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swiftiethatlovesf1 · 2 months ago

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Do I look like him?

Heyy guys, I hope you enjoy this Lewis one-shot inspired by a tiktok I saw :) If you want to read more stories of mine here's my masterlist.

Lewis adjusted the cuffs of his new white racing suit, still unfamiliar with the crisp feel of the fabric. When the team had informed him that Mercedes was switching to white for a portion of the season, he’d shrugged it off. A suit was a suit, and he figured it wouldn’t change much. That was until Qatar.

The sun had been merciless that day, beating down on the paddock as they prepared for the reveal. He stood under the glare of photographers’ cameras, the bright white of the suit reflecting the sunlight, making the whole moment feel surreal. And then he saw her.

His new teammate, YN.

She stood a few meters away, laughing with one of the engineers, her blond hair catching the light like spun gold. Her blue eyes sparkled with the kind of carefree joy that reminded Lewis of summer skies over Monaco. The sight sent a jolt through him—an uninvited rush of memories he hadn’t revisited in years. Nico.

It wasn’t just the physical resemblance, though that was hard to ignore. The sharp blue eyes, the blond hair that framed her face like an artist’s brushstroke—she was like a mirror of the past. But Nico had been more than just a teammate, and calling him that now felt reductive. They had shared triumphs, arguments, and something much deeper that neither of them had dared to name aloud. Seeing her, YN, brought it all back like a wave crashing over him.

Lewis had thought he’d buried those feelings long ago, yet here they were, unearthed by her mere presence.

He tried to ignore it, telling himself it was a coincidence, a trick of the mind. But YN was everywhere. She was always around the garage, her laughter spilling over like champagne at a podium celebration. She moved with an effortless energy that demanded attention, weaving through the paddock like she owned it—or maybe like she belonged in it more than anyone else.

Every time Lewis turned a corner, there she was. Her laugh echoed in his ears when he tried to focus on race simulations. Her voice lingered in his mind when he closed his eyes to rest.

He had dealt with distractions before. Fame, rivalries, the weight of expectations. But this was different. This was personal.

Lewis clenched his jaw and told himself he was imagining things. She was young, far too young for him, and the age gap was an obvious line he couldn’t cross. It would start drama he didn’t want—tabloid headlines, whispers in the paddock, questions he wouldn’t know how to answer. He’d worked too hard to build his reputation, his legacy, to risk it for something that might not even be real.

But the heart was a stubborn thing, unwilling to listen to logic.

He caught himself watching her during strategy meetings, his eyes drawn to the way she furrowed her brow in concentration or bit her lip when she was nervous. She had a way of lighting up a room, even when she wasn’t trying. And that smile—God, that smile—was a weapon, though he doubted she knew it.

It was worse on track.

In the heat of the race, when adrenaline pumped through his veins and he was supposed to be focused on nothing but the apex of the next turn, she crept into his thoughts. She was fast, fearless in a way that reminded him of himself when he was her age. She pushed the car to its limits, and Lewis couldn’t help but admire her for it, even when it meant she was nipping at his heels or overtaking him.

Every time he glanced in his mirrors and saw her car there, he felt something he couldn’t name.

He told himself it was pride, the kind a mentor might feel for a prodigy. But deep down, he knew it was more complicated than that.

She made him feel alive in a way he hadn’t felt in years, and it terrified him.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day of practice, he found himself alone in the garage. The engineers had gone home, and the cars sat silent, gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Lewis stood by his car, running a hand over the sleek lines of the bodywork, when he heard footsteps behind him.

“Long day?”

He turned to see YN standing there, still in her race suit, her blond hair slightly disheveled from the helmet. She smiled at him, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice rougher than he intended. “Long day.”

She walked over, her steps light but purposeful. “You okay? You seemed a bit... off today.”

Lewis hesitated, searching for the right words. How could he tell her the truth? That she was the reason he was off. That she had unsettled something in him he wasn’t ready to confront.

“I’m fine,” he lied, forcing a smile. “Just a lot on my mind.”

She nodded, her blue eyes studying him in a way that made him feel exposed. “If you ever need to talk, I’m here. Teammates have to look out for each other, right?”

“Right,” he said softly, his chest tightening.

As she turned to leave, Lewis watched her go, the knot in his stomach tightening with every step she took.

He knew he couldn’t let this go any further. It was wrong, it was reckless, and it would only end in heartache—for both of them.

But as she disappeared around the corner, he realized something that scared him more than anything else.

He didn’t know if he had the strength to stop it.

Part 2

#f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton

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astrophileous · 1 year ago

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HI! i love your works and writing so much!! 🩷can i make a request for spencer x fem!reader, where spencer sees reader play with children (whether it be henry or a different child) and gets turned on? later, smut with a breeding kink?🩷 FEEL FREE TO IGNORE IF YOU DONT WANT TO DO IT��

OKAY BUT A DISCLAIMER FIRST: smut is so fucking hard to write ISTG!!!! It took me far too long a time to finish this and now I might have just acquired a newfound level of respect for any fic writers out there who regularly whip out smut in every fic. With that said, I hope you bear with me bcs I'm new and generally inexperienced in writing smut, so I hope this is to your liking 😭😭😭 ty for the request and waiting so patiently!! ❤️

Warning(s): fem!reader, 18+ smut content minors dni, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), breeding kink, praise kink (?), talks of impregnation, profanities, this is just porn without plot tbh

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

"What's going on with you?" you asked as soon as the front door was shut behind your back.

