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Brother's Best Friend - MS47
Featuring: Mick Schumacher x Reader
Warnings: mentions of an awful date, Mick is really a sweetheart and a desperate mess, a bit smutty at the end to MDNI
Requested: Yes/No
"are you really going on a date with him?"
Esteban, your brother asks you, as you're sitting across from him and his best friend Mick.
"I mean- yeah, why would I not? he seems gentle"
you say, shrugging your shoulders as you placed a piece of tangerine, that Mick peeled for you, in your mouth.
"gentle doesn't mean that he's for sure not a predator"
Esteban remarked, making Mick snort and you sigh.
"come on, Estie. if I don't put myself out there I won't have any friends apart from you two"
you said, taking another piece of tangerine in your mouth as Mick gasped.
"what's wrong with us?"
he asked offended, making you chuckle.
"you have your own group of friends and some of them still treat me like a child, I hate it"
Mick and Esteban exchanged a look and shrugged, getting back to the conversation that they were having before regarding Mick's new motorcycle.
time skip
you should have listened to your brother.
this guy was a freak, within the first few minutes of the date you already wanted to leave and never look back again.
he was talking all about himself and the way he was an amazing guy and how all his exes are still in love with him, his ego obviously too big for his own stature.
as soon as you could you ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind you and hurriedly taking your phone out to dial Esteban's number.
"come on, pick up pick up"
you whispered under your breath, praying for your brother to pick up quickly.
your brother though, didn't seem to pay much attention to his phone.
so your only hope was one guy: Mick Schumacher.
you pressed his name in your contacts, not really expecting him to pick up any time soon, knowing that probably he was hanging out with some of his friends right now.
but to your surprise, Mick picked up really quickly,
"hey, sweetheart. is something wrong?"
he asks immediately, knowing that you were actually supposed to be on your date, which made him worry a lot more then he himself expected.
the voices in the background of his part of the phone call made you stop; he was really with his friends.
"oh, you're busy right now? o-okay, I can try calling Esteb-"
"no no, tell me, sweetheart. I'm all yours, what do you need?"
he interrupted you, as you heard a door closing from his side of the call.
"alright, you were right, he is a freak. can you come pick me up?"
you asked softly, despising the fact that you were actually saying that he and your brother were right.
"for sure, give me the address of the restaurant and in five minutes I'll be there"
he says, hanging up quickly to get on his helmet and place his spare one on his elbow, speed walking towards his motorcycle in his friend's driveway, while his phone dinged with your message with the address of the restaurant you were in.
while he was getting out of his parking spot, you took in a big breath and got out of the bathroom, knowing that it was just a matter of time since Mick was here to pick you up.
you sat back down on your seat, a fake smile on your face to not make it look like you were trying to run away as quick as possible.
time skip
fifteen minutes have passed since your call with Mick happened and you were waiting for him for arrive any minute.
you really hoped that he didn't make a big scene with the guy because of his public figure and for your own embarrassment.
the guy kept talking about how he got a promotion the other day at work and you kept nodding mindlessly while throwing glances at the restaurant doors.
before he could finish what he was saying a man wearing an helmet and with another helmet in his hand walked in through the restaurant doors, his head going left and right to search for someone through the tables.
you quickly recognized Mick physique and the familiar helmet as he finally found you on the far right table, he pulled up the helmet visor and did a bee line through the tables to get to your table.
he gave you the spare helmet that was in his hand and nodded his head towards the door.
"let's go"
his voice was a bit muffled from the big helmet around his head but you could understand perfectly what he wanted.
you got up to follow him out, but your date got up with you and took your wrist to keep you with him.
"are you gonna go with him? you don't even-"
he couldn't finish his sentence as Mick walked towards him, narrowed eyes only a few inches away from the man's face, making him let go immediately.
Mick didn't even need to say anything to him to make him let go, taking your hand in his and gently guiding you outside of the restaurant and towards his bike.
he placed his spare helmet on your head, pushing it down and closing the strap under the helmet for you.
