#Prompt List 1

[xoluvx]

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Kinktober - Day 21

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A/n: Yes, I did create a mood board for this special day

Toto hesitated, glancing at Lewis and George as they ushered the small group of party guests inside, the bright lights illuminating the room and casting a celebratory glow over the scene. He sighed, clearly conflicted, and muttered, “I’m not sure about this.”

Among the guests, you walked in with quiet confidence, wearing a delicate, white lingerie set that hugged your figure—a look specifically chosen for the team principal’s special night. The atmosphere was electric, a mixture of excitement and nerves rippling through the air as eyes turned your way. 

For a moment, Toto’s gaze lingered on you, a spark of something unspoken flickering in his expression.

As the party settled into a rhythm, Toto’s initial hesitation melted into quiet observation. He leaned against the bar, drink in hand, watching the gathering while Lewis and George mingled easily with the guests. The team principal’s birthday had started as a modest celebration, but as you and the other guests filled the room, the energy shifted, the party taking on a more playful tone.

“Well, it is the birthday of the most daring team principal in F1, and to congratulate him on his 53rd birthday, we have prepared a special gift only for you, Mr. Wolff,” you said, giving him a small, playful smile. “We couldn’t let you get away with just a cake and a card, could we?”

Toto’s lips curved slightly, his usually serious demeanour softening. “I suppose not,” he said, his voice low, though there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. He seemed torn, part of him still hesitant, but there was a curiosity there too, one that neither of you could ignore.

Just then, George walked by, raising a glass in a mock toast. “See, Toto? Even you can have some fun now and then,” he teased, flashing you both a grin before disappearing into the crowd. 

Toto’s gaze was fixed on you, his usual composure unravelling as you guided him into the secluded room. The dim red lights cast an alluring glow, and the steady bass of the music seemed to sync with your pulse as you straddled his lap. His breathing hitched, the surprise and excitement evident in his eyes as you moved closer.

“Relax, Mr. Wolff,” you murmured, brushing your fingertips along his collarbone, and tracing the edge of his jaw. “Tonight’s all about you.”

He managed a shaky laugh, his hands instinctively settling on your hips as he allowed himself to let go, his gaze softening under the atmosphere of celebration and your undivided attention. The room seemed to fade into the background as the playful tension between you deepened, his usual reserve giving way to a side he rarely showed. 

With a smirk, you leaned in, your lips just a whisper away from his ear. "Let me make this a birthday you’ll never forget," you said softly, your voice carrying a promise that lingered in the air between you. You felt the cool air against your skin as the delicate fabric fell away, leaving you bare under Toto’s gaze. He watched you with a mix of admiration and intrigue, his usual composure dissolving into something raw and unguarded. As you sank down between his legs, you looked up at him through lowered lashes, taking in the way his eyes followed your every movement.

His hand reached out, his thumb brushing gently along your cheek. “You know how to make an impression,” he murmured, his voice low and warm, a hint of amusement in his grin. There was something genuine in his expression as if he were savouring every moment, every glance and touch.

You leaned into his hand, allowing the tension to hang in the air as you held his gaze. “Only the best for you,” you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper, letting the words linger. You felt his hand slide from your cheek to your shoulder, his touch sending warmth through you, grounding the moment in something unforgettable. As his hand moved slowly from your shoulder down your arm, tracing light, deliberate paths along your skin, you felt every nerve come alive under his touch. His gaze never left yours, the intensity of it pulling you in, grounding you as the moments stretched between you.

Without breaking eye contact, he gently guided you closer, his fingers slipping beneath your chin to tilt your face toward him. His breath was warm against your skin, a soft murmur escaping his lips as he took in the sight of you, vulnerable yet confident, completely at ease in the quiet intimacy of the room.

“I didn’t know birthdays could be quite this… memorable,” he said, a hint of laughter in his voice. His thumb traced along your jawline, and you caught a glimpse of a side of him rarely shown: a softer, unguarded warmth that contrasted his usual composed exterior.

You leaned forward, placing a hand against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palm. “Well, maybe it’s time to redefine a few things,” you replied with a soft smile, letting the weight of your words linger between you.

“Can I touch you?” Toto asked, dark brown eyes gazing up into yours. “Of course.”

Your fingers unbuckled his belt, tugging down the zipper and helping him kick them off. Not long enough, Toto watched you drag your tongue up his cock along the single vein that popped on the side before shoving his whole length into your warm mouth he lets out a lewd groan as his tip easily hit the back of your throat, something about it makes him want to cum already. His fingers thread through your hair, guiding your head as he slowly pushes his length deeper into your mouth. “Ah, fuck, you're so good at this..”. He lets out a strained groan, his hips rocking gently as he fucks your mouth. “Damn it, I'm not gonna last long like this…”

His grip tightens in your hair as he savours the wet heat enveloping his cock. “Ungh, your mouth feels incredible…” He starts thrusting a bit faster, chasing his pleasure, “I can feel every little twitch of your tongue along my shaft.” 

“I’ve got something better,” you promised before climbing back on his lap.

