#I was watching it with my dad and I love it

[nerdlvr]

✩ BDILF ; noun (boyfriend's dad i'd like to fuck)

(MDNI)

smut , dilf jaemin x reader , boyfriend's dad jaemin , age gap , both consenting adults btw , manhandling , pussy eating , juicy pussy , degrading kink , mocking , jaemin talking in third person , raw no lube no condom , lots of dirty talk , petnames , he loves laughing at u , choking/gaggin? , insane backshots , he's better than ur bf , requested here ! , lmk if i missed anything

"you smell like sex."

you shivered as you felt him get close to you, his breath soft against your ear.

"w-what are you talking about?" your grip on the counter was tight, knuckles turning white as you held your breath.

his low chuckle rang throughout the kitchen, his hands gently running along your hair, "just saying-" his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging lightly so your head tilted back, "if he just fucked you, i don't understand why you're out here getting your own water."

he let go of your hair, instead reaching up towards the open cabinet to grab the cup you had forgotten you were reaching for.

his soft bulge pressed against your ass, the thin shorts you had on leaving nothing to the imagination.

the clink of the cup placed in front of you made you flinch, your attention back on the cup of water you had come out to get.

you watched as his veiny hand gripped the glass, the other reaching to turn on the faucet, collecting the cold water into the cup.

he turned towards you, cup in hand, "drink." he held the cold glass to your lips, his smile soft as his eyes met yours.

he reached his free hand out to cup under your chin, collecting any drops that threatened to spill as you slowly drank the water.

your eyes never left his as the water finished, his thumb quickly replacing the rim of the glass as he swiped across your lips to dry the area.

"good girl. now head to bed- it's late."

.

your body tingled as you walked back into your boyfriend's room, hands rubbing at your bare arms to ease the goosebumps that had formed on your skin.

"baby?" you called out to your boyfriend, his soft snores being the only response.

great. you sat on the edge of the bed, thighs slightly pressing together as you bit your lip. what to do, what to do?

you had planned to come back to your boyfriend, asking him to fuck you again, hopefully making you cum this time, as you thought of his insanely attractive dad calling you his good girl.

but instead he was fast asleep, lips slightly twitching as he entered dreamland. if he were awake, would he even be able to fulfill your sick little fantasy? the simple answer was no. you had to do something.

.

and that's how you ended up in front of mr. na's door, you voice softly calling out for him.

your breath caught in your throat as the door cracked open, the tall dark haired man peeking through, "oh- it's you-" he opened the door further.

you gulped as you scanned his body, a tight black tank top hugging his body, his cock lazily bobbing in his pajama pants.

your eyes moved up to meet his, "uh- i was going to-"

"you know you can just knock anytime."

you nodded curtly, hands coming behind your back to fidget with your shorts, "y-yeah, i just didn't wanna wake-" you turned your head towards across the hall.

he hummed in understanding a small smirk playing on his lips, "is that right? then come in-" he reached towards your shoulder, warm hand grazing along your arm, "you're gonna catch a cold out there."

.

you stood awkwardly in the center of his room, watching as he let out a grunt, positioning himself comfortably on his desk chair.

his arms spread open, fingers gesturing for you to approach him, "come here princess, tell me what's wrong."

you shuffled towards him, stopping to stand in between his legs, "i don't know why i came actually- i was just- just-" your voice drifted off as his hands came up to rub against your thighs, fingers gently pulling at the fabric of your shorts.

he looked up at you, eyes soft, "is it cold in my son's room?"

your hand came up to play with your lip, a small nod confirming his suspicions.

"you think mr. na can help you get warm?" his hands grazed the bottom of your ass, a slight ache building in between your legs.

you let out a breath, chest rising and falling with nerves, "yes mr. na."

you tried to back away, his arm caging you in as he stood up suddenly, his chest pressed against yours, "sweet girl, he has no idea how to treat you- sit."

he turned you towards his chair, hands softly pushing you down, "it's okay, i'll treat you right hm? will you let me?"

your eyes followed him as he kneeled in front of you, his hands never leaving your thighs, "words baby- use your words."

your breath shuddered as he planted a kiss to your knee, his lips soft and warm, "y-yes mr. na."

he smiled into the next kiss, right in the middle of your thigh, "good girl, lets take these off then okay?" he reached for the band of your shorts, chuckling softly as your hips rose up to help him.

"listen so well my baby-" he kissed along your thighs as he slid your panties down with your shorts, your legs instinctively spreading open in front of him.

"oh wow-" he reached forward to run his finger through your folds, a soft moan leaving his lips as your juices dripped onto the leather seat, "can't believe that fool's over there sleeping when this little pussy is begging to be fucked-"

you whined softly, hips rutting up against his teasing finger, "please mr. na-"

he scooted closer towards your core, breath fanning against your core as he examined you. two of his fingers moved up to spread your folds, juices coating your entire cunt.

"wanna get fucked by your boyfriend's dad that much princess? only mr. na can give you what you want hm?" his smirk was wide as he taunted you, a gentle finger running along your core as he waited for your reply.

"y-yes mr. na- want you to- to- mmnh."

his tongue lapped at your clit, his soft chuckle vibrating along your core as he tasted you. he wasn't like your boyfriend at all, taking his time with your cunt as if it were his last task on earth.

his movements were smooth, almost painfully slow as he swirled his tongue around your heat, sucking up any of your juices that threatened to spill.

you looked down to watch him, his eyes were shut, mouth fully engulfing your core as he brought his arms up to wrap around your thighs, pulling you closer towards his mouth.

"m-mister- oh!"

his tongue moved down to prod at your entrance, a low groan leaving his lips as you gushed on his tongue.

"s-stop i'm gonna-"

he kissed up your core, lips coated in your juices as he stopped to smile up at you, "gonna cum baby? isn't that the point?"

you blushed deeply, hands coming up to cover your face as you shook your head.

"no? why don't you wanna cum angel hm?"

he kissed up your tummy, hands coming up to pull at your wrists so he could see your face.

you bit your lips as you looked at his flushed cheeks, eyes trailing down to his now hard bulge in his pants, "i-"

"oh i see- dirty girls wants to come on nana's cock right?"

you nodded shyly, glossy eyes and pouty lips looking up at the man you had once seen as your father in law, "want your cock so bad mr. na."

he leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your lips, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you off the seat, "whatever princess wants, she gets."

his kisses were persistent, on your lips, your nose, your cheeks, your slick still wet on his lips as he placed them on your skin.

"you're so beautiful-" you turned your face away, feeling your cheeks begin the heat up, "but i need you face down for me- need to fuck this pussy properly."

he gripped your waist softly, turning you around to press you against his bed, your ass sticking up in the air.

