They Get Politicians To Present Trophies. They Allow Donald Trump As A Guest. They Sing National Anthems

si el bebé es de franco es para hacer la mejor obra de teatro del mundo

im SURE Anakin likes to be hugged, and I would love to hug him.

Tender Love & Care | Sebastian Vettel/reader

Set during and after the 2009 Australian gp but he has his longer, curly hair bc fuck his buzz cut (/j ily sebby but your curls are to die for)

Warnings: 18+, hair pulling, dry humping, kinda sub!seb?, unprotected sex

Word count: 1k

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Having still not fully processed what had happened, you watched the screen in horror as Seb continues, left tyre hanging on, balancing on top of his car.

Angry and exasperated sighs erupt around you in the Red Bull garage. A lap later, Sebastian’s car eventually comes to a stop, and you let out a sigh of relief, glad he’d be returning soon.

“I’m an idiot, I’m sorry, I’m very sorry.”

You hear the crackled voice through the team’s radio and your heart breaks.

He finally pulls into the garage, and is immediately overwhelmed by angry comments. You rush to hug him tightly, feeling him shake slightly in your arms. He mumbled something incoherent into your chest as your hand gently circled his back.

After remaining like that for a few minutes, you decided to let the team know you were taking him home, and to contact him tomorrow to debrief, leading him to your rental car.

As you walked away you heard talks of an investigation and penalties, and knew you had to take extra good care of your poor German.

———

The drive to your hotel was silent, interrupted only by the occasional sniffle from Seb. One hand on the wheel, you reached out with your other to pet his thigh, knowing the physical touch would comfort him.

Finally reaching your room, you immediately went to run a bath for him, while he sat slumped over the edge of the bed. Your heart broke seeing him hug his small frame, letting out shaky breaths.

Gently stripping him, you guide him slowly to the warm bath, grabbing the shampoo to tenderly massage it through his blond curls. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and the tension started to dissipate out of his body.

Taking a sponge from the side, you washed him, kneading the knots out of his shoulders and wiping the tear stains away.

Seb looked at you through watery blue eyes and spoke for the first time since you’d held him, asking you to join him.

Stripping off your clothes, you felt his gaze on your body, his bitten, swollen lips parted slightly. You felt your face burn at the attention.

Signalling for him to move, you climbed in behind him, placing his head on your shoulder and your arms on his stomach, hands entwined with his.

He tried to speak again, but you shushed him, peppering kisses along his neck and shoulders, making him shiver.

“It’s okay baby, you don’t need to talk, let me take care of you.”

You both lay there until the water turned cold. Throwing a robe on, you dried your hair, watching Seb in the mirror, towelling his curls.

You turn around, taking the towel from him and ruffling his messy hair. “You’re so cute, Sebby”, you giggle as he pouted at you.

Leading him to the bedroom, you placed him gently at the foot of the bed then perched on the edge. He laid his head on your lap, staring up at you with sad, doe eyes.

“It’s all my fault.” He said, nuzzling his head in your hand, as you gripped his hair once more, pulling gently.

He moaned, kissing along your thighs, and you pulled harder. He bucked his hips and looked at you with widening pupils.

“Are you going to be good for me, baby?” You asked, running your hands down his chest, fingers grazing his happy trail.

“Yes, please.” He whined, taking your hands and dragging them lower, brushing them against his hardening cock.

“Now, Sebby, you have to earn it.” you tutted, pulling him to straddle your lap. “Are you going to show me how much you need it?”

He kissed you desperately, licking into your mouth, gripping your waist. You broke the kiss to finally breathe, gazing into his hooded eyes.

Seb started grinding against your thigh, seeking his release. You could tell he was close already, his precum wetting his stomach, so you grabbed his hips, stilling him. He mewled, eyes glassy with tears of desperation.

“Please,” he whimpered, moving a hand to your pussy “let me touch you.”

He gathered your wetness on his fingers, sliding them up to lazily circle your clit, smiling cheekily at your soft gasps.

Moving his head down, he starts lapping the wetness that had dripped down your thighs, all the way up to your aching hole.

“Sebby- need you inside me!” You moan, watching his eyes light up.

You move further up the bed and lay your head on the pillow, the blond following with lust-filled eyes.

He kisses you again, and you taste yourself on him. He kneads your breasts before holding your hips and lining himself up. Your body twitches slightly as his dick nudges your sensitive clit before the head disappears inside you.

Moving down to your nipples he alternates between sucking and flicking, as he slowly bottoms out.

He stays there while you adjust, kissing hickeys down your neck and breasts, knowing you wouldn’t be able to hide them.

