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[thisismeracing]

King of my heart | MS47 | Part. 24 (ending)

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x hamilton!reader ― Word count: 1.2k ― Warnings: none I guess. ― Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that’s why, for the first time in forever, he threw caution carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

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Mick paced around the room again, and for the looks of it, it wouldn’t take him long to dig a hole in the exact spot his racing boots were hitting.

“We don’t have much time, Mick, you gotta get ready,” Gary, his engineer, knocked on the door, opening it just enough to look at the German.

“Where’s Yn?” 

“You mean Yn Hamilton?” he asked, just to make sure and Mick tried to keep his eyes from rolling, too stressed to answer properly, but too polite to give a rude answer to Gannon who was friendly most of the time. The engineer took on the driver's silence, and tried, “I think she’s with Lewis. Want me to get her?” 

“Get who?” just from Yn’s voice Mick could guess she was smiling. That bright and big smile he loved so much. The only smile that would be able to calm his racing heart.

Gary waved to Yn opening the door wider for her, he motioned ‘5 minutes’ to Mick and left the lovers alone giving them as much privacy as a small driver’s room could. 

“Hey, mouse, what's the matter?” she walked inside and towards him, tipping her face up so their lips could meet in a quick peck. 

Mick, however, had other plans.

His hands found purchase on her waist, bringing her body impossibly closer, and his tongue took advantage of the surprised gasp she let out to sneak inside her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Yn grasped his blonde locks between her fingers, and corresponded the kiss as much as she could, feeling how nervous he was.

When the air made itself scarce, the driver hid his face in the crook of her neck. 

“I’m nervous, what if I fuck it up? What if I crash? What if the car is shitty? What if–” Mick started, voice trembling, finally letting his walls down, and showing someone how vulnerable he was feeling.

Sure they had this conversation before, and sure Mick Schumacher knew he was a great racing driver, but he was also a human being and, of course, he had his own insecurities and doubts. 

Yn held his face between her hands, leveling it with her own, and looking him in the eyes. His big blue orbs looked at her with adoration and fear all mixed in one, and she smiled sympathetically. 

“Close your eyes,” she commanded in a soft tone and he obeyed. “Hear this rustling of people walking around from one side of the other working non-stop?” Mick nods keeping his eyes shut, they’re chest to chest so listening to her soothing voice and feeling her breath evens his. “They’ve been working for a while now so everything is perfect for their number one driver. They’re not sure if the car will beat that Red Bull witchcraft, but they’re doing their best, and they counting on you to do your best as well. It doesn’t matter if this combo doesn’t get you a podium today, there’s always next Sunday. They got the will to make it happen, and they got the driver to do so too. Leave the past in the past, get in that car, and do what you love doing, do what you know you can do, and also what you don’t know you can do yet. We’ll be here watching, rooting, working, and praying.” 

Her comforting words and soft tone made Mick lean even more on her touch. He smiled, nodded, and kissed her forehead. 

“Where–”

“Here,” she was quick to answer, already knowing he was going to ask from where she would watch the race. Lewis was racing as well, and before Sunday rolled around Yn was asked this question by a lot of people, her brother included. “I’ll watch it from here, you may see me cheering when Lew overtakes others, but I’ll be here rooting for you too. And I don’t care about the outcome, you’re my number one.” She whispered the last part and Mick smiled, kissing her yet again. 

“I love you.”

“I love you,” she echoed back, lacing her hands around his large shoulders and enjoying his warmth. “You’re also looking hot as fuck in this new racing suit, please tell me you can sneak one in your bag tonight.”

Mick laughed and nibbled on her neck just enough to make her whine, but before he could give Hamilton a witty answer, there was a knock on the door. 

“Go out there and kick ass,” she kissed his chin, and smiled, turning to the door.

And that was exactly what Mick did. He turned the first race of the season into a show. His show. Everyone watched on the edge of their seats as time after time he overtook cars and climbed up to the podium. A fight for the podium went on on the last turn – Lewis, Mick, and Max were fighting for first place, and in the last seconds the Schumacher overtook his future-in-law, hatching the first place and surprising everyone.

The camera panned on Yn watching the race from the Porsche’s garage, and the way she smiled and cheered when Mick got his first win of the season on the first race of the season during his first year with a team that was racing for the first time. It was a first, and how sweet it tasted for everyone. Even for Lewis, who ended up getting second place, but celebrated as if that was his win too. 