"shit- so perfect baby."

you heard him rustle behind you, his pants long forgotten on the floor as he struggled to pull his shirt over his head.

he bundled the shirt in his hand, leaning forward to hold it out in front of your face, "open-" you complied, jaw adjusting uncomfortably as he pressed the fabric into your mouth. "wouldn't want my poor son to hear his girlfriend getting the best dick in her life now would we?"

you grunted against his shirt, eyes squeezing shut as he sunk into your heat, each inch of his length more painful than the last.

"easyy sweet girl-" he ran his hand along your spine, slightly easing your tense figure, "how can i fuck this pretty pussy if you're so damn tight? won't even let me push all the way in."

he wasn't all the way in?

he chuckled as your worried eyes turned to meet his, a soft smile on his lips, "just a little more, i know you can do it- look."

you gasped as he quickly snapped his hips against your ass, your stomach clenching at the sudden fullness.

"see-" he rocked his hips against yours, a mocking laugh leaving his lips as your loud moan was muffled against the fabric of his shirt, "pussy was made for me baby."

all these years you had thought your boyfriend had gotten his horrible bed skills from his father, a sad case of hereditary bad dick, but you were thankfully proven wrong by his insanely big dicked dad, his sharp thrusts almost too good.

"awe poor baby cant even speak- 'ts too much for you hm?" he laughed to himself, hand reaching down to push his shirt farther into your mouth.

"next time when he's not here, i'm gonna have the whole fucking neighborhood hear how much of a slut you are for your boyfriend's daddy."his chuckle rang in your ears as he pistoned his hips into yours, his pace relentless. he leaned down to press his chest against your back, hands moving upward to grip at your shoulders, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

"no one can treat you this good baby- no one but me." your hair was a mess against the sheets as you nodded dumbly, eyes practically rolling into the back of your head as you felt your orgasm approaching.

his hips were angled perfectly, like he knew the inside of your body, the tip of his cock rubbing right along that sweet patch.

"right there baby, right? can tell by the way you're clenching around me baby- bet it feels so, so good."

his dirty words made your head spin, your teeth practically grinding against the fabric of his tank top. you felt your stomach grow tense, your toes curling tightly as you tapped your foot against the bed, hips drawing inward a you felt your orgasm approach.

you turned your head to press your forehead against the bed, trying to focus on your breathing to avoid screaming your lungs out as you felt your orgasm hit you like a train.

he grabbed your twitching body, his length still sliding along your walls as he hungrily chased his own high.

"just- just a little bit more- fuck, fuck, fuck-"

you released his shirt from your mouth, a loud whine leaving your lips as he slapped his hips against your harshly, his body still as he pressed deep into you, his cum coating your insides.

you both let out a huff, your bodies falling limply onto the bed as you tried to catch your breath.

you felt his strong arm, press down on you, stopping you from turning over, "don't- don't move-"

you laughed softly as he grunted loudly, trying to lift himself up, "i'll get you water- and something to clean you up- don't you dare move."

he got up to walk out of the room, stopping to turn around and check on you.

you were still there laying on his bed, but now giggling as you tried to get under his covers.

"good girl-" he smiled in your direction, "i'll be right back."

[amirasainz]

Hey I don’t know if you can do it but please can you do baby Alonzo getting hurt in the padlock like mabye breaking her arm thanks p.s I love you fics your my fav writer

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

xoxo babygirl 💕

Chasing Butterflies 🦋

The sun was shining brightly over the paddock as the sounds of whirring engines and bustling teams filled the air. It was a lively scene, filled with energy, but there was one tiny figure who brought her own special kind of joy to the paddock. Yn, Fernando’s four-year-old daughter, was skipping through the area, clutching a small stuffed bear in one hand while chasing butterflies with the other.

“Careful there, Yn!” Lando called out, grinning as he watched her toddle around near the garages. “Don’t run too far!”

Yn giggled, not really paying attention to his warning. “Butterflies don’t wait!” she chirped back, her voice full of determination.

“Looks like she’s got the Alonso focus already,” George joked, leaning against the Mercedes garage as he watched her.

Charles was nearby, sipping a water bottle and laughing softly. “She might be more competitive than we are. Look at her go!”

Max, leaning against the Red Bull garage, gave a small chuckle. “At least she’s not trying to race us yet. Give her ten years.”

As Yn ran past, Lewis crouched down, holding out his hand for a high-five. She stopped briefly, giving him a big slap on the hand before darting off again. “That’s my girl!” he called after her.

Oscar was sitting on a small folding chair, fiddling with his race gloves. “Should someone… keep a closer eye on her? I mean, I know she’s having fun, but—”

“She’s fine,” Pierre cut in, smiling. “She’s tough. Like her dad.”

But just as Pierre said that, Yn, in her enthusiastic chasing of the butterfly, tripped over a loose cable on the ground. There was a collective gasp as she fell forward, landing hard on her arm with a sharp cry of pain.

“Yn!” Carlos was the first to shout, sprinting over to her. He was quickly followed by Charles and Lewis, while the rest of the drivers abandoned whatever they were doing and ran toward her.

Yn was sitting on the ground, clutching her arm tightly, tears streaming down her face. Her cries were heart-wrenching, and the drivers instantly surrounded her in concern.

“It’s okay, Yn, we’re here,” Lewis said gently, kneeling beside her. “Shh, shh, don’t cry.”

“I—it hurts!” Yn sobbed, her little face scrunched up in pain.

“Her arm doesn’t look right,” Oscar pointed out, his face pale as he noticed the awkward angle of her tiny forearm.

“Alright, we need to get her to the medical center. Now,” Max said, his voice unusually firm.

“On it,” George said, carefully picking Yn up in his arms. “It’s okay, Yn. We’ll fix you up in no time.”

She buried her face in George’s shoulder, still crying, and he began walking briskly toward the medical center, the other drivers close behind.

---

Inside the medical center, Fernando was already waiting. He had heard the commotion over the radio and had rushed there immediately. When he saw George carrying Yn inside, her tear-streaked face red with pain, his heart sank.

“Mi pequeña,” Fernando said softly, his voice breaking slightly as he reached out to take her from George. Yn immediately wrapped her good arm around her father’s neck, crying into his shoulder.

“Papá! It hurts so much!” she wailed.

“I know, I know, cariño,” Fernando whispered, sitting down in one of the chairs and holding her on his lap. He stroked her hair gently, speaking to her in rapid Spanish. “Tranquila, mi amor. Papá est�� aquí. Todo estará bien. Te prometo.”

The doctor approached, carefully examining Yn’s arm. “It looks like a clean break,” he said. “We’ll need to put it in a cast.”

Yn whimpered at the mention of a cast, clinging even tighter to Fernando. “No! I don’t want it!”

