#Prompt List 1

[xoluvx]

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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?”

[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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[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 once a week, usually on a friday!

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 accept any sort of hate for any of the drivers. i will defend all of them with my life. i understand that this is a sport and that everyone is entitled to have their own opinions, but if i wanted hateful comments, i would've gone to twitter. i intend to make this a safe space for everyone. f1 beginners can ask questions if they want, and i can answer them to the best of my understanding. y'all can also just ask me stuff and just talk to me! but, any kind of hate, i will be blocking.

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my works ☄. *. ⋆

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⭒ khichdi (desi!reader + fluff)

⭒ aakhon mein teri (desi!reader + smau)

⭒ comfort (fluff + comfort)

⭒ postcards (fluff)

⭒ superstitions pt1 pt2 (desi!reader + fluff)

⭒ crazy ex (fluff + humour?)

⭒ curling iron pt1 pt2 (fluff + humour again? + smau)

⭒ tumne jo kahaa (desi!reader + fluff)

⭒ desi girl (desi!reader + fluff + smau)

⭒ through their eyes (fluff)

⭒ big, fat indian wedding (fluff + humour)

⭒ light of life (fluff + humour + smau)

⭒ sweaty opportunities (fluff + humour + smau)

⭒ hard launching (fluff + humour)

⭒ sajda (desi!reader [can be read by non-desis] + angst + fluff) - 22nd Nov

ʚɞ mv33

⭒ swear words (desi!reader + fluff)

⭒ no words (fluff + kinda wholesome)

⭒ rub it in my face (fluff + desi!reader)

[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."

[andcars]

MASTERLIST . . . TAGLIST . . . AO3 REQUESTS : 10 / 15

──── 🗒 request me on my inbox! i don’t do custom prompts but i will update this list occassionally and you’re free to mix up the prompts however you please. take in mind that i'm mostly available on the weekends so it may take a while for me to finish in fics! especially if it's socmed fics [ SOME OF THESE TAGS MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME ] a '★' is placed before a potentially triggering tag as i cannot add a spoiler texts on tumblr. there are six potentially triggering tags in this.

INSTRUCTIONS . . . # you can select multiple dialogue prompts as well as multiple tags! for the additional tags/car model. for multiple tags, simply put a dash (-) between them! (1A4B-0112). for drivers ship requests, please specify which one bottoms (if nsfw, ofc) by saying they're 'in the passenger seat'. or the top is 'driving'.

EXAMPLES . . . # 'max verstappen on a porsche and rolls royce , 1A1E-2714. it's for a race!' ── (translates to: max verstappen "i don't wanna seem like a stalker..." + "remember your safe word..." tags: masc/bottom reader + famous reader + obsessive behaviour)

'lewis hamilton and max verstappen on a honda and a lambo, model 072936 w/ max on the passenger seat!' ── (translates to: max verstappen/lewis hamilton "you want me to beg..." + "you were fast years ago..." tags: rivalry + one night stand + power imbalance with bottom max)

( 💋 ) DRIVERS

#33 Max Verstappen

#44 Lewis Hamilton

#63 George Russell

#3 Daniel Ricciardo

#16 Charles Leclerc

#2 Logan Sargeant

#81 Oscar Piastri

#55 Carlos Sainz

#43 Franco Colapinto

#87 Ollie Bearman

#333 Max Verstappen/Daniel Ricciardo

#3344 Max Verstappen/Lewis Hamilton

#3316 Max Verstappen/Charles Leclerc

#POLYDRIVE Driver/Driver/You (basically just put your ship here!)

( 🏎️ ) CAR BRAND / dialogue prompts

PORSCHE “I don’t wanna seem like a stalker but… I think I know you”

HARLEY-DAVIDSON “Mommy/Daddy… it’s my first time so please—!”

BMW “I still remember the way you taste”

ASTON MARTIN “You're not usually my type but fuck, you look so good"

JAGUAR “Do you like scary movies?”

FERRARI “He was just my summer boy”

AUDI “My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it”

BENTLEY “We can run away together. Somewhere far away”

CHEVROLET “Don’t you ever think that there is anything that I will ever put in front of you”

LAMBORGHINI "You were fast years ago. You know that rookies like me always prove themselves to be better, right?"

