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Godzilla in Montreal!

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i am wildly confused as to why they would be getting bitten by deer ticks

Honestly I’m shocked drivers and team staff getting Lyme disease isn’t a bigger problem

tears ARE being shed

gasped out loud when i saw this posted

perv | pt. 2 | s. crosby

after being called out for his perverted actions, he gets a taste of his own medicine.

warnings: smut (18+ ONLY MDNI, piv, oral, for visual purposes only), sidney being a perv,

retired!sidney crosby x younger!fem reader

read pt. 1 here

"i was wondering, if you'd wanna see the real thing?"

sidney was sure he was in a dream. how did he end up here? how did he get himself in this promiscuous situation? oh, right. he was being a perv, that's how.

he was frozen in time. his mouth slightly agape as he was stuck, watching her- the stunning young woman in front of him take her bikini top off. the top strings come undone, gravity making them fall and unfold on top of her stomach. god, he feels like a teenager again, remembering what it felt like looking at a playboy magazine for the very first time. hard. painfully hard.

then she reaches around her back, pulling at the delicate bow that sidney had politely tied for her. then, it falls.

she steps closer to him, reaching for his hand. inside she's freaking out a little bit- why hasn't he said anything? but she pushes the thoughts aside and takes his hand, forcing him to palm her breast. he breathes in sharply, biting his lip.

"y'know sidney, i've heard rumors about hockey players," she whispers, leaning into his touch as his hand plays with her breast.

"probably all bad," he chokes out. he takes his other hand and rests it on her back, pulling her closer to him while he squeezes lightly on her round flesh.

"just mostly, that hockey players only care about themselves in bed," he hums, "they only have one setting when they're fucking women," he raises his eyebrow.

"and what might that be?" he teases, the tip of his nose just centimeters away from hers.

"rough. hard, fast," she runs her hands up his chest, she can feel the toned but soft muscles that are underneath his soft t shirt. she feels his breath pattern change, his eyes have grown a little bit darker by now. "i've even heard that they can't even make a woman cum." he grins, "is that true, sidney?"

by now, his hands have started to play with the strings on the bottom pice of her bikini. he's lightly playing with the bows that are holding it together, teasing to pull them apart.

"partially," he grips her hips, pulling her close to him as he starts to walk backwards into a hallway. "what part is not true?" she responds.

he opens the door to his bedroom. he backs her up to the bed, the back of her knees hitting the mattress and forcing her to sit on the bed. he stands in front of her, taking off his shirt to reveal his broad, tan chest. she takes in a deep breath.

"not true? that i can't make women cum," he takes her legs in his hands, spreading them as wide as she would let them go for him. she bites her lip while feeling his rough hands smooth over her soft thighs. she lays back on her elbows as he sinks to his knees, putting her legs over his shoulders.

he stares at the bright red, thin material that's been keeping him from getting the good stuff this whole time- it's been taunting him. he presses his nose up against her clothed cunt, taking in a deep inhale of her scent. she doesn't know whether to be turned on or turned off, but the feeling of his nose pressed up against her clit is heavenly. he mouths at her pussy a couple times, his teeth grazing against her clit draws a moan from her. he chuckles.

"you sure you wanna keep going?" he asks.

"now you're asking for consent? after taking pictures of me, groping my breasts, and putting your nose in my pussy?" she laughs, untying her bottom piece and shimmying to get it off, tossing it onto the floor. "get to work sidney, show me you're not lying about that rough and fast part."

he takes a rough grip on her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs there's going to be bruises in the morning. he doesn't care, she asked for it to be rough. he spits on her pussy, taking his tongue and pressing it flat against her clit, shaking his head side to side.

out of pure physical response she spreads her legs wider, arching her back off the mattress. she moans, feeling the hot, wet friction against her clit. sidney pulls back to get a breath, kissing the inside of her thigh just briefly before sucking at her folds. inserting his tongue into her hole, then licking up a stripe along her wet cunt.

she's giggling out of pleasure, gripping the sheets and moaning into the air. she takes a hand and stuffs it into his salt and pepper hair, gripping tightly, as if she is holding him in place. "don' stop," she breathed out, grinding her cunt up against his mouth. she feels him smile against her, what a dirty dog.

he starts to lap up her juices, licking fat stripes up and down her cunt. she's giving him the loudest moans he's ever gotten, letting out a string of curses with his name mixed in with it.