Fernando kissed her temple, continuing to soothe her. “Shh, mi amor. Es solo un yeso. Será rosa, como a ti te gusta. Y papá estará contigo todo el tiempo.”

The doctor smiled gently. “We can definitely make it pink. Let’s get started.”

Fernando kept Yn on his lap the entire time, holding her close as the doctor worked. He murmured soft words in Spanish the entire time, telling her stories about brave princesses and how proud he was of her for being so strong. Yn eventually stopped crying as the pain dulled and the cast was carefully secured around her arm.

“See, mi amor? All done. Eres mi campeona,” Fernando said, smiling as he wiped her tears away.

Yn sniffled, looking at her bright pink cast. “It’s pretty…”

“Of course it is. Just like you,” Fernando said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

---

When they returned to the paddock, the drivers were waiting anxiously. As soon as they saw Yn, they rushed over.

“Hey, champ,” Lando said softly, crouching down to her level. “That’s a cool cast you’ve got there.”

Yn nodded shyly, still holding onto Fernando’s hand.

“I think it’s missing something, though,” Oscar said, pulling a small sheet of colorful stickers from his pocket. “How about we decorate it?”

Yn’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Really,” Oscar said with a smile, handing her the stickers. “I’ll help.”

Soon, all the drivers were gathered around Yn, helping her stick tiny jewels, flowers, and even a little race car sticker onto her cast.

“There,” Charles said proudly. “That’s a cast fit for a champion.”

Yn giggled, looking at her now-sparkly pink cast. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” Max said, ruffling her hair. “But no more running around, okay? We don’t want you getting hurt again.”

“I won’t,” Yn promised, clutching her father’s hand.

Fernando looked around at the group of drivers, a small smile on his face. “Thank you, all of you, for taking care of her.”

“Of course, Fernando,” Lewis said. “She’s part of the family.”

Yn looked up at her dad, smiling brightly despite the cast on her arm. “Can I still chase butterflies?”

Fernando laughed softly, scooping her up in his arms. “Maybe… after the race. But next time, I’ll chase them with you.”

[ronispadez]

I have an autistic (tbd) 67 year old dad and 11 older siblings and we all love to quote stupid shit. I can't even tell you if most of what my dad says is a quote or not because 99% of the time I haven't watched the movie he's quoting, so to me that's just How He Talks.

I could talk about this for DAYS and I can't even give you a concise list of all the things we quote because I don't even know where most of what we quote comes from!!! I just found out that something I was quoting didn't actually come from some old obscure YouTube video, but actually a homemade movie my older brother recorded, in which he gave our other brothers lines.

But uhh here's a couple quotes?? A lot of these have gestures and acting to their delivery so just imagine it:

"Just went (claps hands) sailing on down there!"

"No matter how many ways we figure it, somebody don’t like the way we figure it!"

"Trouble? Having any trouble?" (All from It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World (plus a million others from that one))

"Daddy's gonna kill Ralphie!!"

"Football? What's a football?" (Both from A Christmas Story)

"that. Was the worst. Throw. Ever. Of all time"--"Not my fault, somebody put a wall in my way" (red vs blue)

"I thought you said there'd be a bar here"--"Yeah, mah bad" (that Star Wars abridged series on YouTube)

"You guys playing cards? :3" (Animal House)

"Quick, what's the number for 9-1-1?"--"How should I know?"

"Dear Darla, I HATE your STINKIN GUTS. you make me VOMIT. you are the SCUM betWEEN my TOES. love, alf-alfa."

"the 4-foot tall MAN-EATING-CHICKEN!!" (All from Little Rascals)

"I-I'm cooperating here!!" (Fargo)

"It'll test your head, and your mind, and your brain, too." (School of Rock)

"Recently. Yeah, recently!" (Snow White)

just... So many others from invader Zim, the emperor's new groove, the first SpongeBob movie, 90s-2000s Disney/Pixar, and a million other movies I've never watched. God we're all so neurodivergent...

Tagging my niece @daziedreams 🫣🫣

i love hearing what lines from film/tv people quote with their family all the time because they're always niche and forgettable to everyone but that specific family

[tpwk-formula1]

Paddock Bunny Series - 3

A/N: I promise next week I will try to not have a threesome involved in each situation but for the plot this made the most sense. I'm also so fucking sorry for how long this took me! I'm trying to get my mental health in check while also being in and out of the hospital for stomach issues. It's been a whole thing but I'm getting there! Slowly but surely I will be back to semi regular postings! I love you guys always I'm glad you're here for the ride

Drivers Included:

Max Verstappen x Lando Norris x reader

Pierre Gasly x Kika Gomez x reader

Lewis Hamilton x reader

TW: ALL OF THEM

WC: 6.7K

Y/N POV

"Shit," I mumble when I see Max and Lando collide into each other. I continue watching as both of the boys make their way into the pit lane to fix Max's puncture and Lando serve his penalty as well as fix the front wing.

"Retire the car," I hear Lando mumble into his radio making me cringe slightly knowing he's breaking his streak of being the only driver to finish within the points this season.

Once Lando's car is parked back into the garage he quickly climbs out and heads start for the media pen. With him being the only driver in the media pen he is done within the first 30 minutes and back to hiding in his driver's room.

"Please meet me in here"

The text read which had me shaking my head softly before sneaking towards his room when everyone was paying attention to Oscar.

"Are you doing okay?" I ask softly while opening the door and walking into the room to find Lando sitting on his little couch with his race suit at his hips.

"Don't wanna talk about it," Lando mumbles while I climb into his lap making myself comfortable while he wraps his arms around my hips and pulling me closer.

"We have to fly back with him tonight," Lando tells me softly making me wince at the thought of being stuck in a plane with Lando and Max right now.

"Technically I'm flying with my dad," I tell him softly while letting my fingers lightly trail over Lando's cheek bone.

"I don't care, tell him you're flying with me to help me with my media presence or something, I don't want to be alone on that flight," Lando replies back before pulling me down for a quick kiss.

"Fine, I'll talk to him," I tell Lando softly before kissing Lando again and allowing Lando's wandering hands to find my ass and giving it a quick squeeze.

Once I board Max's private jet I quickly find Lando in the back of the plane with his headphones on ignoring whatever Max could have said to him.

"Stop being rude," I tell Lando sternly while taking out one of his Airpods so he can hear if someone talks to him.

"Don't wanna speak to anyone," Lando mumbles like a child making me roll my eyes at his pettiness.

"Hi Max," I turn my attention to the Dutch man since Lando doesn't want to speak to anyone.

"Hi, Y/N how are you doing tonight?" Max asks softly while I sit down into he seat across from him. I could see Lando in the corner of my eye sink further into his seat while pouting.

"I'm alright, think I'm just here to make sure the girls don't fight," I joke with a small smirk on my lips making Max laugh softly and shake his head while Lando only pouts a bit louder.

