I have written a couple (and deleted a lot) of fanfics, and so the ones Iâve published on AO3, Iâm gonna put on here, too, as well as any I write in the future!!
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Iâve been reading toto wolff x reader fics lately and so many of them are like degrading (which I am not judging) and I was just thinking âsomeone should make a fic where the reader is stubborn or like actually stands up for themselvesâ and then I remembered I can do that. so. idk maybe I should write that đ¤ˇââď¸
Summary: Reader is having a tough time mentally, and Checo is trying to figure out how to help her *eyebrow wiggle*
Tags(?): Daddy kink, oral sex - fingering - plain olâ fuckin (all f! receiving), discussions of pregnancy, breeding kink, very very very big overuse of petnames, dom/sub-ish, dom!checo
A/N: soooooâŚ. this went way off the rails for how it was originally planned.. oops! I went about a month between writing this, so just deal with me please, lol. Very very self indulgent so đ¤ˇââď¸ If you like it, please tell me!!
A warm summer breeze wafts through the windows, the mid-day sun shining onto her hair, sitting on her knees in front of Sergioâs lap. Her head lies on his inner thigh as he sits on the couch before her, resting comfortably together. The soft waves of her hair draped over his leg.
The older man strokes her hair gently, twirling it around his fingers, feeling the silkiness. She looked so beautiful in front of him, almost⌠angelic. She looked angelic.The way her light, flowy nightgown billowed around her body, the way her legs were folded gently under her, how beautiful her eyelashes were as her eyelids fluttered open. It was all just too perfect.
As she woke from a light nap, Sergioâs hand moved from her hair to her cheek, delicately caressing the soft skin.
âHave a good nap, sweet girl?â His voice is rough, still only a few minutes awake from his own slumber.
âMhmmmâ She groans, looking up, observing his features with bleary, sleepy eyes. âMaybe I can sleep just a little longer-â
âNo, amor, you wonât be able to sleep tonight if you go back to bed,â
She just sighs, rubbing her cheek against his thigh, soothing herself. The strap of her nightgown slips down her shoulder, revealing the soft skin underneath. The sight endears Sergio, and he nudges the strap back up.
âThough, I know youâve been struggling lately, you do deserve the rest,â He pauses. âYou deserve the world, and Iâd give it to you if youâd just ask,â The sigh that escapes his lips sounds worried, yet loving. âI wish you would just ask for something, anything.â
She has been struggling lately with her mental health, slipping into emotional breakdowns every now and then. It hurts Sergio to see the one he loves most struggle like this, and he wishes she would just ask for any sort of help or comfort, other than just letting herself wallow.
âIâm okay,â
Sergio looks at her skeptically as her meek voice echoes through the room, not believing a word she says. âI love you so much, and you just need to accept my help. Please.â
She looks up at him, observing the freckles adorning the older manâs face, his warm, gentle eyes, the slight tint of color on his lips, and a tear trickles down her cheek. Even as her eyes close, the tears fight their way through, her nose scrunching up as she attempts to hold it all back.
âOh, cariĂąoâŚâ His voice trails off, thinking of what to say. âWhat has you so upset?â
âI-â She pauses, letting out a small whimper, âI dunno, jusâ love you so much,â
He tilts his head, brows furrowed, utterly confused. âWhy would that upset you, sweet girl?â The question comes out soft, demonstrating his concern.
A few sniffles and hiccups escape her before she finally speaks, âI love you so much that it hurts sometimes. It- itâs like thereâs so much love in my heart for you that it could just explode at any second, and it hurts so bad.â
Sergio holds his breath, unsure of what to say. Maybe it was a symptom of her current mental state? Maybe she had just become codependent the more time they spent together? He wishes he had the answers, he really did, but all he can muster up is a deep, primal need to take care of his girl. The thumb of the older man brushes against her cheek, wiping away the tears from her flushed face. âWhy donât you come up here on the couch and cuddle with me, okay?â He moves his hands under her arms to try and pick her up, but she resists.