His eyes flutter closed briefly as you straddle him once more, the warmth of your core brushing against his hardness. “Oh…” He lets out a shaky breath, his fingers gripping your thighs possessively. “Show me…” His gaze meets yours, filled with anticipation and unspoken desires.

“Want to ride you, Mr.Wolff.”

He sat up, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you down on his cock in one, swift movement. You cried out, gripping his shoulders and bouncing on him, fucking yourself at a rapid pace.

Toto’s thrusts became sloppy and he twitched for a moment before coming hard, his tone chest heaving as he tried to draw in oxygen. You kept grinding your hips, driving him wild until you reached your own orgasm, a shudder rolling down your spine. 

You brushed his hair from his eyes, smiling as you caught your breath. He seemed even more gorgeous in a post-orgasmic haze, toned and sleek from sweat like an Adonis. 

“Happy birthday,” you traced his features, running your fingertips over the lovebites you left on his throat.

Chuckles softly, nuzzling against your touch. “Best. Birthday. Ever.” He panted, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “You... You've ruined me for any other birthday gift.”  His eyes fluttered closed, content and sated as he nuzzled into your touch.

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[leclerity]

stupid gets you killed

Charles Leclerc x Girlfriend!Reader count: 1.1k words summary: Charles and you have an emotional conversation after his reckless driving at a race. a/n: a short but angsty one, with a happy ending!

It could’ve been the end.

The way it felt, it almost was.

You watch as the red of the Ferrari and the green of the Aston Martin come close, inches apart, with Stroll nearly putting it in the back of your boyfriend’s car. Everyone around you gasps and for a split second, you see them touch and Charles’s car fly off into the grandstands – but that doesn’t happen. They don’t touch. Charles drives away unscathed, though you know that won’t be the end of it.

“That was too close,” says Arthur, shaking his head at the screen.

“He won’t like this too much,” you say and grab a pair of headphones lying around, listening in.

Everything is okay with the car, Bryan Bozzi says.

That was not okay! Charles screams. Who does he think he is?! Driving like an idiot… He should know better!

Keep your head calm, you’ve got forty laps to go.

You take off the headphones and tell Arthur what you just overheard. He shakes his head again, but you both know there’s nothing the two of you can do about it. Charles has been under pressure, ready to burst at any given moment, running second in the championship with maybe—maybe—a chance at something more. Anything that threatens it… Well, it throws him off.

You’re just waiting for the moment it happens.

The race keeps running, you listen in to the radio every so often, and his complaints and agitation are getting more obvious. He’s driving riskier, not caring enough about tyre management, and there’s a few moments when his car gets a little too close to another car.

He finishes in fourth. It’s not where he wanted to be but it’s better than out of the race, you tell yourself. There was a few moments where you held your breath, waiting to see if the anger is going to slip into careless mistakes, and it made you angry. Your boyfriend is better than this.

When he finishes the race, you run straight into his arms. “You did so well! I’m proud of you.”

“I could’ve done better,” he says.

“I know,” you say, and kiss him again. “Next time.”

Charles kisses you, too, before going to speak to others in the garage, keeping one eye on you at all times. You know he’s being hard on himself, but you see his clenched jaw, sunken shoulders, and you know this is going to be a tougher one than usual.

He’s in your orbit the most of the evening, glancing at you even when he’s in the media pen. You can hear some of the questions he’s being asked and a lot of them are about the incident and about his dangerous driving he nearly got a penalty for, and you can already hear the regret in his voice. He looks at you every time it comes up, as if he already knows how much it upset you.

At your side, Arthur gives you a nudge. “Are you going to talk some sense into him when you’re back at the hotel?”

“Maybe. I haven’t decided yet.”

“That was scary.”

You nod. “Too scary. I get the pressure and all, but…”

“Yeah,” Arthur says, “I don’t want to feel like I might lose my brother because he’s being angry and stupid.”

When you get home, you get dinner – he does the perfunctory celebrations and goes back to the hotel, where you’re waiting with him with your guys’ favourite takeaway. He had some time to hang out with the other drivers and now it’s time to hang out with you… But not before you give him a piece of mind.

He knows something’s wrong the moment he enters the hotel room.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” you say.

He frowns. “Okay. You sure?”

You give him a long look.

Charles sits down next to you, looking exhausted but ready to devour the food – but he doesn’t. Instead, he sits with his elbows on his knees, hands held together. “It’s the race.”

“Mhm.”

“That’s why you’re giving me attitude.”

“Mhm.”

“Is it because of the Stroll incident?”

You shake your head. He should know better and he does, it will just take him a moment.

He sighs and leans into the couch, a defeated look on his face. “I should’ve handled it better, right?”

“Yeah.” You put a hand on his thigh. “Driving like that, Charles… You could’ve gotten hurt.”

“I would’ve been fine.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Babe—”

“Don’t babe me,” you say, shaking your head. “You got angry and…. Anger makes you stupid. Stupid gets you killed.”