"I'm proud of you for making it back to P5," I tell Max softly making him smile and nod.

"I'm sure the Brit behind me wouldn't be too thrilled to hear you say that," Max teases making me shake my head softly.

"He'll get over it," I shrug not wanting to cater to Lando's feelings if he's going to act like a child.

"Really, Y/N?" I hear Lando huff making me giggle a little.

"Lando stop pouting and join us please," I say softly making Lando groan and sit in his seat a couple more minutes before finally getting up and joining Max and I.

We're about midway through the flight before the boys are back on speaking terms.

"Look I'm sorry if I said anything in the media pen. I was upset after the DNF and penalty," Lando mumbles to Max making me smile softly.

"I'm sorry too if I said anything too," Max replies with a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Whatever happens on the track and in the media pen needs to stay there," Max adds making Lando nod his head in agreeance.

I went back to reading my book ignoring the two boys before I feel Lando gently pull me into his lap making me squeal.

"Lando!" I say while laughing slightly. Lando ignores me and just adjusts me into his lap so I'm straddling his waist.

"Do you want to go into the room with Max and I?" Lando asks softly making me think for a split second before nodding.

Lando says nothing just stands up and carries me into the small room in the back of the plane that has a door for privacy. I see that Max has followed us in here before Lando gently places me down on the bed so I'm looking up at both of the boys.

Neither of them say anything so I reach for Max's belt before unbuckling it and unzipping his pants letting them fall on their own while I move to Lando doing the same thing. Once both of them step out of their pants leaving them in their shirts and boxers I quickly pull off the dress I was wearing leaving me in my black matching set. Once I'm down to my bra and panties Max and Lando both quickly pull off their shirts before Max is climbing onto the bed near the headboard which instantly has me crawling away from the edge and into Max's lap.

"Can I kiss you?" I ask softly since this is the first time Max and I are sleeping together and we all agreed to follow everyone's boundaries.

Instead of answering Max pulls my face into his hands and brings me down to his lips. The second his lips hit mine I can't help but moan and sink further into Max's lap while I can feel Lando climbing onto the bed behind me.

"Protection," I say softly pulling back from Max making him groan softly.

"It's in the backpack at the end of the bed," Max mumbles pulling me back into a kiss making me grind down into his crotch harder making both of us moan into the kiss.

I feel Lando shuffle back towards the end of the bed and rummage through the backpack all the while Max and I are still wrapped up into each others arms.

When I hear the sound of the foil being picked up and I turned my body slightly grabbing one of the condoms from Lando and ripping it open without a second thought.

I shuffle off of Max's lap letting him pull his boxers down where I put the condom on the tip of his dick before using my mouth to roll it on the rest of the way.

"Fuck," I hear Max hiss at the contact of my lips on his sensitive tip.

Once I had successfully rolled the condom on using only my mouth I pull back up climbing into Max's lap and pulling my panties to the side, before slowly sinking down on Max's cock not needing any kind of warm up.

"Fuck, I had so many plans for the first time I got with you and the second you rolled that condom on it went right out the window," Max groans while Lando is behind me unclipping my bra and letting it fall into Max and I's lap.

Max's hands are on my tits almost instantly while I get to work of bouncing on Max's cock.

"Fuck, Max! It's too big," I whine out when I'm fully seated on his cock being stretched in ways I have yet to be stretched.

"Shit! I can feel the way you're squeezing me," Max says through gritted teeth while I start slowly rocking my hips.

Lando moves around the bed slightly before attaching his mouth to one of my free nipples.

"Oh God," I cry out when I feel his teeth sink down softly illiciting slight pain that instantly turns back into pleasure when he goes back to sucking to soothe down the sting.

Max lets me ride him for a few more seconds before he's pulling me off his cock and arranging me so I'm on my hands and knees for him.

"Oh fuck," I cry when Max wastes no time shoving his cock back into my pussy.

Lando moves his body around so he's now sitting in front of me letting his hard dripping cock touch my lip. I waste no time taking him into my mouth and working his cock with my tongue.

"Fuck," Lando cries out making me smirk slightly before taking Lando all the way down my throat.

I kind of figured Max would be dominant but I wasn't prepared for hot rough he truly was.

Everytime I try to cry out in pleasure it is muffled by Lando's cock sending strong vibrations straight through his cock making him cry out even louder.

I could tell Max was feeding off of both Lando and I's pleasure showing me he is a true pleasure dom.

"I can tell you're about to cum, princess," Max grunts out while he continues to fuck into my pussy harder.

When Max moves his fingers between our bodies and starts playing with my clit I can no longer hold off my impending orgasm.

Lando pulls his cock out of my mouth letting me scream out as I cum all over Max's cock.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant as I feel wave after wave of my orgasm.

Once my orgasm had washed over Max gave me no time to calm down as he's flipping out bodies over again so I'm riding him once again.

"Fuck her ass," Max tells Lando which has him instantly rolling on another condom before climbing behind me.

When I feel Lando push two lubed up fingers into my ass I let out a loud moan burying my face into Max's neck. It takes Lando a couple minutes to stretch my ass enough to feel I was ready to take his cock.

"Oh fuck," I whine when I feel the tip of his cock start to push into my ass.

"Oh God," I cry out when I feel him start to push further into my ass filling me up.

Once Lando was filling in my ass both of the boys start moving making me see stars almost instantly.

"She's not gonna last long," Lando grunts out knowing how quickly I cum from just anal let alone having my pussy filled up too.

"She's free to cum, but I'm far from done," Max grunts out only bucking up into my pussy harder.

My second orgasm of the night hit me out of no where resulting in squirting all over Max and I.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Max grunts bucking a bit harder making sure to milk this orgasm as much as he had the last.

Knowing Lando he was close to cumming and when he pulls out and quickly pulls the condom off to cum on my ass I let out a soft moan feeling his hot cum hitting my skin.

"Fuck," Lando grunts out through his orgasm. Once he's finished cumming he quickly throws on a pair of boxers before leaving the small bedroom, leaving Max and I alone.

Without Lando right behind me I quickly sit up a bit taller and start riding Max's cock.

"Fuck so good," I moan riding a bit harder trying to ignore the overstimulation I was starting to feel.

"Fuck," Max grunts out fucking up into my pussy making my nails dig a bit deeper on his chest.

I can tell Max was getting close my the way he bucking was becoming a bit more erratic.

"Fuck," Max grunts out while cumming into the condom triggering me into another small orgasm.

"Maxie," I cry out leaving scratches down his chest.

Once both of us have come down from our high I collapse on top of of Max feeling his arms wrap around his body.

"You're father would hate me even more," Max says with a laugh falling from his lips.

"He only hates you cause he can't have you," I say making him laugh.