"please," she inhales sharply when he wraps his lips around her clit and sucks harshly, "ohmygod- fuck i'm cumming sidney!" she shrieks, gripping onto his hair he thinks she might pull some of it out.

with just a few short hard sucks, she cums on his tongue just like he wanted her to. squeezing her thighs around his head, his ears ring just a little bit before he spreads them with his hands. one more lick to her cunt, getting every last drop on his tongue, he swallows everything she just gave him. dirty.

she sits up, brushing her hair back with her fingers and reaching for the waist band of his shorts. she pulls his hard cock out, grinning at how big he is. that gets his ego going.

she licks her hand, jacking him while looking deep in his eyes. this girl is going to kill him- and they only met twenty minutes ago.

"goddamn- lay back again. all the way on the bed," sidney climbs on the bed with her, keeping her legs spread as he stood on his knees in between them. he picked her up by the back of her thighs, pulling her against him to line his dick up with her aching hole.

he took his thumb, pressing it against her clit as he drug his tip through her folds. he got a kick out of watching her facial expressions, her eyes screwing shut as he teased her pussy. "ohmy- please put it in sidney-"

she let out a sharp gasp as he started to press inside of her, hearing him moan as he slipped inside her tight hole. "suckin me in baby," he pressed the palms of his hands on either side of her head, inching in all the way in her cunt until he couldn't go any further.

he saw tears brimming her eyes, for a second he felt bad but then he felt her thighs squeeze around him, pulling him forward as close as he could get. "it hurts so good," she breathed out, dragging her nails down his chest.

"yeah? you like your hole stuffed full of cock don't you?" she nodded her head while he started to thrust. starting off slowly, grinding into her in and out, in and out, in..and...out.

"keep going," she arched her back and moaned, locking her hands around his neck to try and bring him closer but he isn't budging. he wants to stay above her, to watch, to analyze. see how she's reacting to his big and bad attitude.

he hasn't picked up his pace, he's stayed slow and steady for at least a minute. it's driving her crazy, he can tell. and he loves it.

"c'monnnn sidney, is that all you got?" she whines, nails scraping down his shoulders, trying to get him to do something. "thought you were s'posed to be...fuckin' rough..or something," she whined in between thrusts from sidney.

"you want rough?" she nodded eagerly, "yeah baby?" he pulled out just halfway.

then suddenly he pushed back in, and started to push her halfway off the bed. the only part of her on the mattress were just her hips and nothing else. "fuckin' take it then," he said through gritted teeth.

holding onto her hips with an iron grip he fucked her hard, rough, and fast. just like she asked. the bed was creaking with every thrust he made and she was moaning and whining with every deep thrust she made, hitting her g spot every time.

he was deep inside of her, and she was so overwhelmed with pleasure. she shrieked again when she felt her orgasm coming along fast, her hands gripping onto the carpet underneath her while she felt him abuse her cunt with every snap of his hips.

"fuckin' cum baby, cum hard for me please-" that was all he had to say before she was screaming his name in pleasure, her orgasm coming like a tidal wave over her body. she felt her arms give, before she was going to fall completely sidney held onto her legs, using his strength to pull her up and face him again.

still inside of her, he kindly brushed hair out of her face and brushed his hands along her flushed cheeks.

"was that enough for you? or you want more?" he teased, both of his hands gripping her ass hard to keep her in place.

she's still catching her breath, but she lets out a light laugh, "give me all you got, captain."

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connor zilish core

ok maybe time to pull woll

i didn’t see that there was more after the texts and was like “damn i’ll ask for a pt. 2” AND LOW AND BEHOLD there was more i started kicking my feet

THE HARDEST THING TO SIGN - LN4

summary : The hardest thing Lando Norris has signed…? You already know. Hint : a distraction cupped in lace.

listen up : explicit!! smut. p in v. oral (f receiving) dirty talk. 18+

words : 1933 + a couple texts!

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It was supposed to be a joke! No- It was a joke!

Not to Lando Norris, apparently.

You’d been dragged to some hotel by your friend, her ranting about how some F1 drivers are staying there and she might be able to get an autograph. You didn’t really believe this but, low and behold, there they were.

Carlos Sainz signed your friend's hat and she cried when Lewis Hamilton waved. You watched Lando Norris pass by the two of you, his signature quick on your friend's phone case.

You had joked before that he was the hottest out of the drivers. Curly hair, dreamy eyes, tanned skin.

