#Mick is so so small

[feraltwinkseb]

❁✿❀♡ The Powerpuff Girls ♡❀✿❁

[arthursfuckinghat]

"Here, I have a print of the wolves.. before they tried to eat us.. It's for you!"

"That's real fine." 2/~

[gallawitchxx]

day twenty-seven • @gallavichthings kinktober 2024

↳ 31 days of kinks & cards in 3 sentences

SIZE KINK x FIVE OF SWORDS

[from the an exception to the rule universe] Ian’s fingertips left a trail of fire in their wake, snaking up Mickey’s calves and thighs before coming to rest on his hips, grounding him to the earth. His tongue then followed, an arousing amalgamation of water and air, soft and sweet until Ian’s mouth consumed him, balls and all. In another timeline, with another man, Mickey would’ve been embarrassed, but in this one, with Ian, his whole package felt like the perfect fit.

[vanweezer]

Can you draw fem!Mick? Please? 🥺🙏🏻

guys what happened i blacked out and a drawing of a breathtaking metal goddess materialized before me

[princemick]

Mick offering his own headphones after Lewis walks in later and doesnt have one yet. -- bahrain testing 2023 day 3

[thatsauceysauce]

hair routine on the counter now.

[omg-hellgirl]

Mick Jagger talking about the diamond on his tooth. I always forget about this diamond, but it's still there in photos from 2023!

[1llusionmachine]

Can't get over how accurately River has been cast, this book was written in 2010 but this is him to a T??

[wolfblood-of-anubis]

Mara Jaffray, daughter of Athena, goddess of wisdom and battle strategy.

Willow Jenks, daughter of Iris, goddess of rainbows and messages.

Mick Campbell, son of Ares, god of war and courage.

[mommyashtoreth]

Okay goomenheads. Question:

[feraltwinkseb]

Champions For Charity 2016

July 27, 2016 - Mainz, Germany

Source Tristar Media/Getty Images

[arthursfuckinghat]

"I was gonna say you're like a son to me.. but you're more than that."

"It ain't that complicated!"

How quickly that shoulder pat of comfort turned into a condescending one.

[waugh-bao]

Mick attempting to get Charlie closer to the audience for his solo bow (2013)

[biracy]

Last thing I'm probably going to say on this topic for a while but I don't understand why people get so defensive acting like "bi lesbians are saying that ALL LESBIANS can be INTO MEN". Like if they thought lesbians period were into men they wouldn't be calling themselves "BI lesbians" would they... it's a different term girl. It's a different identity. That's the point of the "bi" part. "Why don't they just call themselves bi then" literally none of ur business. I thought "dyke is a gender" or whatever lmao

[leclercsbf]

mickschumacher 🌴

[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.