#hamilton prompt

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Kinktober - Day 23

23rd — double penetration, Lewis - Charles

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“Are you sure about this baby?” Charles and Lewis’s voices overlapped each other.

“I’m sure… Please…”

Your breath came out in short, erratic bursts as you straddled Charles, his cock buried deep inside you. Lewis watched you bounce on his cock from behind while he stroked himself until you had a new proposition in mind. Both men were stunned to stillness when you stopped and asked something new of them.

“Please,” you repeated as you turned over your shoulder and looked at Lewis, “I want you both inside me at the same time.”

Charles and Lewis shared a look before Charles caressed your hips, “Alright,” he whispered and waited until you turned back toward him to continue, “But if it gets too much, you say the word and we’ll stop. Don’t wanna hurt you, baby.”

A bright smile lit up your face as you leaned forward and kissed Charles hard, “Deal.”

You pushed yourself up and turned toward Lewis again so you could place a similar kiss on his lips.

“You sure you can handle us both, baby?” Lewis asked with a smirk.

Charles rolled his eyes but you thought it was cute, “Oh I know I can,” you replied in a low purr that made both your boys swallow hard.

As Charles caressed your hips, you lifted yourself up so that only the tip of his cock stayed inside you. He let out a low moan at the feeling of your muscles straining around the tip as you kept yourself hovering over him. His hands trailed up your sides to cup your breasts and pinch your nipples while Lewissettled himself behind you.

“Alright, here I come, babies,” Lewis’s voice was low, and even through his humour you heard the lust in his tone. You knew both your boys wanted this just as badly as you did. 

Slowly, Lewis nudged his cock against your entrance, and he hissed when his length rubbed against Charles’s. He was more precise than he usually was as he was careful not to hurt you. But, Lewis also couldn’t deny that feeling both of his lovers this close at the same time was exhilarating. 

Suddenly, Lewis remembered something, “Hang on,” he rustled behind you and both you and Charles let out low whines at the loss. You turned your gaze to Charles, who lay still underneath you and your heart skipped a beat when you looked into his big, soft brown eyes.

“Back,” Lewis exclaimed behind you as he settled back into place. You were about to ask what he did when you heard the pop of the lube bottle.

Charles let out a low hiss when he felt the cool lube spill onto his cock. You watched his every little expression as you leaned forward slightly and prepared yourself for what was to come. Lewisgenerously coated his dick in the lube, and made sure to spill some onto Charles’s as well. Slick sounds echoed in the room as he rubbed his length a few times.

Lewis reached out with his lube-coated hand and wrapped it around the base of Charles’s cock. He groaned as his eyes rolled back into his head, the combination of your warmth around the head and Lewis’s hand stocking the base was almost overwhelming in the best way.

“There,” Lewiscooed, “Now we’re ready.”

You chuckled softly, “I’m ready, boys.”

Charles cleared his throat as he regained control of his head, “Ready,” he grunted.

You felt two pairs of strong hands holding your body, Charles’s on your breasts and Lewis’s on your hips. The two men caressed your body as they moved slowly and precisely as if they were back on the field and every moment mattered. To them, this was even more important than fighting for their lives, this was your life, your body. You meant so much to Lewis and Charles, and they wanted this moment to be everything you wanted it to be.

Slowly, Lewis guided his cock to your pussy once more, and all three of you gasped when you all made contact with each other. Lewis’s cock rubbed against Charles as both of their tips nudged at your entrance. Your mouth dropped open as you let out a loud cry when the second cock finally pushed past your first ring of muscle.

The stretch was unlike anything you had felt before in your life. It burned and brought tears to your eyes, but it also felt wonderful. To be filled by both of your boys was a euphoria that compared to nothing else. Both Lewis and Charles tightened their grip on you as you inched your way down onto both of their cocks bit by bit.

“Oh fuck,” Charles hissed as he felt the combination of your warmth and Lewis’s length.

Lewis groaned your names while his cock pulsed with need, and it took every fibre of his being to hold himself back at that moment. You moaned and cried out as you felt yourself stretched to the limit, and your mind swam in the pleasure and the slight pain it brought.

After what felt like hours, you finally seated yourself on Charles’s hips once again, your pussy filled to the brim from both him and Lewis. You breathed heavily as you rested your hands on Charles’s chest while the two men ran their hands all over your body. You weren’t sure whose hands were where you felt your breasts and ass squeezed at the same time while one of them rubbed at your clit.

“Oh fuck, holy shit,” you whispered as you adjusted to the feeling.

“You alright, baby?” you weren’t sure whose voice it was, perhaps it was both of them.

“Fuck yes,” you breathed, “Now fuck me, boys.”

“Yes ma’am.”

The two men worked in perfect harmony as he carefully reeled back just enough so they were halfway out of you before they thrust back in at the same time. You screamed in pleasure as they got bolder with their thrusts as you surrendered yourself to your lovers. They pulled back once again and pushed back in, and again you cried out in pure bliss.

Confident that you weren’t hurt, Charles and Lewis got bolder with their movements and began to thrust in and out of you in a faster rhythm. The two moved in perfect harmony as they filled you together over and over again. The feeling of all three of you together was beyond compare, and no words could describe that emotion that you all felt. Much like your first night together, the three of you just fell into place perfectly without much effort needed.

As they fucked you faster and harder, your skin tingled and heated up with the build of your climax. The hands that caressed and pleasured your body only added to the feelings, and when they filled you once more, you screamed out loudly.

“Fuck… Charles… Lewis… You guys are gonna make me cum!”

Growls from either side of you went right to your core as the hand that rubbed at your clit worked faster. Skin slapped against skin from multiple angles, and sweat lined your brow as your body warmed from the ecstasy.

With one final push, you finally fell apart as you came hard. Your entire body trembled and threatened to fall over, but the two pairs of strong arms never let that happen. The two men continued to pump themselves in and out of you until tears fell down your face.

They shifted themselves slightly so that you fell forward on top of Charles’s chest and Lewislaid out on your back. Lewis and Charles met over your shoulder, and they both knew that the other was close as well. Without a word needed, they locked lips in a passionate kiss while they snapped their hips against yours and each other until they too fell over the edge.