âNo!â Her yelp is loud and sudden, shocking Sergio, eyes widening.
âNo?â
âNo, I want to be on the floor.â
âBut my love, the couch is comfortable-â
âNo.â
Sergio sighs, accepting defeat this one time, going back to stroking her cheek with his thumb, her head lying in his lap. As her eyes close, he can feel the warm breath against his groin, and it takes everything he has to act as usual. The strokes on her cheek and pets on her hair continue, like nothing is out of the ordinary. She scoots a little closer, not intentionally, just for comfort, but the twitch of his cock through his pants does not go unnoticed. Those sweet, sparkling, yet sad eyes look up at him, and itâs all he can do to not pounce on her in that moment.
She moves even closer, nose pressed between the bulge in his jeans and his thigh. Sergio feels small, wet movements against the junction, her tongue lapping at the fabric.
âOh, sweetheart, you donât have to do that right now,â He coos, trying to nudge her away, not wanting her to feel pressured just because he canât control his own body.
She just fights back against his nudge, her licks on his pants becoming lewder by the second, and Sergio is groaning in a weak attempt to control himself.
âAmor, no.â He insists again, his voice firmer this time. He nudges her face away yet again, hoping sheâll get the message this time, but that doesnât happen. She just moves back between his legs, not moving her lips this time, her nose pressed to the fabric.
Sergio canât help but roll his eyes, finally picking her up from under her armpits, no matter how hard she attempts to stay on the floor. He gently places her facing up on the couch, pulling her legs over his lap and resting a gentle palm against the smooth surface of her stomach. âStay here, cositaâ
The soft fabric of her nightgown rides up, revealing the frilly panties underneath. The sunlight shines down on her once more, making her look like the most gorgeous thing in the world. Sergio leans down and presses a soft kiss against her navel, hand travelling up her belly.
âChecoâŚâ She murmurs, meeting his gaze, knowing he wonât give up on forcing her to allow herself to be pampered.
âYouâre so beautiful, princesa.â
She feels his lips move down her skin to the edge of those frilly panties, making her breath hitch. âChe-â
He cuts her off, âMaybe you want to call me Daddy right now, no?â
God, the way she looks at him with her lips slightly parted and eyes now wide in surprise, he just wants to-
âD-daddy?â She asks cautiously, testing the waters.
âYes, is that alright, cosita?â His hand inches up further, finding itâs resting place between the swell of her breasts, feeling the goosebumps along the warm skin.
He smiles as she nods quickly, noticing the way her pupils dilate. He prepares to say something, but decides to leave it, opting instead to move his hand back down her stomach, tugging at the waistband of those tempting panties. He waits for a sign of her approval and continues when he gets it, sliding the lacey fabric down her legs.
His eyes glance over her skin, running the back of his knuckles over her thigh. âSo beautiful, my love. And all mine, always mine.â He continues to gently tease the skin of her thigh, slowly inching closer and closer to where she needs him most. Her eyes watch him with anticipation, her arousal palpable, and so she squeezes her thighs tight in embarrassment.
âNo, no, silly girl,â he teases, nudging her legs apart, âNo need to hide from me.â
She whines again, trying to close her legs.
He keeps them open, holding her down with a strong, yet gentle grip. âCâmon, be a good girl, keep them open.â
His mouth ghosts along her thigh and finds itâs way to her core, licking a teasing stripe through her slick folds. The reaction he elicits from her makes the older man smirk, wrapping his lips around her clit, sucking gently.
âOh! Oh, Daddy, ah-â She gasps, her back arching, scrambling to grab onto something. Her nails find his shoulders and he winces, his stubble scratching against her inner thigh as he groans.
âCareful on my shoulders, bebĂŠ.â
She whimpers, âAh- mmph- âm sorry Daddyâ as her hips buck up toward his lips. An obscene moan escapes her lips as Sergioâs mouth focuses on her clit, and sneakily slips a finger in her dripping cunt, curling as he slowly pumps in and out.
