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HELL YES YOUR BACK!!!

I can’t lie I recheck your blog regularly to see if you’ve updated 😭

-🪼 (can I be jellyfish anon if not it’s all good!)

OMGGG UR SO SWEET !!! <3333 Welcome in 🪼!

Thank you so much for checking on me :””) it means so much!!! I’m so excited to be back and will def be trying my best to stay semi-active !

I have a few trips coming up but imma try and have some stuff pre-written to prepare for that :D

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Hiiii just updated both of my masterlists :P

Formula 1 masterlist

Formula 2 masterlist

Pls lmk if I forgot anything 🙏 But >:) Classe are done and so is my summer internship, so prepare for some writing and me trying to desperately catch up

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Strokin' my shit to him rn

Paul Aron (instagram post)

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U ARE BACKKK WE MISS YOU PHA !!💓

HAIIIII BAESS Sorry for leaving for so long 😞 College has been crazy busy and life has been so complicated ughhh

But I swearrrr I will make at least one post this week since it’s spring break! But after that,, I think y’all gotta wait till summer again

But IM SO PROUD OF BBY DADDY OSCARRR 😝😝😝 BIG DUBS ALWAYS

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Why would he do himself dirty 😭😭

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Taglist for Ovulation Celly!!!

Lmk if you want to be added!! I'll be @ ing people from now on :D That way you can all be updated

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Happy birthday to our creative pha! I hope your day is full of endless laughter, love and unforgettable memories 🩵🩵🩵<3

OMGGG A NICKNAME???? FOR MEEEE????? YOU GUYS ARE SUCH A SWEET FANBASEI LOVE IT IT HEREEEE

Ive never been treated right like this, u guys SPOIL MEEEE

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HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYY ;)))

I HOPE YOU HAVE NICE DAY!!!!🩷🩷🌟💘💐

you are so loved.

OMGG STAWWP IM GONNA CRY I DIDN'T SEE THESE MESSAGES :""""") YOU GUYS ARE SO SWEETTTT I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!

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Your Fault || OP81

type :: smut

tw/cw :: dacryphilia, degradation, rough, mean!dom!oscar, he calls u ugly...

summary :: "oscar is so nice!" "he's so cat coded!" "he's so shy!" - no tf he's not, and you experience that first hand after a bad day - engineer!reader

f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist || OVULATING CELLY!!!

"Not" thrust "a single" thrust "thing" thrust "right." Oscar pants as he releases his frustrations of the race onto you. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. And although he could have blamed it on Lando, other drivers, other engineers, he didn't. He always focussed on you.

How you didn't speak up on the radio. How you didn't check him into the pit lane fast enough. How you misplaced the mechanic's drills one inch further than usual. How you didn't even wish him luck beforehand?

"S-sorry" You tried to mumble through your tears as he scoffed in your face. His thrusting never stopped, only getting stronger. He wasn't facing you, instead facing your back. Thank god, or else he would have a field day laughing at your crying.

"Shut your fucking mouth." He grumbles, too focussed on making sure you can't speak again.

Both of his hands were on your hips, making you move back and forth on his dick even faster and deeper than he was already going. He forced you to bend over fully too, your chest flat against the cool table. You could feel your goosebumps rise with the gusts of wind form his harsh thrusts.

But Oscar wasn't cold, far from it. Since only you were naked, while he was still fully clothed besides his dick peaking out. It made you so embarrassed, knowing that if someone dared to open his driver's room they'd see everything from you and not an ounce of skin from Oscar. And even if they did catch a glimpse of his dick, they'd only see his deep it's buried inside of you.

"Aren't you ashamed?" he asks, slamming into you fully before halting for a second. His hands reach for your face, oh no.

And as he forces you to look at him, you fight back for a second. Before he quickly reminds you.

"Turn your fucking head." He says, as he forces you to look at him. And seeing the cold tears roll down your face only makes him happier. "Oh my gosh." He grins.

He stops thrusting and instead pulls your body up, making your back lean against his warm chest. His thumb grazes your cheek and sweeps up your tear. As if his shit-eating grin wasn't enough of an ego crusher, he goes as far to taste his thumb.

The saltiness of your tear making him lick his lips. He stares into your eyes, not seeing your soul, but only seeing a source of fuel for his ego.