Charles swallowed the groan that Lewis let out as they both came at the same time, filling you even more to the brim. You whimpered as a shiver ran up your spine at the feeling, and your eyes rolled back into your head at the unbelievable feeling.

Once all three of you had no more to give, Lewis rolled over, quickly pulling out of you in the process. You let out a yelp at the sudden feeling and you lunged forward so that Charles’s cock also slipped out of you. 

You landed right in between Charles and Lewis, and the two of them immediately wrapped their arms around you. You tangled yourself with them both as you all made yourselves comfortable in your pile of limbs and emotions. No one said anything for several minutes; all of you needed to catch your breath.

It was Charles who spoke first, “You alright baby?” He asked as he peppered and kissed along the side of your face.

“Fucking amazing,” you replied breathlessly.

“Lew?” Charles looked over.

Lewis kept his eyes closed, but a silly grin stayed plastered on his face, “What she said.”

You couldn't help but burst into laughter, and the two boys quickly dissolved into laughter too. You reached over and gave Lewis a soft kiss before you turned and did the same to Charles, “Thank you both,” you whispered.

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[ghostsslutss]

welcome to my bar. whatcha ya feeling tonight? vodka? wine? or just apple juice. look at the menu and place ur order in the inbox.

credits to @bunnys-kisses x

𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

lando norris

max verstappen

fernando alonso

charles leclerc

carlos sainz

alex albon

franco colapinto

lewis hamilton

george rusell

ollie bearmen

arthur leclerc

joost klein

ski aggu

reece welsh

jordan riki

simon ghost riley

john mctavish

phillip graves

alejandro ganarcho

jude belligham

neymar jr

matt murdock

jason todd pop

nightwing

moon knight

vladimir makarov

toto wolf

homelander

billy butcher

the deep

a train

konig

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄

vodka soda - “your boyfriend wont fuck you like this”

rum and coke - “hm what was that again? speak up little one

gin and tonic - “such a good girl. aren’t you. my pretty little puppy.”

whiskey sour - “{dirty talk in their language}”

margarita - “remember, I am in complete control. your pleasure and pain are mine to give.”

mojito - “please ive been a good boy..”

long island iced tea - “fuck your going to get us caught one day aren’t you.”

tequila sunrise - “let me take care of you, let me lead, and you'll enjoy the ride.”

martini - “whos daddy’s little slut?”

cosmopolitan - “beautiful , beautiful thing aren’t you.”

daiquiri - “shut it- shut up.”

piña colada - “be quiet they will hear us.”

old fashioned - “wonder what your father think about this.”

negroni - “I'll do anything to please you, master. Just tell me what you want.”

aperol spritz - “you will address me as 'Sir' or 'Master'. is that clear?”

moscow mule - “you'll wear this collar as a symbol of your submission to me.”

paloma - “tell me your safe word, pet. I need to know your limits.”

mai tai - “thank you for the punishment. I needed it.”

amaretto sour - “please.. just let me cum.”

caipirinha - “oh fuck , your driving me crazy.”

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁?

fabric (loss of virginity)

berghain (pregancy)

space (sugar daddy au)

hï ibiza (semi to public sex)

ministry of sound (enemies to lovers)

pacha (cheating)

privilege (dom x sub)

dc10 (intoxicated sex)

amnesia (university au)

printworks (alternative au)

output (age gap)

watergate (unprotected sex)

zouk (omegaverse)

exchange la (recording)

the warehouse project (phone sex)

studio 338 (pet play)

kitkatclub (cnc)

marquee (vanilla)

cavo paradiso (car sex)

liv (dirty talk)

avant gardner (gentle sex)

warung beach club (rough sex)

drai’s (mean!drink)

tunnel (aftercare)

rex club (size kink)

cielo (doggy style)

sub club (breeding kink)

egg london (cock warming)

sound nightclub (mafia au)

tresor (dumbfication)

𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒?

fries (character x character x you)

onion rings (creator picks kinks: may be dead dove)

mozzarella sticks (creator chooses drink and club)

chips and salsa (extra spicy smut)

guacamole (more comforting smut)

[lovemomhatepolice]

holly jolly christmas! 24' (STARTING 01.12)

navigation taglist requests

hey! i know it's only november, but i'm already fully prepared for christmas and gathering strength for the marathon :)

i have many ideas, but I will gladly accept requests in the inbox! (also accepts smut, BUT WITH CHRISTMAS PLOT)

below I leave prompts (by @novelbear , @lunememes, @me-writes-prompts) that you can send me with the character you want! (I accept orders for Outer Banks and actors from it, footballers, Formula 1 drivers, Harry Potter, Marvel and Maneskin)

1. holiday scenarios by novelbear 2. holiday scenarios by lunememes

3. holiday scenarios by me-writes-prompts

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grinchy [jj maybank]

2. do you want to build a snowman? [drew starkey]

3. mistletoe [oscar piastri]

4. welcome to lapland! [rafe cameron]

5. skating lessons [theodore nott]

6. fireplace [max verstappen]

7. snowy kisses [franco colapinto]

8. christmas prank [george weasley]

9. snowball fight [fred weasley]

10. searching home [sirius black]

11. mariah careey [carlos sainz]

12. chef’s house [lando norris]

13. red marks [mattheo riddle]

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18.

19.

20.

21.

22.

23.

24. like one big family [lando norris]

25. present perfect [charles leclerc]

26.

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28.

29. hot chocolate [lorenzo berkshire]

30. warm you up [theodore nott]

31. happy new year!

[whumpthemusical]

Whump: The Musical Prompts!!

As stated before, this challenge will run from March 1- March 31, 2024. All fandoms are welcome to participate despite it being prompts based off of musicals. Once again, all types of media are allowed. This challenge has the standard "choose one for the day" style, but feel free to do all three prompts if that's what you want to do!! All types of whump are allowed, but please be respectful to your fellow audience members and properly tag it!! Some of these prompts are sensitive, so make sure you warn your readers correctly! There will be an ao3 collection and an FAQ post coming soon, so if you have any further questions or comments about this challenge, feel free to drop me a line. Happy writing, my beautiful ingénues, and enjoy the show :)))

The prompts will be listed under the cut for those who have difficulty reading fonts!!