As we are both coming down from our highs Lando slowly makes his way back into the room with a few things to start aftercare.

Lando gently takes me into his arms and lifts me off Max's cock making me whimper slightly. Once Max was free he quickly gets up and discards the condom before he started looking for my clothes while Lando helped clean me up a bit.

Once we were all dressed we all climbed back into the bed and laid with each other. I curl myself into Lando's side while Max's turns to pull my back into his chest.

I can see Max's slowly rubbing circles on Lando's torso. Seeing how relaxed Lando was under his touch told me that this was not their first time sharing a girl but it was also definitely not their first time being intimate together.

"Who wants to admit when this first started," I tease while gestering towards Max's grip on Lando's side.

"Rookie year," Lando admits softly with his cheeks heating. I just smile and nod curling farther into Lando while Max tightens his hold.

We spend the rest of the flight in each others arms talking about some of the experiences I've been able to have since becoming their bunny.

It's Silverstone and the pressure is at an all time high in Mclaren. I've been bouncing between both of the drivers room this whole weekend but now that it's Sunday and all of the guys are getting into the car to get ready for the formation lap.

A soon as the formation lap begins I move towards the back of the garage not wanting to be in the way of anyone.

When I notice the lap is coming to an end I see Pierre come back into the pits confusing. I try my best to tune into what the mechanics were saying but given being in the Mclaren garage they were mostly worried about Lando trying to get his second win.

When the lights go out I pay attention to the screen as much as possible but when my phone starts ringing I instantly break focus and notice that Kika is calling me.

"Hi, gorgeous," I say while answering the phone.

"Hi, um this might be a bit weird and I apologize if this is overstepping but I was wondering if around lap 22 you could come into Pierre's garage. I know he's upset with the race and I think you would be a good pick me up," Kika admits softly making me smile.

"Of course! Would you be able to meet me outside the garage so I can come in?" I ask.

"Absolutely! Ill see you soon," Kika responds and we quickly end the call with each other.

When the time came I quickly snuck out of the garage and made my way through the back of the garages until I got to Alpine where I found Kika standing outside waiting for me.

"Thank you! I'm sorry if that was weird," Kika says with pink cheeks.

"You're fine, I don't think Pierre would have called me himself and if you think it'll be a pick me up then I'm more than happy to help," I say with a smile. Kika and I have been friends since they got into a relationship and she was one of the first girls I told about this. She thought it was a bit insane but not because she was judging but because she's confused how Im not catching feelings.

"I'll drop you off in his room and head to the common area," Kika tells me while we are walking through the back of the garage to where Pierre's driver room is.

"You don't have to leave," I admit softly with a blush creeping up on my cheeks.

"I- really?" Kika asks with a small smile on her lips.

"Kika, this is your relationship and Im honored that you trust Pierre and I together but I would honestly love if you joined," I tell her while grabbing her hand and giving it a little squeeze. Given that we are already in the privacy of Pierre's drivers room she quickly pulls me in and places a soft kiss on my lips.

"Can I watch at first?" She asks softly looking me in the eye.

"Of course, watch and join when you're ready or just watch and enjoy," I say with a smile and pull her in for another quick kiss.

Once Pierre gets into the room he quickly smiles when he sees the two of us sitting on the little couch talking. Pierre may not have asked for time together but he 100% knew what was about to happen.

"Who's idea," Pierre says with a smirk and making his way to the couch before leaning down and pulling his girlfriend in for a kiss before looking down at me and placing a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Mine," Kika says with a bright smile making Pierre look down at her with a soft smirk.

I have always loved seeing Kika and Pierre's relationship because it was always evident how much love they shared between the two.

"Does that mean you will be joining us," Pierre asks with a bright smile clearly getting a bit giddy.

"I'm gonna watch at first and then maybe I'll join," Kika tells him softly.

Pierre seemed content enough with that as he moves his attention onto me. He quickly pulls me my by cheek to place a kiss on my lips. I see Kika make her way over to the small chair near the couch before placing herself on it.

Once we had the full couch just us Pierre makes quick work of deepening the kiss and pulling me into his lap. It doesn't take Pierre long to start tugging at my shirt and pulling it over my head to reveal my bare chest, well besides the new piercings I had gotta last week.

"Fuck, no one mentioned piercings," Pierre gasps lightly running his finger over the cool medal that's been pierced through both nipples.

"I was with her! She took it like a champ," Kika announced to her boy friend making him look at her with a raised brow.

"She said it was a surprise... that's why it was never mentioned in the group chat," Kika said with a shrug of her shoulder.

"Lando has been itching for them to be known so he can talk about how hot they are," I say with a laugh making Pierre laugh slightly but still pull me in closer and attach his lips back to mine.

"I too can't wait for everyone to know about them," Pierre mumbles against my lips.

"Holy shit! Lewis is leading," Kika says noticing the screen placing the live footage of the race.

"Then I better get my fix before MR. 7 gets his hands on her," Pierre mumbles making me laugh but still lean down to attach my lips to his neck.

I start trailing my kisses down his neck making me slip onto my knees in front of the man pulling his race suit away from his hips and letting them pool at his feet before I look over to Kika who is watching us intently.

When I reach into Pierre's boxers before I can even see his cock I instantly look back at Kika.

"Go on," Kika says with a smirk making me pull his cock out to reveal one of the biggest cocks I had even seen. Not only in person but also in porn.

I look between Pierre's cock and Kika a few beats before she breaks out in a small giggle and joins me on my knees.

"He's fucking massive Kiks what the fuck," I whisper to my friend as if said man wasn't right there.

"Yuki wasn't joking," Kika says with a shrug of her shoulders before leaning down and licking the tip of Pierre's cock making him hiss at the contact. When Kika pulls back I instantly follower her motions be instead of pulling back like she did I take Pierre into my mouth and using my tongue to circle his tip before pulling back and offering him to Kika.

We spend the next several minutes giving Pierre a teasing blow job never taking more than a few inches into our mouths before pulling back and switching.

"Fuck! Please," Pierre finally cracks making Kika giggle before taking her boy friend almost all the way down her throat before she's gagging and starts bobbing her head a few times. When she pulls back I follow her actions taking as much of his cock that fits into my mouth before bobbing my head a few times.

"Fuck, I will cum," Pierre groans while Kika is bobbing her head on her boy friends cock. This has her pulling back and standing up before she's helping me stand up and pull off my shorts leaving me completely bare for the couple.

She then pulls me down for a kiss while walking us towards the small massage table in the room before she's laying me down and spreading my legs.

Kika's mouth starts trailing kisses from my lips down to my jaw and neck before she settles on one of my nipples before looking up at me.