Spencer turned around at your question. "What? Nothing's going on with me."

"Don't lie, Spencer. You've been awfully quiet since we left JJ's house." Your statement drove Spencer to tear his gaze away, but before he could take another step, you had seemingly transported right in front of him. "Talk to me. What's going on? Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened, sweetheart. Just forget it, okay?"

"No, I wanna know. Tell me."

Spencer's jaw clenched at your display of persistence. You didn't miss the way his eyes turned a few shades darker as he pinned you with his relentless stare.

"You really wanna know?" Spencer murmured.

Before you could give him a verbal answer, your fiancé suddenly pushed himself forward, trapping your body with his as your back collided against the wall. You gasped at his proximity. The atmosphere quickly shifted as you felt Spencer trailing his nose against the length of your neck.

"You wanna know what's going on? The truth is, I've been going insane," Spencer admitted against your ear. "You're driving me insane."

"Spencer, what are you talking about?"

Against what you thought was possible, Spencer propelled himself further into you, to the point where the air you breathed out became the same one he inhaled. Spencer's knee shoved itself between the apex of your thighs, making you gasp from the unexpected friction that his movement caused.

"I watched you back at JJ's. The way you acted around Henry? I can't stop thinking about it, sweetheart. It's driving me crazy."

"What?" An involuntary gasp slipped past your lips when Spencer's teeth lightly grazed your pulse point. "What are you—"

"I want us to have a baby."

The shock you felt was undoubtedly written all over your face. Spencer pulled back just the tiniest bit so he could stare right into your eyes. The gentleness in his pupils contradicted the desperation found in all of the ministrastions he pulled so far.

"I know when we talked about it in the past, it always seemed like such a distant thing. But after seeing you today—how you doted on Henry? I can't help it, sweetheart." Spencer's fingers strayed towards your cheek, tracing an invisible line until his touch met your jaw. "I want to have a family with you, and I want it to happen sooner rather than later. You own my forever, angel. There's no doubt in my mind that you'll become as amazing a mother just as you are a person."

The admission rendered you speechless. Time arrived into a screeching halt where it stayed there for seemingly thousands of years. Spencer was assessing you with worry in the consequent silence, trying to solve the cipher in your countenance that could give him a clue to what you were thinking.

Just as he was about to call out your name, you lunged forward out of the blue, claiming his lips in an earth-shattering kiss.

The two of you molded into one another like a pair of fitted puzzle pieces. Fire was raging inside your chest when you pulled away, first telltale signs of arousal stirring in the pit of your stomach.

"I wanna have a baby with you, Spencer. Please, I love you so much."

Spencer groaned wholeheartedly at the confession before diving back to kiss you even more fervently than before. Amidst the roaming hands and pleasurable gasps, the two of you somehow managed to stumble into the bedroom you had shared together for the past couple of years. Shed clothes littered the entire path you trudged, and in the blink of an eye, you found yourself naked on the bed with Spencer hovering above you clad in only his boxers.

"You're so beautiful," Spencer mused before taking one of your nipples in his explorative mouth. You writhed in pleasure while his fingers toyed with your other breast, making sure that no inch of your beauty escaped his attention. "Can't wait to see these full of milk, sweetheart. You'd look so beautiful pregnant with my baby."

You could only mewl when Spencer's lips trailed further southward, peppering kisses beneath your navel, just a sliver to where you needed him the most.

"Spencer, please. Ah. Don't tease."

Your fiancé chuckled at the desperation he heard in your voice. If it were any other day, he would have taken the time to edge you even further for the next few hours. But Spencer could feel his boxers getting tighter by the minute, and not wanting to prolong it any further, he slid downward until he was met with the view of your glistening folds.

"Fuck. So wet and gorgeous. Wish you could see how pretty you look, angel."

The moment Spencer's mouth touched your most sensitive part, you were gone for. His tongue lapped your juices like he was a man lost in a dessert while you were his oasis. The moans fled your throat when his lips wrapped around your taut clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue until you thrashed around uncontrollably. He then used his left forearm to pin your torso down, while his other hand started prodding the entrance to your heat.

"Oh my god, Spencer—mmphh," you whined when two of Spencer's fingers were snugly sheathed inside of you, going in and out until the whole room was overpowered by the obscene sound of your squelching wetness.

"You're so wet, angel. Holy shit," Spencer marveled as he fixated onto the movements of his fingers inside of you, the digits shining from your arousal that coated them. "So warm and tight, too. This all for me?"

"For you, Spencer, only for—oh, only for you. Feels so, mmhh, so good."

