#hamilton prompt

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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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[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)

[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."

[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.

[ratsnu]

that awkward moment right before you embark on the “walk of shame” back to your quarters after sleeping with the guy you hate (aka hamilton) (its noon) (they cuddled and slept in) (everyone is gonna notice)

[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.

[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

[yomawari]

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

[annewithaneofthegreengable]

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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[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 🎭

[sequinsandfins]

For the micro story prompt, perhaps (15) trembling hands for dewis? <3

Thanks for the prompt anon! I think I might have been slightly influenced by the fact it’s a cooler evening here. Hope you like it! 386 words. Prompts here

Daniel’s hands are visibly trembling when Lewis stumbles upon him hugging himself, clearly trying to keep warm.

“Danny? What are you doing?”

“Trying to keep warm? What the fuck does it look like?” Daniel’s teeth chatter together.

Lewis furrows his brow in concern. He reaches out and takes Daniel by the arm, herding him towards his own driver's room.

Mercedes has thankfully kept the heating on in the small room but Lewis is still concerned at the way Daniel doesn’t seem to be warming up.

“Strip,” he demands.

“Uh, excuse me?!” Daniel takes a step back and Lewis just rolls his eyes.

“You’re too cold. We need to warm you up. Just take off those gloves and your jacket,” Lewis explains. He steps forward to help push Daniel’s jacket off his shoulders and he feels a shiver run through Daniel’s body.

Lewis shrugs off his own jacket, leaving himself in just a t-shirt and jeans, and brings Daniel’s cold trembling hands up and slides them under his remaining clothes.

Daniel’s hands are ice cold against his skin and Lewis stomach clenches at the sensation. But he ignores it and steps closer to Daniel, bringing his arms further around his body.

“Uh.” Daniel starts but Lewis shushes him as he wraps his own arms under Daniel’s armpits, hugging him close.

“I’m warming you up.” Lewis says softly. Daniel’s face is close to his and Lewis tilts his head, letting his hot breath land on Daniel’s neck.

Daniel sucks in a short intake of air as Lewis feels his hands flex against the smooth plane of his back.

Lewis realises he hasn’t thought this through as his initial concern melts away and he’s left with the acute feeling of his body pressed up against Danny’s.

Intimately.

Lewis is trying to work out how to extract himself from Daniel’s embrace without embarrassing himself, when he feels soft fingertips begin to travel up and down his back.

This time it’s Lewis who is unable to contain a slight whine when Daniel stops moving his hands. And even though he can’t see, he knows there’s a smirk gracing Daniel’s beautiful face as the movements start up again, this time travelling further south.

Daniel’s hands are no longer trembling but Lewis now wants to feel Daniel’s whole body trembling under his own.

[starlightiing]

🤍 with gewis pretty please

🤍 kiss at the wedding / milestone - Gewis

@ohblimeygeorge

This is my first Gewis ever so ahh!! I'm really nervous and I hope this is okay! Sorry for the wait, my nerves got to me.

Alcohol is buzzing in his veins as his heart thrums along to the beat of a rather energetic song the DJ is playing. He isn't drunk at all, far from it, in fact, simply riding the high of a gentle buzz and the overwhelming happiness this day has brought to him.

Sometimes, if he thinks too much about it, it still feels like a dream.

Lewis is ever vigilant at his side, smiling brighter than the damned sun as he converses with Lando. Their pinkies are looped together behind their backs in a more private and intimate show of affection, and George thinks his chest may simply burst with the love he has for his husband.

His husband. How he will never, ever tire of saying that.

"George?" Lewis addresses him after a moment, his voice a bit strained as he struggles to be heard over the sound of the music. "You alright, love?"

"Perfect, actually." George replies with a smile, so warm and so full of affection. He leans in to Lewis, close enough to wrap an arm around his waist and reel him in to his side. "Why?"

"You're in dreamland. Should I cut you off from the champa-"

The shrill sound of a fork tapping loudly against glass sufficiently stops Lewis from finishing his statement, his head whipping around to try and locate where the sound has come from. George, curious as well, looks around the room in tandem. His eyes fall upon Lando (when had he left Lewis' side? Weren't they just talking?) standing up at his table. His smile is wide and mischievous, and his flute of champagne is tightly grasped between his fingers as he taps the edge of his fork against it. "Kiss!"

Lewis turns back to face him, his eyes filled with amusement and affection as he angles himself to face George head-on. "It's tradition, George, pucker up."

Lewis' lips are on his before he draws his next breath. Perhaps its the alcohol in his system slowing his reaction time down, but he stumbles backwards a bit, and Lewis' arm comes to wrap around his waist to keep him from tripping. He hums in surprise, before his brain finally catches up and he leans into the kiss. It's warm and electrifying, as most of Lewis' kisses are, but the fluttering in his chest and the buzzing in his veins are more pronounced now than they ever have been before.

Cheers and applause erupt around them as they kiss, and George cannot help but smile as the kiss breaks apart softly.

"You reckon Lando will pull that trick a few more times tonight?" Lewis asks, bumping his nose against George's for a brief nuzzle.

Beaming, George chuckles and replies, "Truthfully? I wouldn't mind it at all if he did."

[leclvrc]

prompt 4 with lewis 🥺

also, your writing is so so good! i’ve read some of the pieces multiple times now and i’ll probably do it again…. 💙

You shift in his lap, ass brushing over Lewis' dick as your mouth trails down his chest. To his stomach, before you settle between Lewis' spread thighs. The place as familiar as the feeling of Lewis' lips on yours. Lewis hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his swimming trunks and then pulls them down, just enough for his dick to be exposed.