Mick quickly got on the motorcycle, giving you his hand to help you get on the bike behind him.
as soon as you got on, he turned the bike on and started riding the bike out of the restaurant parking lot and towards his house.
he wasn't gonna leave you alone after another bad date, he knew how you felt guilty everytime something went bad and him or Esteban had to come rescue you from the shitty situation you got yourself in.
he stopped at the red light right before his house, he straighted his back, his arms stretching to reach your exposed legs to rub them up and down.
his hands could feel the goosebumps on your skin from the cold breeze that was hitting your skin on the motorcycle.
what he didn't know was that part of that goosebumps on your skin were caused by his hands on your bare legs, how his fingertips felt on your skin and how his big hand could circle your whole leg easily.
but soon the light turned green, making his hands leave your skin to get back to riding with both his hands.
he parked the motorcycle inside his garage, giving you his hand again to help you get off his bike this time, getting off right after you.
you took off his spare helmet, looking at him apologetically as he got out of his own helmet.
"I'm so sorry"
you start.
"I know, I keep doing this and I probably should just suck it up for one night and let you guys be-"
Mick stopped you before you could get too deep into your thoughs, placing an hand up and making you shut up immediately.
"let's get inside first, then you can say all the bullshit you want"
he said, his harshness almost shocking you, as he gestured for you to walk up the stairs that took you into his house.
you walked up the stairs in front of him, walking into his house and getting into the kitchen to place his spare helmet on one of the stools that circled the island in his kitchen.
he got in and sighed while placing his helmet and his protective jacket on the couch, turning towards you and placing his hands on his hips as soon as he was done throwing his stuff on the couch.
"illuminate me, what were you saying?"
you gulped as he looked at you with that intimidating stare of his that you really hoped you never saw directed at you.
"I was saying... I really should suck it up for one night and let you guys be, I'm sure you were with your friends and I disturbed you and I'm sure Esteban is with his girlfriend and I called him out of the blue and-"
you started overthinking, gesturing around with your hands and stuttering sometimes, but Mick interrupted you.
"you know, Y/n... you're right, I was with my friends. but as soon as I got your call I ditched everyone and ran to you"
he started walking towards you, getting so close that you could feel his breath on your face and the smell of his cologne was as strong as ever.
"you know what that means?"
he asked, caging you with his arms on either side of your waist, both hands resting on the island behind you.
"what does that mean?"
you ask, big eyes staring up at him, he felt like he couldn't resist any longer, he couldn't keep it in himself any longer, he felt like if he didn't touch you in the next five seconds he would die.
but he tried to keep his hands to himself, couldn't risk to get the most precious girl on the planet get uncomfortable because of him.
"that I'm so whipped for you. so whipped that I would leave the most important meeting of my whole career if it meant saving you from a freak and having you safe at home by my side, so whipped that I would ditch any woman on the planet to be with you any second of my life"
he started whispering, his hands finally making contact with your waist, rubbing your waist softly over the cute blouse that you put on for that freak you were going on a date with.
"I knew I was done for the moment you walked into my life with that little smile of yours and those sweet hands that love to rub my shoulders whenever I am sitting on a chair, I wanted to learn everything about you and I finally did it. I know everything you like, everything you dislike. Y/n, I know everything"
Mick continued, his arms getting you up to sit on the island of his kitchen, his body placing between your thighs as his hands placed themselves on the bare skin of your thighs.
"apart from your sexual likings, obviously, but I promise I'm a fast learned. I would do anything you ask me to, destroy anything that annoys you. I would set the world on fire just for you"
he said, one hand rubbing from your thigh to your jaw and the other rubbed over your leg, reaching right before your knee to pull you in towards his body.
"why can't you see it, Y/n? I could be perfect for you"
Mick finished, his lips ghosting on yours, almost touching.
but Mick took your silence as a 'no', as he was preparing himself mentally to put space between you two and probably not feel any of your skin on his anymore.
what he didn't expect was you pulling him in by his collar, smashing your lips with his in an heated kiss.
his hands started roaming your body before he could even think about what was happening and you were already pulling his body as close as possible to yours.
one of your hands was on his chest while the other was in his hair, messing them up so good that he didn't want to fix them ever again, as if he found his favorite hairstyle.
you didn't waste time as you hopped off the kitchen island to slowly push him towards his couch, your lips never leaving one another.
you pushed him to sit on the couch as you pulled your blouse off, leaving you in your skirt and lace bra.
his mouth opened in disbelief, his bulge pretty evident in his jeans.
"I'm so desperate, you can't even imagine"
he whispered, not really to you, but more to himself.
"I can see it, no need to imagine"
you tease, getting closer to him, making his eyebrows furrow as he stared your body down.