Spencer knew you were getting close from how tightly your walls were gripping his fingers, along with the way you were grinding your hips against his hand as if trying to amplify the pleasure you were reeling from. But right before the coil in your belly snapped, Spencer promptly removed his hand from your heat, making you whimpered in protest from the loss of contact.

"Patience, angel," Spencer said, leaning down to give you a quick kiss. "I want to be inside you and feel you around me as you cum."

He made quick work in removing his boxers, revealing his erection that was already red and leaking pre-cum on the tip. Spencer hissed when he gave himself a few lazy tugs, aware of your burning stare as you watched him with a raging want.

"Ready, sweetheart?" Spencer asked, waiting for your nod before sliding his tip in. You moaned into his neck until the entire length of his cock was snugged inside, clutching Spencer for dear life as the man cursed against your cheek. "You feel so good around me. Fuck. You alright, angel?"

You could only nod meekly in response. "Need you to move, Spence. Please, move."

Spencer didn't need to be told twice. He drew his hips back until the only thing engulfed by your pulsating walls was his tip, before ramming back into you with enough force to knock the breath out of your lungs.

In no time at all, your fiancé was moving in and out of you vigorously. The lewd sound of skin against skin echoed within the four walls of your bedroom, fueling your desire until your whole being was consumed by everything Spencer. You swore you could almost feel every ridge and vein of Spencer's cock as it slid in and out of your weeping hole, but your hazy brain would argue that it was plainly your lust talking.

"Spencer." His name came out as a gasp as you felt the imminent climax rising higher and higher. "I'm so—ah, s-so close. Please, please, please, I need to—"

"I know, sweetheart. I know you are. Can feel you squeezing around me. Shit. Milking me so good, hm? Gonna milk me, angel? Gonna milk my cock dry?"

You couldn't think of any other reply to Spencer's crude words except to moan even louder.

"I'm close, too, sweetheart. Fuck. I love being inside you like this. 'M gonna cum so much, gonna have my seed so deep inside you until your womb is filled to the brim."

Your walls fluttered at the thought of being full of Spencer's cum, and this little knowledge didn't evade your fiancé's notice as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

"You like that, huh? Like the thought of my cum in your womb? Can't wait until you're all big and round, sweetheart. You're gonna make such a beautiful mommy."

"Wanna be a mommy, Spencer, I wanna have your baby!"

"Yeah? You want that? Wanna be pregnant with my baby and make me a daddy? Have a part of me inside of you, huh? Shit. Can picture it now, sweetheart. You'll look so gorgeous pregnant. Most beautiful mommy in the world."

Spencer's hips stuttered slightly. The mental image of you pregnant and barefoot, walking around your shared home carrying his child was doing abominable things to every neuron in his brain. That thought alone, along with the way your pussy was getting tighter around him by the second, was inevitably going to push him over the edge.

Without ever abating his pace, Spencer's fingers reached down towards your clit and started rubbing as if there was no tomorrow. You let out a scream at the added sense of pleasure that Spencer's fingers sent to your belly.

"That's it, angel. Just let it go for me. Let go and I'll give you every drop of my cum."

Another powerful thrust, coupled with a delicious stimulation to your bundle of nerves, had you cumming around Spencer's cock like you had never been before. It was one of the most intense orgasms of your life, and you couldn't do anything but wail and moan as Spencer continued to move inside you through it all.

Mere seconds later, Spencer's own undoing crashed into him like a truck. You felt his cock throb before warmth flooded in, spurts of cum painting every inch of your walls until Spencer was sure there was nothing else to empty. He collapsed on top of you as soon as he was done pulling out, panting breaths and a satiated smile as he buried his face in the column of your neck.

"So—" you began once your breathing had evened out, "—we're doing this, huh?"

Spencer looked up at your face. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"No. Definitely not. There's no one I'd rather do this with more than you, Spencer." You smiled, tucking a strand of your fiancé's overgrown curly hair behind his ear. "Although, I do have to say, I didn't expect you to be that type of guy."

"What type of guy?"

"The kind who gets territorial and borderline obsessed with the thought of impregnating their woman."

Your statement caused Spencer to laugh, crinkling eyes and head thrown back in a way that made your heart fall a little deeper for the man. You closed your eyes and sighed when his hand rose to cup your cheek.

"Can't help it, sweetheart. Any guy would be driven wild to have you as the mother of their child. I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

Spencer's proclamation was sealed with a kiss to your lips. It started out innocent enough before escalating in desperation with every minute that ticked by. Spencer swallowed all of your whimpers even when his hand started to meander downward, all the way past your abdomen, and right under your navel where your arousal was beginning to awaken once again.

At the first swipe of thumb on your clit, you gasped against his lips.

"Spence, what are you—"

"Sshh, we're far from finished, sweetheart. Didn't think I'd be done with you so quickly, did you?" Spencer smirked. "I'm gonna keep fucking you through the night, however long it takes, and fill you with loads after loads of my cum to make sure you are pregnant once this is all over. Now, you just lie back, angel. 'M gonna make you feel so fucking good."

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eelnoise · 4 months ago

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a view of you

sanjixfem!reader (nsfw!)

week 3 of small kinktober!