But then again, it wasn’t really a joke. Your friend knew it too- knew how whenever she had F1 on, you’d ask about him.

It became such a running bit that when you were smushed between so many fans, you yelled out to him, “Sign my tits!”

You had expected to get a few laughs, sure! You didn’t expect him to actually turn around.

Lando Norris, apparently, has great hearing. He's in a white Mclaren hat and a shirt that matches, sharpie in hand and fully frozen while staring directly at you.

And then: he’s smiling and walking directly towards you.

Your brow raises, your friend slapping your arm and screaming in your ear. You can’t hear her because holy fuck Lando Norris is ridiculously attractive.

He’s in front of you way too quick, uncapping the sharpie before meeting your eyes. You want to laugh, want to do anything so he doesn’t see how pink your cheeks have gotten.

Instead, you tug the top of your tank top down, the lace of your bra sticking out. You don’t miss the way his Adam's apple bobs in his throat, in fact, it makes you smile.

His hand slips onto your side, steadying you with one large hand while the other moves in closer with the sharpie. “What’s your name, love?” His voice is quiet, waiting for you to answer even with the people around.

“Y/n.”

He smiles at this, “I’m impressed, Y/n.” Then his gaze dips back to your chest, the marker finally meeting your skin and dragging across in an unusually careful signature.

You watch his face while his hand moves up your side, partially cupping your boob and something he’ll definitely blame on grip. Your chest rises with your words, “Impressed at my tits or my nerve?”

He laughs, finishing his signature, “Both? You’re pretty brave, I'll give you that.” His eyes are piercing, even in the night.

Lando steps back, removing his hand from your top and capping the sharpie. Your skin is cold now without his touch and as he’s about to leave, you do something incredibly reckless and possibly embarrassing. “Can I give you my number too or is that too brave of me to ask?”

He stops again, a small smirk on his lips that makes them all the much more kissable. Someone’s yelling at him from the front of the hotel, telling him to hurry up.

He turns back, biting the cap off the sharpie just before he hands it to you. Without thinking it through, you grab his arm and scribble your number down. He’s looking at you when you finish, handing back the marker as the voice yells again. Without any other words, He gives you one last look before returning to his fans and hurrying up the steps.

Your friend shakes you, “Holy shit! Lando Norris just signed your cleavage!” You don’t say anything, just blink down at the mark on your chest before pulling your arms closer to you, “Oh my god…” your friends voice gets quieter, “You’re going to fuck Lando Norris.”

You stand outside room 629, just staring. You haven’t texted him, haven’t even knocked. You’re about to give in to your anxiety and turn around but the door swings open and there he is.

Grey sweatpants. No shirt. Hair wet.

Suddenly, you can’t breathe. “Hey.” He says a little breathless, like he was running around trying to clean up or some shit. “Come in!”

The room is huge, bigger than anything you’ve ever stayed in, that’s for sure. “Cool room…”

Lando scratches the back of his neck, shutting the door as your eyes wander, “Yeah uh… they like me here, I guess.”

You sit on his bed, crossing your legs and leaning back. He’s still standing across the room when you smile. “You nervous?”

“I don’t do this-”

You raise a brow, not believing him in the slightest. “Hook up with girls who you just met?”

“Fans.” he clarifies, walking closer, “I don’t hook up with fans.”

You blink, “I’m not a fan.”

“You’re not?” He’s genuinely confused now and for a second you’re worried you might have ruined some sort of fantasy for him.

You shrug. “Of your face, maybe. But I honestly know nothing about you except that you’re really fast and extremely hot.”

“Don’t forget willing to sign a girls chest.”

You grin as he stands in front of you, looking up at him, his body. “Oh I don’t think I'll ever forget that.” You pull your hoodie off, the signature untouched, your shirt gone.

He’s staring again.

“You’re really fucking hot.” he breathes out, his fingers brushing over his signature.

You tug at the waistband of his sweats, looking up at him, “Show me how hot you think I am.”

He starts to kneel, capturing your lips with his before he goes any further. He’s a great kisser, so experienced that you start to think you’re special.

But then again, how many girls get to have Lando Norris kneel in front of them?

His hands find your bra, the lace flimsy and easy for him to slip his fingers under. You groan at the contact, his knees hitting the floor as he pulls you in, kissing down your stomach.

His hands are huge, a fact that you definitely remember from earlier, how he touched you in front of all those people.

He slips your sweats off, groaning at your matching panties. “Fucking perfect.”

