through Instagram DM!”

“Don’t you think it’s weird that your brother basically offered me and five other strangers full range of his ranch? Despite never meeting us?” You started to lead Kieran back to the fields, soothing his black fur as you stepped out into the sun. 

“He knew who you were before covid you know.”

“How?” You looked over to the blonde girl now walking beside you. 

“We watched you at the Olympics, on the TV of course.”

“You never told me that.”

“You never told me you were actually grumpy in real life, you’re all smiles on TV!” She smirked.

“I’m not grumpy -”

“Yes, you are!” 

“I just work hard!” You huffed. “Sometimes a little too hard.”

“Now that is true.” She looked over to the car that was now pulling up the driveway. “Try and be nice.”

“I’m always nice.” You looked over at her, the pair of you making eye contact before bursting out into laughter. 

“You’ll eat him alive.”

“Oh come on Gina I’m not that bad.” You rolled your eyes as he stepped out of the car. “He’s a Formula 1 driver I’d expect him to have some sort of confidence.” 

Mick knelt down to greet one of the dogs before he caught his sister's gaze, he jumped up, the pair of them running to one another as you watched on. It was sweet enough to warm your cold heart. He pulled apart from his sister exchanging a few words before his head turned to look at you. 

Fuck he was hotter in person than he was on Instagram. 

Ocean eyes washed over your y/e/c ones. Piercing your skin like a knife, he offered you a kind smile, a smile so perfect it could light up even the darkest of rooms. He stepped closer as he spoke. “You’re y/n right?” 

“Yes -” You went to finish your sentence when a sudden tug pulled you back. Kieran had taken a rather hefty step back when Mick approached you causing you to fall back with him. Like every Formula 1 driver Mick had fast reflexes so he didn’t waste a second lunging forward to wrap his arms around your waist, stopping you from falling into the dust. 

You were yet to even have a full conversation with the man and he already had his hands wrapped around your waist. His eyes stared into yours, a mix of the sky and the sea as his grip tightened on you. The pair of you looked at one another in pure silence for a while. You could feel his breath on your skin until he slowly lifted you up and the pair of you quickly pulled apart. 

Standing back you started to soothe Kieran, giving him all of your attention as Mick spoke. “I umm I’m sorry I just -”

“It’s fine.” You cut him off. “He’s a rescue and doesn’t really like men.”

“Don’t blame him.” Gina smiled at the two of you. 

“Sorry about that.” You gave him a quick smile as Kieran snorted, almost like he was amused at the affair that had taken place because of him. “Uh well, I better get Kieran back with the others.”

“Yes…” He smiled awkwardly. “Are you having dinner with us all tonight?”

“I was unaware we would all be having dinner tonight?” You arched your brow, turning to Gina who was still smiling like a child in a sweet shop. 

“Uh well only if you want to.” 

“What time?”

“Does seven work for you?”

“It does.” You returned a small smile. “I’ll see you then.” You quickly turned on your heel, giving the lead rope a small tug so Kieran would follow you. He immediately returned to your side. “You do get me into some situations, Kieran.” You spoke through gritted teeth at the animal who evidently didn’t care how awkward he had just made your first encounter with Mick. You looked back for a second, only to see that Mick was doing the same, you snapped your head back and hoped he was just looking around him rather than back at you. 

You spent some time in the fields with Kieran and the other horses. Attempting to forget your short yet rather embarrassing moment with Mick. You sat on the floor softly petting the nose of Gina’s horse. You’d grown fond of Gina’s horse Billy who would now, much like Kieran always pester you for food.

The sun was slowly setting and looking at your phone you could see that you only had five minutes until you were expected to have dinner with Mick and the rest of the ranch. You looked up at the paint horse before you, Kieran just behind him as he made his way over to you. Someone clearly knew you had to be somewhere. 

“I’ll see you two boys later.” You pulled yourself up, dusting any dirt from your clothes so you at least looked somewhat presentable. “Try not to embarrass anyone else.” You smiled at the animal, slowly trudging away. 

How you were going to face Mick after that, you didn’t know. Before he’d even visited, you always wanted just to talk to him alone, thank him for everything he had done for you and your teammates but how do you go from falling into his arms and then telling him technically it was his fault as to why your horse nearly dragged the pair of you to the floor to telling him that you were forever indebted to him? You were convinced he would think you were insane, then again when did the great y/n y/l/n care about what anyone thought?