Charles opens his mouth and closes it, knowing fair well that there’s nothing he could say in his defence that would make you change your mind. He sees it all on your face, you know it – the terror you’d gone through waiting to see if his anger will make him slip up, make a mistake; the threat of losing him.

He takes your hand in his and kisses the back of it, before placing it on his chest, right where his heart is. “Y/N,” he says, gently. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let my anger get the best of me.”

“I just… I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I know.”

“It frightens me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“I just—The thought of you—”

“I know. C’mere.”

Charles gives your hand a gentle tug and then your head is on his chest and his arms are wrapped around you, keeping you warm and safe. “I’m sorry for scaring you. My job is scary, but I shouldn’t make it any more difficult than it already is.”

He kisses the top of your head and you feel a few tears escaping down your cheeks, and he holds you even tighter.

“I’ll be less angry next time, I promise,” he whispers. “Less stupid. For you. Okay?”

You nod instead of answering, and he pulls your chin up with a gentle finger, and then he’s wiping your tears and kissing you gently, promising over and over again to never make you feel like that again – and he doesn’t.

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “when your partner is a romantically constipated idiot (please forgive them, they just don’t know how to express their affections properly)” prompts

“I hate you,” Character A murmurs, playfully slapping Character B on the arm. “It’s your fault I’m like this right now.” 

“I love you.” “…Are you drunk?” 

“I miss you so much, and I really miss cuddling with you.” “Hm… You know, I’m starting to think cuddles are a necessity for you.” 

Calling their partner “My guy” or “My dude” or “Brother” or “Mate” or “Buddy” or “Asshole” romantically while calling them “Sweetie/sweetheart” or “my love” sarcastically. (So I genuinely think I might have problems welkfnewklfn) 

“You’re so cute.” “…You keep saying that. I am not cute. You’re the only one who thinks I’m cute. You’re weird for that.” 

Telling their friends and the internet and anyone who would listen that they like their partner so much… Everyone except their partner. 

Not knowing how to respond when their partner is being affectionate with them, or when they call them cute nicknames/pet names.

“I will puke if I start calling you pet names. Doesn’t mean I don’t love you, though.” 

“You staring at me like that makes me want to wither away and die.” “What? Why?” “Because it makes me super fucking nervous!” 

“I really like you.” “…Um. Cool. Thanks?”

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

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hi hello welcome to my blog!

my name's kavi! i'm from india! i'm a writer, and i really enjoy writing for all my desi readers. i've been writing fanfictions only for the f1 drivers right now, but i may expand my fandoms eventually!

i'm a huge fan of tangled and how to train your dragon. i enjoy reading romance. i'm a published author. i have a doggo. i am mentally ill and neurodivergent but i'm bisexual, so it cancels out (it’s a joke, guys. tho, i am all three of those things). i have also added my most favourite playlist if any of y'all wanna enjoy!

this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :) i don't write smut. it's something that i haven't tried writing before, and i am not sure when i'll be comfortable enough to write it, so please don't send me requests for smut! i will be posting thrice a week, on mondays, wednesdays, and fridays!

i do want to make one thing clear though, i may be a lando norris, oscar piastri, carlos sainz fan, and i may defend them with my life, but i will not tolerate any disrespect for any of the drivers’ skills. i’ve recently become anti-charles, i respect him as a driver, not as a person, and while i will try my best to keep it to a minimum, i will also have it clearly marked in the tags, and it will not stop me from writing charles rpf. i do want this to be a safe space for everyone, but please be aware that this blog is my safe space first and i will share my opinions the way i like. f1 beginners are free to ask me any sort of questions they have, and i’ll do my best to answer them as accurately as possible.

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⭒ postcards (fluff)

⭒ superstitions pt1 pt2 (desi!reader + fluff)

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⭒ through their eyes (fluff)

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⭒ swades (fluff) - 13th Jan

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Mushroom body

(for @mikkeneko)

[httpsleclerc]

hii could i pls request "Will you ever leave me?" "No. Not in this lifetime. Or in the next, for that matter." with ollie bearman? ❤️

You hummed contentedly as you settled in bed beside Ollie, smiling as he put his arm around you and pulled you close to him. You were spending the night together since your schedules had finally aligned and you were able to spend time together, even if it was just in bed with the TV playing in the background, with your favourite candle burning and the London rain battering off your window, the cosy atmosphere had you almost ready to fall asleep. However, you had an inkling that something was bothering him, but you weren't quite sure what it was - you did however know that it must be bad, since you and Ollie were always honest and open with each other when it came to things like this.

"Are you okay, Ollie? You're not...yourself tonight," You asked him, a supportive smile on your face as if to try and urge him to open up to you - however you wouldn't push him, if he didn't want to that was perfectly okay and you would respect that.

"Yeah love, I'm fine, just a little bit tired," He answered you, smiling at you as best as he could to try and convince you, as much as he was trying to convince himself. You decided that you weren't going to push him any further, he clearly didn't want to talk about it so you weren't going to make him. You just nodded in response, kissing his cheek and smiling to yourself as you felt his hands of to your hair, gently scratching your scalp - something which he always did when he was trying to sooth you and often himself. "Will you ever leave me?"