"You're an ugly crier." He says, bluntly with a small chuckle. He sweeps up yet another tear and licks his finger again. "We need to go back to doggy."

He says, as he turns your crying face back to the table as he begins to thrust into you yet again. And you weren't sure if you should be turned on or just start bawling from how rude he's being today.

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Guess whose birthday it is?

ME AND THIS KING!!!! 🎂🎉🎊🎁💐🍴

Also… no fic today… ermmm … I’m busy and also it’s fucking tết in San Jose, u already know I’m going

Anyways: CHÚC MỪNG NĂM MỚI ‼️🐍🏮🍊🎉🎊🎇

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Public Enough? || CS55

type :: smut!

tw/cw :: exhibitism, heavy praising, breeding kink, fem!anatomy, mentions of pregnancy

summary :: carlos has always been so proud of you. so what better way to show you that then to fuck you right there on the balacony?

f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist || OVULATING CELLY!!!

Eating dinner on a balcony is so cliche and cheesy, something you would never imagine a man doing for you. But here you are, dressed up all fancy just to eat on the balcony of the private hotel Carlos' checked out just for you two. The sun was dimming as the water became calmer with the comfort of the moon.

You wanted to enjoy the lovely view and enjoy your dinner: but it turns out it was just a ploy. A ploy to get you to bend over the balcony, all pretty in your dress, while Carlos fucks you from behind. His hands had a firm grip on your hips, ensuring you wouldn't run away. Your neck was being kissed and peppering constantly by him. Everything on your mind was just Carlos, and you were all that was on his.

"Beautiful," he mumbles as he desperately kisses your neck again as he thrusts in and out of you. "So lucky..." He groans as if he's going to get off purely from the idea of you being his.

"Carlos-" You whine as he thrusts up harsher into you from his own name. You would assume he's a narcissistic but he quickly explains.

"Say my name again and I'll cum," he says breathlessly as he stops thrusting for a moment just to move his hands to your jaw. He guides your face to his, making you make-out with him. You didn't have to worry about a single thing, whether that be money or whatever position you're in. He made sure you always had princess treatment.

While his tongue was in your mouth, he starts to thrust again, this time slower. He's more desperate, needy. As if he's savoring every moment with you. He only breaks the kiss to quickly look out to the streets below.

"I wish someone could see." He says, beginning to speed up his thrusts. "See your face, your body," he mumbles as his hand moves to play with your breast. "Watch my cum drip out of you.”

He buries his face in your neck, “And once you’re pregnant,” you can feel his dick twitch. Carlos has never been shy of his want to get you pregnant, no matter if it “halts” his career.

“Carlos,” you try to sound intimidating,warning him to not cum in you.

“You’d be so pretty pregnant, cariño. So so beautiful.”

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Sorry for slow uploads :((

I got super sick but I’m feeling better now!! It’s also my birthday this Sunday! :D 🎊🎊 So I’m celebrating today with some friends <3

Carlos’ post is going up today and Oscar’s will be posted tomorrow!!

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Midnight Cravings || CL16

type :: smut - blurb

tw/cw :: cock warming, edging?, somnophilia, pinch of size kink

summary :: being a f1 driver means he's constantly grinding on the stim. you can relate since you're always grinding on him

f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist || OVULATING CELLY!!!

Everyone says you're so lucky for marrying a rich man, which you are! You don't have to pay for a single thing: bills, clothes, makeup, food, anything! But the only thing you did need to do was keep him satisfied, which Charles will always say you do.

He's on his stim, yet again. He needed to perfect his laps for the upcoming race. With Hamilton as his new partner, he was a tad bit scared. The idea of being replaced used to seem like an insane idea. But after seeing Carlos be tossed away: Charle's newest nightmare was no longer "box box" but instead "I also understand it was never going to be Charles."

So you're there with him, comforting him in the best way possible. His dick buried deep inside of you while you watch him race. Your back was against his chest with his chin resting on your shoulder. You're sure that this angle is going to hurt his neck, but he simply shushes you and says his neck is one of his strongest muscles.

And if you don't shut up, then he'll quickly pause the game and make you shut up.

"It's almost 12am Charles," You say softly as you watch him restart the lap after slightly messing up on a turn. "You need to rest."