I guess first impressions really are important. 

“y/n!” Gina threw her arms around you, hugging you as you stepped foot into the dining room. Mick watched your body tense up at her actions, a smirk on his lips knowing you didn’t tense when his hands were on you. “I thought you weren’t coming!”

“I was just with the horses.” You gave her the classic British line smile before taking a seat at the table. 

“Jester wasn’t being a pain was he?” Mark, your teammate asked. “He can be a little shit sometimes.”

“No, he was okay.” You took a sip of water before continuing. “It was Promise that was being the little shit.” You grinned at your teammate Maddie who owned Promise. “Always fighting everyone for food.”

“That’s my girl.” She mirrored your smile. 

“So do you all do the same discipline?” Mick spoke up, sitting at the head of the table as he looked between you all. “I know y/n does show jumping and I believe some cross country.”

“Mark, Maddie and I all compete in show jumping and Jessica, Ethan and Nick all compete in all three disciplines so dressage, cross country and show jumping but Mark, Maddie and I compete in cross country and dressage outside of the Olympics.” You offered a smile to Mick as you finished speaking. 

“Do you all have rescue horses or is that just y/n?” He continued. 

“Just y/n.” Maddie jumped in. “She rescued Kieran a few years back now, from Scotland I believe?”

“Yeah, it was Scotland.” You nodded. “He was rescued with seventeen other horses and happened to be the most aggressive one of the lot -”

“Just like you then.” Mark winked as he ate, earning a disapproving look from you. 

“Very funny.” You huffed. 

Mick smiled, looking between you all. “You all get along well then?”

“Like a big dysfunctional family,” Ethan added. 

“Dysfunctional is an understatement.” Nick smiled, making the group of you laugh. “But we’ve gotten closer than ever thanks to you.” He gestured to Mick. 

“No need to thank me, the least I could do.”

“Least you could do?” You arched your brow. “We haven’t done anything for you.”

“Well my sister liked you a lot and I trust her so.” He winked your way, you did your best to ignore it but Ethan caught on. That man was like your older brother who would pick up on anything with you and would tease you with it until the day he died. Now he’d seen your reaction with Mick, he wouldn’t let that go. 

“Well Gina is an incredible woman, she’s a very talented rider and not to mention a very good friend.” You smiled at the blonde girl as her cheeks went red. 

“Even if she doesn’t stop banging on about her brother.” Jessica joined in. 

“Only good things I hope.” Mick smiled. “Gina mentioned a local competition, are any of you competing?” 

“y/n and Ethan are,” Mark answered. “Gina is taking part in the Western side of it.”

“When is it?”

“Two weeks time.” 

“I'll be home then, perhaps I could come to watch? Or at least take you all there.” 

“As long as you don’t drive as you do around that track then you’re more than welcome to take us.” You spoke up, finishing your food. 

“So you’ve watched me race?” He smirked. 

Shit. 

“I’ve watched Formula 1 yes.” You hit back, smirking back. 

“Favourite driver?” 

“Hmm… who’s your teammate this year?” His smirk dropped at an unamused look. “Lewis is rather impressive.”

“He is.” He sat back in his chair, eyeing up the table. “Do any of you watch Formula 1?”

“Only y/n,” Jessica replied. “She loves it!” 

You rolled your eyes at the blonde-haired girl. “Oh does she now?” His eyes scanned you. “Ever been?”

“Yep.” Your reply took him by surprise. 

“Wow, not many fans have gone.”

“Because they charge an arm and a leg to even breathe the same air as you lot.” 

Mick let out a light laugh. “Unfortunately I don’t handle the prices.”

“Evidently so.” You muttered, your eyes scanning everyone’s plates. You stood up and started to collect everyone’s plates. “I’ll wash up as I didn’t help cook.” 

“Let me help you.” Mick stood up and started to collect glasses. 

You picked up Ethan’s plate just as he started to whisper. “Is the heartless y/n y/l/n flustered by Mick Schumacher?”

“Shut up Ethan or I’ll sleep with your mum and your dad.” You spat back before walking off to the kitchen, Mick following close behind you. 

