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[potato-lord-but-not]

someone asked how the boyfriends would be with Faroe after Kayne brings her back, and sorry for being a downer but I’m on the “Arthur doesn’t get Faroe back” hill so I initially wasn’t gonna ponder about it.

And then I started pondering. weeks later. and decided I can indulge just this once because tbh I need more adorable Faroe in my life (we all do). I indulged a little too much tho and decided to make an actual post instead of answering the ask so HERE WE ARE

[arieslost]

personally since I want to take a nice bite outta oscar (and you do too)

what about an oscar x gf!reader who just constantly bites him, not hard enough to leave a mark (thats only in bed) but just a little chomp

like he has an arm around her shoulder while talking to Lando and she just turns her head and *chomp*

lord knows i wanna give that man a nice little monch. just a little 🤏🏻 little bit

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chomp | op81

something about oscar unlocked the habit within you. he’s just so… yummy. all the time. so one day you acted on the urge to bite him. you did it gently, just barely sinking your teeth into the skin covering the taunt muscle of his bicep when you were cuddled up together in bed. he liked it; encouraged it even, so you never really looked back.

instead of “pinch me,” he soon adopted the phrase “bite me” in its place. it was just an affectionate thing that you did when your feelings for him became so overwhelming words failed you. it happens more often than not— just looking at him and knowing he’s yours is enough to render you speechless.

his instant enjoyment of your gentle bites had you dismissing the behavior as normal quickly, so it now comes as a surprise to you when other people have a visceral reaction to it.

you never pay much mind to what people say on social media, particularly twitter, but almost every day you’re greeted with the sight of you being caught biting oscar and hundreds of people asking what your problem is. it mostly stemmed from the one time that oscar asked (more like begged) you to leave a mark in the throes of a passion-charged moment that happened the night before qualifying and thus it was clear as day to everyone in the paddock the next morning.

you were usually careful to bite parts of him that were almost always concealed. his thighs, his hips, his shoulders, the junction between his shoulder and neck. but he’d been adamant that you bite his neck and leave a mark, and who were you to tell him no? so the whole world ended up becoming privy to your little habit. but oscar never gave anyone the time of day when asked about it, so it never crossed your mind to stop.

now, lando had been the very first to tease him about that infamous mark on his neck, but he’d never been there to see it happen. until today.

oscar had insisted that you join him while he and lando were waiting to be called in for a race debrief, with the promise that he’d take you out for dinner afterwards. you’re always happy to spend extra time with your boyfriend, of course, so you were more than happy to agree.

except lando has a special talent for boring you out of your mind with extremely technical talk. and he loves to talk. you need something to do in order to not implode from boredom, and oscar’s arm is right there, wrapped around your shoulders, so you turn your head and lightly bite the thin skin of his wrist.

the sudden silence is deafening as lando stops talking in the middle of his sentence.

“i thought that was just a weird rumor. you actually bite him?” lando asks.

“um, yeah,” you reply slowly. “so?”

“got a problem with my girlfriend, mate?” you can feel the muscles of your boyfriend’s arm flexing around you as he tenses up a little.

“nope. no. not at all,” his teammate is quick to respond, hand reaching back to scratch his neck. “carry on. i’ll just act like i’m not here.”

so you do, biting him a little harder as a silent chill out. he just kisses your temple, stifling his laughter.

when it’s finally time for their meeting, you’ve traveled from oscar’s wrist all the way up to the inside of his elbow, grazing your teeth along his skin and inhaling his addictive scent. you’d happily do this for hours, and you pout when he separates himself from you.

as an apology, he leaves you with a parting whisper of, “you’re gonna bite me harder than that tonight, right?” that has your whole body heating up.

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Lando said… it’s pride!! 🏳️‍🌈

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Oscar Piastri x Horner!Reader When Y/n isn't there for two races, Oscar discovers that he's far more attached than he thought he was. At least it's almost the mid-year break!

Warnings: my usuals :P

⋆Ember's Notes⋆ This is gonna be the last ABIN chapter until the end of the summer break. I would like to post thing in the interim but there's a few thing happening IRL (like me turning 20 next week !!!!) that might get in the way of that but we'll see. Enjoy <3

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[kodaswrld]

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[izel-scribbles]

how do you think…. your Noel and Oscar would interact with each other……. just a thought…. to ponder……………………….