"I know he said two weeks but I know Lando's mouth has been here, please," Kika asks making me blush and nod my head before she's instantly attaching her mouth to one of my nipples making me hiss and arch my back at the pleasure.

Once she's given the first nipple some attention she turns her attention to the other one giving it the same treatment before she starts trailing small hickeys down my stomach right next the the ones Lando had left yesterday.

When she reaches my pussy I can't help the small whimper that leaves my lips when she blows a wisp of cool air directly on my clit.

I notice Pierre has discarded race suit and briefs leaving them drapped over the back of the couch not to ruin his race suit before he's approaching the both of us.

"Shit, Kika," I cry out in a moan when I feel her tongue graze over my clit.

Kika moans into my pussy making me whimper and try to close my legs but she has a strong grip on my thighs keeping them spread open completely for her.

"So good," I moan feeling her slip 2 fingers deep into my pussy and finding my G-spot almost instantly.

I knew I was gonna cum of Kika's tongue if she didn't pull back but when I tried to push her face away from my pussy Pierre only grabs my hands and holds them over my head leaving me completely helpless to her talented tongue.

"Cum for us," Pierre leans down whispering into my ear instantly throwing me into a powerful orgasm.

"Fuck," I cry out at Kika continues to suck on my clit helping me ride out my orgasm before she pulls away but not without giving one last gentle kiss directly on my clit making me twitch from the slight overstimulation.

Pierre finally lets go of my wrists and pulls his girlfriend up for a kiss tasting me on her lips.

"Fuck she tastes good," Pierre groans pulling back from the kiss.

"She does, doesn't she," Kika responds with a smirk before she's leaning down and pulling me in for another kiss.

"Are you ready to take him," Kika asks gently against my lips.

"Yes," I whisper back feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks.

Kika just smiles and quickly climbs off the bed and quickly undresses herself before climbing back up and hoovering her pussy above my mouth.

"Oh," I moan gently when I feel Pierre's condom covered tip tease my clit. When he feels he's collected enough of my slick on the condom he slowly start pushing the tip of his cock into my pussy making me gasp.

Kika takes this as her chance to sit her pussy directly onto my mouth making he attach my lips to her clit and sucking.

"Fuck," I moan into her pussy as Pierre continues to push into my pussy.

"Too big," I gasp out when I feel him in places I've never had touched.

"Fuck," Kika whimpers out when I slip two fingers into her pussy while still playing with her clit.

"Keep doing that and we're gonna have to shower you before we send you off," Pierre grunts out once he's fully seated deep into my pussy.

"Pierre! Don't tell her that! I don't want her to stop," Kika whines out making me giggle softly knowing there was no way I was gonna stop now at the prospect of getting to make Kika squirt for me.

I slow my actions down and joking slip my fingers out of her pussy making her whine loudly.

Pierre reaches over and gives her ass a slap, telling her to behave herself. While I couldn't see Pierre slap her ass I could hear it and it instantly made my pussy clench around his cock.

"Fuck," Pierre grunts out when he feels my pussy clenching. He slowly starts pulling his hips back before slamming back into my pussy making me whimper into Kika's pussy.

I start working my tongue on Kika's clit again making her moan loudly.

Feeling Pierre's thrusts speed up makes me scream out in pleasure.

"So good," I mumble out which only has Pierre speeding up his actions making my orgasm start to build once again.

"Fuck, cum for me," Pierre grunts out while speeding up his thrusts.

"Shit," I cry out while cumming for Pierre.

"Fuck, did she just squirt for you?" I hear Kika ask making Pierre grunts out a yes.

"Fuck," I scream out as Pierre continues to fuck me through the overstimulation.

"Too much," I cry out while sinking my fingers back into Kika while sucking on her clit.

When I find Kika's G-spot she instantly cries out as she starts cumming for me.

When she starts squirting I open my mouth catching as much as I can before swallowing a little bit of it and spitting the rest at our.

"Fuck," Pierre grunts out before he's pulling out of my pussy and quickly pulling Kika off my face and pulling us both by the hair back onto our knees before cumming all over our faces.

"Fuck," Pierre grunts when the first ribbon of cum hits my face. When Pierre was done painting our faces I quickly pull Kika in for a messy kiss licking a strip of his cum off her chin before pulling her in for a wet kiss.

"Looks like you might be spending the evening with Lewis," Kika giggles while pulling back from the kiss.

When I look at the screen I notice Lewis is hugging his dad after winning his home race.

"He's never expressed interest so I doubt it," I say with a soft laugh falling from my lips.

"The shower is ready for you two, I'm gonna go talk to the team and see if they figured out why the gearbox failed," Pierre tells us both while leaning down and pressing a quick kiss on both of our lips before leaving the room.

Kika and I both make our way into the shower and have our own little fun for a few minutes before we quickly shower and she quickly helps me get back dressed into my clean clothes.

When I check my phone I can see that it's been blowing up.

"What's the group chat saying?" I ask while brushing my hair.

"Lando called dibs... and Lewis very quickly shot that shit down," Kika says with a smirk on her face.

"Text Lando privately and tell him I'll stay with him tomorrow night in Monaco," I tell Kika while walking out of the bathroom.

"God damnit Y/N! Why has he sent so many dick pics in the last 3 minutes... did he not JUST get out of the damn car?!" Kika exclaims while flashing the screen.

"Sorry I should I have warned he might have done that," I laugh taking my phone in my hand and texting himself.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, don't let Pierre murder me! I get to go sleep with Lewis fucking Hamilton," I say making KIka laugh.

"I think he'd ask if it was any good. He likes the confirmation that he's the biggest on the grid," Kika says making me laugh softly.

"He's definitely the biggest I've been with so far. Feel Like Lewis is the only one with a fighting chance," I say with a laugh making her nod.

"Ya, Lew is 100% BIG dick energy," Kika teases while we walk out of the drivers room with our arms linked together.

When I get back to my hotel room I instantly start freaking out about what I was going to wear to impress Lewis. I decided on a simple black lacey bra and panties and threw on a black crop baby tee and a pair of leggings that makes my ass look nice.

When I get another text from Lewis I see that he sent me his hotel and room number. When I got to his hotel floor I instantly start pacing the hallway again when I bump into a body.

"Oh shit! I'm so- Oh hi Nando! I'm sorry was just lost thinking," I say sheepishly to the older man in front of me.

"What's got you so nervous, hermosa?" Fernando looks at me with a slight smirk written all over his face.

"Oh! Nothing, was just thinking about how the season is going so far," I lie not even convincing myself. Fernando just laughs and softly takes me by the hand.

"What are you doing? I have to meet someone," I reply softly while walking with him anyways.

"I'm taking you to Lewis," Fernando says with a smirk making my step completely stop.

"You know?" I whisper shout shocked that he knew what I had been doing.