Turning on the tap you waited for the water to turn warm before filling up the sink so you could clean when Mick broke the silence. “Where did you go?”

“Hmm?” You turned your head slightly to meet his eyes. 

Those blue fucking eyes. 

“To watch the race?”

“Oh,” You smiled slightly, turning your attention back to the dishes. “Silverstone although I did go to France once only because I was there for a show.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“I loved it.”

“Have you ever been to Bahrain?”

“Can’t say I have,” You gave him a look. “Why?”

“Fancy coming to the race next week? Gina never comes because of the horses and my Mum has a lot going on and struggles to come and as you’re the only one who actually cares about Formula 1 so why not?”

“You’re going to invite a random girl you’ve met once to watch your race?”

“You’ve already stayed at my ranch for two years and I’ve already had you in my arms so why not?” He smirked as he turned his back on you, heading back into the dining room to collect more glasses. 

Ethan was right, he had gotten to you already. 

“That little shit…” You mumbled under your breath before scrubbing away at the plates.

At least you’d get to see Lewis. 

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Description: Late nights with Mick Pairing: Mick Schumacher x f!reader (third perspective) Word count: 1k+ Warnings: multiple mentions of darkness, night? Taglist: @estebun @pom277

Late-night summer evenings were a favorite among them, the southeast balcony welcoming the company with open arms as another sunset basked the city in its light. The whirlwind of orange, pink, and purple hues never failed to bring a smile to her face.

But nearing midnight, the sun had long set over the houses, and the sky had turned similar to the color of Prussian blue, although it appeared black with the lack of light. By the time the stars embraced the moon, almost everyone had left for bed.

The still-smoldering remainders of the fire pit were the only living proof the balcony had seen company.

She had remained behind, assuring the others that she would drink another cup of tea before nestling under her comforter. All she wanted was to enjoy the night sky a little more before bed.

The night brought an unusual sense of familiarity and serenity that nothing else had brought her. At night she felt the most alive. Solely, taking in the moon and the stars decorating the sky. Silently wishing the darkness stayed forever.

She didn't need anything except the cooling air, a blanket, a good cup of tea, and the occasional book. However, the books usually remained untouched, her interest in the stories long disregarded.

Mostly she paid attention to the few souls wandering the Roman streets. Some people are chatty, hanging around their friends' necks while on their way home. Some are silent, quickly walking, afraid to be left alone in the darkness.

And sometimes, she would spot someone who waited, looking at the sky, smiling like an idiot. Those are her favorite people to spot.

She wraps her hands around the steaming mug of tea, a source of warmth during a rather chilly night.

The beginning of summer is waiting around the corner, and she cherished the few colder nights the city supplied before being replaced by the humidity and warmth. Summers in Rome are hot and humid; not even the nights can supply any cooling down.

However, the beginning of June is perfect with the sun shining, the late-night sunsets, and the cool edge of night. A perfect balance.

She wraps the blanket tighter around her body, light chills running down her body as sleep starts to settle in. Her head perks up at the sound of the sliding door opening. Tucked away in the corner of the balcony, she is practically invisible to the eye.

She squints her eyes to see who is entering the balcony as she hears the lighter click, the flame immediately dancing in the darkness, the soft crackling of the candle wick, the faint light showing a silhouette.

Despite the moonlight, she can distinguish him immediately. Things true to himself she can recognize from a mile away. He moves to lean down over the railing, looking down at the silent streets.

How can you not recognize Mick and his eternal beauty?

You recognize how he looks up at the sky as if it's the first time he sees its beauty. Or how he runs his hand through his hair. You can't help but wonder how it would feel to run your hands through his hair or play with it as his head lays in your lap.

He clears his throat before turning around, seemingly aware of her presence all this time.

"Hey."

It comes out slightly muffled, but she can practically hear the smile playing on his lips.  

"I was already wondering why the kettle was hot," he makes his way over to the secluded corner, a mug of steaming tea in between his hands.

"Didn't figure you were a tea person, really," she takes another sip.

"Not usually mind if I join?" he points at the couch, a soft smile gracing his lips.

"Feel free," the smile on her lips is small, but he doesn't mind.

Mick is someone whose company she always loved and appreciated. Whether they are seated in silence or chattering away, it doesn't matter. There's an air of comfort encircling Mick that makes anyone at ease.