"I want to worship you my who-"
he couldn't finish his sentence that his phone started ringing in the pocket of his jeans.
he got his phone out of his pocket and looked at the id, eyes widening slightly as he responded.
"hey, Esteban"
Mick greeted his best friend, trying to not sound like he was about to fuck with his sister.
"hey, have you heard from Y/n? she's at that date and she called me but I was with Flavy and I didn't hear her call"
he started panicking.
you got closer to Mick and got on his lap, your lips finding his neck as he tried to keep his voice steady on the call with your brother.
"uh- yeah, yeah. she's- uh, she's at my house. she's already asleep, she told me she was rea-really tired"
he lied through his teeth as he threw his head back to give you better access to his neck.
"oh- okay. well, I'm coming over tomorrow morning to pick her up-"
Esteban said, but got interrupted by Mick.
"no- I'll... I'll accompany her to your house, it's no problem"
he said, making Esteban frown.
"right... well, okay, have fun kiddos. oh- and make sure you use a condom"
Esteban teased with a chuckle.
"oh, fuck you"
Mick said with a laugh.
"my sister probably will"
Esteban joked, making Mick chuckle and hang up on him.
he turned to you as you looked down at him with a smile.
"where were we?"
Mick asked.
"oh- right, me worshipping you my whole life"
he said, placing his hands on your arms to flip you around on the couch and placing himself between your thighs.
#formula 1#formula one#formula 1 x you#f1 fluff#mick x reader#mick schumacher#mick imagine#ms47#mick#mick schumacher x you#mick schumacher x reader#mick schumacher x y/n
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#if only it were that easy
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EARLY MORNING
Summary: A free morning with Mick allows you to loving your boyfriend for as long as you want.
Pairing: mick schumacher x reader
Prompt: 8. kiss their entire face before kissing their lips.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 479
You loved watching Mick sleep.
Although it sounded a bit creepy, you couldn't find anything wrong with observing every detail of his face. You could also watch him when he was awake, but you found it more pleasing to do it when he was asleep. There was something in him in those moments of tranquility early in the morning, when few rays of light entered through the blinds that you had left open at night, in the rush of wanting to wrap yourself in each other's arms between the sheets.
All of his relaxed features were more marked. His blond hair was disheveled from having been twisted several times during the night, far from resembling his well-groomed hair of every day. You couldn't see his eyes at that moment, but you knew that if he had opened them you could see the halos of light reflected in that blue sea so characteristic of his gaze. Your eyes went to the last feature of his face. Light breaths escaped from his mouth, sometimes turning into a small snore, but you didn't pay attention to that, you simply looked at his lips, soft and somewhat reddish from the actions of the night before. You were surprised that the mark of your heated kisses was still noticeable.
You kept watching his sleeping body, going down from his face towards the rest of it; His broad shoulders that had the love bites that you had made him, his strong chest that rose with each breath and through which you could not help but pass your hand delicately, dragging it until you reached his abs, stopping at that zone. You really didn't want to wake him up, but temptation got the better of you as you looked at his face again and this time you couldn't help but move closer to him leaving a soft kiss on his forehead first, almost like the touch of a feather. When he made no move to wake up, you left another kiss on his temple, this time a little stronger but without losing tenderness. That was followed by another kiss in the area between his eyebrows, and another on his eyelids, and so a trail of kisses followed all over his face, on his cheeks, his nose, his jaw, until finally you reached his lips, leaving a more lasting kiss there. When you tried to separate, Mick's hand grabbed your neck, bringing you closer to him again, entangling you both in a more passionate kiss, but still maintaining the softness of just waking up. You parted from the kiss when your smile and Mick's collided in it, smiles that were still there when you spoke.
"good morning" you were the first to break the comfortable silence.
"good morning, schatz" Mick's husky voice waved back.
And you both wished you could say good morning like this every day.
#formula 1#f1 weekend#f1 fandom#request open#mick schumacher#mick#schumacher#mick schumacher x reader#mick schumacher x y/n#mick schumacher x you#mick schumacher imagine#mick schumacher fluff#prompt#fluff prompt#prompt list
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The Captain interviewing Mick (from the Ghosts Series 4 bloopers)
#bbc ghosts#ghosts (2019)#the captain#mick#my gifs#bloopers#apparently there was no gifset of this yet (when i checked two days ago) so i thought id rectify that
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𝕸𝖎𝖈𝖐 & 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖈𝖞
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hi dear. I was wondering if you could write dark obsessive and possessive smut with Mick Schumacher or any other formula one driver please.