The team ran for the celebration, and Mick went straight for Yn once the car was parked and the helmet was off. There wasn’t much thinking into it, he just saw her there crying and smiling wearing his team’s merch, his number on her body, his initial dangling from a chain around her neck, Mick couldn’t do anything but kiss her lips in front of the cameras. The cheers and flashes faded during the seconds their lips were sealed, he hugged her close, before jumping on top of the crew. Lewis walked to his sister after the congrats from his own team, he hugged her and they smiled as brightly as ever. 

After the podium celebration and interviews, Mick walked back to his garage finding Yn and Lewis there. They were side by side talking, both smiling, and Mick couldn’t help but remember the first time he saw Yn. That day she was talking with Lewis too, it was also the beginning of the season, and now, just like before Mick felt like he could stare at her forever. Yn looked stunning wearing Porsche’s shirt and baggy jeans, the colors of the shirt creating the perfect contrast with her black skin. Her curls were tied on top of her head after the long day. She was stunning, and now he was the one walking into the room, walking to her, his girlfriend. 

His heart was doing somersaults inside his chest. 

After so many days of worrying and agonizing about the future, he was here with a seat on a great team. After so many days of fear about his relationship, Yn was here, as sure as ever about their commitment. After so many times unsure of the future, Mick was happy with the unknown, happy to discover it with Yn, happy to build his own legacy, happy to experience life to the fullest, and even happier to rule the kingdom of Yn’s heart because he knew damn well she was the queen of his heart, body, and soul. 

She was the one he had been waiting for.

“There he is,” Yn said taking Mick from his thoughts and walking towards him again. “My number one,” she whispered hugging him, “the king of my heart.” 

And nothing ever felt as right as being in her arms.

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[xiaolin-show-hoe]

AUs I think would rock for Chack bullshit

-bookshop owner! Chase and Coffee Shop worker! Jack (specifically within the same store)

-exorcist! Chase and the ever prevalent ghost magnet! Jack

-Mayor! Chase and the very good at his job, only social media director! Jack

-Pet Store part timer! Jack and longtime regular customer! Chase (he has a lot of cats in a penthouse suite)

- Longtime customer! Chase and Sushi restaurant part timer! JACK (Wuya owns the place)

- Art Student! Jack and Museum Curator! Chase

- CEO! Chase and Tech Support! Jack

- Military Commander! Chase and Weapons Dealer! Jack

- Bodyguard! Chase and Rich Kid! Jack (+10 points if it is a 5 years+ romance as rich kid becomes rich man)

- Judge! Chase and frequent defendant! Jack

- Mafia Boss! Chase and his accountant! Jack (Bonus Points if Chase tries to keep Jack by queer baiting him when Hannibal wants to give him a better offer)

-Hot and distinguished Alien! Chase and Clumsy yet curious scientist! Jack

-Motorcycle gang Leader! Chase and grocery clerk! Jack

-Antique Store Owner! Chase and Next Door Owner of a Tech Shop! Jack

-Auto Shop mechanic with selective skills! Jack and Business man with selective car model! Chase

-Head of City Council! Chase and Too Many Consistent House Violations! Jack

-Business Conglomerate! Chase and Nosy Window Cleaner! Jack

-Zoo Owner! Jack and Cat Exhibit Curator! Chase (bonus points if Jack lets Chase do whatever he wants and gets shit for letting him get away with it)

- Distinguished Model! Chase and Clumsy Set Crew used as a stand in for a woman! Jack

[unique-high]

In between the pages of you | Yoongi x blk fem reader

Chapter one

NOT PROOF READ

Chapter 2: Yoongi's Reflections

Yoongi stands in the small ramen shop, the clock ticking past 2 AM, and the warm aroma of broth envelops him like a familiar embrace. The usual clamor of late-night diners is absent, leaving only the soft hum of the kitchen and the faint sound of water boiling. The steam from the pots blurs the edges of his vision, creating a hazy dreamscape that mirrors the thoughts swirling in his mind.

Instead of the savory ramen that usually draws him here, a steaming bowl of rice sits in front of him. Its surface glistens under the dim light, the sprinkle of butter and sugar melting slowly, creating a pool of warmth. Yoongi remember from your last journal entry how you made a wish on a bowl of rice and he wanted to do the same, maybe find hope in a wish on a bowl of rice, that old him would have thought was foolish.

Yoongi read another journal entry of yours during the day, the page dog-eared and stained with splatters of soy sauce. From reading most of the entries you wrote, Yoongi found that your journal was your solace, a window into the heart of a stranger who seemed to understand the unspoken parts of you.