>it's your anniversary! sanji wants to try something new with you this evening - if you're willing.

cw: shibari/rope play, endless praise, mirror sex, f on top, piv sex, softdom!sanji, FRENCH used an: i just think he's so cute. ik he'd treat us all so right 😭 wc: 2.21

“Do you trust me, mon amour?” Sanji whispers, pulling you further onto his lap. His cadence is smooth—a soft rumble that vibrates reassurance into your ear. He thumbs at the length of a silken rope in one slender hand while the other trails its fingers along the inside of your thigh.

Nestled snugly into his arms, you’re seated atop a few pillows with a floor-length mirror angled with you at center stage. Your clothes have been far discarded, leaving the sleeves of his unbuttoned dress shirt to run up and down your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake and making you shiver against his warm chest in anticipation.

Of course you trust him. You trust him far more than you think he knows.

Sanji’s soft smile catches in the mirror, and despite your compromising position, you reflect it with a soft nod.

“With my life.”

Sanji's smile widens, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he takes in the sight of you in the mirror - your hair mussed, cheeks flushed, and body trembling with anticipation in his arms. He leans in, kissing the shell of your ear as he murmurs, "That's my brave girl. I've got you, always."

"Watch," he murmurs and gestures toward the mirror. One hand slides down to grasp your hip, thumb stroking circles into the sensitive skin there. The other reaches for the silken rope, unraveling it with deft fingers. “I want you to see how much I adore you.”

He ties you up gently, creating intricate cross patterns that weave down your chest and around your waist, binding your wrists securely behind your back. With each loop and knot, Sanji's touch is reverent, almost worshipful.

He takes his time, caressing and admiring every inch of exposed skin from your waist up before securing it with the ropes. The bindings accentuate your curves, painting and framing your body like an erotic work of art that could bring a tear to the eye of any master.

"Magnifique," he breathes, leaning back to admire his handiwork. "You are a vision, ma chérie. A goddess made flesh. How could I be so lucky?”

You feel your cheeks flush—even now, with you bound and vulnerable in his arms, he still manages to effortlessly conjure up a warmth in your chest. His actions prepare to ooze their love—as true and loving and tender as they can be—into you as he leans his head down, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck with a satisfied hum of approval.

Sanji sighs blissfully as he inhales, your sweet aroma alone is enough to make his head spin with want, adding the perfectly wrapped gift that is you waiting so patiently on his lap and on any other night his insatiable love for you would have ended this far too early.

Tonight though—tonight he wants to celebrate your love by taking his time. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your neck to pepper your skin in kisses. “You taste so sweet, ma chérie,” he murmurs, allowing his fingers to roam down the valley between your breasts in a sinfully slow tease, “Délicieuse.”

A sigh finds its way from your throat when his tongue darts out to lick directly up the center at nape of your neck, followed by another burst of shivers electrifyingly shaking it’s way right to the apex of your thighs when his course diverts to ghost over the sensitive peak of one of your nipples. You watch Sanji's touch in the mirror's reflection. His thumb and index finger roll the hardened bud just enough to make you gasp sharply, your body arching into his touch. “Sanji…” you whine as you try to instinctively raise your hand to his cheek—the urge to kiss him overwhelming you. Tilting your head toward him, you attempt to garner his attention away from his mouth’s assault on your neck.

Deft fingers continue their ministrations between your thighs as he speaks. "I love watching you like this—getting to see all the cute little faces you make for me.” His thumb presses harder against your clit, rubbing tight circles that send jolts of pleasure through your body. "And now you get to see them too. So please, mon amour, tell me—does it feel good, having me touch you like this?"

"Please, Sanji," you whimper, your body trembling with desire as your hips buck against his hand. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, your chest heaving with each ragged inhale. "It feels so good. I need more."

His fingers slide down, gathering your slick arousal before pushing two digits inside your tight heat. He pumps slowly, curling them within you and against your sopping walls. "That's it, relax for me," he encourages, his other hand moving to squeeze and knead your breast as his thumb continues its relentless assault on your clit.

The hand now free from holding you open finds its way back up your chest, tracing each labyrinthine knot and dip into your flesh that the rope accentuates.

Your head falls back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as you lose yourself in the sensations. His fingers move in and out at a steady pace, curling just right to make your toes curl and your thighs tremble. You can feel the pressure building, your body tensing as you near the edge.

"You're so close, aren't you?" he murmurs, his hot breath fanning across your neck. "I can feel you tightening around my fingers. Cum for me, mon amour. Let's see you fall apart."

You repeat his name like a mantra, a holy word that falls from your lips as you let go completely. Trembling, you arch into him, and the coil that had been building inside you snaps. Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, crashing through you with such intensity that leaves your legs twitching, your fists clenching, and your vision hazy.

As you come undone in his arms, Sanji holds you close, murmuring words of praise and adoration into your ear. He continues to stroke you through the aftershocks, drawing out your pleasure until you're boneless and pliant against his chest.

Sanji pulls you gently into his embrace, showering your forehead and cheeks with soft, lingering kisses. "You’re so breathtaking when you let yourself get lost in the moment for me," he whispers, his voice filled with warmth and tenderness. "I could watch you shine like this all day long."