Your heart broke at how vulnerable and sad your boyfriend sounded as he asked you if you would ever leave him - something which had never at once in the time of your relationship ever crossed your mind. You had so much love and admiration for Ollie, so much love for him and the way he made you feel so loved and special, and so much admiration for his dedication to racing, how much effort he continuously put into his racecraft.

"What? No, love. No. Not in this lifetime, and in fact, not in any lifetime, or the one after, or the one after that," You assured him, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you put so much emphasis on how much you loved him. "I love you so much, Ollie."

"Promise me?"

"I Promise, my love."

[hardysbitch]

Hi lovely! Can I request the smut prompt 1,"I love it when you moan my name" with Ross Lynch?

wrote it again cuz it was so delicious to just let it die in my memory 😋 (thanks for the reassurement love! hope you like it)

Prompt #1: "I love it when you moan my name" - R.L

tw: smutty smut and nothing worse than that, kept it pretty simple actually (after i proofreaded i say this is not even a smut sorry😭)

"That's a nice dress" Ross said. He entered the room we shared and stood in silence for a minute before that.

"I know, I think is what I'm gonna wear tonigh for dinner. Rydel said to look nice, right?" I said, looking at myself in the dress from different angles once again.

Both of us were in a trip with his siblings to Greece and his sister couldn't waste the opportunity to dress up and go to a fancy restaurant evertime she could, it was like she had tons of energy even while pregnant.

"Yeah, she did. But I don't you are going to be able to wear it." He said getting closer.

"What? Why not-" That was were i felt it.

Ross hugged me from behind by the waist, tighly. Making me feel his erection right in my butt. "Oh." I said, and he repeated it.

"Should I take it off then?" Looking at his eyes trough the mirror I could see the way they darkened, and he, again, pressed himself against me.

He started taking down the zipper in the back of the dress and kissing the skin as it went uncovered, making me feel a hot puddle in between the legs.

I turned around just to see him grinning at me with that cheeky smile of his, putting my hand on his throat and pressing lightly. He turned me around again just to push me by my hips until my knees hit the bed and i fell into it.

Ross quickly crawled over me and took his shirt of, allowing me to see all the view of his torso to the happy trail he was letting grow that disappeared in his pants. With one hand he took the sleeves of my dress one at the time and my bra came to view. I helped him by rolling the rest of the dress off my body and unzipping his pants, so he could take them off, when he suddenly stopped me with a kiss.

It was heated, a battle between our tongues that none of us was trying to stop. My hands went from his blond locks to his shoulders, making the same trail I always did. He started reaching places of my body with one hand, up my chest to the waistband of my panties.

"Ross-" I moaned when he finally got his hand inside my underwear, letting go of his mouth for a second.

"I love it when you moan my name" He said and got two fingers inside of me.

"Oh my- Oh" He set a steady rhytm with his fingers while we kept kissing. My hands placed strongly in his hair, pulling when he changed the pace for a better one.

I got one of my hands inside the boxer he was wearing, palming him and then starting to rub his cock.

"Keep going like that" He said, grunting when i squeezed him a little.

"Go get a condom" I whispered. And when he got up to go search in a drawer someone knocked up the door.

"Ross! You have a spare one by chance?" Rocky said in the other side of the door.

I bursted up laughing and an annoyed Ross made his way to the door.

[bunny-jpeg]

fall/halloween bakery special

hello bunnies! i wanted to do something a little special for halloween/fall season! it's hare's favourite season so i've grown to love it a little more. basically these are special prompts that can be combined with the regular bakery prompts. but these ones are more geared towards the fall season! this is more like a halloween party rather than a bakery, but still it'll be fun!

these prompts will be closed on novemeber 2nd and be posted between now and until i finish writing them all! these will be posted on top of regular bakery orders so please feel free! and happy halloween!

what i'll write for: formula one, call of duty, haikyuu, jujustu kaisen, marvel & dc

DESSERTS

ghost s'mores dip: "i really appreciate that you're getting into the halloween spirit, but it's ten in the morning. please turn off the slasher films so i can eat my breakfast in peace."

zombie brain cupcakes: "stop squirming, you're gonna mess up your face paint!"

vampire poke cake: "what happened last night?"

witch finger cookies: "i hate this time of year, i'm always so fucking cold!"

chex-mix: "did you go as a whore this year, or did you just forget a costume?"

all-dressed chips: "i'd propose right now. but not while you're wearing this."

pumpkin patch brownies: "you should've worn something a little thicker. you're going to catch a cold."

candy apples: "alright, let's get you home."

dirt pudding: "I hate horror movies, can't we watch something else?"

pepperoni pizza: "i wonder if that mascara will run when i'm finished with you."

ghost cookies: "they had how many shots of tequila?"

dead velvet cake: "we can't fuck right now. we have to hand out candy!"

nacho dip: "seeing you with those kids makes me want one."

chunky treat bars: "i'm getting you pregnant."

hocus pocus rolls: "next year you're wearing something that covers more."

candy corn: "i'm not jealous!"

ghostly cheesecake: "i got a broomstick you can ride on."

mummy hand pies: "be careful of the full moon!"

spider web pops: "the costume is meant to be scary, not cute."