Your entry lingered on his mind as he flipped it open once more, the black Indian ink almost shimmering with meaning:

"June 10th, 2023. I still go to the little ramen shop tucked away between the Chinese restaurant and dry cleaners. Part of me wanted to find myself in the broth of the beef ramen and the fried dumplings. Part of me wanted to leave herself at table two. There was this want who wanted to find a part of me who I lost and there was this want who wanted to leave herself somewhere that years from now she can come back to and remember something about herself and the way it felt. Hmm, maybe that's why I started this journal too."

Yoongi read the words over and over, each pass striking a chord deep within him, reverberating through his chest. The weight of your introspection resonates, and he finds himself caught in the delicate balance of connection and solitude. It’s as if you laid bare the very essence of your own struggles—the desire to be found while fearing the vulnerability that comes with it.

Yoongi let his gaze drift toward the door, the familiar creak of the wood echoing in his mind. You could walk through those doors at any moment, and despite not knowing what you looked like, Yoongi felt a magnetic pull toward your essence. A belief that he would recognize you instantly, not by features but by a shared understanding.

With a sigh, Yoongi closes your journal, his fingers lingering on the frayed edges. It’s a talisman of hope, a reminder that there are others navigating the same shadows, searching for themselves in the folds of life.

Yoongi stir the rice absently, watching the butter swirl and melt, each movement drawing him deeper into your thoughts. What would he wish for if he could release a desire into this bowl? Would it be for clarity, for the courage to uncover the parts of him that remain hidden?

The door creaks open, a gust of warm night air blows through the small shop, and Yoongi's heart races. He looks up, breath hitching, but it’s just a couple of drunk patrons stumbling in for their midnight fix. Disappointment settles in his chest, but he shake it off.

As the clamor of their laughter fades into the background, Yoongi focuses back on the rice before him. Perhaps, like you, Yoongi too was leaving a piece of himself in this bowl—an offering to the universe, a small hope tucked away to be rediscovered later.

Yoongi picks up his spoon and takes a bite, the taste comforting, yet laced with that familiar sense of yearning. With each mouthful, he feels the warmth of possibility swirling within him, the kind that makes you believe that one day, perhaps soon, you’ll find your way back to the parts of you that have been lost.

And maybe, just maybe, he’ll find you waiting at the same table.

Author's Note: Wow, I finally updated this story after so long. I was debating whether I should continue with this little series or not. But like most authors, I have self-doubt and worry about my writing. But anyway I hope everyone enjoys it :)

[bigmilk-13]

CSOC WEEK: DAY 2

Prompt: Mission

The Condottiero Armour Caper

By bigMilk_13

Only posted on Tumblr

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VENICE, ITALY- 3:00am

Location: V.I.L.E Jet

Honestly, things could not be getting any worse.

Firstly, she was paired with Tigress of all people and Coach Brunt knows both of them hate eachother! But does that stop her? Nope!

And secondly, this is a solo mission. She could've easily done this. A quick in and out for fucks sake but again no because Coach Brunt made Tigress her teammate so this will probably take 10 minutes or even more if they encounter fucking Carmen Sandiego.

Basilisk couldn't decide what was worse: her teammate or the lady in red. Honestly, she hated both of them with a burning passion so to her- they're on an equal level.

While she was quietly listening to music on an MP3 in V.I.L.E's jet, she could see Tigress pacing back and forth, presumably mulling over the plan.

It was pretty simple. Get into the Doge Museum in Venice, steal a suit of armour and get out. Not that big of a deal, well to her at least- she's studied the picture of the armour for a second and she's remembered how it looks like so she doesn't get mixed up.

One of The Cleaners turned around and looked at her. Feeling his cold stare, she looked up, caught his eye and nodded, face expressionless and indifferent. She hid her earphones and MP3 in one of her snake suit's many pockets. There were over 40 hidden- some bigger, some smaller. All closed with a magnetic zip only she could unlock.

The snake suit was called that, mainly because it was built to be like snake scales, slippery and easy to move in and of course- escape.

She had her dart gun in her holster, armed with darts filled with a deadly poison, lipophilic alkaloid batrachotoxin- incredibly rare since it came from an endagered species: the golden poison dart frog. How Dr Bellum acquired it, Basilisk has no clue since the frog's natural habitat is rainforests- and in the ones surrounding the academy, there are definitely no known poisonous creatures.