He gently eases you back onto the pillows, his hands roaming over your body in a tender caress. "How do you feel?" he asks, his voice low and husky with desire.

"Amazing," you breathe, tilting your gaze to his in the mirror, your eyes sparkling. "It felt so good... I didn’t want it to end." You giggle softly, searching his gaze, hoping he understands just how much he means to you.

Sanji's smile is warm and tender, his eyes sparkling with love and adoration as he gazes down at you. "I'm truly glad, mon amour. You deserve nothing less than to feel extraordinary." He leans in, enveloping your lips in a deep, passionate kiss that leaves you utterly breathless.

"Now," he says, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean. "Could you do me a favor and raise your hips a bit for me?"

You oblige him, and with his help, you raise upward just enough for Sanji to wriggle his aching cock free from the barrier that is his boxers. Sanji's cock springs free, hard and throbbing, already glistening with precum at the tip. He wraps a hand around the base, giving himself a few slow strokes as he takes in the sight of you above him, bound and wanton and just begging to be filled.

"Mon chou, I want you to watch." Sanji coos, pointing a long finger toward the mirror. "Watch how you take me."

A soft blush colors your cheeks as you watch, transfixed, as Sanji positions himself at your entrance. He teases you with the head of his cock, rubbing it up and down your slit and coating himself in your arousal.

"Ready for me, ma chérie?" he asks, his voice low and rough with barely restrained hunger. Before you can even form a response, he begins to push into you—easing you back down onto down onto his needy, twitching length.

You gasp as he fills you inch by inch, your walls stretching to accommodate his size. He goes slow, savoring every inch as he sinks into you. Once he bottoms out, he pauses to let you adjust. Sanji groans at your tightness. "You feel incredible," he breathes, gripping your hips. "So perfect around me."

He starts to move then, pulling out slowly before pushing back in. His thrusts are deep and steady, each one easily hitting that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. He picks up the pace gradually, his hips snapping forward faster and harder with each passing second.

Sanji's hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you down onto his cock as he thrusts up into you. His hips snap forward faster and harder, the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "You take me so well," he groans, his eyes locked on your reflection in the mirror. "So perfect and tight."

He adores listening to you sing, each sweet note from your lips harmonizing with the tempo of his cock plunging against you. Sanji grunts, the sound raw and animalistic as he continues to drive into you. His fingers bite into your plush hips, a primal claim on your body. "Sing for me, mon amour," he growls, his thrusts growing increasingly frenzied. "I need to hear you

Sanji's thrusts become more erratic as he loses himself in the exquisite sensation of your tight, velvety walls engulfing him. He leans forward, capturing your lips in a searing, passionate kiss as his hips piston into you with wild abandon.

Large hands squeeze your inner thighs, holding you open for even deeper strokes. "You're mine," he growls possessively against your lips, his grip on your hips tightening. "Please, my love. Tell me who you belong to."

"You, Sanji," you gasp out between ragged breaths, your body quivering with ecstasy. "I'm yours. Only yours!"

Your declaration ignites a fire within him, and he redoubles his efforts, slamming into you with all the fervor and adoration he feels. "Yes," he growls, his voice rough with barely restrained need. "You're mine, and I'm yours. My heart, my soul, my everything."

Sanji’s pants grow increasingly frantic as he nears his peak, his hips snapping upward with wild, unrestrained passion . His gaze is locked onto your reflection in the mirror, eyes brimming with pure, unbridled love as he takes in the sight of your body bouncing on his cock ."I love you," he breathes, his voice trembling with fervor. "I cherish every inch of you, my darling."

With a final, powerful thrust, Sanji spills himself inside you, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his seed. He holds you close, his body trembling with the force of his release. "So good…," he hisses, his words are soft and filled with tender affection.

Sanji holds you close as he comes down from his high, his body still trembling with the force of his release. He presses soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks, murmuring words of love and adoration into your ear.

"You are incredible," he murmurs, a warm intensity in his tone. "You truly shine."

"No, thats you," you reply, meeting his gaze with a soft, tender smile. "I love you more than words can say, mon minou."

Sanji's heart swells, nearly bursting, as you speak in his mother tongue. "I adore you too, my sweet," he murmurs, his voice laced with playful affection. He leans down, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before capturing your lips in a soft kiss that leaves you breathless, enveloping you in a moment that feels both sweet and electric.

With a promise of a warm bath to be freshly drawn for the two of you and two final glasses of wine to toast, Sanji gently unbinds the rope from your body. You notice the concern when his gaze falls over the indents of the wrappings that remain etched upon your skin. “They don’t hurt, Sanji.” You quickly reassure him.

One step into a luxurious, steaming bath made for two later, you breathe in the warm, vanilla-scented steam that fills the air with the soothing scents of lavender and vanilla. As you sink into the soothing, fragrant water, he pours two glasses of rich, full-bodied red wine, handing one to you with a tender smile.

"To us," he toasts, clinking his glass against yours. "May our love continue to grow stronger with each passing day."