DRINKS

sprite: semi-public sex

coca-cola: costume sex

doctor pepper: university au

fake-blood: vampire au

hot cider: werewolf au

jell-o shots: drunk sex

pepsi zero: rough sex

haunted lemonade: size difference/kink

peach juice box: filming/recording

poison apple punch: outdoor sex

pumpkin sangria: pregnancy

hot cocoa: gentle/soft sex

witch's brew: witch au

little devil cocktail: demon/devil au

white claw: slutty costumes

black widow cocktail: dom!reader

espresso martini: dom!character

water: hangover

gummy bear cocktail: possessive behavior

on the house: author's choice

have a spooky halloween!!

[assassin-artist]

yoshida the iced coffee enjoyer

[sainzsiren]

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falling in love by @bonbonbee

subtle physical affection by @euthymiaaa

scene prompts: christmas edition by @lunememes

ANGST

reactions to making someone cry by @novelbear

SMUT

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[annewithaneofthegreengable]

Kinktober - Day 19

19th — 69ing, Oscar Piastri

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You were lying on the bed beside Oscar on one of your movie nights. During the gaming session of “Never Have I Ever”, Oscar’s hands were on your thighs all night. At first, it all started rather innocently and turned into hands running along the meat of your thighs and heavy bedroom eyes. Until you asked the ultimate question, “Have you ever had any 69ing with anyone?” 

He leaned in closer, my breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "Honestly, no...but god, I wish I had with someone as incredible as you." His hand slid further up your thigh, fingers brushing against the fabric of your panties. The heat between you two was palpable, and you  could hardly contain your excitement.

"I want to experience everything with you, honey. Every intimate act, every forbidden fantasy. And 69 is definitely at the top of my list now." He punctuated his words with a soft nip to your earlobe, his other hand gently squeezing your hip. "So what do you say?"

“We..We can try?”

His heart pounds with anticipation as you agree to give it a shot. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. “Okay, let's start slow. Why don't you lie back and relax?” He helps guide you onto your back, positioning himself above you. His fingers trace lightly over your skin, from your collarbone down to the swell of your breasts. He leans down and places tender kisses along the same path, savouring the taste of your flesh. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. There you were, between his legs, your mouth full of cock, a little saliva dribbling out of the side of your mouth as you moaned, bobbing your head slowly. Hair an utter mess, you flicked your eyes up to him, hollowing your cheeks slightly as you reached a hand down your knickers. 

“YN… Wanna taste you,” he groaned, fingers tangled in your hair, tugging you away slightly. You licked your lips. 

“But you haven’t… finished,” you said frowning. Oscar grinned, shuffling further down the bed so he was lying a bit flatter. 

“Don’t you worry, YN… c’mon…” you nodded and crawled up to him, settling yourself over his face as his strong hands gripped your thighs, guiding your wetness over his mouth. You let out a soft moan as his tongue flickered out tentatively, before gasping loudly as he began licking you eagerly. You fell forward, just catching yourself on your elbows. An idea pinged into your mind. As Oscar licked you with earnest, wriggled so that you could suckle on the tip of his heavy dick. He let out a throaty groan against you, the rumble making you shudder. 

Taking as much of him in your mouth as possible, you began grinding your hips gently, angling them just so and whining loudly when he slipped two fingers into you, hooking them perfectly against your G spot. Within moments of listening to your muffled moans around his cock, his thighs were clenching hard. “YN,” he groaned, his lips now wrapped around your clit. “I’m- oh, fuck!” You moaned lewdly, sucking him down as much as you could bare, groaning as you drank down the spurts of his come, feeling him twitch at the back of your throat. Moaning, you felt him flick your clit with his tongue rapidly, and you shattered, moaning lowly as you both rode out one another’s orgasms. 

Panting, Oscar helped you off him, pulling you into his side. “You’re… wow,” he said, kissing you gently. You groaned, tasting yourself in his mouth, winding your arms around his neck. 

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” you grinned.

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[ghostsfanficevents]

Mergana Week, Version 1, 16th-22nd December

Rules, other information, and the prompts written out below the cut

Rules, and other information

This event is for mergana, other ships are amazing too, but the focus here should be on mergana

NSFW works are welcome, just tag everything correctly on ao3 and hide anything explicit under a cut on tumblr

This is not fanfic exclusive, any form of work is welcome. If you think it suits the prompt go for it

Alt prompts can be used in place of one of the main ones, in combination with main prompts, or done separately. They can be used as many times as you like (though maybe don't do seven different Secret Marriage fics, unless you really really want to I suppose)

You don't have to do everyday if you don't want to. If you wanted, you could do just Day 6 and leave it at that

Late entries are more than welcome, you could do this event in three years time and (as long as I'm still active) it'll get the exact same treatment as all the other entries

Use tags ghosts mergana event, and ghosts mergana week 1, in your posts to tumblr

On ao3 add your work to the Mergana Weeks collection

I'll be reblogging everything made for this event, to make that easier for me please tag me

I'll use the tags gmgw reblog, and gmgw 1 reblog in my reblogs

Have fun with it!