Cats- Sabotage • Second Chances • "I Can Dream Of The Old Days."

Wicked- Mob Mentality • Propaganda • "No Good Deed Goes Unpunished."

Jesus Christ Superstar- Whipping • Betrayal • "Then I Was Inspired, Now I'm Sad And Tired."

Les Mis- Survivor's Guilt • Failure • "Drink With Me To Days Gone By."

Heathers- Poison • Reluctant Whumper • "Wanna fight for me?"

Newsies- Chronic Pain • Exploitation • "Let 'Em Laugh In My Face, I Don't Care."

The Last Five Years- Infidelity • Gaslighting • "I Will Not Lose Because You Can't WIn."

Hadestown- Deals • Doomed Narrative • "Doubt Comes In."

Sweeney Todd- False Imprisonment • Razors • "Have You Decided It's Safer In Cages?"

Rent- Substance Abuse • Poverty • "Feels Too Much Damn Like Home."

Bare: A Pop Opera- Outing • Religious Trauma • "Please, See Me."

Waitress- Unplanned Pregnancy • Abuse • "She Is Broken And Won't Ask For Help."

Tick Tick Boom- Atychiphobia • Working To Exhaustion • "Is This Real Life?"

Dear Evan Hansen- Deception • Broken Bone • "Words Fail."

West Side Story- Star-Crossed Lovers • Prejudices • "A Boy Who Kills Cannot Love."

Come From Away- Stranded • Aftermath • "Blankets And Bedding And Maybe Some Food."

Spring Awakening- Withheld Information • Suicide  • "I Don't Scream, Though I Know It's Wrong."

Hamilton- Hurricane  • Dueling • "I Will Kill Your Friends And Family To Remind You Of My Love."

Falsettos- Sickness • Identity Issues • "Death Is Not A Friend."

Into The Woods- Blame • Lost • "Nothing But A Vast Midnight."

The Great Comet- Abduction • Letters • "Did You Love That Bad Man?"

In The Heights- Grief • Homesickness • "I Know That I'm Letting You Down."

Be More Chill- Mind Manipulation • Panic Attack • "Everything About Me Makes Me Want To Die."

Moulin Rouge- Class Differences • Sex Work • "Come What May."

Chicago- Cold Blood • Trial • "He Had It Coming."

Six- Execution • Trauma Bonding • "Playtime's Over."

Ride The Cyclone- Unexpected Tragedy • Forgotten Whumpee • "I Hear The Anguish Of The Street."

The Rocky Horror Show- Obsession • Wrong Place, Wrong Time • "I've Seen Blue Skies Through The Tears."

Nerdy Prudes Must Die- Bullying • Ritual • "Who Will Pray For You?"

Jekyll And Hyde- Duality • Good Vs Evil • "If I Die, You'll Die."

Phantom Of The Opera- Disfiguration • Shunned • "My Power Over You Grows Stronger Yet."

[verdemint]

“That reminds me of Bahrain and Abu Dhabi”

“Is that the crazy race we had with Nico?”

[lsunstreakerl]

for kink prompt...SH!verse, the possessive jealous threesome that never was with max charles + lewis. either it actually happening or max riling charles up by talking about it 😎

1.9k words because they spend too much time yapping. kink prompt fill! SH lestappen and the threesome that never was. explicit, obviously.

pairings: charles leclerc/max verstappen, (in spirit) lewis hamilton/charles leclerc/max verstappen

relevant heads up: slight feminization? in a little bit of a derogatory way but that's more so a thing Max isn't willing to admit he likes. I think the most outrageous thing here is charles taking a picture without asking (but it doesn't go anywhere except the private folder on his phone)

"Max, are you mad at me?"

Max is currently firmly on his side of the bed, trying very hard not to be mad at Charles.

It's not even anger, it's just-

"No."

Charles sighs, half rolling over to drape an arm across his waist.

"I don't believe you."

Three points to Charles, because despite how he's behaving, apparently he isn't an idiot.

"That is because I am lying."

There's a beat of silence. Charles is clearly giving him space to elaborate, and Max is very clearly not interested in elaborating, because it's stupid.

Charles grips his waist and rolls them, settling them so that Max is facing him, even though he's avoiding eye contact.

"Chéri- I cannot fix it if you don't talk to me."

Max frowns.

"I thought you'd be more interested in talking to Lewis."

Charles makes a face like he's swallowed a lemon, and it's the closest to unattractive Max has ever seen him, which makes him feel slightly better.

"What?"

Well, Max has already gone and stuck his foot in his mouth, why not make it worse.

"Since you two have been so cozy lately."

The root of the problem here is that Max is acting like a jealous, bitchy WAG. Ferrari had done some dumb clothing collaboration for the winter, and it had involved Charles and Lewis and a fucking log cabin. With one bed.

"Max, what are you-"

Max tries to roll back over, but Charles snags him around the waist, pulling him back in. Max ducks his head down, catches his teeth around the edge of Charles' collarbone and nips.

"Ow- Max. What do you mean by that?"

Max keeps his head down.

"Your stupid winter ad went out today, and everyone on the internet is talking about how you are both 'so boyfriend coded' and it is stupid."

Charles is quiet for a moment, and Max is sure he's coming up with some kind of apology, appropriately dramatic for the situation.

Charles laughs.

Max practically gives himself whiplash yanking his head back, eyes narrowed.

"Sorry- Max, baby, I am sorry, really, it is just-"

Max groans and rolls away. Yes, it's stupid. Yes, he knows. Yes, Charles would rather step on a slobbery dog toy than get in bed with Lewis. Still.

"Chéri, come back-"

Charles can barely speak through his laughter, and Max flips him off as he stalks out of the bedroom.

Stupid boyfriend. He turns his head slightly, calling out over his shoulder in a parting shot.

"Maybe I should go dig up the tweets from 2021, where everyone was talking about how Lewis bends me over after every race- see how you feel then."

The laughter abruptly cuts off, and Max has to fight not to choke on his own sudden giggle.

He turns to poke his head back through the doorway, and Charles is sitting up, duvet pooled around his waist, eyes narrowed.

"I'm sorry, what tweets?"

Oh- oh Charles doesn't know.

Max can't stop the smug grin playing at his lips as he tugs his phone out of his pocket.