You lean back against his chest, feeling utterly content and cherished in his embrace. "To us," you echo softly, taking a sip of the deep, velvety wine. The warm water envelops you both, and you can't help but sigh with happiness. Sanji's strong arms wrap around you, holding you close as you relax into his touch.

"Happy anniversary, sweetheart," he speaks softly, a warm smile on his lips. "I love you more than anything in this world."

#one piece x reader #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #one piece smut #sanji smut #x reader

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pucksandpower · 1 year ago

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Roll the Dice

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: You and Charles throw your own private celebration after one of the best races of the season

Warnings: 18+ content

The roar of the crowd still rings in your ears as you make your way through the paddock to find Charles. Your heart is bursting with pride after watching him fight his way to a hard-earned P2.

Las Vegas may be a new circuit but Charles drove it like he had been racing here for years. He made the Ferrari dance in ways you didn’t think were possible, squeezing every last hundredth out of each corner.

You spot him up ahead, finally free from the mob of reporters and post-race press conference. He’s leaning against the wall near the media pen in a rare moment of solitude, eyes closed and head tilted back, no doubt mentally replaying each complex sequence of braking points and apexes.

You take a moment just to look at him — the way his damp curls cling to his forehead, the zipper of his race suit undone and its sleeves tied at his waist to reveal soaked fireproofs that cling to every contour of his chest. He’s breathing heavily, a post-race flush still clinging to his cheeks.

He’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

As you draw nearer, his eyes blink open and immediately lock with yours. Relief, affection, and something more primal flash through them as a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

“Y/N!” He shouts, hurrying over to sweep you up in a massive hug.

You squeeze him tight, not caring at all that he’s drenched in sweat and sticky with champagne. “I’m so proud of you!” You beam.

He sets you down, his hands lingering on your waist. “I couldn’t have done it without my good luck charm.”

You playfully smack his shoulder. “Oh stop, this was all you! I can’t believe the drive you put on out there. You were incredible!”

Charles glances down shyly. “Thank you, mon cœur. It was a good race tonight.”

“A great race,” you correct him, “You drove incredibly. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time, watching you battle with Max and Checo like that. It was the best thing I’ve seen all season.”

Taking his hand, you lead him away from the crowds. “Come on, let’s get you out of here. I think it’s time we celebrate!”

A flight in the early afternoon means you both decide to forego the wild Vegas parties and instead make your way straight to the hotel. Once you’re in your suite, Charles heads for the shower while you pour champagne. When he emerges in a billow of steam, you hand him a glass.

“To my champion!” You declare, clinking your glass against his.

Charles smiles graciously but you catch a flash of disappointment in his eyes. “I’m hardly a champion finishing P2.”

You fix him with a serious look. “That was the drive of a champion tonight. You left you heart on the track out there. If it wasn’t for that safety car, you would’ve won. I would have bet my life on it.”

He looks thoughtful as he takes a sip. “You really think so?”

“I know so! The way you managed to regain the lead from Max? And then from Checo? The move you pulled in the last lap to take P2? Incredible. My only regret is that you don’t have a car that would give you an opportunity to compete like this all season.”

Charles sighs. “The team is doing their best with what we’ve got.”

You set your glass down and rest your hands on his bare chest. “I know and you’re so patient with them. But a driver like you? You deserve to be fighting at the front in every single race.”

Looking into your eyes, Charles brushes a strand of hair from your face. “We’ll get there, I know it. This result today, it shows progress.”

“You’re right. It does,” you smile up at him. “And when you do get a car worthy of you, the rest of the grid better watch out. Because you are going to do great things, Charles Leclerc.”

Charles gazes at you tenderly before pulling you in for a kiss. Your lips move together unhurriedly, his hands trailing down your back.

When you finally break apart, breaths mingling, he gives you a mischievous look.

“You know, I never did properly thank you for being my good luck charm today.” His fingers toy with the hem of your shirt.

You bite your lip coyly. “I think the good luck charm wants to properly congratulate her driver on the podium. I want to make you feel good. You more than earned it.”

Charles grins and tugs your shirt up over your head. His lips find your neck as he backs you towards the bed, hands roaming your newly exposed skin.

You fumble with the ties on his sweatpants, shoving them down as the back of your legs hit the plush mattress. He gently lowers you down, hovering over you.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs, eyes dark with want.

You pull him down for another heated kiss, reveling in the feel of his solid weight above you. Your hands grasp at his back, nails digging in slightly to leave crescent marks on his skin.

Charles groans into your mouth at the sensation, pressing his hips down firmly against yours. You can feel his arousal even through the thin fabric still separating you.

Breaking the kiss, you trail your lips along his stubbled jaw to his ear. “I want you so much,” you whisper hotly.

He shudders in response, hands gripping your waist. “Take what you want, mon amour. I’m all yours.”

You slip a hand between your bodies, palming him through his boxers. He hisses in pleasure, bucking into your touch.

“These need to come off. Now,” you demand.

Charles obliges eagerly, stripping the last barrier between you away. You waste no time to wrap your legs around his waist, gasping as he enters you in one smooth motion.