The serpent retracted her fangs and talons just as soon as she left the helicopter, feeling venom fill her veins. It wasn't lethal, but it was certainly harmful- and Tigress may be dangerous with only her talons, but Basilisk was equipped and told to kill all her life. See how the Red Thief handles that.

She smirked to herself and quickly parkoured across buildings in the dark of the night to the roof of the museum, making sure to tell Tigress to take care of cameras by going to the security room, of which she wasn't happy about.

"Why do I have to do the boring work while you sneak in and do the fun stuff?" She grumbled angrily towards Basilisk through their com-links. The serpent slid down onto windowsill, picked at the lock and rolled her eyes.

"Because you sneaking in would cause too much alarm if anyone sees you. I'm the shadow of the academy, no one knows me by face- or by mask, really." She pointed out. The tech-mask she had worked both as a pair of glasses and night vision goggles, but also had a built-in fan and scanner, seeing to distinguish a fake from the real thing.

She could hear Tigress huff and go back to sneaking into the camera room, which she did surprisingly quickly and also managed to knock the security men out cold.

After getting the confirmation from Tigress that all cameras were down, Basilisk had around 10 minutes to complete her task, which was too much in her opinion but no matter. The more time, the better, she thought.

She dropped down from the window, landing in a low position in the middle of the Armoury. It was completely empty and dark, the shadows playing tricks on her mind. But in the middle stood a stand, encased in glass, obviously the star of the show. Now, thanks to the light from the moon coming in through the windows, brightening the walls of the hall, she could see posters and long banners, presenting the armour for what it is. A small gasp came from her mouth when she finally read the name.

"Brunt wants us to steal this? The armour that belonged to il Gattamelata?"

"Um... who the fuck is that?" Came over from the coms. Basilisk rolled her eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"Erasmo Stefano da Narni. A famous italian mercenary from the 15th century. "

The line went quiet as Basilisk admired the suit of armour... but something was off. She could feel it.

"Wait, what's a mercenary?" a confused voice came over the coms and the Serpent mentally facepalmed. She quietly explained, while picking at the locks on the glass, opening it and stuffing the armour away into her bag.

"Mercenaries were basically soldiers working for foreign countries. Say, a Spaniard working in the British Army... or An Italian working for the Germans."

Basilisk closed the glass case and locked it. Luckily she had gloves on so no finger prints would be left at the scene. She quickly hopped out of the window she came in from and ran across the rooftops, stopping when she could see the sea- then contacted Tigress.

"I have the stuff, meet me at the end of the rooftops."

There was no answer and Basilisk raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Okay that was weird.

A grunt was heard over coms and she instantly knew that Carmen Sandiego had caught up to them and thought Tigress was doing a solo mission, like always.

Well, this time she was wrong.

"Kinda busy now, but if you could get your ass over here it would be appreciated." An out of breath Tigress shouted through to Basilisk.

"Where am I gonna put the armour then? I can't fucking take it." Basilisk was not going to let Tigress ruin the mission with her inability to not be a reprehensible shit goblin.

"Leave it then." She hissed

Basilisk groaned and took out her dart gun, running towards the Palace museum and finding the location of the security room. Then she stopped abruptly when she was just outside.

As much as she despised Carmen, she was the only worthy opponent they had. Killing her would make stealing... less fun and risky.

Basilisk rolled her eyes and holstered the dart gun. She retracted her talons and turned her tech-mask on.

She entered the museum through a corridor window and heard fighting coming from one of the exhibition halls. She ran towards the sound, stopping and taking in what was going on.

Sandiego was injured, quite severely. Blood seeped through her suit and her whole face was bruised. It looked like she had long scratch marks on her back.

Basilisk saw that, even though The Red Thief was battered badly, Tigress was even worse. She was lying on the ground, struggling to get up- probably because she had a broken ankle.

The serpent entered silently through the shadows, unnoticed by the two women in front of her. The venom pulsed in her veins but she decided that it's no use attacking and taking her opponent to V.I.L.E-

Who would cause an imminent threat to them anyways? Plus, she'd much rather be challenged and take victory fairly, then outmatch all her enemies. That was boring.

She walked in, moonlight seeping through the windows since it was definitely past midnight now. The reflections created a spotlight onto her. Underneath the tech-mask, Basilisk smirked as both women noticed her.