She appreciates everything and anything about Mick, and he reciprocates that feeling. They're thick as thieves. Never finding either one without the other.

"So, what's the real reason you're still lingering here?"

She had expected something like that to come up eventually. Mick knew her through and through, saw right through her lies, but always kept it respectful. Mick was the type to sit back and let her come to him, never pushing her to reveal anything to him.

Nevertheless, when he felt like he didn't intrude, Mick tried.

She chuckles, "just admiring the night and its beauty."

He nods, acknowledging the answer and trying to form a proper response. She doesn't know whether Mick has a thorough understanding of the answer.

They're opposites in that sense.

Mick craves to feel the sun on his skin. He likes to see how the rays of sunlight try and find their way into his bedroom, weakened by the curtains. He loves to listen to the chirping of the birds.

She craves to see her surroundings basked in moonlight, the sky littered with constellations, eager to spot a shooting star. She likes how the darkness surrounds her, wrapping her in a blanket of tranquility.

They never understand each other's particular love for one part of the day, but they accept it. They sit in silent contentment as the other one blossoms and transforms into someone alive and buzzing.

He doesn't press for an answer because he knows she's incapable of forming her feelings into words. Like always, he accepts her answer, and that's all he needs to let the conversation fall quiet.

It's not an awkward quietness - it's contentment and familiarity.

"What keeps you up at night, Mick?" the question cuts through the silence.

She looks at him, studying his body language to see how the question lands.

"Just this night? Or every single one?"

His answer has her frowning her eyebrows in both confusion and curiosity. He tends to respond with a question, urging her to specify her answer, while she usually prefers to keep them open-ended and vague.

"I guess I'm curious for both if the answer is different," she downs the last of her tea.

At last, he looks at her, eyes dropping to her lap.

"It's always the same reason," he pauses, words calculated, "it's you, everything about you."

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#5

two plus two is four - mick schumacher

summary: in which, your boyfriend finds out you’re pregnant after you play a game of pregnancy test roulette.

warnings: a little bit of smut midway through it nothing too graphic, swearing, babies, confusion, uncles charles, carlos, este and seb!

requested: no

notes: yes... i’ve written yet another self indulgent pregnancy fic... anyway....

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892 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

#4

dirty little lover - mason mount

summary: in which, mason meets your parents, and the good boy persona disappears once you’re alone in the bedroom.

warnings: dom!mason, sub!reader, choking, oral (m, f), spitting, cum play, unprotected sex, pet names (sir, kitten, daddy), vulgar language, breeding kink, i think that’s it.

thank you @trickyblues for the idea ily long time &lt;3

requests are closed. this is a long one so i apologise but also i don’t <3 enjoy whores xx

“you don’t need to be so nervous, mason,” you smiled at him when he switched off the engine of his lamborghini, a flicker of panic in his eyes, “they’re just my parents.”

“they’re not just your parents,” he rubbed his palms against the grain of his jeans, “they’re your parents.”

a knot formed between your eyebrows at his words, and you watched as he giggled at your facial expression, “mason, that makes no sense.”

“no it does,” he frowned, “what i mean is they’re your parents, as in, the parents of the girl i love, i haven’t done this in so long, and i’m just worried they’ll-”

you cut him off, lips pressing against his softly to calm his nerves. your fingers rested on his stubbly cheek, tracing the hair prickling at your fingertips, and his hand cascaded through your hair, pulling you in closer by the back of the neck. his tongue swiped against your bottom lip, and when you pulled his bottom lip between your teeth, you both moaned.

“you’d better be careful,” he pulled away and raised an eyebrow, “i know we’re staying here tonight but don’t think i won’t punish you later.”

“sounds tempting,” you ignored his statement, running your fingers around the snatch of his jawline, kissing his lips, “do you not think we should try it out?”

“do we have to go inside? can’t we just stay like this?”

he ignored you now, rolling his eyes and jabbing your rib cage. your fingertips tickled at the back of his neck, stroking against the short, thin hairs at its nape. over his shoulder, you could see your parents — or rather, your dad — poking his head through the blinds. at first, it was just to get a look at mason’s car, but then you caught his raised eyebrow and you abruptly glanced back at your boyfriend.