Coming tonight! 🤭
#fanfic#fanfiction#f1#smut#mick#Mick Schumacher#mick schumacher x reader#mick schumacher x you#Dark!mick#Dark!mick Schumacher#Dark!schumacher#classic f1#f1 smut#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic#mercedes amg f1#f1 fic#smutty#Patreon#ask#ask me!#request#askbox
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"Man, I hate the fucking gays! All their MEH and their BLEH!"
#mickey milkovich#shameless#shamelessedit#dailymikhailo#shamelessnet#happy pride 🌈#he's not gay he just like having another man's dick up his ass#mick#s11#brainrot
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♡Moving in♡
Mick Jagger x Fem!Reader
*this will hopefully be a series*
After getting kicked out of your parents house you had nowhere else to go but to your brother Brian. You had no other family and nowhere to live. You ran up to the payphone, and called your older brother, and thankfully he picked up.
"Hello, who is this?" You could hear him over the phone. "Brian-" you wanted to say more but that's allypu we're able to get out as you started crying again. His tone changed instantly once he realized it was you." Y/n, what's wrong, are you ok?" He seemed worried but you couldn't talk correctly.
"Can you pick me up please?" Was all you were able to get out. "Yes of course, where are you?"
"I'm by the old park we used to go to." "Ok I'll be there as soon as possible."
About 15 minutes later you spot your brother getting out of his car. You rush up to him and hug him. "Hey hey hey it's ok." It took you a few minutes but you armed down enough to be ready to leave. He led you to the passenger side and helped you get in. Then he walked about to the driver's door and got himself in.
As he started driving he began asking you questions. "Y/n what happened?" "They kicked me out." "Oh I'm so sorry, it's alright I'm right here everything is going to be fine I promise.
A few minutes later you pull up to a nice house and start to enter it. But as soon as you do you are met with loud bickering and guitar.
You look around and spot 4 men sitting at the couch talking while one of them is messing with chords on what appears to be his guitar.
"Y/n these are my bandmates, Mick, Keith, Bill and Charlie." Brian introduced you to the background to face the men but quickly locked eyes with the one who was now standing in front of you. "I'm mick." He introduced holding out his hand."Y/n"you mumble taking his hand.he grabs it and pressed a soft kiss to the backside of your hand.
You looked behind you tos ee your brother glaring at mick. And you can't help but wonder what you might have gotten yourself into just now.
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Look at his little wave 🥹
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Mwah!
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#himbo rights
#mick schumacher#f1#f1edit#*#mick#my weird funky lil boy#literally what the fuck is wrong with him (affectionate)
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OBSESSION
Summary: Mick's devotion to you becomes the amusement of many of the drivers on the grid. It's even funnier that neither of you seem to realize that you both love each other equally.
Pairing: mick schumacher x reader
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1182
Mick was beginning to think he was going crazy. It was totally insane the way you made him feel. He didn't remember when your unconscious caresses had started to make his heart pound so hard he felt it would jump out of his chest. He didn't remember when your smiles had started to take his breath away. He didn't remember when he had fallen in love with you so madly, but he didn't question it either. And he wasn't even trying to hide his feelings for you.
The rest of the drivers on the grid already knew about Mick's crush on you and since they found out, the blonde was the constant mockery of his friends every time you were around. Mick blamed himself for being as careless in hiding as he felt, but he couldn't help it. There had already been numerous moments in which he had been completely enveloped by the sweet smell of your perfume, such as the time when you both met in the elevator of the hotel where you were staying that weekend for the race. You had greeted him and Mick had to give himself an internal blow to be able to react and greet you back. As the elevator went up to your rooms, the soft scent you gave off permeated all of Mick's senses, leaving him stunned with you. He awoke from his reverie when the doors opened and you stepped out of the elevator, giving him a simple friendly goodbye that he didn't have time to respond to. That had been one of the many more situations in which he had been involved by you. Now it was something daily. To think about how it would be to have you in his arms completely for him, to kiss your lips and your body. And resisting the temptation that you were only got more and more difficult because you used to spend a lot of time together since you became friends. What would Mick know that you were making the same effort as him.