"Just..." He stops as he locks in at a hard turn. "Just a few more." he insists.

You huff, shifting you legs slightly. Moving was strictly against Charle's rules for cock-warming on the stim. Only he was allowed to move and pick when you two could fuck. The main reason being that last time you topped him, the stim broke. From "water" damage, is what he told Ferrari so they'd send him a new one.

"Stop that." He demands, his tone was quick as he continued to race He knew you wouldn't disobey him twice.

So you sat there, just staring at the screen. Patiently waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting... Gosh you're so sleepy. And you can't resist the urge to shut your eyes, so you do.

And before Charles knows it, you're fast asleep with his dick still deep inside of you. Filling you up to the top, barely brushing against the tippy top of your insides. You thank God that Charles wasn't any bigger or else you'd be sent to the hospital every day.

Once Charles is satisfied, he lets out a sigh of relief as he looks down at you for once. Seeing your peaceful face and trust in him made him so soft inside. But his dick was the opposite, if anything it was harder. Now his new task to complete was to see how he could cum without waking you up.

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Turning Blue || PA17

type :: smut

tw/cw :: dark content! dubcon, choking, breathe play, passing out, somnophilia, degradation, mean!rough!dom!paul <3

summary :: you love paul's muscles, who doesn't! so you ask him to use it more in the bedroom, which he eagerly does.

f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist || OVULATING CELLY!!!

"Choke me with your muscles" is a common phrase you said to him. Whenever he was working out, in the stim, or just existing, you couldn't keep your horny thoughts to yourself. And who could blame you when you have Paul Aron cooking you dinner?

He's not embarrassed of these comments either, instead he embraces them. He loved knowing you loved his body, he worked hard for it. And hearing how much you loved his muscles and the idea of choking you made him ask you about it seriously.

Because although he's never tried it before, he's seen it in a few videos before. Plus, he'd be lying if he said his dick didn't jump every time you mentioned him choking you. But what he didn't know is you wanted the whole 10 miles, or kilometers in his terms.

You didn't just want his hands on your throat, you wanted him to control your breath. To completely shut off your airways and watch you turn blue, only to grant you with air when he felt deserved. And that was such a power rush to him.

So he had you on top of him, bouncing on his dick while he looked at you with such love and lust in his blue eyes. His eyes were captivating, drawing you in like a siren. You knew you just had to keep bouncing until he was satisfied. But you were so tired.

Your knees were giving out, your back hurt from your good posture, and your knuckles were turning white from gripping his shoulders so hard.

"Kallis." (darling) Paul's tone was sharp, clearly threatening you. "Are you tired already?" His tone was condescending and a warning to you.

You shake your head no, but you body was too honest. Your hips weren't moving properly, thighs were shaking, and your grip was becoming much harsher. But you wanted to satisfy him, give him as much pleasure as he was giving you.

"Are you lying?" He said with a scoff, as his hand met your throat. And instantly, you clenched around him. Making him look down at where your bodies were connected to make sure what he saw was correct. "My god," He smirks and scoffs again. "You're so pathetic."

His grip on your throat tightens, his entire hand basically wrapping around your entire neck. His muscles weren't just for show either, as he raised his arm slightly, making your entire body move with it. You could feel the air being scarce. It excited you, which just made Paul stare at your face.

"Really?" His tone was so condescending, so mean. "Do you even deserve to be fucked though?"

You nod eagerly, not wanting him to stop. But you could barely move your head since his hand was right under your chin. You part you lips, wanting to say yes but you couldn't with the limited air supply you have.

"You can't speak?" He smiles at you, enjoying this kink too much. "Well I can!" he brags and laughs at his own joke.

As he stares at you, barely on his dick, hoisted slightly in the air by his strength - he gets a fun idea. His free hand reaches for your stomach putting his palm flat against your belly. His grip on your throat loosened slightly, letting you take a fresh breathe of air.

"Open your mouth." He commands, you obey.

And with a swift move, he presses his hand aggressively against your stomach. Which made all the air you had saved rush out. And his hand on your throat tightens instantly. Forcing you to run on less than an ounceof air.

You could feel the panic rise in you. Your throat was desperately trying to save you by trying to gasp. But you couldn't with his strong grip against you. And if this wasn't enough to make you breatheless, Paul moves his hand from your stomach to your hips.