(inspired by ur drawing because i cant stop thinking about it)

Oscar with the hand of god revolver based on this cunty pic i found on pinterest

i know you said my noel/oscar but your holy ghosts au has consumed my mind,,,,

[kichona-s]

when the loscar world needed you most, you returned! Maybe Spiderman oscar and captain America Logan 😼

a little bit sweet and a little bit sad

(the only MCU movies ive watched is endgame and deadpool & wolverine)

[female-hysterics]

What do you think the Moonboys biggest kinks are? I mean, they haven't told you about it because they're scared you'll see them differently kind of kinks

Ohh secret dirty kinks 🥴👌

Steven probably has a Dominant kink. Meaning this sweet kind beautiful man wants to utterly own you. He wants to take all his frustrations out on you, wants you wailing on his cock as he drills into you, and he wants you to scream his name until your voice is nothing more than a horse whisper as he pins your thighs open wide and eats you out for hours. He's often seen as weak by others and I think this has fueled an urge to prove he's anything but, and he thinks you'll look absolutely ravishing with his hand around your neck while he fucks your throat.

Marc I think would be into having people watch him fuck you. Would love to have people see how good you beg for his tongue or fingers, how pretty you sound crying on his cock, and the idea that they can look but can't touch will drive him feral. He wants to show everybody that you are his and that he is the only one that can make you feel this way.

Jake would want you to wear pretty collars and be his personal sex toy. He gets hot under the collar when you get all pliant and soft, allowing him to move you any way he wants, and having you at his mercy so completely trusting gets him hard in an instant. Would love to spend the whole day just taking you over and over again while you stay so soft and sweet against him. You wearing a collar would be a reminder to you, and himself, that you are his.

[snoopyracing]

hello! for your sleepover, could you please write a small drabble op81 + first time seeing the other in their swimwear (from the sultry list)

hi!! here you go! hope you like it :)

oscar + first time seeing the other in their swimwear.

you shouldn't be this nervous about being in a swimsuit, but here you were standing in front of the mirror about ready to tell oscar that you're sick and that you can't make it to the beach today.

the two of you hadn't been dating for that long, not even a month. and today was going to be the first time he would see you in a swimsuit- hence the nervousness. but you pushed it aside and sucked it up, throwing on a t-shirt and shorts before heading out the door.

oscar was already sat in one of the lounge chairs by the time you arrived. a baggy t-shirt and swim shorts adorned his body, which thankfully was covered by an umbrella. the boy burnt like no other even though he was an australian.

his cheesy grin when he spotted you caused those all too familiar butterflies to flutter in your stomach. the two of you chatted for a while and when oscar finally suggested getting in the water you didn't want to seem like a baby, so you hurried up and stripped off your shirt and shorts.

you weren't even concerned about how oscar was looking at you at the moment, all you could focus on was his broad shoulders and back in the sun. the way his swim shorts hung low on his waist and the way your stomach turned to knots at the sight of his happy trail should have been criminal. you'd seen oscar shirtless before, but there was something different about him today, maybe it was the atmosphere or those short swim shorts he had chosen to wear. his thick thighs nearly bursting the seams when he squatted down to shove his shirt into your bag. oscar had you feeling all kinds of things and you prayed the ocean water was cold.

oscar had tried to be nonchalant with his staring, even trying to tear his eyes away by putting away his shirt, but it was no use. the moment you took off that shirt and shorts he was a goner. you were glowing in the hot australian sun, your hair blowing in the breeze, and that damn swimsuit made him want to take you back to his car and have his way with you. how a swimsuit could make him this feral was beyond him, but he knew that if he didn't get into that water soon the tight swim shorts he had chosen would become even tighter.

come chat it's sleepover saturday!!

[mecachrome]

"Oscar was asked to list as many words that started with the letter F as possible, and as a first grader, you apparently just kept going, and going, until you reached the more... adult-oriented words. Do you remember this?"