Prompts

☆ Day 1. Flirting ☆ Day 2. Getting Together ☆ Day 3. Kiss ☆ Day 4. "Is this a thing?" ☆ Day 5. Domestic ☆ Day 6. Fake Dating ☆ Day 7. Relationship Reveal

Alternative Prompts

☆ Alt 1. Secret Marriage ☆ Alt 2. Soulmates AU ☆ Alt 3. The moonlight shines across her face and eyes, There's no place we'd rather be - lyrics from Lovers in the Dark by Adam Jensen

Tags: @ghostofafruit, @smilesstardust, @greendragonqueen, @craeatus, @totally-not-morgan-le-fay, @randomhippocat, @kessilover (if you want to be tagged in the next mergana list, let me know)

[dangerpronebuddie]

I love sub Eddie, but now I kinda want to see the “breathe, please” prompt with desperate CPR 😂

You and me both darling 😂

For you, smut prompt turned whump: "Breathe, please."

“Breathe, please.” Buck keeps doing compressions, ignoring the sickening dip of Eddie's chest beneath his palms. “Come on, Eddie, please,” he begs, his voice shaking more than his hands. A roar in his ears almost drowns out his voice, or maybe it's the ocean only a few feet away from them. He has the bizarre thought that this must've been what Eddie felt like, cracking Buck's ribs in a lightning storm, trying to restart Buck's heart as well as his own. Because that's what this feels like. Like he's dying all over again. He tries two rescue breaths, but still nothing. “Eddie, please.” He starts compressions again, blinking through the tears in his eyes. Thirty more compressions later, he tries the rescue breaths again. On the second breath, Eddie finally coughs. Buck helps Eddie turn on his side, combing his fingers through his hair, soothing him as he coughs up water. He slumps back with a gasping breath and blinks his eyes open. Eyes Buck never thought he'd see again. Buck doesn't know who moves first. It really doesn't matter. Eddie throws his arms around Buck's neck as Buck pulls him into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder. Eddie clings tighter to him, one hand buried in his curls that are starting to dry from the icy wind. “You're okay, baby,” Buck says softly. “I've got you.” Eddie whimpers, holding Buck like he never wants to let go again. Buck won't let him go. Not again. Not ever. Buck presses a kiss to his temple and holds him tighter as the distant shouts from their team finally get closer. “It's okay. I've got you.”

[oz-qwin]

Mariner May (2024) Day 1 - Anchor

I've hit a writing block. So to pass the time, rest from writing, and put my hands to the test, I will be doing Mariner May sketches.

[httpsleclerc]

out of the woods

pairing/s: Mick Schumacher x Vettel!Reader, Hanna Vettel (?) x Daughter!Reader, Sebastian Vettel x Daughter!Reader

summary: Romeo and Juliet without the violence and hate but with race car drivers? yeah that seems about right.

cw: nothing much other than a couple suggestive scenes, vettel!reader is a chronic overthinker if you were to squint, not proofread!

w/c: 2.9k words

You weren't quite sure when you had fallen in love with your best friend, but you were sure you could pinpoint it somewhere around the time that him and his sister had tagged along on your family's summer vacation, your father telling you that there, under no circumstances, was there to be any funny business with Mick. Hanna was quick to remind Sebastian that they were 16 once too, and you were the proof of that - It wasn't that your dad regretted having you, no, not at all, it was just that she  wished that herself and Sebastian had waited a little bit longer before having children, hence the large age gap between you and your two younger sisters. But you were sure that sometime during your sixteenth summer, you had fallen in love with Mick Schumacher - You had fallen in love with the way that his hand always rested on the small on your back, the way that he leaned over you to reach for something and how he always laughed at you innocently about how small you were in comparison to him.

That night you hoped and prayed to some higher being that it wasn't true that you were indeed falling head over heels in love with your childhood best friend. How were you supposed to admit your feelings for him? What if he didn't feel the same way as you did? You would be throwing away 9 years of friendship all over a silly teenage crush - And it wasn't as if this was just some boy you were friends with at school, this was one of your dad's friends sons, he was your best friend and you were head over fucking heels in love with him.

Hanna knew that something had been bothering you, however - Of course she would, you thought to yourself, she was your best friend (after Mick, of course). The fact that Sebastian and Hanna had you when they were so young meant that you had grown up being extremely close to your mother and father, and it now meant that you struggled to hide anything from either of them, but more specifically your mom, she knew you both inside and out so hiding anything from her was impossible.