MASERATI "You've been staring for a while"

FORD "Don't go... not yet, not now, preferably"

NISSAN "I wish things were different"

TRIUMP "We'll only be caught if you're loud"

HONDA "You want me to beg? I don't think a winner should beg"

MERCEDES-BENZ "This is a strange request, but can you pretend we're dating for a while?"

BUGATTI "Wait, you're famous?"

ROLLS ROYCE "Remember your safe word, because I'm not fucking stopping"

ALFA ROMEO "It seems like we've got a bit of teammate rivalry happening"

LEXUS "Almost forgot I'm getting paid"

CHRYSLER "I didn't mean it but I did, in fact, kinda reveal us to the public"

CADILLAC "It's complicated."

ACURA "You wanted to be seen? You wanted to be caught? You're so fucking turned on right now."

LAND ROVER "Take it slow—shit! You're eager"

GENESIS "You came" "You called"

( 🍒 ) CAR MODEL / additional tags

1A male/masc reader (he/him)

1B female/femme (she/her)

1C gender neutral/nonbinary/androgynous (they/them)

1D top!reader

1E bottom!reader

1F dominant reader

1G submissive reader

01 breeding kink

02 sugar daddy

03 daddy kink

04 age gap

05 degradatory kink

06 praise kink

07 rivalry

08 secret relationship

09 leaked sex tape

★ 10 non-consensual

★ 11 dubious consent

12 size kink

13 bareback/unprotected sex

★ 14 obsessive behaviour

15 virginity kink

16 anal sex

17 vaginal sex

18 body worship

19 consensual drugging

★ 20 non-consensual drugging

21 alternate universe — not f1 drivers

22 pining

23 friends with benefits

24 scent kink

★ 25 infidelity

26 alternate universe — cam/porn/sex worker

27 famous!reader

28 just the tip

29 one night stand

30 omegaverse

31 porn tropes

32 pregnancy

★ 33 mind break

34 touch starved

35 teammate!reader

36 power imbalance

37 thigh fucking

38 public sex

39 semi-public sex

40 baby fever

41 jealousy

42 riding

43 cum play/inflation

44 face sitting

00 andi's choice/surprise me!

( 🍒 ) PURPOSE / type of fic

FOR A RACE WEEKEND fanfic

DISPLAY socmed and/or texts

🗒 𝗣𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗟 . . . please do not harass any requesters, especially if they request a tag that triggers you. again, do not engage in content you know that you will not like. my blog is a safe space for everyone and i do not shame anyone, and i hope you do the same as well. ˎˊ˗ ᝰ.

[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.

[team-118]

you can put me down

831 words, buddie, buckley-diaz family, pre-relationship, first kiss+getting together (kinda)

“Your date,” Buck says, eyes screwed shut and breathing shallow. “Your first date since coming out, the one I'm currently throwing up spinach pasta all over, how was that?”

“Oh,” Eddie blinks. “Honestly, I kinda- forgot.”

Read it on ao3.

for @wolfdeans from the I love you prompts:

44. I'll drive you to the hospital.

warning: puke below!

Eddie’s calling his name before the door has the chance to open all the way. “Buck?”

“Buck, where-?”

“Dad!” Chris nearly trips into the foyer, he's moving so fast. “Thank God,” he says, tugging Eddie into their house. “I think he's literally turning green.”

Eddie drops a quick kiss to Chris's forehead. “Thanks for looking after him, kid.” It makes Chris roll his eyes, but Eddie can tell he's secretly proud of being trusted with taking care of Buck.

It was meant to be a simple movie night for Buck and Chris, catching up on Planet Earth together (because Buck had waited until Chris was ready to come back from Texas, of course he had). Chris would never admit it, and Buck wouldn't cramp his style, but Eddie knew how much they needed a night to just- watch some blue whales together in peace.

As for Eddie, he had been dressed to the nines, sleek black dress shirt defining his sharp angles, under dim light, sitting across the table from a man named - actually, he's not sure he remembers.

He raps lightly on the open bathroom door, alerting Buck to his presence. Buck lifts his head, takes one look at Eddie, and dives back into the toilet bowl. “Oh, God,” he groans. “Why me?”

Eddie drops to his knees next to Buck, rubbing his back soothingly. “Sorry, bud,” he says quietly. “What'd you do?”

Buck retches violently.

“I think it was the spinach in the pasta,” Chris responds for him. He peeks around the door, anxious.