Yep. Very, very well.  I wrote—not just, like, one or two. I wrote ALL of them that I could think of!

[potato-lord-but-not]

ourthur ourthur ourthur ourthur

Also the first 4 doodles where inspired by this fic teehee <333

[arieslost]

oscar who eats it messy 😻

he MAKES SURE that he has made a mess of your thighs, his face, the sheets, practically everything. he is not moving from between your legs until you're shaking from the overstim because he absolutely adores seeing you brainless for anything but him 😩

oh you know he goes crazy. when i say that man is devoted, i mean DEVOTED. if it’s not a mess and you’re still able to speak afterwards then he’s not doing it right and he’s gonna keep going until he does.

i can imagine you coming home after a long, frustrating day and he can just see in your eyes that you need the type of release only he can give you. he’ll be gentle at first; helping you out of your clothes, kissing you so sweetly, laying you down on the bed, making sure you’re comfy before he settles between your legs. and then he just becomes a whole different person.

sometimes you worry that he might actually drown himself with how dedicated he is to making you feel good. his entire world narrows down to nothing but you, you, you. you definitely have a system of checking in with each other to make sure you’re both okay, and he’ll use it intermittently so he doesn’t have to separate himself from you. not until everything that has been plaguing you all day, all week, is completely forgotten.

and trust he will NOT stop until you’re shaking, boneless, unable to say a single thing other than his name. only when he pulls away to admire the mess he’s made of you will he be satisfied. and he won’t even want you to return the favor in any way whatsoever. your pleasure will always come first for him no matter what, especially when you’re under him.

[ivystoryweaver]

Hello amazing writer-person.

May I request the following…

"i cannot stand you, and yet i also cannot stand to be away from you."

… with our moody baby Marc Spector 🌙

(Congrats on the 500, you rock) 🎉

TY & ILY! 💜 (not me finally finishing my oldest request)

Luminous white orbs fixed on you as he cinched you close to his side. "It's a full moon. Try not to scream...at least not until I get your pants off."

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Content: f!reader, action, violence, smut, Marc is a cheeky bastard because let him have fun sometimes

Word Count: 1.5k

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"Give me your hand." Moon Knight's white, bandaged arm reached for yours, but your stubbornness alone stopped you as you wrenched yourself free of his grasp.

"I don't need you to hold my hand," you told him, peering over the building's edge to the street below, several stories down. "I'm gonna jump."

"The hell you are," he protested, yanking on your arm. "Hold on to me. I'll get you down."

Although he wasn't tall for a superhero, he was strong enough to make a point.

"You can't even fly. How are you supposedly going to 'get me down'?"

Luminous white orbs fixed on you as he cinched you close to his side. "It's a full moon. Try not to scream...at least not until I get your pants off."

You couldn't see his face but you were certain he was smirking.

He leapt over the side of the building, dragging you with him. Despite how much you wanted to resist his help, you couldn't fly, and you didn't want to die, so you held on tightly, tucking yourself into him - arms wound around him trustingly and your face pressed into the gauzey fabric covering his throat.

He smelled like ancient secrets and sun drenched sands. Warm and woody, enticing your eyes closed as you entrusted your life to his embrace.

The wind in his cape, the power of the full moon and his years of experience helped him slow your shared descent through the night sky. Hitting the pavement with an inconsequential thud, you barely had time to get your footing before he grabbed your hand again. "Let's go."

"I think I can take it from here, Lunar Legionnaire." You mockingly tossed out one of his recent media nicknames, wrenching your hand away from his, but following his lead to an abandoned warehouse.

"In here," he directed. "Those things are still following us. They have our scent."

"Then we better not stay here," you reasoned. "Unless the great Fist of Khonshu needs to catch his breath?"

"Hilarious." White eyes narrowed into judgmental slits. "You're the one panting, sweetheart." He moved in closer. "Or were you that excited to be close to me?"

Before you could smart off, you heard a metallic rattle and then a growl. Jackals. Supernatural, invisible jackals.

But he could see them.

"Get behind me," he ordered.

Which of course you did not, shouldering right past him. "Thanks for the ride down, but I work alone."