You move together unhurriedly at first, simply reveling in the feeling of being joined so intimately. Charles peppers your face and neck with tender kisses as your hands caress every inch of his back and shoulders you can reach.

As the pleasure builds, your hips pick up speed, chasing release. Charles shifts his angle, hitting that sweet spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

“Just like that! Don’t stop!” You cry out, nails digging into his shoulders again.

He increases his pace, pounding into you relentlessly. You feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you.

“Charles, I’m so close ...” you gasp.

“Let go, mon cœur. Come for me,” he growls breathlessly into your ear.

His words send you tumbling over the edge with a wordless cry. Your vision goes white as intense ecstasy washes over you. Distantly you’re aware of Charles following right after, your name a reverent sigh on his lips.

As you float back down, Charles collapses on top of you. You hold him close, heart threatening to burst from the love and pride swelling within you.

Charles presses his lips to your forehead. “Have I mentioned that you’re the best girlfriend ever? I don’t know what I did to deserve someone as wonderful as you. But I’m so glad you’re here with me through all of this. I love you so much.”

You grin and pull him in for a kiss. “You deserve the world, Charles Leclerc. And I plan on spending every day of our lives proving that to you.”

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fanaticsnail · 5 months ago

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Hi Snail!! It's been a little while, I hope you and the family are doing well! I thought I'd pop in with so self-indulgent birthday thoughts I've had throughout the day.

1. Mihawk with a happy trail. (No other thoughts, but pretty man I'd desire to bite all over.)

2. Baking a birthday cake with Sanji! initially, he was going to have it be a surprise, but after catching him, we both worked on it together. (More platonic leaning vibes, he'd be such a nice friendo)

3. Shanks accidentally starting a citywide party in celebration of my birthday (he gets excited at the thought of a party), but ends up leading me off to just spend time alone on some isolated hilltop. It's a very peaceful evening shared between us.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WRENNYX!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA. Please have a mini fic on your special day for the broody swordsman 🖤. I'm sorry I didn't write more, my love!

Happy Trail

Masterlist Here

Word Count: mini fic

Synopsis: Mihawk is not as well groomed as he usually keeps himself. You notice, and you can't help yourself.

Themes: Mihawk x f!reader, established relationship, suggestive content, Mihawk is unkept, husband x wife, domesticity.

Mihawk, arching his brow as perplexion dawns on his face as you lower yourself to the ground beside his thighs. Leaning back on the chair, unlacing his knee from its position atop the other, he raises his wineglass to his lips. Eyes never leaving yours, he watches as you eagerly crawl between his knees and place your hands splayed atop both of his muscular and lanky legs.

"My dear," he utters when releasing the lip of the wine glass from his open mouth, tongue darting out to collect the spillover from his bottom lip, "Just what do you think you are doing?"

You hum gently, moving your thumbs on soothing circles to the apex of his lowered hemline. Adonis belt on full view, you gently caress your digits over the short patch of silky, dark locks and shudder in delight at the sensation.

"You're not as groomed as you usually keep yourself, my darling," you note, gently flicking over the follicles, "I am not complaining."

Mihawk shuddered away from your touch, the ministrations tickling at his abdomen causing a slight twitch to his lips and a smile reserved only for you in its wake.

"Oh, really?" he feigned indifference, his body reacting against his will as he leaned into your touch, "You are not complaining?"

Reaching forward, he placed the wine glass down on the table in front of him, all the while holding your eyes with his honey-hued orbs. Leaning down, he collected your chin within his right hand and rose you to stand. As you rose to your feet, he gently guided your right hip with his left hand and urged you forward to straddle his waist.

"You're telling me," he gently hooked your hair over your ear and caressed your jawline gently, "You, my beautiful wife," he pressed his lips to your cheek, "Enjoy having a partially scruffy husband?"

Mihawk smiled against your cheek, pressing a further three kisses slowly against your cheek towards your neck. His moustache and beard tickled your face, prompting you to curl in to his soft touch.

"Careful now," he whispered, his lips finally catching that place on your neck below your earlobe that had a soft gasp fled your lips, "I might think you prefer me a little untamed, beloved."

"Mihawk," you gasped, your chest rising with the bloom of need in your chest and stomach. He chuckled against your neck, gently clamping his teeth down on your pulse and soothing it with his tongue.

"Upstairs, dear," he chuckled against your skin, his wandering hands gently caressing your knuckles as you continued to toy with his treasure trove of dark curls, "Let me show you just how wild and unbridled your husband can truly be for you."

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literaryvein-reblogs · 6 months ago

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10 Words Related to Medieval Art & Architecture

for your poem/story

1. Atrium: An open courtyard at the entrance of a church, usually surrounded by covered aisles. The atrium of the Early Christian church was originally a place for the catechumens to wait during the celebration of the Eucharist.

2. Blind Arch: An arch which encloses an opening in a wall which may appear to be a window but which is actually only a shallow indentation in the wall.