"You did not see them? It was practically every weekend Charlie, all these accounts saying Lewis puts me in my place after every race, or that I was just being bratty- Lando sent me one that called Lewis my dom once-"

Max lights up, delighted at the way Charles' face has gone shadowy. This whole thing could have been avoided if he'd just apologized.

"I mean, really- if everyone thought he and I were fucking, and now you and him are fucking, we should just invite him in, see if he fucks as good as his reputation."

"Max."

Charles' voice is dark, and Max freezes. When he looks up, Charles' eyes are locked onto his, and they don't waver as he speaks.

"Leave your phone on the counter, and then you're coming back to bed."

Max hadn't intended to make Charles act like... this.

He's not complaining. He drops his phone off on the dresser before making his way back onto the bed, and his knee has barely hit the mattress before Charles is manhandling him, laying him out flat with his wrists pinned above him.

"You can still apologize for that, and we can pretend it didn't happen."

Max is not fucking apologizing, if anything Charles needs to apologize, for doing such a stupid photoshoot.

He raises his chin.

"Maybe you want him on the phone to hear it also? I can moan his name very easily as well, want to hear-"

Charles grips his jaw hard, bringing his teeth down into the meat of Max's shoulder, and Max gasps, jerks at his hands, but Charles keeps them held firm.

"Don't be a whore, Max."

Max hates how those words, in that tone, is rapidly making him hard, pressing his hips up into Charles.

"You really think you would want Lewis here? You want him to see you beg for fingers, start crying on my cock? You want him to see how desperate you get to be full, the way you fall apart if I don't give you something when I'm done?"

Max tilts his head back, because Charles' tone is dark, and he's still holding his jaw in his hand, but Max is grinning.

"Maybe he would fuck me better. Maybe he would not tease, maybe he would not even-"

Charles shoves three fingers into his mouth and Max gags, knows he's dug his own grave.

"What if I said you were right? What if I called him right now, left the phone next to you on the pillow and edged you all night?"

Charles scoffs, pulling his fingers out and wrestling Max's shorts off, pressing his thighs apart, and Max moans.

"You- you would not, you get too impatient to get your dick in me-"

Charles presses his thumb meanly into the tip of Max's cock, and Max jerks underneath him.

"Fuck, you're as wet as a girl, aren't you baby? You want it that bad? You really are a whore, if this is all it takes."

Max twists underneath him, thighs flexing.

"No- no, it is not-"

"Right, of course not. You'd probably love if I called him over, let him see you fucked out and messy. Maybe I'd let him have my sloppy seconds when I'm done with you, yes?"

Max's face is violently red, and he didn't mean for any of this, the way he's so hard it hurts, the way Charles isn't fucking stretching him, the way his words are ringing in his ears.

He opens his mouth to respond, but Charles flicks his wrist again, and Max's head flies back into the pillowcase.

"Charlie,"

Charles continues talking over him, like Max hadn't said anything at all.

"He seems like a tits guy, and you've got plenty."

"They're not-"

Max hates when Charles calls them... that. It makes something in his gut churn, makes him feel hot. He squirms underneath Charles, wants to hide his face or have his hands back, but Charles doesn't give him the option.

Charles laughs at him again, lowers his head around one of Max's pecs and bites, and Max's hips jerk up off the bed, legs wrapping around Charles as tears bead at his eyes.

"Hurts, Charles please, please I didn't mean it-"

Charles lets go, bringing his head back up to kiss Max, wet and filthy and messy.

"I thought you wanted Lewis, no?"

Max bites at Charles' lower lip, pulling him in with his legs to grind against him.

"You- I want you, fuck me, please."

Charles squeezes his wrists together for a moment, grinning against his skin.

"See, I would, but-"

He presses Max back into the mattress, sucking hickies into his throat where they'll be impossible to hide.

"-you are being a brat."

Max moans, half out of desperation and half out of frustration, fruitlessly grinding his hips up for friction. It's not enough.

"Please, I was-"

Charles squeezes at the base of Max's cock, long fingers wrapped around him, and Max could cry. He's not getting fucked tonight. He'll be lucky if he gets off at all.

Charles must be able to see the resignation on his face, and he laughs at him as he brushes his fingers across Max's tip- gets them wet and sticky before bringing them back up to his lips.

"Suck."

Max lets his mouth drop open, and he's trying not to cry around Charles' fingers, even as he can feel Charles rutting against his hip, because it's not fair-

Charles tenses, groaning as his fingers press deep into Max's mouth, grazing the back of his throat. Max gags, feels sticky and wet and hot, and he's not going to come tonight, but Charles still looks so pretty above him.

He's still trying to swallow down the excess saliva when Charles pulls his fingers out, wiping them against Max's cheek.

Charles leans over him, grabbing his phone off the dresser before sitting back on his heels, and Max is still so pent up, so close to coming he really thinks all it would take it just a bit of pressure.

Max doesn't realize for a second until he hears the shutter noise, and then it hits him- Charles has taken a picture of him, debauched and messy, desperate and wanting.

"Oh, oh don't send that-"

Charles huffs a laugh, tossing the phone down by Max as he lets go of his wrists.

"If you want to get off so bad you can call Lewis and beg him."

Max whimpers, because he doesn't fucking want Lewis, he wants Charles.

"You, just you, I only want-"

Charles brushes his fingers lightly against Max's hip, so close to where he wants him, but not close enough.

"That's right."

"Please."

Charles grins down at him, gorgeous and beautiful and terribly mean.

"You can beg prettier than that."

Max feels tears sliding down his cheeks, and he's so close, he might even get there just by Charles taking that humiliating tone with him.

"Please, please get me off, please let me come, only you- I never wanted anyone else, just for you, Charles please-"

"There we go."

Charles finally wraps his fingers back around Max's cock, and Max sobs, gasping as Charles jerks his wrist, and then he's done, feels his own come painting stripes across his stomach, trembling underneath Charles' hands.

"That's it, there you are."

Charles carefully strokes him through it, letting go right before it tips into overstimulation, leaning down to gently kiss Max.

"You were so good for me, you are so beautiful like this, I love you."

Max steadies his breathing, tugs Charles into him to hide his face in his neck.