He groaned, squeezing his wrapped hands into fists. After bouncing on his toes for a moment, he reluctantly followed. "Got your six."

His gaze fell to the sway of your leather clad hips, down over your curves.

"That's an interesting way of letting me know you're staring at my ass."

"That's an interesting way of pretending we haven't worked four missions together."

"Look who's counting," you teased.

"Counting on this being the last one, maybe. You have a death wish or something. I'm always saving your - "

Moon Knight didn't even finish his sentence before you whirled around and leapt in his direction, firing your wrist rockets into the jackal right behind him. He ducked just in time.

And that sound drew the rest of them.

"Nice work," he groaned, racing past you, breaking into a sprint as he called back over the swish of his cape, "It's gonna be a long night."

“Hey, you’re the one following me.”

The two of you spent the next annoying half hour eliminating invisible foes, working in tandem, despite you both maintaining your loner status, at least mentally.

You finally ducked into an alley, grateful for a breather.

"Are there any more of them?" You gasped, gripping your knees as you doubled over, winded from your exertion.

"Not that I see," Moon Knight answered, giving you a once over. He didn't get as tired as you, but then again, you didn't have superpowers. It felt kind of endearing to see you not perfectly put together.

"You know, you look good like this," he commented, moving into your personal space. "Sweating. Panting. I feel like I've seen it somewhere."

He tapped his gloved finger on his masked chin, pretending to think. "Was it the last time I saved your ass?"

As badly as you wanted to retort, you were still a bit out of breath.

"Oh I remember," he went on, yanking a crescent dagger from the center of his chest. He backed you up against the wall, pinning you in place with his hips. "It was the last time you were underneath me...in Dubai."

"Bullshit. I was on top," you panted, eyes fixed on his weapon, feeling wetness pool between your legs as he pressed his obvious erection against your core. "What's that for?"

He traced the pointed dagger's edge over your bottom lip before flicking his wrist, expertly cutting through the thick fabric of your mask. Before he could pull it free and reveal your face, you struggled against him as your hand darted up to keep your mask in place.

"What the hell?" You snapped, even though you physically responded eagerly to the friction between your bodies. "No faces. That was your rule."

"Don't you ever break the rules?" He challenged, stashing his dagger and gripping your hips. Thrusting against you with a seductive pulse, he dragged you back and forth over his straining length.

"Show me yours first," you ordered, still holding your mask in place with one hand. Strangely enough, this man had been inside you twice, but you had yet to lay eyes on who he really was.

Without hesitation, he complied. His gauzey mask disappeared, revealing a man far more handsome than you expected. Dark, soulful eyes peered into yours, such a beautiful contrast to the haunting white glow.

You stared as his gaze flickered down to your parted lips.

"That bad, huh?" He half joked, quickly summoning the supernatural fabric to cover his angular features once more.

You swallowed thickly, the thought of sinking your fingers into his dark curls convincing you to slowly lower your mask, pulling it free from your face and hair.

Tilting his head, as if studying you, Moon Knight shook his head playfully. "The magic is gone."

You slugged him on the arm as he chuckled, amused with himself.

"I can't stand you."

His mask disappeared again, instantly. "I can't stand to be away from you."

His lips crashed into yours with unrestrained fervor, the force of it taking what little breath you'd regained.

You sighed into his mouth as his tongue slid over yours. Tangling your fingers into his hair, you twisted your way through his curls, which were every bit as gorgeous and soft as you expected.

"Can you make a useful part of this damn suit disappear?" You huffed, tearing your mouth from his.

Yanking at the leather of your pants, he worked you free, hoisting your thick thighs around his waist. Then, as you were anticipating, just enough of his suit vanished so that he could push his heavy, pulsing length up inside you.

"Been waiting for this all night."

“That’s an interesting way of saying you’re obsessed with me.” Despite your biting commentary, you sank against him in relief, your head thumping against the brick wall behind you, its rough surface scraping against the curve of your ass. But you didn't care. He was your drug and you were getting your fix.

"Look at me," he lowly commanded, gripping the nape of your neck and staring possessively into your eyes. Heavy, deep thrusts sent your body bucking against his. "Like that?"