"Oooo, what a pleasure to meet the elusive Carmen Sandiego. Allow me to introduce myself..." She bowed mockingly, never taking her eyes of La Femme Rouge. "The name's Basilisk." She stood upright and she could see that Carmen was indeed unimpressed, and raised an eyebrow at her antics.

The serpent chuckled darkly.

"My apologies. That was weird, wasn't it?"

Her façade fell and she cracked her knuckles.

"Leave Tigress alone, and i'll give you the armour..." She held up the bag, "...or suffer the consequences of my venom."

Carmen tensed at the mention of some kind of venom. Who did this person think she was? But she accepted the offer with a nod.

Basilisk smirked and went to pick up Tigress by the arm roughly, to show that she was pretty pissed. In a split second, she saw Carmen try make a move and punch her in the face. She saw it coming but she let Carmen do so, and nearly break her knuckles on her rock hard mask.

Carmen withdrew her arm and cradled it with a pained expression. Basilisk turned to her.

"Well, that was unfortunate, wasn't it? As if it'll give you the armour now that you tried to attack me."

Carmen grimaced and shrugged.

"Worth a shot, though."

They laughed and put Tigress' arm around their shoulders, carrying her away but not without saying a final word to Carmen.

"Arrivederci, Miss Sandiego. Til we meet again, right?"

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[artemisrogers]

Stone Cold Crazy Lars Ulrich x OC (age gap, food, Vanilla play and Load/Reload era)

Diamond Newsted doesn't know how to express the feelings she has for Lars. When she ends up seeing Lars kissing Kirk she shuts herself in, but little does Diamond realize the truth gets revealed.

I couldn't be any more uncomfortable with everything right now. My social anxiety was high and I fiddled with my fingers. I was sitting next to James and across from Kirk at the restaurant, while Lars was at the end of the table in the booth in a chair. Dad sat next to Kirk and everyone was talking to each other. It was a few hours after the concert so the energy was still high. I mixed my drink again for the fifth time in the past 30 mins I've been in here!

Of course I had to distract myself from the fact that Lars was here. I really liked Lars but of course I'm too much of a scary cat to tell him or anyone that, not even Dad. Dad shot me a look asking with his eyes if I'm ok? I gave him a soft smile and felt my stomach drop when I heard Lars' cute laugh, at some corny joke Kirk made. I just wanted to eat and get out of here at this point, as I let my hair fall in my face to hide my blush. One day I'll confess.

After a late dinner and a few drinks we finally took the bus back home. I was about to sit in my seat when I looked back at Lars. I saw what I was hoping wouldn't happen, as Kirk kissed Lars once right on his pink lips. Sitting down a little too hard I winced in pain as I felt my tailbone hit the plastic on the seat. James shot me a look of confusion at my actions.

Great.

Lars kissed Kirk. Kirk! I felt an emotion that I didn't think existed as I glared daggers out the window. I didn't want him to be with Kirk, Lars was supposed to be my man! My little Dainish man, but no I had to keep my mouth shut like a bitch. Once we got home I went upstairs a little bit too fast hoping no one noticed. I closed my door and cursed when I heard it slam shut. Shit, I just had to draw attention to myself and let people know I'm hurt and jealous.

Listening for any signs of people coming twoaefs my room. I decided to go to my dresser and open the one drawer I had, specifically for if I was stressed, in a bad mood, or just hungry. Sometimes I either don't or forget to eat. I took out my can of wip cream and a thing of tapioca pudding. I sat back on my bed and enjoyed my little treat shaking the can of wip cream and squeezing the fluffy food on the pudding. I know that Dad and everyone knows I have snack and shit like that in my room, but I still feel self conscious about it.

A soft sigh escaped my mouth as I had my dessert. About fifteen minutes go by and I'm on my third pudding so I know I'm stressed out like a cat and a vacuum cleaner. I almost dropped my spoon and empty pudding cup when, I heard a knock on my door. Quickly shoving the closed wip cream under my blankets and tossing the spoon and cups in my bin to kick under my bed. I gave whoever it was permission to come in.

I swallowed softly as Lars Opened my door. I could never get over how handsome he was! Those blue eyes always full of emotions and thoughts. Perfect lips that I crave to taste. I pulled myself back to reality as to not give him any hints of how much I wanted him in that moment. I felt the jealousy hit me like a freight train and almost said something.

"Hey Diamond you have a couple of minutes?"

"Y-yeah what's up?" I stuttered.