It quickly becomes too much for her, head spinning with submission, reduced to a whining, squirmy mess, rapidly approaching her release.
Sergio senses her oncoming orgasm and suddenly pulls himself away from her, smirking as she whimpers.
âDaddy, pleaseâŚâ Her voice is soft and mushy, any defiance slowly slipping away.
âDonât worry, cosita,â He hums, grabbing her waist as he sits back on the couch, pulling her closer, âDoesnât my sweet girl want something better? Hm?â
His teases just make her squirm, looking up at him with a needy expression, hair splayed across the couch. Her eyes travel down as Sergio begins to tug at his sweatpants, revealing his hardness in all itâs glory.
âNo underwear?â She asks softly, heart speeding up by the second, studying every vein and detail on his erection.
âNo, amor.â
âCondom?â
âNo.â
âNo?â
âRan out.â He studies her face, looking for a reaction.
âIâm not on birth control, you know that.â
âYouâd look cute with a baby bump.â He shrugs nonchalantly, as if they were just talking about the weather. Suddenly her skin is flushed red, hands covering her face, and she whines.
âCheco I- I donât know-â
âOh come on, cosita, Iâm sure you wonât actually get pregnant,â He reaches down, leaving a kiss right below her navel. âBut, I wouldnât mind if you did. Youâd look so beautiful pregnant.â His hand runs up and down her belly. She squirms. The air feels hot between them.
âChec-â
He lightly pinches her side, raising his eyebrows expectantly.
A whimper escapes her lips.
âSorry, Daddy,â
âItâs alright, amor. Do you want me to keep going?â
She bites her lip, debating for a second, but then nods in approval, looking him up and down with flitting eyes.
Sergio reaches his hand up to her cheek, stroking her gently, like she could break at any second. His voice is suddenly a low, teasing whisper as he speaks to her, âAlthough Iâve gone through your journal, mi amor, I know youâve dreamt of getting pregnant by me. Youâd like that, hm? Barefoot and pregnant and all for me.â
Her breath hitches, pupils dilated beyond what is probably normal, and all the older man just smirks. He speaks again, his tone just as teasing,
âMaybe keeping you all pretty and swollen would lift your spirits, hm? You know Iâd take such good care of you.â
âYou already take good care of meâ She smiles meekly, face flushing again as her eyes flit back down to his bare body.
âMmm, donât you forget it, sweet girl.â He debates for a second, humming before he ever so gently swipes his thumb up her slit, eliciting a gasp from those plush lips. His hand roams down the expanse of his stomach before taking the base of his cock in his hand, guiding it between her folds, the tip nudging her already swollen clit.
âDaddy, please,â
âPlease what? Be a good girl for me, use your manners.â
âPlease, ah-â Her voice stutters, his length sliding up and down her sensitive skin in an attempt to fluster the beautiful girl in front of him.
âWords, princesa, I need words.â
âPlease, mmh, fuck me, please, Daddyâ
Those words are like music to his ears, and a soft groan rumbles through his throat. âAnything for you. Anything.â
Before she can even react, heâs already slipped the tip in, inching slowly further, allowing her time to adjust. The stretch stings, just a little, but as he bottoms out, sheâs already panting for more.
The pace starts slow, just getting her all worked up and needy. His hands slide up to her waist, tilting her hips to give just that perfect angle, before his hips quickly snap against her own. She gasps, fingers clawing to try and dig into anything they can, finding his forearm and the side of the couch, back arching just beautifully for him.
He swiftly redirects her hand to her stomach, pressing her hand down on the bulge appearing each time he thrusts, âYou feel that, hm? Feel how full I make you- how Iâm the only one who can fill you like this?â
She only whines, brain turned to fuzz, getting closer and closer by the second.