Ever since you met the German boy, you were so taken with him. The mere presence of him made you very happy. You were in love with his way of being so charming but mocking at the same time, with his blond hair and those beautiful ocean blue eyes. It was so hard for you not to throw yourself into his arms every time the two of you spent time together. But you didn't want to break the friendship you had with your stupid feelings.
You were both so oblivious.
It was Thursday and although normally that day was not as busy as the rest of the race weekend, it was still exhausting with so much press and so many questions and cameras. So out of exhaustion and because you hadn't seen each other since you landed, you and Mick had agreed that you would have dinner in your room and spend some time together. You put on something comfortable and waited for Mick to arrive. You heard a knock on your door and when you opened it you were greeted by the sight of a too handsome Mick if someone asked you. He was dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt just like you, and his hair looked wet. You assumed that he had showered before you arrived.
"hi" he greeted you as you moved away from the door for him to enter.
"hi" you waved back and as he passed you, you grabbed his arm and stood on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek gently. You walked towards the living room without noticing a completely blushing Mick behind you.
You placed yourself on the sofa that was there and you waited for the food that you had ordered from room service while you talked about everything that occurred to you. You liked talking to Mick, the conversation flowed and there was never an awkward silence. The food arrived and you ate quietly in silence. When you were done, you pushed away the plates and sat on the floor with the chessboard between you. You didn't know what was happening that night but the atmosphere between you was weird. It wasn't uncomfortable but there was something. You did not stop looking at each other without hiding one bit, and every time your eyes met you both smiled blushing and nervous you kept playing. This went on for a while longer until the game ended.
"YES!" you celebrated getting up. "I beat you" you pointed out mockingly. Mick was delighted to lose if he could see you smile as you did a silly dance in front of him. He was so in love with you. He didn't know what kind of impulse came to his body, but he was almost unconscious when he got up and approached you while you were still distracted and hugged your waist with his arms. You froze in action and stared into each other's eyes in silence. Mick looked from your eyes to your lips several times and that made you speak.
"Mick..." It almost sounded like a sigh. His name had never sounded so good as at that moment.
"Can I kiss you?" Mick needed to do it, although after this you will stop talking to him, he needed to kiss you now that he had the courage or knew that he would never do it.
You didn't hesitate to nod in response. Mick raised one of the hands that was on your waist to your cheek and caressed it gently before kissing you. You couldn't describe what you felt at that moment, but you could swear that you were never going to feel as good as you did when you kissed Mick. When you noticed the lack of air, you separated reluctantly. Looking into each other's eyes with heavy breaths, you both let out a soft, goofy laugh at the euphoria of the moment. You pecked Mick's lips again before speaking.
"I don't know what to say" actually, the two of you were still speechless to explain what had happened.
“I…” Mick hesitated a bit but, after that kiss, he knew he had to tell you how he felt. “I don't know how to actually say this but I need to get it out there. I've been wanting to kiss you for too long. You have no idea how you make me feel, you've got me wrapped around your finger. Your smell, your hair, your smile. I love you and I'm so hopelessly in love with you” what he had told you wasn't half of everything he wanted to say, but it helped you a lot to understand that he felt the same as you.
“We have both been unaware. I'm in love with you too, Mick.” You grabbed his face with your hands and caressed his cheeks. You couldn't stop smiling and you didn't think you could do it for much longer. Now Mick would no longer have to secretly drool over you and he could love you as much as he wanted.
#formula 1#f1 weekend#f1 2022#mick#schumacher#mick schumacher#ms47#mick schumacher x y/n#mick schumacher x you#mick schumacher x reader#mick schumacher imagine
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Cute fox ideas are always on board but why you make Eloise so suffer. That’s good she has her Papa so someone would be there for her
I hope you liked the update anon ❤️
The idea honestly just got stuck in my head and I had to get it out. And since I'm not allowed the kidnapping....I went with crash 😂
But here are some images and little ideas for Shifter au...just remember Lando isn't a red fox, he's an Island Fox so he'd be roughly the size of the pups
Lando giving Pierre little kisses when they're both shifted and just cuddling. Pierre loves it. Loves feeling Lando nudging him snd licking at his muzzle in a little kiss
Imagine that the grown fox is Seb in leopard form and the two cubs and tiny Mick and Lando trying to play fight with Seb
This is Lando trying (and failing) to sneakily attack Pierre who saw Lando plotting this and is not at all bothered by the ear nibbles
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"there's a very competetive ping pong game going on"
mick schumacher at said competition:
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