"Thank you, thank you, I'm sorry-"

Charles presses a kiss into his hair.

"Nothing to be sorry for, unless you actually want Lewis in the bedroom."

The post-nut clarity is starting to hit, and Max recoils slightly.

"Eugh-"

Charles bursts into laughter, peppering kisses on Max's face and cheeks, dropping one on his nose.

"So now it is not okay? You are ridiculous, did you know that?"

Max turns his nose up, avoiding eye contact.

"I of course do not know what you're talking about. I was very mature about the whole thing."

Charles squawks, looking affronted.

"This whole thing started because of you-"

Max is going to pretend he doesn't know what he's talking about.

[ssentimentals]

last one i promise last one!!!! soft prompt 35 with lewis.... the prompt is magical just like lewis thats it thank u for your services and i will not bother u more take your time luv u nini <3

ahahaha i'm always happy to write for f1, babes. can't really thank you enough for sending in these requests! and i agree how very LEWIS this prompt it💜 i'm sorry for taking so long with it as well :( hopefully you will like it!

fluff prompt: 'you are woman, that alone makes you magic.'

this shouldn't be so stressful. you are fully aware that you're spiraling, can feel how negative thoughts multiply and start casting a shadow on more positive ones and you have no idea how to break this cycle. the pressure is immense and it weighs heavily on your shoulders - you can't let people down, not when their expectations hang in the air as glaring reminders of how much everyone everyone relies on you. just when anxiety starts bubbling in the pit of your stomach two strong arms wrap around your waist, pushing you closer till your back collides with a warm and sturdy chest. lewis's lips instantly find your neck and you melt in his hold, sighing loudly. he chuckles, lips going upward until they reach your temple. 'what is it, love?'

you don't answer. lewis is your rock and his support is unconditional, but it's hard to put everything you're feeling into words. you just feel so much, too much - it's almost like this in itself is a problem. lewis, of course, gets you even when you don't say a word. 'are you scared of letting all these people down?' he asks, tone gentle.

you nod, relaxing in his hold. 'they trust me so much and right now it feels like for me not to fuck up i need some kind of miracle, some magic to happen.'

lewis kisses your temple and gently but firmly turns you around so you can face him. he hates seeing you like this because you should never doubt yourself - you are sun, stars and the moon; a universe in which you let people down simply doesn't exist. he wishes you knew that just like he does. cradling your face in his palms, he looks at you adoringly: 'you are magic, baby. you are the epitome of the miracle. don't doubt yourself, please. you're going to crush it out there and deep down you know it.'

his words wrap around you like an armor, sheltering you from all the negative thoughts. you smile, feeling incredibly lucky to have a boyfriend like him. 'i am magic?' you ask, smiling softly.

lewis nods, pleased that traces of doubts are slowly erasing from your expression. 'you are woman, that alone makes you magic.' he leans in, brushing your lips with his. 'you are also my woman and that makes you a miracle.'

you giggle, kissing him sweetly. lewis kisses back instantly, never being the one to turn down an opportunity to get a little taste. his hands move from your face to your hips and he squeezes them tightly before letting go. 'i am so proud of you,' he whispers into your lips. 'you are going to be amazing out there.'

'i love you, lew.' you whisper back, emotional. 'so much.'

he grins, hugging you tight. 'me too. love you even more, sweets.'

when you walk on stage several moments later, your knees are not weak and your confidence is not fake. his words 'you are magic' play in your head like a catchy tune. when you look down, you find lewis in the crowd, looking at you with pride shining so bright in his eyes, it almost blinds you. you smile at him and he smiles right back, clapping the loudest when you accept your award. it may be your imagination, but magic shimmers in the air as you breathe in.

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

[f1llolst]

I need a fic where Nico Rosberg is the grid dad of all the younger drivers (Lando, Oscar, Logan, Alex, Lance etc. (+Max because who wouldn’t adopt max???) without the older drivers knowing (Jenson knows because he and Britney are bestieees). And the older drivers think they are their grid dads. So Charles (he isn’t Nico’s grid kid because seb) thinks Oscar is his grid kid and Lewis thinks max and lando are his and Fernando has lance and Logan (in my head it makes sense).

So one day they all hang out in someone’s drivers room and Max is having a panic attack and their Lewis and the other grid dads can’t calm him down and Oscar is like “I’m going to get mom” (it’s what they all collectively call Nico to tease him) and the grid dads are confused because why would Oscar get Nicole piastri? And suddenly Oscar walks in with freaking Nico Britney Rosberg in tow who quickly calms down all his kids ( they all started to freak out because they couldn’t stop max panic attack)

And that’s how they all found out they share the custody of their grid kids.

[annewithaneofthegreengable]

Kinktober - Day 2

2nd — choking, Lewis Hamilton

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Cat and mouse. You’d spent your life running from Lewis, all while trying to catch up with him, consider him both some sort of your admiration, an idol, no less but at the same time all you want to do is to beat him up, to be the only one beside Michael Schumacher to match up with him, 7 titles. You did try to put him in the back of your mind, but he was everywhere you went. He is still there on the track, fighting neck to neck with you every weekend. He is there during the drivers’ parade, in the debriefing room, in Monaco, he is even your neighbour. And you hated it, you hated him for having haunted you in your sleep, your mind, even your body almost every second you were awake or asleep. But how can you stop it? You can’t. Not when it comes to Lewis Hamilton anyway. Instead, you have a big fat crush on him. 

You’ve felt it for a while now, this strange tension. It’s always been there, bubbling beneath the surface whenever you’re near him. The world sees your rivalry, two fierce competitors battling it out for glory on the track, but they don’t see the real war—the one that takes place inside you every single day. You despise him, don’t you? Or at least, you try to. But there’s something magnetic about him, something you can’t shake. You tell yourself it’s just the competition, that burning desire to be better, to prove that you’re the one who belongs at the top. And yet, it’s more than that, isn’t it? It’s the way he carries himself, the confidence in his every move, every word. He doesn’t just race to win—he is the race, the man who’s conquered everything in his path, and no matter how hard you try, you can’t ignore that. You’re used to pressure, to the heat of the moment, to the roar of engines and the sting of sweat in your eyes as you push yourself harder, faster, always looking for that apex. But when it comes to him—Lewis—it’s different. The pressure comes from inside, twisting in your gut, tightening in your chest. It’s like an itch you can’t scratch, a need you can’t quite name. Every glance across the paddock, every shared moment in front of the cameras or behind closed doors feels like an unspoken challenge. And God, you hate it. You hate that he gets to you in ways no one else can. But underneath the frustration, there’s something else—something darker, something that pulls at you in the quiet moments when no one’s looking. 