Finally, he pulls out steadily, not wanting to hurt you, until only his tip was inside you.

“You’re so perfect for me, liebling, so beautiful.” He said, gazing down at you lovingly. Your blush deepened at the praise, and you pulled him in for another kiss.

Pulling his hair caused his hips to jut into you suddenly, making you break the kiss to gasp. Seb smirked in satisfaction at your reaction, as he started thrusting deep into you at a steady pace.

Evidently he was more excited than you first thought, as not long after, his thrusts started to become more irregular. You could feel your orgasm building too, as Seb moved his hand back to your clit, matching his pace.

“Come for me, schatzi.” He whispered, his accent thicker.

You came, walls tightening around him, making him groan into your neck. He followed not long after, filling you full of his warm cum.

He pulled out slowly, resting his head on your chest while you rubbed his back and played with his curls.

“Sebby, dear, are you okay?”

He nodded lazily, not wanting to move. “I love you.” He mumbled into your neck. “I’m sorry.” He added quietly, still ashamed from the DNF.

“Baby, you don’t need to be sorry, it was an accident. I love you, sweetheart.” You replied, kissing his curls and holding him closer, feeling him slowly drift off.

does anyone have a writing challenge or something?? help

Enchanted

Summary: Everyone feels intimidated by your coldness, except Anakin. Who feels enchanted by everything you are. 

Tags: Shy! Reader, Jedi! Reader, Reader is actually nice.

You can translate it in AO3

No podías evitar mirarlo, Anakin Skywalker era bastante impresionante para tu criterio. Habiendo terminado la misión que les habían asignado, volvieron a la base con su equipo claramente satisfechos y aliviados. Y aunque tu cara no lo demostraba, tú también lo estabas.  La misión fue más simple de lo que habías imaginado, recuperar terreno conquistado por los Separatistas rara vez resultaba ser una tarea fácil; sin embargo, las habilidades de Anakin y su padawan, Ahsoka Tano superaron tus expectativas. Claro que muchos chismeaban sobre las habilidades del Jedi, y también mucho habías escuchado en los pasillos, su trabajo era claro y admirabas su manera espontánea de actuar. Reprimiste el sentimiento de envidia que creció en tu pecho volviendo tu vista al frente en cuanto pusieron un pie en la base. Seguida por tu equipo te paraste al escuchar la voz de uno de los soldados. 

“Nosotros iremos por un descanso, ¿está bien?”, el clon principal preguntó haciendo que te des la vuelta. 

—Claro, descansen—cediste. Los clones asintieron yéndose. Fue ahí cuando Anakin bajó con su equipo, exclamando que podían ir a descansar. Lo miraste brevemente antes de desviar la mirada—Hiciste un buen trabajo, Skywalker. 

Él sonrió, poniendo su mano en su cuello. 

—No hace falta ser tan profesional, ¿Vas a descansar?—el pelo del Jedi estaba desordenado, sin embargo seguía viéndose atractivo. 

—No, probablemente asista a otra misión—juntando las manos por delante, te sentiste confundida ante las cejas fruncidas del jedi—¿Algo está mal, Skywalker?

—Bueno… No creo que sea bueno haces repetidas misiones sin tiempo de descanso—Anakin contestó ladeando la cabeza, no agregaste nada sintiendo sorpresa por sus palabras, desde que la guerra había comenzado tu descanso era inexistente en tu calendario—Yo tengo un descanso de tres días, ¿porque no me acompaña? 

Retrocediste medio paso, con la mandíbula ligeramente suelta se recompuso rápidamente, aceptando sin seguridad en su decisión. En realidad, varios de los maestros se aliviaron al escuchar tu pedido de descanso, parece que ya tenían en mente obligarte a descansar si no reconocias tus límites. 

Anakin y tú volvieron al Templo, cada uno volviendo a su habitación; no te habías sentido particularmente cansada, sin embargo cuando apoyaste tu espalda en el colchón pensando que no ibas a poder dormir por el sol entrando en la ventana, caíste dormida inmediatamente. 

De tu sueño profundo fuiste despertada por unos golpes en la puerta, te paraste desorientada por la desaparición de la luz y como pasó que dormiste tanto. 

—¿t/n?—la voz detrás de la puerta lo empeoró, abriéndola acomodaste tu visión con la poca iluminación que había en el pasillo. 

—¿Skywalker? ¿Qué haces aquí? ¿Qué hora es?—frotandote los ojos las preguntas salieron sin parar.

—Tranquila, no pensé que seguías dormida—Anakin se rió—Es tarde, casi medianoche.