âDaddy, gonna cum, wanna be a good girl,â Slips from her lips, soft gasps coming from her mouth with every meeting of their bodies.
âGo ahead, cosita, youâve been such a good girl for Daddy,â And with that, his movements grow faster, his release starting to build in his own gut, and the tightening of her walls around him as she reaches that peak tips him over the edge. Heâs soon spilling into her womb, panting, holding himself above her. She whines as he pulls out and his hands find her waist, gently massaging the skin beneath his thumbs.
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I know like only 2 people follow this blog but I wanna fuck him real bad, so the next fic might be a self indulgent x reader fic. also I wish I could follow u guys back but this is a secondary blog đ
A/N: READ THIS PLEASE!!! For freaky reasons, weâre gonna pretend that Max joined the grid when he was 18. kay? kay!
also this one isnât the best so please donât be mean Iâm trying to figure out not putting their names in there all the time đ
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God, from the moment Checo hit puberty, he knew he was different from the other kids his age. He lived the type of stereotypical teenage years that you see in those corny short films about coming to accept your homosexuality. It was so textbook it was almost comical. It started out when all of his friends around him in middle school would talk about porn they totally watched, although everyone knew that they were too wuss to actually have that on their search history. Except young Checo, of course. He had thought that his friends truly were searching this up, so he took to his family computer when he thought no one was home, and tried watching. For some God forbidden reason, he caught himself paying attention to the man, and told no one. Young Checo would play along when his friends asked him about it at school, but it became a routine, every time no one was at home, heâd hop back on the family computer, and itâs like he was hypnotized. He would watch almost anything, but he definitely had a preference for blondes, and it was obvious. One day, the poor guy was doing his usual thing, but an idea popped up in his head. He suddenly typed in the search bar of the website âgayâ. That was practically the beginning of the end. From that point forward, that search was Checoâs new routine.
On a rainy day during some school holiday, Checo is back to his usual routine, until suddenly he hears a voice behind him,
âChequito, what are you doing?â
At that, the boy physically cringes, hearing his motherâs voice. Checo desperately tried to explain himself, telling her it was a mistake, that it just popped up on his screen, etc. She knew, of course. She had known since he was little. His poor, poor mamĂĄ had just witnessed her son watching gay porn, but she was calm about it. She told him that she knew, that they all knew his little secret, but they all still loved him nonetheless.
As Checo grew older, advanced in school and in racing, he found himself seeking out different preferences, fetishes, and kinks. Slowly over time he had managed to collect a plethora of sex toys, and by God was he insatiable. His hormones were so out of control by age 20 that almost 3-4 hours every day without fail, he was in bed, getting off on his various gizmos and gadgets. He had never had a boyfriend, he wanted one, but he was terrified that no one would share his preferences, at least no one worth a damn.
After so long of his constant hormone fueled trials and test runs, he had found himself favoring pet play the most. He would put on his little puppy ears and butt-plug tail, among a collar and other various items, and would have the best orgasms of his life. Without fail, these things would always manage to get him to cum loads. Itâd get all over his belly, sheets, headboard, you name it, he probably came on it. Worst of all, the young man was a pillow humper. He could stay up hours and hours, nights before races, just so he could get that sweet, sweet orgasm from his pillow. Checo couldnât help it that heâd pant like a puppy or yip and bark while doing so, it just came naturally to him. He expected this behavior to stop whenever he got older, but it just got more and more intense. He had always eyed the cute blondies on the grid when he got into F1, so when a cute, young, aggressive blond guy had joined when Checo was 26, he couldnât resist taking in some of the eye candy.
Checo had soon learned that his name was Max, and he was a little terrorist on the track. The older man was always flicking his eyes over to Max, trying to get a glimpse when he could, but what he didnât know was that Max saw everything. Max saw every little glance, every time Checoâs tongue darted out, and every single lip bite. Naturally, whenever Max had his chance, he grabbed Checo by the collar of his race suit and dragged him into his trailer, nearly a year after he had joined Formula 1.