"Well it's kinda important. I know it's kinda gonna sound crazy and shit, but I can't ignore how I feel around you anymore." He said running his fingers through his hair nervously his cheeks turning a bright pink. It dawned on me that he was confessing his feelings for me. Right to my face!

"You l-like me?!"

"Yes Diamond, a lot more than you think. I can't stop staring at you, it's like your a magnet towards me. Pulling me in and falling harder for you." Lars said smiling sheepishly.

That's when my intrusive thought kicked in and I leaned in and kissed his cheek. Quickly pulling away I blushed red as a tomato. Lars' eyes widened for a sec then he softly chuckled at my kiss. What I didn't expect was for him to get up and close the door quietly, nevermind locking it as well. I looked down my heart beating fast as a rabbit. I felt him sit back on the bed and grab my chin making me look up at him.

"Look at me darling, I know what's going on behind those beautiful eyes of yours. I'm more than willing to do that if you're comfortable with that."

I couldn't believe what he just offered to me. My hips shifted as I scooted a little bit to him. Completely forgotten about the wip cream can I jump. Lars caught a glimpse of the lump under my comforter and smirked. Fuck even his smirk was hot! I felt myself clench my thighs as I bit my lip.

"Hiding something I should know about?"

"Just um...a wip cream can." I said my voice cracking softly.

Lars laughed softly at my little display as he pulled back the sheets and grabbed the can. My eyes watched curiously at his movements. Lars grabbed my left arm and pulled up my sleeve of my shirt, exposing my forearm to him. He sprayed a little line of whip cream on my forearm and leaned down to slowly lick it off me. I gasped softly feeling his warm tongue slide up my forearm.

"You like that lille blomst?" Lars said speaking dainish.

Little flower.

I nodded my words stuck in my throat. He took that as a yes from me and tiled my head and pushed my hair back so my neck was exposed to him. I licked my dry lips my breath shallow. Again he put some on my neck and began to suck my neck this time. A moan escaped me, my nipples hardened under my top. Lars pulled away and traced the mark he made on my neck.

"So fucking responsive to me. I have a feeling you like it rough."

"I'm not sure. I-im still new to all of this." I confessed. Lars' eyes showed me that he understood what I meant.

"You're a virgin? Or you never had experience with a Dom before?"

"I'm not a virgin. I just never been with someone this kinky before."

"Ah I understand, well how about this? We'll start vanilla for the first time, then work up to rough sex in the future ja?" Lars said as his hand ran down my chest.

I nodded and feeling bold took the whipped cream can from him. I looked in his eyes as if asking permission to even look at him. Lars chuckled and held out his arm. I sprayed some on like he did and licked it off his forearm, causing a soft moan to come out of him. I felt him pull me into his lap as I straddled his hips. He leaned in and kissed me deeply his tounge seeking entrance in my mouth.

His taste is just as good as I imagined it would be! Sweet from the whip cream with a hint of whiskey from earlier. I felt his hands go under my shirt and run down my spine. I felt the heat of my pussy and pulse of my clit, causing me to moan softly against his neck. Lars growled softly in my ear as he unclasped my bra underneath my shirt.

"Such a good girl. Let me take care of you tonight." Lars said as he pulled out my white strapless bra.

A soft moan left my lips again when I felt my hard nipples, stick up after being covered up. I need to feel him inside me. Lars grinded his hips against me eliciting a whimper when I felt, his erection. Lars said something to me in Dainish again. I loved hearing him speak his native tongue.

"I need you Lars."

"I need you too lille blomst." Lars said his voice was rough with need.

Sitting me back on the bed he stripped down to his boxers, giving me a good view of his body. I wanted to touch and explore him so badly that, I made grabby hands like a child with their parents. I heard Lars make a clicking noise wagging his finger at me. I let out a whiny noise at his denying, I knew he was teasing me trying to get me riled up.

"Strip."

"Y-yes sir." I said as I pulled off my top and bottoms leaving my damp pink panties on.

I heard him hiss softly as his eyes raked my body. I'm not much to look at with my small breasts and kinda fat but still flat tummy. I whimpered his name loudly as he grabbed both my breasts, squeezing and running his rough fingers over my nipples. I was practically soaked in my panties as he kissed and nipped my skin.

"Fuck your gorgeous lille blomst. I can't wait to taste you."

"hah ngh Lars."

"Aw so needy! Just the way I like my submissives." He teased slowly pulling my panties off exposing my wet pussy.

He groaned his breath hot against my cunt. I wanted to see what was under his boxers.