"Can I come in?" You heard from the other side of the door, you were lucky that you were able to have your own room at this point, but your two younger sisters shared a room, while Mick and his sister shared a bedroom, meaning that everyone was at least satisfied with where they were sleeping. You thought you would have fallen asleep easily, having lit a candle and having the rain battering against your window - some summer vacation this was turning out to be, you thought to yourself. For some reason however, you couldn't seem to fall asleep. Although you blamed it on the fact your body clock was probably entirely messed up from travelling around so much, deep down you knew it was because your mind was racing with thoughts of your best friend. Thoughts of how he had gotten so much taller over the summer, thoughts of how his hand sometimes would rest sometimes too long on the small of your back, thoughts of - hold on, your mom was outside.

"Yeah, come in," You called back to your mom, turning your phone off and putting it on the bedside stand to charge, shaking yourself of all thoughts of your best friend who you were separated by only a wall. Hanna opened the door to your room and made her way over to your bed, silently motioning for you to budge over so she could sit beside you. "Am I in trouble or something? Because those beers of dads going missing had absolutely nothing to do with me, mama." You were so so confident in thinking that was what your mom wanted that you had just inadvertently snitched on yourself.

"...No, but we'll talk about that later," Hanna laughed as she watched the realisation dawn on your face at the fact you had snitched on yourself. "No, I just wanted to talk to you, your dad just put Emilie and Mathilda down so I thought I'd come see if you were still awake." You smiled as you leaned your head on your moms shoulder, it was rare that you had any moment at all with your family since you had moved up into formula 3 after winning the formula 4 championship last season - Sebastian and Hanna liked to joke that you were driving a kart before you could walk and talk.

"Well, I am," You confirmed to her, just in case she hadn't noticed, and as much as you were tired and need the sleep, you wouldn't miss sitting up and having a girly chat with your mom for anything in the world. "I don't know how you keep up with Emmy and Tilly as well as dad, that like...3 toddlers." The two of you laughed at your joke as you rested your back against the headboard of the bed you sat on. You missed your mom more than anyone when you were gone, more than Mick, but that wasn't the point - No one quite understood you like your mother did.

"So...I saw the way you were looking at Mick earlier," You blushed as your mom nudged your sides, Hanna giggling at the way you became all sheepish and blush - she knew you were in deep for the young Schumacher. "Aww, you have a little crush on him!"

"No! No I do not!" You defended yourself poorly, you knew it was a poor attempt since your mom burst out laughing at you for it. "Okay, fine. Maybe I do, but I can't do anything about it because if I do he might not feel the same way about me and then I just make things weird and we stop being friends and then-"

"Please take a breath, honey," Hanna cut your rambling off, fearing that if you kept going that you would run out of breath and pass out. "If he doesn't like you back, then he's an idiot, okay? You're funny, and you're beautiful - He'd need to be an idiot to not love you," Your mom assured you, holding your head as you leaned on her shoulder. "I just can't believe that you might have your first boyfriend," She smiled almost sadly. "I wish you had stayed as my tiny baby girl forever but I guess you had to grow up at some point, and now you're this talented double of your dad who I feel like I know less and less everyday but I somehow still know everything about." You sighed as you laid down beside your mom, shifting down so you could lay your head in her lap which was covered by the duvet which you both lay under.

Everyone assumed that since you followed in his footsteps that you were a daddy's girl, but you were your mama's girl through and through, and you could almost feel any stress or tension exit your body as soon as she started threading her fingers through your hair. 

"What do I do, mama?" You asked Hanna, remaining in the same position as thoughts of Mick's varying reactions ran through your head - would he admit that he felt the same as you did all along? Would he be mad at you for ruining your friendship? Would he laugh at you and call you an idiot for thinking that anyone as handsome as he was could ever, ever love you? Hanna let out a heavy sigh as she continued to run her fingers through your hair.

"I think you should tell him, baby, you know that your dad will definitely have some...stern words with him if he makes you upset." In some way, you thought you would be able to blame your mom, since it was her that had gotten you and Mick introduced in the first place.

Sometime in 2006

You wandered around the F1 paddock, your tiny heart almost beating out of your chest as you called out for your mother, only to be met with the roaring of the engines of the cars which surrounded you seemingly at all times. You held tightly onto your beloved blanket, white and adorned with a print of small bees all over the fluffy piece of fabric which smelled like your mother, hence the reason you clung to it so tightly.

"Mama?!" You called out for her, your voice breaking as you came to the overwhelming conclusion that you were lost forever and would never see your parents again - Hanna did say that you got your dramatics from Sebastian. You sat down as you became so overwhelmed with emotion, breaking down into tears as you clutched your blanket in your small hands and continuing to cry your little eyes out. 

You were sobbing so hard, you barely registered the man in a bright red suit crouch down in front of you, gently reaching out for you so's not to frighten or disturb you since you already appeared to be significantly stressed out.

"Hey," The man gently shushed you as you tentatively took the hand he held out for you, he made that sure you didn't drop your beloved blankie - judging by the grip you held onto the fabric with, it clearly meant a lot to you. "It's okay, just take a big deep breath," He tried his best to soothe you, but it seemingly worked as your sobs died down to mere sniffles. "There you go, you're okay, yeah?" You sniffled and nodded in response to the mans question, as you tried your hardest to remember where you had seen his face before. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"

"I lost my mama and I dunno where she is," You told him, a pout forming on your face as tears once again flooded your eyes and threatened to spill over. "And I dunno where my daddy's garage is."  Okay, that gave him more to work with.