âAre you gonna just keep standing there and acting like Iâm never going to notice your stares, or are you going to do something about it, mutt?â Max growls, his adrenaline still fired up after the race.
Checoâs eyes widen as Max calls him âmuttâ. He knew. Of course Max knew. Checo had seen the articles, heard the gossip. Max always got his way, whether others liked it or not. As Checo stands there speechless, Max rolls his eyes and yanks him forward, taking the older manâs lips into a hot kiss, his tongue forcing past the seal of Checoâs mouth.
And thatâs how their relationship began, Max would take what he wanted from Checo, and Checo loved it. It wasnât until one night when they had gone over to Checoâs place, and Max decided to have some fun with his toys. From that night on, their whole dynamic changed.
âMax, are you sure you know how to tie those knots?â Checo asks, whimpering as he feels the ropes get tighter, the younger man having hog-tied him as he lays on the bed.
âIâm sure, you silly pupâ. Max finishes tying up the older man and takes a look at his handiwork. âGod, you look beautifulâ he practically moans. Checo is littered in hickeys, his head adorned with floppy puppy-dog ears, and a tail-plug slipped into his ass.
He whines, his face flushed and cock throbbing, feeling the pre-cum emerging out of the tip. His muscles ache as theyâre held back by rope, but itâs a sweet ache, the kind you search out. Suddenly the tail plug is pulled out of his plump ass with a small âpop!â, and Max is in his ear, whispering to him. âDo you want me to breed you, puppy?â
Checo shudders and moans, nodding eagerly, needing some sort of release. Max chuckles and quickly slips a dog toy in the submissive manâs mouth. âHere, pup, youâre gonna need it.â
Without warning, but thankfully with lube, Max is grabbing onto the older manâs hips and fucking him forcefully. Checoâs eyes widen but quickly he relaxes and his pupils dilate, letting out soft, âuh- uh- uh-âs around his dog toy with each thrust.
Checo is quick to climax, no hands needed, Maxâs thick cock penetrating him deep every. single. time. Max however, takes a little longer before filling Checoâs cute, tight ass with thick, heavy loads of cum, leaving the Mexicanâs mind to swirl with satisfaction for being bred.
The younger man is quick to untie him, rubbing a gentle hand over his skin, comforting Checo. âGood pup, such a great puppy, you did so well for your owner.â
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Warning?: petplay, I think thatâs mostly it, they get it on
A/N: Very short and kinda rushed, I wrote this in about an hour, but I hope you enjoy!!
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Checo yawns and stretches as he sits at the table across from Max, who is eating his cereal peacefully while scrolling on his phone. The warm sunlight of a late summer morning dances over them and the table through the windows, illuminating Maxâs pale skin. Checo tilts his head, observing the man across from him before speaking,
âYou look beautiful this morning, leoncito.â
Max looks up from his phone at the older man, a goofy, groggy smile spreading across his face, âYou donât look too bad eitherâ he snickers mischievously.
The older man rolls his eyes and sighs, his eyes still roaming over Maxâs features. He admires the mole adorning the younger manâs lip, the blue hue of his eyes, and the red tint splattered on his cheeks, because Lord knows the boy wonât wear sunscreen. âGod forbid I compliment you⌠Just for that, we get to clean the house today.â
The loud, dramatic groan that escapes Maxâs lips is almost comical, acting like heâs being subjected to torture. âAre you serious?â the younger man asks incredulously, in total disbelief.
âSo dramatic, of course Iâm serious. You can clean down here and Iâll clean upstairs, deal?â
Max huffs and rolls his eyes, standing up from his chair and treading over to the sink to clear his bowl out. âIâm taking that as a yes,â Checo murmurs, standing up and giving Maxâs ass a small squeeze before heading upstairs to start straightening up.