“Picked well huh?” You let out an unexpected moan when he kisses up your thigh.

“Just glad you yelled at me.” You want to squeeze your legs together, the feeling so intense already but then you’d crush him. He takes your panties off next, slipping his tongue between your legs and making your back arch on the bed.

“Shit.” You bite your lip, your hand going to his hair. He groans when you tug at his curls, a sound you could never get tired of.

He finds your clit faster than expected, now making you really squeeze your thighs together. He grabs your knee, pushing it back so you don’t suffocate him, though you don’t think he’d mind.

You moan, your head back on the bed and hand pushing him into you more. “Fuck, Lando!” his name slips out and you swear you can feel him smile against you.

He stops suddenly, making you instantly upset. “Those eyes…” He shakes his head at you, standing up to come over you a bit, “Ness to see your face when I make you come.”

His fingers plunge into you, choking out a moan as he just grins stupidly at you. “Take my fingers baby…”

His words make it more intense, makes the rush ten times hotter. He pins your wrists over your head after you try to touch him, “Wanna see you whine for me first.”

And whine you do, bucking your hips into his hand while he laughs. He kisses you while you’re squirming, trying to kiss back but when your legs start to shake, you know it’s no use.

You come in a flash of white heat throughout your body. Moaning as his lips meet your tit.

You make a mess on his hand, on the sheets. Something he brushes off with more kisses. You try to sit up, try to tug at his waistband, but he stops you, “Let me-”

“Fucking need you… your pussy. Your mouth later.” You bite your lip, palming the growing bulge behind the fabric. “F’king hell.”

“Whatever you want, lan.” He kisses you harder at the nickname, keeping your legs spread with his knee.

“God…” He kisses your chest, licking around your nipple as you groan. “When you first asked- I thought about doing this to you immediately. Such perfect tits-”

You slip your hand in his pants, his dick hard as he moans around your boob. He shoves his sweats off, climbing over you while trying to kiss you at the same time.

“Just fuck me-” You say between kisses, making his smile grow as well as his hard on.

“So bossy…” But he gets ready anyway, lining himself up with you and slowly pushing in.

You bite your lip at the stretch, thinking back to how fast he came back to you earlier, “So obedient.”

He scoffs, fully in you now. Everything melts away, the feeling of him in you makes your vision go blurry and your voice go hoarse.

He whines, loudly, pushing in and out to start. “I feel like you were fucking made for me.” He’s so hot it almost hurts, his body tight and so eager for you.

“You’re telling me-” he’s slow but intentional. Every thrust comes another swear word or moan. The hotel room is soon filled with the sound of skin slapping and sounds, smelling like sex.

He flipped you over for a second, your face pushed into a pillow and your back arched farther than it’s ever gone. You cry out into the pillow, your moans muffled while he throws his head back freely.

It doesn’t last long because the next thing you know, you’re on top of him. “Fucking… shit- ride me.” He stutters out as you grind on top of him.

He adds a finger, making your back arch that much more. When he takes it out, he’s grinning like a mad man. Bringing his hand to your face, he slips his thumb between your lips, making you whine at the sudden taste.

“Suck.” And you do. Taking his tongue into your mouth, you lick and suck it all while keeping eye contact.

You grip his bicep, throwing your head back like a fucking porn star. He watches you, watches your tits bounce with his name across them. He’s scared he might cum right then because of how fucking erotic the whole scene is.

Your pace slows, holding onto his thigh now while he holds onto your waist, making sure you don’t fall over. You’re sweaty, your hair falling behind you in a moment of pure bliss.

You cum on him seconds before he rushes you off, cumming on your thigh with a groan.

His arm is across you, your feet tangled and you just breathe. It’s hot, his skin on yours doesn’t make it any better but you wouldn’t want anything different.

He cleans you up and by the time he’s back in bed, you’re half asleep. “I should go-” but you make no effort to move.

“Stay.” He kisses your shoulder, “Wanna care for you…” He drops his head between your shoulder and a pillow, making you smile. “Was that okay?”

“Okay? Much better than okay.” You breathe, finding your fingers in his hair in a much more innocent way now.

“Good. You’re really fucking good.”

You smile, “So, first time fucking a fan. How was it?”

He looks up, “Thought you said you weren’t one?”

“After that? I definitely fucking am.”

Breaking: Isack Hadjar is retiring from F1 because his dick is too big to drive the car