“okay, don’t wanna freak you out,” you pressed your forehead against his, “but my dad just watched us make out through the window.”

mason’s face dropped, and his forehead slid to the crook in your neck and he fumbled with his keys in his pocket, the doors unlocking on either side of you. “fuck sake, now he definitely hates me.”

“he hasn’t even met you yet,” you jabbed your boyfriends ribcage and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “cut the man some slack, mason.”

your fingers interlocked as he trailed slightly behind you, a bouquet of flowers in his hands for your mum, and a bottle of whiskey for your dad in a bag looped through his fingers. “he’s gonna make you drink that to make up for it, though.” you hummed, knocking on the door softly.

“fine by me,” he kissed your temple, and as the door handle moved, he shifted on his feet. your parents stood at the door, soft smiles on their faces.

“sorry, we’re a bit late,” you smiled, leaning towards them immediately and leaning in for a hug, mason’s fingers still looped through yours, “there was a crash on the motorway.”

“is crash on the motorway the secret meaning of snogging in the car?” your dad raised an eyebrow, his eyes darting between you and mason. your boyfriend’s cheeks went bright red, but your dad couldn’t help it when a laugh fell from his lips.

“you’re not funny, dad,” you jabbed your dad’s bicep, “but yeah, it can be that too i suppose.”

your dad smirked, and mason’s cheeks blushed as he tried to keep his composure and fight off every instinct to not bury his head in your neck. “i hope you don’t mind, but these are for you,” mason’s arm outstretched and he handed your parents their gifts, “Y/N told me they were your favourite flowers, and she also told me your favourite whiskey.”

your mum took the flowers in her hands, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders to say thank you, while your dad shook his hand and made a joke that mason wouldn’t be able to handle the alcohols strength.

“c’mon, mase, let’s put our stuff upstairs, yeah?”

“keep the door open, lovebirds,” your dad laughed, watching the pair of you as you walked up the stairs. “slim chance of that happening, eh?”

* “what’s this?”

“that?” you walked over to mason, who was making his way through your belongings on the shelf. he nodded, an arm snaking around your waist and pulling you in close, “you won’t believe me if i tell you.”

“try me.”

“when i was seven i won in a national spelling bee, that’s the evidence to prove it.”

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917 notes - Posted May 12, 2022

#3

pretty little short skirt - mick schumacher

summary: in which, on a river walk you bump into someone you’ve never seen taking the route before, and after an exchange of numbers things get dramatically interesting.

warnings: protected sex, oral (m&f), dirty talk, choking, spitting, pet names, praise kink. trigger warning for a mention of death of an animal at the beginning.

requested: no.

notes: this is based on a dream i had about mick & thanks to my beloved @libraryofloveletters for bringing it to life in true dirty smut format (anj i love you)

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938 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#2

quiet - charles leclerc

summary: in which, you and charles spend some alone time together while away with the boys.

warnings: switch!charles, switch!reader, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, thigh riding, language, choking, praise kink, nipple stimulation, i think that’s it. hasn’t been proofread.

requested: no

notes: this is kinda inspired by the scene in conversations with friends when bobbi goes skinny dipping & leaves frances and nick alone by the lake, only this isn’t a PG version, plus, charles is a complete babygirl in swim shorts and nobody can escape it &lt;3

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1,160 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

kinktober #13 - charles leclerc

charles’ alarm clock is non-existent when he’s buried inside of you.

prompts: sleepy sex, cockwarming

warnings: unprotected sex, cockwarming, swearing, male masturbation (kinda?), this is exceptionally short so i do apologise.

“charles, baby?” you whispered, attempting to sound okay despite your irritated mood, “can you stop wriggling? i’m trying to sleep.”

charles groaned, and you thought he was asleep. you nudged him with your elbow in what felt like the chest, and he groaned again. “stop hogging the duvet, then,” you made a point by dropping your head heavily on your pillow. charles groaned again. “if you’re gonna continue to groan you can go and sleep — oh.”

you turned around, expecting to see charles sleeping but instead you saw something unexpected; charles with his hand at the base of his dick. he looked sleepy, so it was evident that he hadn’t been in that position very long.