"Yes, and I plan to text you soon," Fernando says with a wink making me smile and nod.

"I'll be waiting," I reply with a squeeze of his hand completely ignoring the fact that is is nearly 20 years older than me.

"Alright he's waiting," Fernando says while taking me to the door before knocking and walking away leaving me completely alone and wide eyed when Lewis opens the door shirtless with only a pair of sweats hanging low on his hips.

"Treat her good," Fernando shouts down the hall making Lewis look in his direction before turning to me with a raised brow.

"He found me pacing the halls, dragged me here himself," I say softly while still standing in the doorway.

"Nothing to pace about," Lewis says softly while taking my hand in his and bringing me into the room.

When I stand further away from Lewis than probably normal he steps closer to me pulling my chin to look up at him before smiling softly.

"What's got you so nervous? You this nervous with everyone else?" Lewis asks while looking me in the eye.

"Well-no. But it's nothing against you it's just- Lewis I was basically in love with you when I was younger. When my dad would come to races back then before he even had to. I was young but I remember you in the Mclaren," I admit letting my already pink cheeks grow a tomato color.

"Oh God, please don't remind me how old I am," Lewis teasingly groans before pulling my chin up and placing a soft kiss on my lip.

"Nothing to be nervous about though. We are here to celebrate an amazing day. The best day actually," Lewis replies making me smile and nod in agreeance.

"I would say you did amazing but, I wasn't really paying attention," I admit with a small grimance.

"I heard Pierre got his hands on you," Lewis teases before pulling me up to his lips once again and kissing me but this time instead of pulling away he pulls me in by my waist and deepening the kiss.

I bring my hands up to his face bringing him impossibly closer. When I feel Lewis's tongue push through my lips and tangle with my I moan into Lewis's mouth making me smile softly before he's gripping the back of my thighs and lifting me into his arms with ease.

"Lew," I squeal out while giggling while he carries us towards the bedroom part of his hotel. When we get in there he instantly drops me down on the edge of the bed so I'm still sitting up.

He instantly pulls my shirt up and over my head before he makes quick works of taking my bra off all while still keeping his lips attached to mine as much as possible.

I tug at the waistband of Lewis's sweats but before I can pull them down Lewis is taking my hands in his and pulling them away.

"Lewis," I whine into his mouth making him laugh laugh lightly.

"I wanna take care of you. It's my celebrations after all," Lewis tells me with a small smirk playing on his lips.

Lewis takes a second to step back and just look at me breaking out in a smile.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Lewis tells me with a smile playing on his lips. I just look up at him with a bright smile before pulling him back into me for another kiss.

This time Lewis gently lays me down on my back hoovering over me while he starts peppering kisses around my jaw and neck while he's using his fingers to tease my nipples making me whimper.

"Such children," Lewis teases while he gently tracing a few of the hickeys that have been left behind by everyone.

"Let me guess, Lando?" Lewis teases while tracing the heart made out of hickeys making me roll my eyes and nod my head.

"Ya, he has a thing for biting. I've tried to get him to let up," I tell Lewis with a small smile mostly embarrassed for being covered in so many markings.

"You're fucking gorgeous regardless," Lewis says with a shrug before he's pulling off his sweats and boxer revealing his semi hard dick. I follow suit standing up and pulling off my pants along with my thong.

When I climb back into the bed I put myself in the middle waiting for Lewis to climb back in to join me. He throws a condom on the bed before joining me. When he gets on the bed he spreads my thighs apart before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on my lips before he starts his trail of kisses down my neck making his way to my already soaked pussy.

"All for me?" Lewis says with a smirk while running a finger through my folds.

"Yes," I whimper when his thumb flicks at my clit.

Lewis leans down and takes my clit into his mouth sucking on it gently while using both of his hands to reach up and start teasing my sensitive nipples.

"Fuck," I gasp out when he pinches them slightly causing pleasurable pain to shoot straight down to my pussy making me clench around nothing.

"Fuck, so good," Lewis groans while still sucking on my clit.

"Please Lew, I want you to fuck me," I beg. Lewis just laughs lightly while looking me directly in the eye.

"Patience," Lewis teases but still sits up and grabs the condoms, ripping it open and putting it on his cock.

Lewis wasn't nearly as long as Pierre but he was just as thick making me whimper when he slowly starts pushing into me.

"Fuck Lew," I moan out while gasping.

"So fucking tight," Lewis grunts while bottoming out in my pussy.

"So good," I gasp when Lewis wastes no time in starting to thrust slowly in and out of my pussy.

Lewis brings his fingers between our bodies and starts teasing my clit with his fingers only bringing me closer to an orgasm I didn't even know was nearly.

"Are you about to cum for me?" Lewis teases with a cocky smirk written all over his face.

"No," I lie but the gasp I let out while clenching around his cock gives me away.

"Cum for me," Lewis leans down and kisses my lips softly making me instantly clench around his cock cumming all over it.

"Lew," I cry out letting the tears fall from the overwhelming pleasure.

"So beautiful when you cum," Lewis tells me before placing a soft kiss on my lips.

Lewis starts fucking back into my pussy making me whimper softly. He starts speeding up the thrusts again making my whimpers turn from a whimper into a loud moan when he starts speeding up his thrusts.

"Fuck, feel so good," Lewis grunts out while fucking into my pussy harder.

"Too good," I gasp feeling another orgasm start to build.

"Fuck, cum for me again," Lewis grunts when he can feel the tell tale signs of my pussy clenching tightly around him.

"I want you to cum with me," I whine trying to fight off the orgasm.

"Next one, come on. Cum for me," Lewis tells me sternly making me whimper.

"Fuck," I moan when I finally relax enough to cum.

Feeling another orgasm wash over my body I can't help the loud cry that leaves my lips making Lewis's hips faulter slightly but continue fucking me through my orgasm.

He gives me little to no time to come down from my high before he's fucking back into my pussy at a rough pace.

"Fuck, I won't last much longer," Lewis admits but still continues fucking me at the fast pace.

I bring my fingers down between us and starts rubbing my clit making me moan loudly.

"So good," I cry as Lewis continues fucking me.

I knew my final orgasm was gonna come soon but when Lewis starts plowing into my pussy at a brutal pace I can tell he's just as close as I am.

"Fuck," Lewis grunts while his hips start to falter a bit.

With one final thrust I feel Lewis start to fill the condom up triggering another orgasm making me scream out.

"Lewis!" I cry out as I feel him thrusting in and out of me to help us ride out our orgasms.

When he finally starts to pull out I whimper at the oversensitivity. He gently takes me into his arms and carries me into the connected bathroom where he draws a hot bath.

Once it's filled up he gently climbs in while still holding me. When he places me on the ground he quickly sinks into the bath while gently pulling me down so I can rest my back against his chest.