At least that’s what you thought. You thought all your glances were discreet, but he noticed it all.  The way your eyes lingered just a little too long when he entered the room. The soft smile that played on your lips when you thought no one was looking. Even the moments when you'd glance away quickly, your pulse quickening, pretending to focus on something else. He saw it all, every flicker of interest, every moment of hesitation. You didn't realize how often his eyes found you, how he'd quietly observe the subtle shift in your expression when your gazes accidentally met. He never said anything. Just let it unfold in silence, a game only he seemed to be playing. 

Back to now, you had your hands on your steering wheels, eyes locked onto the track waiting for 5 red lights to go out. There were 5 races left. It is the United States Grand Prix. You knew this was going to be a difficult race but you knew your team was going to get you through the race quickly and safely. Everything felt super surreal to you at the moment. You were ready. You knew this race was going to be a good one. You felt it in your bones. All of a sudden it was “lights out and away we go!”. Everything was going well until lap 49. You and Lewis had been battling all race long. Suddenly,  your car was hit from the left side and the next thing you know, you and Lewis were all done for the race, with no points at all. you’re both fuming when you head back to the paddock, Lewis comes to your driver’s room and knocks on the door, which you assume that it’s someone from your team looking for you so you open the door

“What the hell do you want?” you scowl at him. 

“An apology would be better, Lewis says, pushing his way into your room while you scoff at him, shutting the door behind you. 

“An apology for what? I assume it is you who owes me an apology.” 

“You fucked up my race, you took both of us out.”

“Me?! you crashed into me!” 

you go back and forth like that for a couple of minutes before your back is slammed against the wall

“God do you ever shut up?” Lewis asks

“Make me then,” you say.

Neither of you could deny the sexual tension between the two of you that had been growing more and more with each race weekend. So when your lips crashed onto one another, neither of you were surprised. You can practically feel the tension still radiating from his body; his muscles taught and flexing, rippling underneath his skin where it was flush against yours. Barley a minute Lewis is now shoving you against the wall. 

"You drive me crazy... " He whispers huskily in your ear as his hands slowly trail down your backside, gripping you tightly. Lewis then picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist, carrying you over to the couch, where he gently lays you down.

He crawls over you on the couch, his muscular body pinning you down. Lewis's intense green eyes bore into yours, filled with lust and barely contained desire. “You've been teasing me all season, haven't you?” His voice is low and gravelly as he grinds his hips against yours.

His hands slide under your racing suit, caressing the soft skin of your thighs. Lewis leans down, his lips brushing against your neck as he inhales your scent. “God, you smell incredible…” He places hot, open-mouthed kisses along your throat, his teeth grazing your pulse point.

Lewis's hands roam your body possessively as he kisses you deeply, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours. He groans into the kiss, his hardening length pressing insistently against your core through the thin fabric of your racing suit. “I want you so badly..”

“Then have me.” You whisper back while your fingers gripping onto his broad back. 

With a growl, Lewis shreds your racing suit, baring your skin to his touch. He rains kisses all over your body, his hands mapping out every curve and contour. When he finally settles between your thighs, he looks up at you with fire in his eyes. “You're mine.”

“I think I have already been yours since before I knew it.”

Lewis's expression softens briefly before a hungry grin spreads across his face. He leans down and kisses you slowly, sensually, as he slowly enters you. He pauses to allow you to adjust before beginning to move, his hips rolling in a rhythm that drives you both wild. “Say it again…”

“I’m yours, Lewis. As long as you have me.”

With a satisfied groan, Lewis buries himself deep inside you, his movements becoming more frantic as he loses himself in the feeling of being reunited with you. He captures your mouth in a bruising kiss, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pounds into you. 

“Mine... You're mine…”

You feel a surge of emotion wash over you as you realize that despite the tension between you and Lewis on the track, he still considers you are his. The passion between you intensifies, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer.

“No one else fucks you this good, isn’t that right baby?” Lewis whispers darkly against your ear.

You attempt to sound an answer to his question, but all that ends up leaving your mouth is a pathetic mewl as he fucks you even harder, slamming into you. 

One of his hands then snakes to your front, gliding up your body until his fingers wrap around your throat. His eyes are dark with an intense lust, a slight anger that you’d probably find frightening if it wasn’t so arousing. 

“Answer me, sweetheart,” he seethes. “Use your words,” he commands with unquestionable authority. 

His fingers squeeze your throat for a second, a promise of what was to come, a challenge to try and answer his question.

“Y-yes,” you barely manage croak, your voice breathy.

“Yes, what?” He snarls, his teeth scraping across the delicate skin of your ear.

“No one fucks me… fucks me as good as you,” you whisper brokenly, your eyes wide and pleading as you look back at him.

Lewis keeps his hand around your neck as he continues to fuck you. His eyes locked with yours, Lewis tightens his grip on your throat, not enough to cut off your air supply, but just enough to make you feel dominated. 

“Fuck, you gonna come, baby. You love it with my hand on your throat, don’t you,” he said. 

Your face turns red from the lack of oxygen and the intense pleasure. You nod eagerly, digging your nails into his shoulder. The tension between you two on the track may have been fierce, but in the room, it was even hotter.

Lewis tightens his grip slightly, his muscular arm flexing with the effort. He leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he growls. “That's it, take it like the champ you are. I know you can handle it.”

He squeezes your throat a bit harder, cutting off your air supply completely for a few seconds before releasing it. You gasp desperately for breath, your body shaking with the effort. “Fuck, you look so pretty when you can't breathe,” he says, his voice dripping with lust.

Your vision starts to blur and you feel yourself losing consciousness, but the pressure on your cervix and the lack of oxygen keep you on the edge of orgasm.