“i need to feel you,” he hummed. you frowned, glancing across at the clock on the wall; 05:03, “i don’t wanna fuck you, i…” he took a breath, “i wanna try something new.”

“what’s that, baby?” you cooed, a hand loosely wrapped around his naked torso and your lips on his jaw.

“turn around and get back in your previous position,” he said, and you did as he asked. he pushed back the duvet and readjusted the position of your legs, and when he pushed himself inside of you, you gasped. “does this feel okay?”

“mhm,” you nodded, a shiver running up your spine at the feeling of his dick inside you and his hand on your tummy. he kissed your jaw.

“go back to sleep, amor, let’s just stay like this for a bit, okay?”

the feeling was surreal, and you weren’t sure how you’d gone almost two years dating charles and not ever tried this. it was so intimate without being intrusive, and you trusted him enough to stay like that forever.

“mhm,” you nodded, even though you weren’t sure you could go back to sleep with him buried to the hilt inside of you. “love you.”

“love you too, amor.”

you woke up several hours later to the incessant sound of charles’ alarm clock telling him he had to go to the gym. when you moved though, you felt him still inside you, rocking back and forth ever so gently. he was trying to coax you out of sleep.

“hi.” you yawned, blushing when he kissed at your neck.

“morning beautiful,” his hand draped around your tummy, “still need you.”

“mhm,” you replied, nodding, “need you too.”

he held you in place, his lips grazing across your neck and as he gave you short, light thrusts you gripped at the bedsheet, trying to keep quiet.

one of his hands grabbed at your thigh and he slung it over his waist, so you were now open wider for him; the both of you hot, panting and sleepy.

“fucking hell,” he muttered.

“mhm, i know,” your hand flew down to your clit while the one that was gripping the sheets reached around to charles’ hair, “feels so good, charles. don’t stop baby, please.”

“i won’t,” he mumbled into your neck, his dick twitching and throbbing inside of you. he’d been waiting for this moment all night, “cant promise i’ll last much longer.”

“that’s okay baby,” you cooed, leaning round to press a kiss to his cheek, “cum inside me, charles, don’t pull out.”

his dick twitched again, and your walls fluttered when you began to speed your movement of your fingers. “gonna cum any minute,” charles breathed, his hips ragged and his breathing short and staccato.

true to his word, within a minute, charles’ hips stuttered and he froze inside of you; his dick twitched once more and hot bursts of cum seeped into you. the sensation triggered your own orgasm, and you came around his dick with a breathy moan.

his alarm clock buzzed once more and you knew he had to get up, or else his trainer would end up banging down his front door.

“i love you,” he hummed, nuzzling back into your neck.

“i know, i love you too,” you kissed his head, “but you really should go to the gym because it’s almost seven thirty.”

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karma

daniel ricciardo x singer f!reader

fc: taylor swift

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fan1: ICON BEHAVIOUR WHAT AN ABSOLUTE QUEEN

fan2: not y/n having beef with zak for his treatment of danny 😭

fan3: NOT HER TAGGING HIM

maxverstappen1: pop off 👑

fan4: max kajgsd

pierregasly: preach

lilymhe: SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE AT THE BACK

alex_albon: lily?? what are you doing here?????

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mickschumacher: wife her up rn or istg

maxverstappen1: take this as incentive: wife her up rn or i will

fan5: mick and max hello😲😲

ynofficial: yeah you better do it sooner rather than later because i don't want to marry max, no offence

maxverstappen1: no offence taken at all, i'm just trying to hurry things along

daniel3.jpg: wow okay, noted

fan6: i love their love 😩

fan7: i can't get over the way she looks at him omg

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fan8: DANIEL HAS PHOTO CREDS FOR THE ALBUM OMBJAYFWGQH

fan9: fuck me i want them both i'm tired of denying it

mickschumacher: new music!!!! i'm so excited!!!!! 😊

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lilymhe: so proud of you big sis! 💜

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danielricciardo: you really don't understand just HOW GODDAMN MUCH I LOVE YOU

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fan10: i physically can't someone needs to give me CRP these two are killing me

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ynofficial: my #1 fan is my mum...then it's daniel but you guys can gladly fight it out 😊

mickschumacher: i claim #3

lilymhe: not so fast, schumacher

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christianhorner: geri and i are looking forward to listening to the album!

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