"Yes, right there. Feels good."

"Thought you worked alone, sweetheart." His lips curled as your eyes flashed with defiance. "You think you can get yourself off like this?"

You shuddered, your velvet walls fluttering, clenching at the sound of his infuriating voice.

"Nah...I think we work better together.”

"Just...shut up. Keep doing that. Faster."

He went slower. But deeper, hitting something devastating within you.

"Saving your ass from jackals is worth the look on your face when you come for me."

And as if his voice alone could control your body, you came undone, your body betraying your stubborn mind, agreeing with him. And, as predicted, you might have screamed a little.

The glint in his eye didn't last long as you shuddered around him, gripping him so deliciously that he actually moaned. It sounded so good coming out of his plush lips. His clenched, corded neck tensed and bobbed as sweat dripped from a singular curl.

The sight of him losing control because of you was worth a bout with jackals and all the danger that came with it.

His hips stuttered as he tried to pull out of you, but you clamped your thighs around him and held him captive. "Stay right here."

The longer you gazed at him, the more you wanted to never see that stupid white mummy mask cover his face, ever again.

Hot breath fell on your ear as he took a minute to come back to himself.

Easing back, he touched his forehead to yours - a gentle contrast to the scandalous public encounter you'd shared.

"I'm Marc."

You felt lighter somehow, sharing a laugh with him before he kissed you deeply.

"Nice to meet you."

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[dreamauri]

I'm gonna need more sub! Oscar please literally anything will do

♪ — 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛 sub! oscar piastri x dom! fem! reader (smut) “. . . you and oscar are willing to try new things, so this time you ask him to keep his hands to himself.”

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"Need you need you need you." he repeated as you pushed him to lay on his back, your lips hot on his skin as you sucked and licked and kissed every inch of his shoulders and neck.

"My love." Oscar whined, bucking his hips up, desperate for touch. His hands were quick to find your waist, and even quicker to be pulled away. A wine broke from his throat as he looked up at you.

Your soft tummy and breasts inches above his chest. He wanted to touch you so bad, to feel you and hold you and kiss you and love you.

But you had his wrists pinned above his head. Oscar's legs shifted in the sheets as he tried to lean up and catch your lips. A smirk rose on your lips as you watched Oscar bite your bottom lip to try and pull you closer.

"You’re killing me." his voice cracked mid sentence, clenching his eyes shut at the feeling of your thigh brushing against his length. "Am I?" "I’m a dead man, Y/N." He begged, shame spilling into him as he found himself humping your thigh.

A giggle rang through your throat as you looked between his clenched face and aching length. "Y/N—" "Okay okay." You gave in, adjusting yourself over him. In one swift move with your hands leaned on his chest, Oscar could feel warmth envelop him as you slowly sank down.

His breaths were a little shaky, laboured was better to describe it with he leaned his head back emitting a low moan. "I wanna hold your hands." "You wanna hold my hands?" The smile on your face was soft as you looked down at the boy, watching his chest rise and fall inconsistently.

"I wanna hold your hands." Oscar nodded again, starting to thrust up slowly. How could you ever say no? You held his hands, intertwining your fingers with his. 

"You’re so cute like this." "Y/N, I’m dying right now. Shh." You could help the soft laugh echoing in your throat as you kissed him softly. "You’re right there, let me hold you— Let me hold you my love." It was really taking Oscar everything in him to not put his hands your hips, to adore and worship your skin.

He wanted to kiss every inch of you from your forehead to your knees. He wanted to love you and show you how much he loves you. He wanted to get you drunk on his love.

Instead, he’s admiring the soft skin on your stomach to your waist down to where you’re connected. He could reach if he wanted to and rub the little circles on your clit the he knew you loved so much.

But instead, with hazy eyes and breathy moans, he looked at your pleasure contoured face, counting all the reasons why he found you a goddess. Oscar will never agree to trying  ‘stare don't touch’ sex ever again. Your body looked so lonely without his hands and his hands felt so lonely without your body.

[izel-scribbles]

MORE OSCAR AND MY LIFE IS YOURS

plus oscar + noel being friends, as per your other ask