Tus ojos se enfocaron en sus expresiones, buscando cualquier signo de que estuviera mintiendo, sin embargo no la encontraste y te costó creer que hubieras dormido doce horas seguidas. 

—¿Sucedió algo? ¿Hay una nueva misión en la que me requieran?

Anakin no contestó por un segundo, fijando su mirada en ti, luego se rió despreocupadamente sosteniéndose la frente. 

—Vaya que eres una adicta al trabajo—se acercó—No pasó nada, simplemente mi maestro me dijo que no te vio en la cena de hoy así que pensé que ahora tendrías hambre. 

Si, si tenías hambre, lo notaste apenas te incorporaste de la cama.

—¿A esta hora?—bajaste la mirada ocultando tu sonrisa—Por algo hay horarios en el templo, Jedi Skywalker. Incluso los padawan saben que si piden comida a medianoche, los cocineros los tirarán por la primera ventana disponible.

Estabas por cerrar la puerta, cuando Anakin te detuvo con sus ojos encontrándose. 

—¿Quién dijo que íbamos a comer en el Templo?

Fue asi como terminaste en un restaurante fuera de la parte central de Coruscant, siendo un lugar colorido y bien concurrido a pesar de la hora. No conocías nada del menú, así que dejaste que Anakin eligiera por ti, el lugar era desconocido pero resultaba ser cómodo. 

—Te prometo que te gustará, es picante pero tampoco es tan fuerte—Anakin sonrió apoyando su codo en la mesa, los platos de comida caliente se posaban frente a ustedes y con vacilación probaste la comida. El sabor se extendió rápidamente por tu lengua, diferente a cualquier otra cosa que hayas podido comer en el Templo. Anakin apretó los labios ocultando una sonrisa antes de morder—¿Siempre trabajas tanto?

Paraste de comer apoyando el tenedor.

—Claro, hay muchas cosas que hacer—suspiraste—Prefiero terminar las misiones rápido para poder empezar la siguiente, los Separatistas ganan terreno a un alto rendimiento, no podemos permitirlos avanzar. 

—Sin embargo no eres la única Jedi que puede hacer esos trabajos—se inclinó sobre la mesa, sus ojos celestes te penetraron—Si quieres rendir mejor, deberías descansar. Es necesario, además si te sientes sola, siempre podríamos pasar los descansos aquí si te gusta. 

Las palabras se fueron de tu boca, calentando tu cuello y un corazón latiente. 

—...La mayoría de personas me encuentra intimidante, tú lo sabes. 

Anakin rió.

—Puedo ver eso, pero lo que sea que encuentren intimidante, yo lo encuentro encantador. 

Avergonzada, y terriblemente preocupada por la velocidad con la que tu pecho latía, te paraste de la mesa. Skywalker estaba desmoronando las paredes a tu alrededor, y una pregunta se poso en tu cabeza, ¿era solo admiración lo que sentías por él?

I took a brief break from tumblr to look at instagram, saw a video of sleepy cats, and immediately returned to request Alex, Arthur, Marcus and Seb with a sleepy cat hybrid!reader. Like the reader's favourite place to sleep with/on the driver

i love this idea omd i yawned typing this lmfao

gn!cat hybrid!reader (sleepy headcanons)

alex albon:

absolutely obsessed with how sleepy you are because your ears and tail get all droopy and you blink so slowly and alex just finds it so fucking adorable

loves it when you stretch out on top of him, lying on your side on his chest with your face buried in his jaw/cheek - it's chaotic and catlike and alex has many photos of you asleep like it

always ready to catch you when you fall asleep whilst standing up because he refuses to let you get hurt due to your sleepiness

has carried you out of many places plenty of times because you fell asleep - his garage after a race, williams hospitality after his work is up, restaurants because he ate too slow and you got sleepy, etc.

arthur leclerc:

started tracking how often you yawn in a day because he thinks it's funny but then ended up yawning so much more often himself and he started getting sleepier so he stopped

curl up in a ball of cat on his chest and arthur will be the happiest man ever, especially if you purr in your sleep or, in arthur's best case scenario, you sleepmeow

always down to let you nap on him no matter what he's doing - he'd rather be mildly inconvenienced by you using him as a bed than find out you slept somewhere uncomfortable

loves it when you fall asleep on facetime because arthur gets to watch you doze peacefully and he gets to take screenshots galore

marcus armstrong:

genuinely doesn't understand how you're so sleepy all the time but he thinks you're cute so he won't complain about it

loves spooning you when you're curled up in a ball but if you sprawl out, marcus will cuddle up to you as close as he can, dreading the moment when your arm will inevitably smack him in the face