3. Campanile: Italian name for a bell tower, usually one that is detached from the main building.

4. Depressed Arch: A flattened arch, slightly pointed on top. It appears in Late Gothic of the 15th and 16th centuries.

5. Ecclesia & Synagoga: Personifications of the Church (Ecclesia) and Judism (Synagoga). Both appear as female figures. Ecclesia was crowned and holding a chalice and Synagoga was blindfolded and held the Tablets of the Law (the Ten Commandments given to Moses). These two personifications were often paired in painting and sculpture, but they could also appear separately.

6. Fleur-de-lis: Stylized lily which served as symbol for the French monarchy.

7. Greek Cross: A cross with four arms of equal length.

8. Historiated (or Figured) Capital: A capital which is decorated with figures of animals, birds, or humans, used either alone or combined with foliage. The figures need not have any meaning, although they may be symbolic or part of a narrative sequence. Historiated capitals were most commonly used in the Romanesque from the late 11th to mid-12th centuries.

9. Keystone: The voussoir (i.e., a wedge-shaped or tapered stone used to construct an arch) at the top of an arch; in vaulting it occurs at the intersection of the ribs of a rib vault. It is important structurally since it marks the apex of the vault.

10. Latin Cross: A cross with three short arms and one long arm.

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targaryen-dynasty · 1 year ago

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hi bestie💕

from the 2k celebration serving list, i choose meleys! (this feels like i’m choosing a pokemon for a battle 😂)

prompt #112 “i don’t feel like sleeping�� with aegon ii

🎉congratulations on reaching 2k!!!!!🎉

REDAMANCY.

Aegon II Targaryen x female Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MINORS DNI; slightly dubious content, p in v, breeding kink

WORDS: 741

NOTES: The first time I managed to keep myself short, lmfao. Hope you like it!

It has to be way past the Hour of the Owl when you feel Aegon’s hands slowly drag over your side, his hot breath caressing the back of your neck.

Your back is facing him, and you’re lying exactly like you did when you fell asleep – with him tightly pressed against your backside. The only difference now is that you’re feeling something very firm pressing against your arse.

Stirring slowly, you’re releasing a deep sigh, and goosebumps follow in his hand’s wake as it pushes the skirts of your nightdress further up your legs. Despite the sheets still concealing your frame, you suddenly feel well exposed, and he hasn’t even peeled off your underclothes.

“Go back to sleep,” you’re murmuring, voice thick with sleep.

You can feel his nose drag along your hair, inhaling your scent, and it inevitably has you clenching your thighs together, more so when his lips settle at the curve of your shoulder. He has pushed the neckline of your nightgown to the side slightly, and an unbearable heat blossoms where his lips have met your skin before.

His teasing, barely there touches push all the tiredness aside, and the raspy drawl in his voice ignites a fire within you.

“I don’t feel like sleeping.”

It’s his body against yours, his scent wafting off of him, and his hand slowly inching between your legs that drive you to full consciousness. Heat starts to ignite at the apex of your legs as your mind wanders from the calmness of your sleep to your insatiable husband.

You bite your bottom lip, trying to stifle a quiet moan. “But what if I do?”

Your husband is quick to roll you on your back, making himself at home between your legs. The display of his fervor has you chuckling.

As he’s propped up on his arms, silver strands of hair fall into his face, framing his chiseled features. He stares down at you with a mischievous glint in his lilac eyes, and you know it means he’s up to no good.

Dipping his head forwards, Aegon’s lips make a beeline for your neck, nibbling and sucking on your skin to the point you crane your neck to grant him more access. You care little for what the court thinks of the little bruises he leaves, and rather take pride in his display of possessiveness, in his claim on you.

“Then I would see it as my husbandly duty to convince you otherwise,” his gruff voice vibrates against your skin, slightly muffled but still perfectly clear.

“Oh?” you whisper, turning your head to look at him and giggling softly.

“I’m confident of my ability to convince you,” he rasps, and you’re met with a wide grin, one that all but forces you to kiss him to get it off his face.

It’s all teeth and tongue when Aegon’s hands slowly claw at your nightgown, pushing it up to make quick work of your underclothes. You help him get you out of it, and only then notice that he’s indeed already completely bare.

While this isn’t new to you, you still hold your breath as he sheathes himself inside you, meeting little resistance with your cunt completely soaked and filling you with one, swift thrust of his hips.

You both moan in unison, and the pace your husband sets is quite different from the one he usually picks. Instead of thrusting and thrusting, he is rutting into you, causing the coarse, silver hairs that gather around the base of his cock to rub your pearl with every motion.

Slinging your legs around his waist, you’re making it no easier for him to change his movements, signaling that this is exactly what you need.

“Tonight is the night I shall put a babe in you,“ he grunts against your kiss-swollen lips.

His earlier urgency has seemed to be not more than a mask for his despair, because as your peak washes over you in an ambush, his own follows not long after.

But only when his hips don't falter, and his movements turn more calculated and determined, biting through the overstimulation, do you know that a long, exhausting night lies ahead of you.

One where he won‘t stop until his hunger is satiated by filling you with as much of his seed as possible to make sure it will bear fruit, to make sure you‘ll give him the heir they‘ll anticipate sooner than later.

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