With a final, brutal thrust, he slams into you and tightens his hand around your throat.Stars explode in your vision as the lack of oxygen and the force of your release hit you at the same time. He collapses on top of you, his breath hot on your neck as he nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder. He loosens his grip on your throat, allowing you to drag in ragged breaths. "Good girl," he purrs softly, planting a gentle kiss on your neck.

He rolls off of you, pulling you close to his sweat-slicked body. His strong arms wrap around you possessively. "You're mine now, you know that? I don't care about the track, about our rivalry. In here, you belong to me."

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[thisismeracing]

#9 with Lewis!

coming right up! ✍🏾🫶🏾

From the Quick Prompt List: 9. “Can you come pick me up?”

word count: 0.5k

pairing: reader (she/her pronouns) x lewis hamilton

warnings: mentions of alcohol, club and a bit of tooth-rotting fluff.

It was past midnight, Yn's friends were somewhere in the middle of the club drinking and dancing, and she was way too tired and tipsy to bother leaving the bar. Her body was achy after working all day and she only agreed to come because it has been forever since they went out together, but right now, Yn was starting to regret not going home.

She watched as the lights flicked again, the neon hurting her eyes and making her dizziness worse. Her phone buzzed with a random notification that lit up her screen and she stared at the picture of her boyfriend and his dog, her favorite picture of them, her lock screen.

Yn didn't think too much before getting up and dialing his number from heart while walking to the back entrance where the sound of the loud music was muffled.

"Hi, Lew, can you come pick me up?" she mumbled pressing the device closer to her ear. It wasn't common for Yn to ask him favors, although Lewis would hardly consider it a favor, but the fact was: Yn did not like to ask Lewis things, she did not like to "be a bother" and it doesn't matter how many times he would tell her that she was not bothering and that he would gladly do anything for her, she still would take forever before giving in. That's why he was confused when she asked him to pick her up, because she was out with friends in a club located 40min from his house.

"Yeah, babe, I'm on my way, but is everything ok?" he asked, already grabbing his keys and wallet.

Yn nodded but then remembered he couldn't see her.

"I'm fine, just not really in the mood to party. I'm too tipsy and there's too much light and too much noise, I just wanna get home to you and Roscoe," she explains.

Lewis stops for a second once again, because that was another first. She was referring to his house as "home" and she wanted to get back to him and Roscoe. His heart pulsed faster.

"Do you want me to stay with you on the line? Are you sure you're safe?" he asked, getting inside his car and starting the engine.

"I am ok, but if you could stay on the line I would appreciate it."

"Anything for you, gorgeous," he answered and she smiled lazily. "I'm making it there in 20 ok?"

"But it's a 40min drive," she stated.

"I'm making it in twenty," he repeated, and sure enough in twenty minutes his park was outside the club. Yn found her friends on the dance floor and bid her goodbye before running to her boyfriend. Lewis was leaning against the car, arms crossed, eyes cast on the door as if waiting for her to show up, and when she did his face lit up in a small grin.

"You're absolutely the best, I am so sorry for-"

"You won't ever bother me, Yn. I would pick you up in hell if you asked me to, I love you," he whispers.

Yn smiles hugging him closer and tighter. She was already home although they were still 40min away from his house.

Hope you guys like it -insert here messsage about liking, reblogging, ranting on my inbox, letting me know your thoughts etc etc etc- byeee *mwah*

[ineedtherapydesperately]

I'M BACK ON MY SONG FIC PROMPT THINGO BULLSHIT 🫶

dear theodosia ella thoughts inspired by the idea @strugglingsapphic added to my crack hamilton post :D

the theodosia part is dedicated to chloe purely so ella sings "loOK aT mY sON" at chad. this is canon and I don't make the rules. ( @bigmilk-13 please make it a presidential decree or smth)

*father's name

but like ughhh chloe is ella's BABY, her little pumpkin, and ella will do ANYTHING to keep her from witnessing the horrors of the real world. every time chloe cries, ella can feel her heart break a little more. she'll make sure that her little chloe NEVER has to want for anything, that she NEVER has to experience the way ella grew up. and if chloe ends up a little too spoiled, a little too opinionated, well, that's okay—as long as she doesn't have to face a dark and lonely and cold world. as long as she has people around her who love her for who she is, who support her and who would never abandon her.

ella does it for chloe, maybe a little bit for herself, but also for bridget—bridget, her once bright star and first love, the one who grew cold and callous and jaded because she was betrayed one too many times, and it's all ella's fault goddamnit. but she can't change the past, so she'll make sure that history isn't repeated through her daughter. for bridget.

domestic life really never was ella's style, not with the way she grew up. she hates it, hates the false pretense of 'family', she hates the pain, the terror and the utter helplessness she was made to suffer through daily. but for chad, for chloe, ella is willing to put her reservations aside. she's willing to be as domestic as it gets, to be the mother she never had. and, well, if her thoughts sometimes stray to a younger bridget, crying in ella's arms after another harsh few days spent with the queen of hearts, well, nobody needs to know. but know this. ella vows to be a better mother than the ones she saw growing up.

and god, whenever ella sees chloe smile?? she falls apart, overwhelmed by the love and protectiveness she feels. this is who she's fighting for, this is who she's protecting from the world. this is her little girl, her baby, and she will always fight to protect that smile. ella thinks back on her younger self, so determined to avoid domesticity and family and commitment. she was so stupid, back then. she won't make the same mistakes again. she can't make the same mistakes again.

ella and chad feels 🫶

this is ella's firstborn, her first attempt at breaking the cycle. chad is ella's everything, her little prince, her baby boy. every time she looks at him, she can only feel an immense surge of pride—something stronger than pride, even. he's so charming, that chad, even as just a mere baby. every smile, every giggle, undoes ella and she's so, so enchanted with her baby.

she's going to give him everything she possibly can, all the opportunities she missed out on growing up. the friends, the food, the money, the material goods—anything and everything. chad will NEVER be left wanting for anything, he'll always be warm and well fed and have a place to sleep. ella vows this. and if he ends up growing up a bit too spoiled, like all the royalty she hated back in the merlin academy? ella ignores it, because he deserves the chance to just be normal and have a normal childhood, without the pressure of anything else. because chad is the crown prince, and ella has seen first hand what that pressure can do to someone. ella has seen just what happens when someone succumbs it, and she has seen the ramifications of not having someone to lean on when it happens. so ella makes sure that chad has a strong support system, because this is her damn son and she's going to make sure that history never repeats itself again.