Buck leans back again. “Spinach is good for you,” he protests halfheartedly. “And I- oh, no,” he says as sticks his head back under.

“I don't think it was supposed to look like that,” Chris stage-whispers to Eddie.

Buck sniffs, despondent.

“Bud,” Eddie turns to Chris, gentle. “would you mind clearing the table while I-” he nods down at Buck. “I think we're gonna have to move him.”

“Sure.” Chris backs away quickly, eager to escape the noise and the smell.

“Leave the puke, I'll do that part. Oh, and save the pasta,” Eddie calls behind him.

“Your funeral,” Chris sings back.

There's a beat.

“I didn't think it was that bad,” Buck tells him, muffled with his head still in the bowl.

“I'm sure it was great,” Eddie assures. He pushes the curls off Buck’s forehead, resisting the urge to kiss it like he would for Chris.

“I don't even know what I- hhhnngg.”

Eddie laughs lightly. “Get it all out.”

“I'm sorry,” Buck whispers miserably, a minute later. “Ugh, Eddie, I'm so sorry. You should be-”

“Hey, no, none of that,” Eddie argues. He crosses his legs, settling in. “You're fine. Buck, I'd rather be here.”

That makes Buck cry, a little. “How was -” he gags. “How was Marc?”

“Huh?”

“Your date,” Buck says, eyes screwed shut and breathing shallow. “Your first date since coming out, the one I'm currently throwing up spinach pasta all over, how was that?”

“Oh,” Eddie blinks. “Honestly, I kinda- forgot.”

Buck looks up again, finally meeting Eddie’s eyes. He stares for a second. Eddie stares back.

“Nope,” Buck declares, turning to the toilet again. “Nope, I can't- oh my-” he makes a truly heinous sound in the back of his throat, and Eddie’s stomach twists in sympathy.

When Buck lifts his head again, Eddie sneaks a peek at the recently emptied contents of his stomach.

“Buck,” he exclaims. “Buck, that should not be green!”

“It's spinach!” Buck defends.

“Dude, that's- no,” Eddie has to laugh. “That is not spinach green.”

“My life blows,” Buck whines, half-delirious. “Everything sucks and I gave myself food poisoning and my best friend hates me.”

“Buck, Jesus,” Eddie grabs Buck’s hand from the floor. “I love you.”

“You love stupid Marc,” Buck cries, and he’s hiccuping around his puke now.

“I love stupid you.”

“You're going to kiss stupid Marc, and I'll, I'll just- oh, God,” and Buck's head is in the pipes again.

“I'm going to kiss stupid you,” Eddie argues, and the world stops. “Uh.”

Buck looks up. “What?” He blinks away tears.

“Um.”

“What did you just-”

“I mean-”

“Dad!” Chris yells from the kitchen. “Good to go!”

Eddie exhales heavily. “Come on,” he tells Buck, brushing the hair out of his face again. “I'll drive you to the hospital.”

“But, Eds-” and then it's round blue eyes, dark wet lashes and Buck’s signature pout, the one he shares with Chris, and it's just. It's just over, for Eddie. There's nothing but this, ever again.

“Yeah,” he sighs, and he gives in. He leans in to kiss Buck’s forehead. “Yeah, I know. But after the hospital, yeah?”

“Okay,” Buck whispers, and he seems a lot less miserable already. “Okay, after.”

“Okay,” Eddie promises. He leans in again, quick, presses a kiss to the crown of Buck’s hair this time. “Okay, let's go.”

And the rest of their lives starts in Buck’s jeep, on the way back from the emergency room.

I love you list of prompts here.

[bunnys-kisses]

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

[creativepromptsforwriting]

First Day of Gift-Giving

One True Pairing Moments

Watching the sunset

Dancing around the kitchen

Fighting over the remote

Adopting a pet together

Going grocery shopping together

Having a friendly arm-wrestling match

Calling just to hear their voice

Giving each other lazy kisses

Taking pictures when the other’s not watching

Getting a bath ready for them both

Cooking together for date night

Brushing their teeth together

Texting each other cute pictures

Doing skin care together

Having a snowball fight

Loudly singing together

Painting each other’s nails

Laughing at the stupidest jokes

Holding hands in packed areas

Kissing each other good night

24 Days of Gift-Giving

[annewithaneofthegreengable]

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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[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.

[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 2, 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 2 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)