Slamming you back down onto his dick. And his hips start moving, thrusting in and out of you at such speed whilst choking you. He stared at you, his blue eyes suddenly matching your face. You were turning blue, feeling your face lose it's warmth.

And Paul just smiled, cooing at you. "Don't pass out, that's not fun for me." He mocks you. "Do you wanna breathe?"

Your head slightly drops, feeling as if your head was 1,000 pounds. And his cocky-self just hoists you back up into the air, meeting your eyes. Despite you having the high ground, you knew damn well you weren't in control.

He stared at you, his smile never leaving. Your eyes fluttered, feeling too heavy as you felt your brain begin to shut down. But right when that happened, his grip on your neck was gone and placed onto your other hips. Both of his hands then slammed you back onto him.

A loud groan left his lips as your weak body collapsed onto his chest. You felt your body gasp for air, doing its best to keep you alive. A few coughs escaped your lips. But Paul didn't give a fuck, as he kept moving your hips insync with his thrusts.

Once you had enough air, you finally let out a moan. Which completely halted his movements. And you could already tell he was smirking down at you yet again.

"If you can moan, that means you're recharged." He says, grabbing both of your shoulders and forcing you to look him in the eyes. And you were right, he was smiling yet again. And before you could even try to beg him to be gentler, your throat was covered again and he pushed all the air out of your stomach.

And he started thrusting yet again. But this time, he was much rougher. Repositioning you both so that you were lying down on the bed while he towered over you. Making the hand on your stomach much more heavy, ensuring you had no air stored in your body.

You were so close to just losing consciousness. Being on the brink of just being a corpse stuck on Paul's dick. Of course, you would surely get your air back and breathe again. But your body was ready to give up, despite your pussy clenched around him even harder than before.

"God, maybe I could fuck you, augh, even passed out." He says with a groan. "That's okay right?"

A harsh thrust up to your guts makes your entire head fuzzy. "Right?" You hear but it's too late for you to even answer. As your eyes shut close.

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Not Yet || OB87

type :: smut - blurb

tw/cw :: edging!, orgasm denial, slow sex, belly bulge mention, unprotected sex,

summary :: you used to edge ollie without even meaning to, so now it's his turn to try it. and he's loving it, a little too much

f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist || OVULATING CELLY!!!

"Please," you choke out to Ollie, who's busy slowly thrusting into you and staring into your eyes. It's been almost an hour of him just torturing you with the idea of cumming all over him. But you haven't been able to, with him constantly stopping you.

When he brought up the idea of edging, you though that meant he would be the one getting edged. But, when you were pinned down by his big hands, his towering frame hovering over your body - you quickly realized he meant to YOU.

Usually, Ollie was pretty gentle. He could be rough depending on his mood and how his day went. But he's never edged you. He thought it was too cruel to do that since he knew when it felt like. Like when you would make him hard on purpose, only to leave to hang out with friends. Or when you would give him head under the table while he's gaming with friends, only to get a call from your best friends and stay on the line for hours.

But now, it's his turn to do the same thing to you. Pulling his dick out to be just his tip, and then slowly pushing it back in. He always loved to watch it disappear inside of you. Sometimes seeing it slightly poke up against your stomach, giving you a little bulge. But that only happened when he was nice enough to even give you all of his dick.

At this slow pace, he was only going on half of his dick. And it makes you wonder how you're able to even handle his entire dick usually. Only half of his dick feels so filling to you. Making you moan and squirm like crazy, which just gives him a massive ego boost.

"See how I feel?" He says with a shit-eating grin on his face. More so a pussy-eating grin, cause God knows this man can eat. But that's off-topic. "It's not very nice, huh?"

"I get it, I get it, Ollie" You whine out as he pulls out to only leave the tip in you again. "I'm sorry, Ollie, I really am!"

"Shhh" He says, using his free hand that wasn't pinning your hands down to move to your jaw. He places a finger on your chin, pulling it downwards to look at where your cunt and his dick are. "Just watch with me."

He says, as he slowly pushes back in, then pulls out, and then back in. You moan at the feeling and sight, pulling your head back and closing your eyes. Trying to imagine if he was fully fucking you so you could cheat your orgasm.