I put my hands on his back, his skin soft and warm. I moaned his name loudly when I felt his tongue plunge into my cunt's wetness. In and out he lapped up my juices, making me make all kinds of sounds I didn't think would come out of me. I hoped that no one could hear us. My nails dug into his back and I moaned his name as I came hard.

"Mmm you taste so good when you cum baby. I can't wait any longer."

Lars sat up and pulled his boxers down his hard cock standing at the ready. Fuck he's big! I clenched my thighs again my breathing in short gasps. Lars gently grabbed my ankles and spread my legs open wide. I whimpered my clit swollen and my pussy glistened. I heard him groan in the back of his throat.

"Such a pretty pussy. Don't worry I'll be gentle Lillie blomst." Lars said as he got in-between my legs and pushed inside me slowly.

I moaned as I adjusted to his size and girth. Once I was comfortable he slowly thrusts his hips hitting my g-spit every time. I finally was having sex with him, my danish boy. I gripped his shoulders trying to push him deeper in only to, feel him gripped my hips tightly. He thrusted faster still gentle with me and his soft grunts and my sounds filled my room.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum baby. Gonna cum. Ohh fuck!" Lars moaned as he let out a grunt as I felt his dick pulsing inside me.

As he filled me up both of us heard a knock at the door making me panic. Lars shushed me thrusting once finishing emptying his load inside me. I heard the door open and Kirk swearing. I tried not to breath and Lars kissed my neck helping me relax.

"Jesus Christ Lars! Y'all know what a lock is?!"

"Aw shucks maybe I forgot."

"You know what nevermind I'll talk to you later." Kirk said mumbling under his breath as he closed the door. Both of us softly laughed as he pulled his softening cock out of me. I was happy that this happened to me. I felt Lars kissing my lips as I kissed him back.

"You want to go for round two?"

"Y-yes please!"

[sepipainting]

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[draftmare]

Sunscreen! I know that summer is almost over, but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't stop thinking about sunscreen. I wanted to make a quick post about two sunscreen products that I have recently fallen in love with.

The first one for Sydney, who has a very pink nose. This summer I decided to ditch the long nose on her fly mask because with her allergies it seemed to honestly be causing more harm than good, and instead just slather her in sunscreen. It took some trial and error, and at one point her nose was looking really, really rough. Thankfully half way through July I found this stuff through the magic of FB ads:

Turns out one of the other riders at the barn uses it, and she gave it a thumbs up, which is good because I had already ordered it at that point. I put it on her at night, and it seems to last through to the next day, because her nose has not been the angry pink that it was before I started using this. I am about 1/3rd of the way through the 1 pound jar, and I am not shy about how much I smear on her nose, and she has a lot of nose to cover.

I COULD NOT get their website to accept my payment information. Not on my phone, my iPad, or my computer, so I ended up buying it from Valley Vet.

The other sunscreen product I have recently fallen in love with is Hawaiian Tropic Sheer Touch sunscreen.

When it comes to sunscreen, this stuff isn't cheap, at least in my mind, at $12 a bottle, but it goes on sooooo smooth, soaks in cleaner than a lotion, and doesn't leave your skin feeling greasy. The smell is meh, but it does dissipate after a bit. I have been using the spray on sunscreens for YEARS because I hate how sunscreens make me feel greasy, sticky, and like a dirt magnet at the barn, but this stuff is now my go-to for sunscreen. It actually seems to attract dirt even less than the spray on sunscreen, which is awesome. I have been really trying to up my sunscreen game lately, putting it on even before I walk my dog or go to run errand and know I will be wanting to drive with my windows down. A lot of people close to me have had skin cancer scares with having to have spots removed and biopsied, and a good friend lost her mom to skin cancer that metastasized to her brain, which seems to be a common place for it to go, sadly. Not trying to live my life in fear, but definitely trying to protect one of the biggest organs of the body (yes, your skin is considered an organ, so weird!)

[satyadevind]

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[martlet-of-snowdin]

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[thisismeracing]

King of my heart | Mick Schumacher

Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that's why, for the first time in forever, he threw carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

Warnings: explicit language, smut, alcohol, angst, and so on, please check each chapter's warnings before reading.

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Hamilton!reader (she/her)

Soundtrack: here

Series status: complete

A/n: I do not permit my work to be reposted on a different platform. This is my only account, if you see my work somewhere else, please let me know!

Psa. The pics from the social media chapter are not mine.