Your mouth waters at the sight, but you're slow as you lean in, kissing the skin around his stiffening cock. Your hand comes up to his shaft and he's already hot beneath your touch.

You roll your wrist. Just like you always do to drive him wild in two seconds flat and then kiss the head of his cock. Lick over the shiny tip as you go. Lewis curses above you, like he's torn between telling you to hurry up and put your mouth to good use or let you take your time. In the end he doesn't say much of anything. Instead he buries one of his hands in your hair, finds something to hold onto as you lick once more over his tip.

His head falls bsck with a dull thud and you hide a smile into the soft skin of Lewis' thigh. Eyes eagerly following the way Lewis' throat bobs as he swallows. It only take a moment for Lewis to look back down. Like he can't bear not to watch.

Finally, you wrap your lips around his cock. Your back arches, eyes rolling closed despite wanting to see him fall apart. You can't help it, not with the way he's looking at you; with his weight and taste on your tongue. A flush crawls up the back of your neck.

You move carefully, brushing one of your hands down Lewis' leg and to his knee. Dip your head low as you try to fit more of Lewis' cock into your mouth. It's hard though, with Lewis' girth. The best you can do is alternate between bobbing your head and sucking at the tip. Use one of your hands to jerk him off where your mouth can't reach.

You draw your tongue along his slit and Lewis' whole body shifts, legs falling open around your head. Both of his hands are in your hair now, slowly helping guide your mouth back down his cock and you're eager to obey. The tip brushes the back of your throat but you relax swiftly, hear the praise on Lewis' lips taper off into a moan.

"Baby, you're too good at this," he says above you, hands pulling a little at your hair. Your eyes roll back and you moan around his cock. The praise immediately going to where you crave him most as one of your own hands trails down your body. You find the apex of your thighs and hum around him. Run one of your fingers over your slick folds before rubbing over your nub. Your back arches once more.

Panting, you pull off Lewis' dick. A string of spittle connecting your lips to the head. You wipe your nose, not sure when it had grown runny and then kiss the shiny tip of his dick again.

"Let me look at you," he says then, voice hoarse from pleasure. You look up, eyes a little watery and smile. The ruined expression on his face exactly what you had been thinking about since you crawled between his legs.

"Made for this, aren't you, baby?" he asks, "Look at your lips stretched around my cock. Fuck."

He's a little shiny with sweat, braids loose and free around his head still. Only Lewis manages to make it look good, you think to yourself, sinking down on his cock again with a slow hum.

[thisismeracing]

#7 for lewis!! ❤️❤️❤️

💖 here you go! hope you like it, sweetheart

From the Quick Prompt List: 7. “Can you proofread my essay?”

word count: 0.4k

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

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, not proofread.

It was a Wednesday night, the house was quiet and so was the city. It was too late for someone to be awake on a Wednesday night, yet Yn was furiously checking her school notes and typing on her laptop while Lewis mindlessly scrolled through his phone.

"Are you almost done, love?" he asked Yn taking off his attention from his phone for a bit. Lewis has been patiently waiting for Yn to finish her uni work so that they could enjoy some quiet time together, but her paper was taking more than expected.

"Just adding one more paragraph and then I'm done," Yn answered without taking her eyes off of her screen.

It was only twenty minutes later when she got up from her spot stretching her body and letting out a small tired groan. Yn walked to the couch lying on top of Lewis whose hands instantly found her waist securing her body closer to his.

"Done?"

"Yup, almost" she answered, tracing one of his tattoos.

"What's up, babe?" he asked noticing her antics, he knew her all too well to know that she was considering saying something but was holding back. The tattoo tracing was something Yn would do in these situations.

"My eyes are hurting and my brain is melting, Amor," she joked and placed a small kiss on the corner of his lips. Lewis smiled at the endearing nickname in her mother language, he loved to hear her speaking and singing, even when she was angry it was cute to watch the way her lips would pout and her accent would get thicker.

"Ask away, babe," he poked her sides getting a chuckle from her.

Yn lifted up the upper half of her body, using her elbows to support it, and fixed her gaze on her boyfriend, "Can you proofread my essay?"

Lewis lets out a soft laugh, "Babe, you could've asked before. Of course, I can proofread your essay, though I have no idea about the nerdy topic you wrote about," he jokes.

Yn smiles and closes her eyes for a second enjoying the feeling of sharing life and its burdens with him. The possibility of resting and not worrying about everything because you had someone who could and would make sure things were in order just for you.

"The subject is all set, it's just my eyes are burning, I can't and won't spot my grammar mistakes, and I wanted to submit it tonight so that we can enjoy the rest of the week without University looming around."

"You know I would do anything for you," he states right before taking her lips with his in a slow kiss.

"I love youuuu," she whines when he stands up to grab her laptop and bring it to the sofa so that her essay will be proofread in no time.

"I love you more, bebê."

amor (love) and bebê (babe). wrote this listening to the silence of my room. hope you guys like it, don't forget to like, reblog, yada yada yada <3 *mwah*

[lasagnaisoverrated]

GUYS GUYS WHAT IF LIKE I OR SOMONE MADE A FIC OF LIKE HAMILTON AND MARIA BUT INSTED OF THEM IT WAS OPTIMUS AND STARSCREAM AND LIKE STARSCREAM WASNT THERE TO EXTORT HIM IT WAS LIKE STARSCREAM WAS BEIMG MISTREATED BY MEGATON AND CAME LOOKING FOR COMFORT IN OPTIMUS AND THEN IDK AND IT MATCHES WITH THE SOMG SAY NO TO THIS AM I CRAZY OR AM I JUST GOOD