finds your sleeping positions and noises to be so fucking weird but also so fucking adorable at the same time to the point that he gets major cuteness aggression over you

lightly flicks your ears and tugs your tail when you're sleeping to see if you'll wake up but you never do - he knows not to pull too hard though because he'd hate to hurt you

sebastian vettel:

you're the cutest cat and literally everyone knows that because sebastian doesn't shut up about you and your cuteness ever

loves when you fall asleep on his chest whilst straddling his lap because you look so adorable and your soft little purrs fill his ears to the point that he finds it so cozy and comforting

has taken plenty of pictures & videos of you meowing in your sleep and tossing and turning about that sebastian is honestly starting to run out of storage space

loves to carry you in his arms whilst you sleep and will often just find somewhere to sit down, you still in his arms, so he can stroke your ears & tail and keep you safe and warm

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Okay requests are open! I can't promise I will make them 'cause I didnt write this year (I love and hate uni) But I kinda want to do it sooo

open to: charles leclerc, carlos sainz, and franco x lando (as a shipp) (I CANNOT STAND THAT THERE ARE NOT FICS OF THEM)

gosh these days im so in love with charles xavier

the most toxic relationship I have in my life

I'm curious... How would you describe your relationship with writing?

Night Routine

hii could you write something about lewis very fluffy?? idk like their morning together or their night routine 🤍 from @prttylight 

lewis hamilton x gf!reader

The intoxicating smell of fresh herbs blending together for dinner greets Lewis as he arrives home after a long day of meetings. Shrugging off his coat, he rounds the hallway corner, stopping to lean against the entryway and watching you.

You are unaware of his presence, having missed the sound of the door opening and closing, too busy listening to a podcast while making soup for dinner. He watches you for a bit before coming up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and startling you.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he says, pressing a kiss against your temple.

“Hi, Lew,” you reply, turning to smile up at him. “How was your day?”

“Busy,” he answers simply. “How was yours?”

You shrug, turning back to the pot in front of you. “Productive, for the most part.”

“Good,” he mumbles against your neck, not wanting to let go. Lewis is a very clingy man, especially behind closed doors.

“Why don’t you go change? Dinner will be ready when you’re back,” you suggest, and he reluctantly lets go, heading into the bedroom.

He returns just as you’re ladling the soup into bowls and setting them on the table.

As Lewis sits down, you can’t help but notice how his eyes light up at the sight of the steaming bowls in front of him. He reaches for your hand across the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“This looks amazing, love. Thank you,” he says, his voice warm with appreciation.

You smile back, feeling a flutter in your chest at his words. “You’re welcome. I hope you like it.”

As you both begin to eat, Lewis tells you more about his day, the meetings he had, and the plans for the upcoming race weekend. You listen intently, offering words of encouragement and support. It’s these quiet moments together that you cherish the most, away from the cameras and the public eye.

After dinner, Lewis insists on doing the dishes, shooing you away to relax. You curl up on the couch with a book but find yourself watching him instead, admiring the focus and concentration he has for something so simple. Your eyes trail from his face to his toned body, and you get lost in the view, only pulled back to reality when you hear him clear his throat.

“You’re staring,” he muses, and you smirk.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you tease, and he lets out a small laugh.

He grabs his own book off the shelf and joins you in the living room. You sit up to make space for him, and he pulls a pillow onto his lap so you can lie back down comfortably.

He interrupts your reading every so often to tell you about something interesting he’s come across, and you’re amused by how excited he gets. Once it gets later in the night, you yawn, and Lewis immediately closes his book.

“Shower, then bed?” he suggests, and you nod sleepily.

You follow him into the bathroom, stripping off your clothes as he gets the shower ready.

The warm water cascades over your bodies as you step into the shower together. Lewis gently massages shampoo into your hair, his fingers working out the tension from the day. You lean into his touch, sighing contentedly.

“Turn around,” he murmurs, and you comply. He begins to wash your back, his strong hands kneading your muscles. You can’t help but let out a soft moan of pleasure.

“Feel good?” he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Mmhmm,” you respond, too relaxed to form words.

After rinsing off, you return the favor, washing Lewis’s back. He closes his eyes, savoring your touch.

Once clean, you both step out of the shower, wrapping yourselves in fluffy towels. Lewis pulls you close, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“I love you,” he whispers, staring deeply into your eyes.

“I love you too, and I love nights like these,” you reply softly.

You dry off and change into comfortable pajamas, Lewis opting for just a pair of sweatpants.

In the bedroom, you climb into bed, immediately snuggling close to Lewis as he wraps an arm around you. He traces lazy patterns on your skin with his fingertips, the gentle touch soothing you toward sleep.