CHAPTERS

01. siblings or dating (smau)

02. cookies and free rides (smau)

03. breakfast dates and shared clothes (smau)

04. the first time they met (regular c.)

05. shoulder and sugar to lean on (regular c.)

06. paris fashion week and china gp (smau)

07. sharing playlists and history (regular c.)

08. sightseeing and race-week-dump (smau)

09. sharing is caring (regular c.)

10. privacy sign at the door (regular c.)

11. he's got a girlfriend (smau)

12. gathering the fam (smau)

13. spotted and discovered (smau)

14. the past comes to say hello (smau)

15. our love is a secret I'm trying to keep (regular c.)

16. closing doors (regular c.)

17. tulips, just like in Switzerland (smau)

18. red carnations and home (regular c.)

19. not alone tonight (smau)

20. closure, and packing (regular c.)

21. through their eyes (smau)

22. jealousy, jealousy (regular c.)

23. the most beautiful time of the year (smau)

24. king of my heart (regular c.)

DRABBLES & HEADCANONS & EXTRAS

creating a shared playlist

meeting Corinna and Gina

telling Lewis about Mick

Mick defending Yn from a mean journalist

slow mornings together

to build a home ✷

getting matching tattoos

💌 texts between mick and yn

oklahoma, memes, and pov

drivers room's nap, and tis the damn season

©thisismeracing do not copy, steal, or translate my work.

[renavie]

Suvi felt her heart quicken as she approached Enver Gortash's office. The knot of unease tightened in her gut. Despite her internal protests, the invitation had intrigued her far more than it disturbed her. After all, hadn't she decided a cleaner break with her past was necessary? A new path, unburdened by the whispered shadows of a half-forgotten Bhaal-tainted legacy?

The door creaked open. Gortash's quarters emanated a strange mix of cold efficiency and lavish opulence. Gilded sconces cast an amber glow upon the rich tapestries and dark wood paneling. The man himself stood facing the vast window overlooking Baldur's Gate, his back to her.

"Took you long enough," he said, his voice low and rumbling, tinged with amusement.

"You extended the invitation. It would have been rude to refuse," she responded, striving to keep her voice steady.

He turned. Enver Gortash was a man whose presence demanded attention. Strikingly handsome, with sharp cheekbones and eyes the color of molten silver, he exuded an aura of both magnetism and subtle menace. A predatory grace laced his movements as he approached. Even with the mask of amnesia shielding her, a disquieting familiarity tugged at the edges of her awareness.

"True," he purred, his gaze sweeping over her. "But you could have rejected it and yet here you are…it’s a surprise, given that I warned you about the Iron Throne" he wanted to sound angry however there was something more in his voice. Something she didn’t understand.

“I did what was right” he glared at her, almost laughing to himself.

“Right?” he said mockingly “Don’t make me laugh! You, the merciless assassin, making the streets red…talking about morals?”

“Yes,” she responded firmly “the person you knew is gone…I no longer want to be driven by the urges, I want to be me”

More in the link~!

[notalexhorne]

Boy, I really gave a mouse a cookie just now, and am absolutely exhausted for it.

I noticed that the laptop that is hooked up to the TV and used for watching foreign programming was dusty and gross, so I got up to clean it off. Then I figured, might as well dust off the TV while I'm at it.

And then, while I was cleaning the TV, I remembered that the window by the front door is a bit gross and needs cleaning, so I took the Windex over there. Except it was more than just the window. The giant vape clouds my husband breathes like a fucking dragon has made the entire window, and blinds, and the curtain all sticky as fuck, so I wound up scrubbing the whole area down. Which also alerted me to the presence of a disgusting amount of cobwebs, which are best tackled with the vacuum cleaner.

But also, the stick that's used to keep the window from getting opened from the outside also needed to be cleaned, because it's made of wood, and is just a magnet for gross. But when I picked it up, a giant silverfish crawled out of it. So I took it to the bath, silverfish and all, and bleached the fuck out of it. Get bleached, silverfish. That's now sitting outside to dry in the sun.

And now, an hour later, my husband is annoyed with me, because he's wondering why I waited until right after he woke up to do this. But it's because I didn't notice the laptop needed dusting off until right after he woke up.

[silver-crowned-riders]

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Forget towels that just drip and unlike sponges that smell Zorbeez is odor-free and leaves a path of clean!

Now you can clean and dry and never leave anything behind.

You'll be amazed at just how much they absorb!

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It's great for blinds, plants, glass and more!

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