"Hey," he says, looking at you with slightly pouty lips. His cute face didn't match his actions though as his hand swiftly forced your chin back down. Making you watch as he pulled out to be just the tip.

But instead of going back in, he pulled out. Instead, rubbing his wet dick in-between your folds. He groans, his hands tightened against your wrists and your chin. You felt slight pleasure from it, but nothing as much as before. You felt empty, feeling your cunt clench around nothing but air.

It would be a long, long night until you were gifted with an orgasm.

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Not Water Polo || LN4

type :: smut - blurb

tw/cw :: dark content! watersports, unprotected sex, overstimulation, slight dumbification, slightly whimpy dom!lando, gn!reader

summary :: a group of fans mention watersports to him, making him discover his new favorite kink

f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist || OVULATING CELLY!!!

It's like a drug once he's inside you. He simply can't stop, no matter how hard he tries. And every time he feels like he's about to cum, he pulls out and starts to finger you, not wanting you to be empty. You love it but also hate it, the constant deep thrusts and then his fingers plus him using his mouth was all too much.

You were a moaning mess, not a single coherent word was able to leave your mouth. This only made him fuck you harder. He loved hearing every single cry come out of your mouth. He loved feeling your nails claw at his back, knowing it's already red and beaten.

But his eagerness to fuck you and push you to the edge was much more, determinded. And that's because you two agreed to try a new kink he found out from some crazy fans. Someone asked him about "watersports", something he was completely unaware of. The entire group of fans laughed at his cluelessness so he went to research it on his own.

And surprisingly, he felt himself get excited at the concept. Making you squirt has always been one of his goals. He wasn't shy from that idea. But the idea of pissing inside of you? That was a completely new idea that he was getting hard just from thinking about.

He felt embarrassed at first, but you accepted him with open arms. And now you're being fucked so hard that the bed might fall through the floor.

"Fuck," He groans into your ear as he pulls his hand out of you and rams his dick into you. "Gonna,, agh, gonna do it."

You whimper and nod weakly, too overstimulated to even give a full reaction. Your hands held onto his shoulders, wrapping your legs around him to prepare for the mess about to be made.

And you felt it, all the warmth being spread inside of you. His loud groan mixed with the feeling of you being so filled to the point it's gushing out of you. Your wrapped legs did nothing, it was impossible to hold the amount of liquid he was letting out.

You yelped from the feeling of the warmth dripping down your ass and onto the sheets. His thrusting stopped, making you realize how big of a mess you two are really making. But he didn't even care, simply hiding his face in the crook of your neck. A mix of embarrassment and also overwhelming pleasure hitting him. You could feel it in the way his dick was still throbbing whilst inside of you.

"Agh," he says quietly "I'm sorry- this is all- agh" a nervous chuckle leaves his lips. His face warms up, making you imagine his pink face.

"It's okay baby." You say, moving your hands to his hair to twirl it around. He loves whenever you did that, slightly shifting his head to face your neck, nuzzling into you. "I like it,"

"You sure?" He asks, leaving the comfort of your neck to look at you in the eyes. "I know it's really messy and it's-"

"Lando, I promise." You smile, loving how his awkwardness still comes out of his tough-guy persona. "Now finish fucking me."

And he does that, instantly thrusting in and out of you. Already feeling the urge to cum inside of you from fucking you for so long. You were already tired and burnt out, practically begging for him to finally cum to let you rest. But you were still moaning, loving every second. How could you not?

With your hand still in his hair while the other stayed on his back, you felt his sloppy thrusts get harder. And with one final harsh thrust, Lando cummed. Making sure to keep his dick still at the very top of your insides.

And you're hit with warmth again. But this time it's familiar. The one that you're used to having in you every once in a while when he's feeling risky or too horny to even care. You sigh in relief and he once again finds comfort from hiding his face in your neck.

"I love you," He kisses your neck and collarbone gently. "I love you so much."

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cant believe i need to wait until jan 26 for another pepe marti😭😭😭😭, girl i just read the one you post earlier.... phew! that was hot. in conclusion pls wrote more pepe marti hehehe ur so talenteddd

U gotta wait till my bday for that girllll/dudeeeee

I love Pepe, I'm so excited to write for himmmm <3