"Do you know which team he is with? Then we can go to the garage together and maybe your mama will be there," He asked you, smiling in relief as he knew now that he'd be able to get you back to your parents safely.

"Yeah, the one with the blue and white circle," You told him, you didn't quite remember the name but with the information of the logo, he knew where to take you and who you belonged to.  Micheal held your hand as he led you to the BMW Sauber garage, where your mother and father could be heard bickering over whose fault it was that you were now missing. "Mama!" Hanna turned quickly as she heard you call out for her, quickly crouching down to hold you in her arms tightly.

"There you are! You scared me, Y/N!" Hanna lifted you up and held you at her hip, holding you tightly as though if she held you any less you would suddenly go missing again. Sebastian let out a sigh of relief, thankful that his friend had returned you safely - meaning that he wouldn't have to sleep on the couch for losing you. 'Thank you so much for bringing her back." Hanna thanked Michael, who smiled and waved her off as a response

"It's fine, really. My son Mick wanders off all the time so it's a normal occurrence for us at this this point," Michael smiled as he thought of his son. "Maybe they could be friends, at least then they would be wandering off together."

current day

You groaned quietly as you started waking up, the Swiss sun streaming through the gap where your curtains didn't quite meet. Turning on your side, you smiled to yourself as Mick slept peacefully beside you, his arm around your bare waist as he pulled you closer to him.

"Stop watching me, schatz," Mick grumbled sleepily, a small yet tired smile coming to his face as he heard you giggling to yourself, he could listen to your laugh for hours and hours on a repeat loop - He wasn't sure when he had fallen in love with you so hard.

"You watch me sleep all the time before you go to the gym in the morning, so it's only fair," You countered his argument with your own, placing a small kiss on his lips as he hummed in response to your argument.

"Oh yeah? And how would you know if you're asleep?" He chuckled as he saw the realisation on your face and the pout that followed, God, you were so adorable. "Good morning, Meine Liebe." You grinned as you looked at Mick, carefully studying every feature on his face, just in case he ever disappeared from your grasp, not that you would ever let him, of course.

"Good morning, Micky," You laughed once again as Mick groaned as you used the nickname you had been using for Mick since you were both small children. You smiled as you placed a small kiss on his lips and you hummed contentedly as he returned the favour, his tongue smoothly sliding into your mouth at the first opportunity. You giggled as Mick moved you so you were straddling him, wearing nothing but an oversized Mercedes T-Shirt, his oversized Mercedes t-shirt, something you knew that if anyone saw you in, would get you in hot water with Horner.

As you continued your early morning make out session, you felt Mick's large hands rest on your hips, bunching up the t-shirt just below your boobs. Your hands made their way to Mick's hair, gently tugging as he bucked his hips up to yours. It seemed that everything was going your way, before your bedroom door burst open and you were quick to roll off of Mick, pulling his t-shirt back down to cover you and covering the two of you with your duvet.

"Good morning, you two," Your dad greeted the two of you as he made his way into your bedroom, you swore he'd become a bigger pest now that he was retired and was around all the time. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything important in here." Sebastian grinned as he knew that he was winding you up and you were falling for it, you rolled your eyes and groaned in response to his antics and hid your red face in Mick's chest.

"Go away, old man!" Your grumbled words were very clear to your father though your face was hidden in Mick's chest. Sebastian just laughed you off, even though he could hear Hanna's voice in the back of his mind telling him to just wake you and Mick up and not wind you up in the process. Mick also laughed as he put his arm around you, finding it adorable how easily embarrassed you got despite the fact that the two of you had been together since you were teenagers. 

"Okay okay, well your mother sent me up here to tell you that breakfast is going to be ready in 15 minutes if you're going to be joining us," Sebastian informed you, finally getting to his point and seemingly leaving the two of you to get ready, until he turned around and pointed at both you and Mick. "And no more funny business between you two, I was 16 when I was a dad, I don't want to be a grandpa at this age." 

"DAD!" You groaned as you threw your pillow at him, Sebastian grinning as he dodged your toss and laughing as he shut the door of your bedroom. "God, he's been such a nuisance since he retired, I don't know how mama puts up with him." You complained to Mick, the two of you rolling out of bed.

"I dunno, love, you do make it pretty easy to get you all wound up," Mick defended his mentor and friend, but quickly took it back when he seen the glare that you were giving him. "I-I mean, I know he was so out of line for that." He feared his reflexes weren't as finely attuned as your dad's appeared to be and it felt too early for you to be throwing projectiles at his head. 

"Yeah I thought so, I was very nearly taking back your bedtime privileges." You joked with him, watching his jaw drop in fake offence at your empty threat.

"That's just a lie because then you wouldn't be limping like you are right now," He smiled as you furrowed your eyebrows and pouted. 

"Oh yeah, I wonder who's fault that is, Micky."

"You weren't complaining last night."