daddy issues!! (no but fr a few days ago I very loudly whispered 'daddy issues' during the part in hamilton when he says 'don't call me son!' the silence was palpable and I'm still embarrassed bc it wasn't supposed to come out that loudly)

but wow, look at ella go, breaking the cycle once again! she'll always be there for her babies, because she grew up lost, with an absent father who was never there when she needed him the most. ella refuses to let this be reality for her children, and if she has to break into the council room to steal christopher from the meeting so that he can say goodnight to their babies and tuck them into bed with her, she fucking will. the council is used to it by now, and are no longer offended—it's hard to be, when christopher drops his charming demeanour and threatens the first and last person to complain about ella, at sword point. he leaves a small, barely noticeable but definitely present scar as a reminder.

and sometimes ella sits in on those very meetings as well, because she's determined to change the very foundation of cinderellasburg, to keep her children safe, to make sure that nobody else ever has to grow up like she did. and the council doesn't protest, which probably has nothing to do with the way christopher casually twirls a dagger between his fingers, eyeing each and every one of them with a pleasant smile and a threatening gleam in his eyes. and ella can't help but feel a bit bittersweet, because finally, she's changing the system, the way she and bridget had always dreamt about back in the merlin academy. but there is no bridget by her side, not anymore. and ella can't blame her for that.

chad and chloe are the new blood, the next generation. the united states of auradon has been around only slightly longer than they've been alive—it's literally a new nation, and they're the future leaders. ella will make sure that she hands down a good kingdom to them, and if she has to bleed for it, she doesn't care. if she has to die for it, so be it. cinderellasburg will uphold it's damn morals and convictions, even if it's the last thing she ever does. because her children, her little prince and her little pumpkin, deserve nothing less. she raises them to be good people, to have strong morals, to always, always, do good.

which is why ella refuses to kneel. she holds her head high, and accepts the face of death, staring the consequences of her mistakes and inaction in the eyes, and she does it for her children. for chad and chloe. for chloe and chad.

this accidentally turned too angsty but I just had to slip in some bridgella oops 🎀 doomed wlw you have my heart

this has been marinating in my drafts for several days now I have so many songs in my drafts but none of them are comprehensible so. they might get released in the future who knows

edit bc i forgot auradon prep didn't exist yet :D if you came from a repost mb g

[amityandeir]

This may be an unpopular opinion, the finances regarding F1 are absolutely insane in general, but the amounts drivers get payed are fucking ridiculous.

Billion dollar deals, 100.000.000$ for Lewis going to Ferrari.

Sure, we don't actually know the exact amounts drivers actually get payed, but we DO know it's unnecessary much.

I get why they get compensated VERY well, their job is high risk and demands a lot of them, plus the career is usually short, so the pay needs to balance that out. But not over 10.000.000 a year well???

We all know most of the drivers are spoiled little rich boys even before getting into the sport, but still.

It's honestly why I have very little tolerance for drivers whining about their job, because again, this might be unpopular, other jobs are riskier, put more of a strain on someone's body, are in general more demanding and to be completely honest more important to society, yet don't get compensated anywhere close as well.

[soineffablygay]

we watched the whole cars trilogy last night and ofc i immediately went to look for formula one / cars movie fanfics and i am shocked to report that there seems to be not a single fanfiction that puts formula one drivers into the cars 1 storyline of getting lost in a small town having to interact with locals while actually needing to prepare for a race, but unexpectedly not only finding guidance and mentorship but also falling in love with one of the locals.

[mrspiastri]

valentine’s day special!! [closed]

i decided to do a little drabble series for valentine’s day! it’s a bit late but i will write even post V-day since i think these prompts are super cute. so just pick a prompt [or two ;)] + a driver + and any trope you’d like (or you could leave up to the writer’s choice!).

eg: (prompt 15 + lando + enemies to lovers)

any additional suggestions can also be added. <4

prompts by @mrspiastri 🩷 (pls credit if u use!!)

1. “I didn’t believe in love at first sight. But then you smiled at me, and suddenly, nothing else made sense.”

2. “Tell me to stay, and I swear I’ll never leave.”

3. “I don’t need grand gestures. Just knowing you love me is enough.”

4. “Every time you look at me like that, I forget how to breathe.”

5. “You make even the ordinary moments feel magical.”

6. “If loving you is a mistake, then it’s my favorite one.”

7. “I was trying to play it cool, but then you smiled, and now I’m a lost cause.”

8. “You make me want to be a better person. Not because I have to, but because you deserve the best of me.”

9. “Even on my worst days, you make me feel like I’m worth loving.”

10. “You do realize you’re completely stealing my heart right now, don’t you?”

11. “You forgot.”

12. “Tell me you don’t love me, and I’ll walk away.”

13. “I wish I had never met you… because now I don’t know how to live without you.”

14. “You look happy.” “I am.” “You deserve it.”

15. “I don’t need a perfect Valentine’s Day. I just need you.”

16. “You planned all this?”

17. “I used to think Valentine’s Day was overrated. And then I met you.”

18. “I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time. I just didn’t realize it until now.”

19. “I don’t want a Valentine’s gift. I want the truth.”

20. “I tried to bake you a cake, but it… sort of caught on fire.”

21. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for the right moment to say this… I love you.”

22. “I had a whole speech prepared about how much I love you, but then you walked in looking all cute, and now my brain is just… static.”

23. “I thought it would be romantic to serenade you, but I forgot I can’t sing, and now everyone in this restaurant is judging me.”

24. “So, uh… do you wanna be my Valentine? No pressure, though. I mean, lots of pressure, but like, in a cute way.”

25. “You make my heart race. No, I mean literally. I think I’m having an actual heart attack.”

[yomawari]

Some old Jamilton warm-up sketches that I never posted. More spicy ones under the cut.

[whumpthemusical]

Who out there is ready to be included in the sequel and step back into the limelight? Curtains are rising again on December 1, 2024 at 7 PM EST. We hope to see you soon, ingénues 🎭