After roughly an hour of cleaning, Checo is clearing out their nightstands on each side of the bed, when he opens Maxâs bottom drawer. His eyes widen in surprise as he takes in the items laying in the drawer, not expecting this from his boyfriend. He grabs the items and walks over to the top of the stairs, âMaxy! Where are you at?â he calls out, trotting down the stairs in search of the younger man.
Max perks up, hearing Checoâs voice calling for him. âCleaning the office!â he calls back, dusting the shelves of their shared home office. The younger manâs eyes widen as he sees Checo walk over and what items are in his hand.
âCare to explain?â says the older man, his eyebrow cocked, giving his boyfriend a questioning look. In his hand are a few items, cat ears, a jingly collar, paw socks, and last but certainly not least, a tail plug. Maxâs face instantly lights up like a Christmas light, a red hue painting his skin. âAre you hiding something from me, leoncito?â
âWell uhm- uh- itâs hard to explainâ
âAre you into petplay, gatito?â The words escape Checoâs lips like theyâre nothing, the affectionate nickname lighting up Maxâs face even brighter. âYou want to be my little kitty?â
Max canât help but bite his lip, letting out a small whimper before nodding, his head hanging shamefully. Checo sees the look on his boyfriendâs face and frowns, stepping closer to him. He tilts Maxâs chin up with a curled finger, forcing him to make eye contact.
âDonât be ashamed leoncito, you canât help what you likeâ he murmurs, his breath hitting Maxâs lips. âIt doesnât hurt that I think itâs really hot, eitherâ
Maxâs eyes go wide and he looks down at the older man, his lips parting slightly. âYou think so?â. He steps closer to Checo, looking vulnerable and needy. What kind of man would Checo be to deny his needy, hot boyfriend?
Soon enough, Max is on his knees in front of Checo, sporting the kitty ears, paw socks, a collar, and that sinful tail plug. Nothing else. The older man brushes his hand through Maxâs hair, admiring the beauty of his boyfriend like this. âWhy donât you go ahead and hop up on the bed, leoncito, on your backâ
Max, of course, follows the orders obediently, exposing his gorgeous pale skin as he lays on his back. Checo takes in the sight before running his hand over the younger manâs stomach, admiring every little feature. âYouâre like an angel sent down from God himself, just for me.â
The younger man can feel his cock twitch as the words fall from Checoâs lips, and it sure as hell doesnât go unnoticed. âExcited for me, I see, hm?â Checo teases. He starts to lightly brush the back of his knuckles over Maxâs throbbing hard-on, teasing him ever so slightly. âCan you meow for me, gatito?â
Maxâs eyes widen as he hears the question. âMeow?â
âYes, I want you to meow for me.â
Max gulps nervously, but nonetheless, he relents. A small, scarily realistic âmrrrowâ escapes his lips. Checo moans, tilting his head back as he hears the nose. âYou have no idea how sexy you are, do you, gatito?â
Before the younger man can even think to respond, his cock is already in Checoâs hand, being slowly stroked. He lets out a soft gasp, his hands grabbing onto the sheets. The pleasure of the stimulation after being teased is almost overwhelming, his brain going foggy. As Checo continuously moves his hand against Maxâs cock, the older man can feel his own arousal growing.
âO-oh god, Checo, feels so goodâ Max blabbers, his words becoming mumbled and mixed up, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. Checo can feel his boyfriendâs upcoming release, and moves his hand faster.
âCâmon leoncito, come for me, give me those sweet noises you know I loveâ
The words alone are too much for Maxâs foggy and and he can feel his warm release running down his cock and Checoâs hand, meowing and purring as he comes down from the high. âSuch a good kittyâ The older man murmurs, toying with the tail on the plug.
He can feel his own arousal growing as he observes Max. âCome here, kitty, on your knees for me, beautifulâ
Max immediately obeys, crawling off the bed and onto his knees in front of Checo. The older man unties his sweatpants and lets them drop, before shimmying his boxer briefs off as well. The expression on Maxâs face makes him smirk, feeling his ego inflate.