"I'm texting the group chat I made you cum in less than a minute," Lewis teases making me let out a loud whine.

"Lew! That's embarrassing," I complaing making him giggle at my childish antics.

"It was hot as fuck and I deserves bragging rights," Lewis says with a shrug but wrapping his arms around me tighter.

We continue to relax in the bath until the water runs cool which has Lew draining the bath and climbing out to grab us both towels.

I ended up spending the night with Lewis who ordered us breakfast in the morning and even made sure to drive me back to my hotel in time to catch a ride back to the airport.

"Thank you," Lewis tells me before I can get out of the car.

"Nothing to thank me for. You did amazing yesterday and you deserved it," I say with a smile.

"Yesterday was a good day," Lewis says with a smile making me laugh and nod.

"You have my number, use it," I say before pacing a quick kiss on his cheek and getting out of the car.

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AHHHHH! I hope y'all love it! Also have not proof read so apologies if theres any mistakes!

[kyri45]

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 14/01✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@cloverthewanderer ha chiesto: Soooo….Imma be honest, I just found you on Instagram this morning with a small part of your Biodads au with the monkey bois. And I might’ve thought it looked so cool I went to Tumblr to binge read it and I just caught up. I love everything about the series and it is so fantastic!! Thank you for having so amazing I am going to obsess over it for awhile. I hope you have a wonderful day!!!! Drink lots of water and take care of yourself! (All of the colors and art is just divine!)

AAAWWWW thank you!!!

@sakuralotus03 ha chiesto: Now that MK and Red Son are officially dating, MK will tell Red Son that his name is Xiaotian and Red Son will call him that from now on (or else more pet names for the couple). 🔥🍜

Aww, I think technically Red Son also has like-a full name if we keep the chinese dub logic.(Hóng Hái-er)

@samfroggie ha chiesto: Okayokayokayokay- I never liked Shadowpeach, hell I still wouldn't call myself a shipper of it (or of any LMK ship aside from Freenoodles tbh) but you, sir, have made me fall in love with your AU and I can't let it go reeeeeee Honestly, it's the familial love aspect of this that makes me love it, as someone who is fully on board with MK having four dads, shipping aside lmao I'll always look at every image of MK cuddling with any of his parents and feel my heart swell, it's so freaking cute and the angst is just the nice sprinkling on top, I need more protective Mac in my life because I never see it! Also, question, how do you feel about ocs inserts? Like, are we allowed to make art about the AU and insert ocs into it? Asking because I have an oc who's more or less meant to be like MK's mother figure, and I mean, gotta give him more parental figures right?

I got no probs with OC inserts, as long as you credit the comic!

@aptainmilf ha chiesto: Need to tell you that a chapter of your comic singlehandedly pushed a friend of mine to finally watch the show and I would sincerely like to thank you for that lmao. It was the one with Wukong and Macaque at the hot springs

Ahaha welcome them to the club!

@dimensional-storm ha chiesto: Where did the inspiration for Wukong's 'War Form' come from? It's so big, beautiful!! I love the design so much :D

From the original novel, and the sun.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Question Was the spicynoodles kiss inspired by the caitvi prison kiss? :3

Eh, technically no? I also have the text I send my friend as proff, but I swear to you I planned that scene BEFORE S2 came out.

@silktealover ha chiesto: Hi kiri! I'm b33p and I want to ask if mac and my both have ears sensitive to fireworks,if so how do they react on holidays like fourth of July or new years? :3

Yes, I guess during Chinese New Year they would be really bothered by fireworks.

Anonimo ha chiesto: So you have a shadowpeach playlist? What are your favorite shadowpeach coded songs.

My favourite one is like- S1 vibe of Shadowpeach. which is Wonderful Nothing by Glass Annimals

@ayrza ha chiesto: A FUNNY QUESTION! I have also had this doubt with the canon but I want to know now with your AU Kyri... The heads of Wukong each think differently or is it the same wukong divided into three? Will each of them have a different personality? 🤔🤔🤔 Questions that don't let me sleep at night

Aww I think they could!! Like one head is more silly, one more chaotic, while the middle one is just generally more emotionally open and vulnerable.

@twilight-bai-he ha chiesto: Between Wukong and Macaque whose the better dancer 💃🏽 and Can mk dance ?

Macaque, and MK got mooves let's say (more disco than anything else)

@pyromaniacldrt ha chiesto: Heyyyy So You mentioned in other post that Macaque's name was "Six eared Macaque", right? Does that mean Mk's name is "Habringer of Chaos"?

Nope.

@super-may ha chiesto: Stop, if Macaque got hurt in his shadow form does it mean that his real form is not injured or anything? Like in battle with Wukong in the first season he didn’t seem to be hurt or angry about Wukong’s punches. But If he isn’t hurt and his shadow form is injured I don’t think that it will stay like this with Mk and it will return to the body. Oh no, DOES THAT MEAN THAT MK WILL BE ON HIMSELF NOW IN HIS SHADOW FORM OR SMTH? Or return with Macaque’s shadow to Macaque’s body and Mk’s plan will be ruined and he will need to make a choice between himself and the safety of his loved ones? OMG IM SO WORRIED PLS MAKE A HAPPY END WITH EVERYONE ALIVE AND HAPPY AND NOT UNDER THE WILL OF HEAVEN🙏🙏🙏

it's like Sword Art Online. If you die in the shadow world u die in real life.

@harb1ng3r0fch4os ha chiesto: Can I make/post edits of the shadowpeach bio parents au ?? :3 I’ll credit you ofc :]

yea sure!

@king-cinamon ha chiesto: Have you watched Nezha (2019)?

nope. I've read his story though.

@mkthemonkiekiddd ha chiesto: Totally random question (i just wanna know someones opinion on the matter since its been in my head for so long.), how would nezha react to social media, like, imagine someone gave him a phone, Would he even know what it is

He would probably be on the edge between "this is very uneducational" and "holy shit this is the best idea for arsony I ever saw"

@astro-lmk-enjoyer ha chiesto: Will we ever see Red Son wag his tail like a dog?? (That would be so cute!! + his parents would be shocked to to see him show such emotion) Oh and I make some art for you, I posted it- Bye <3

oh my- eh... no. I don't think so.

@askthezodiacs ha chiesto: May I use your AU in RPs?

yeah sure! As long as they aren't AI made.

[feralforfrank]

drabbles i found in my notes - instead of posting part two of the christmas thing i wrote 😖

simon riley x fem!reader

you're on the couch, mindlessly watching a tv show when the front door unlocks. simon walks in, and you barely lift your hand to greet him. he'd gone for a run almost an hour ago, claiming he didn't want to waste a perfectly cloudy afternoon. you opted to stay under your warm blanket.

you hear rustling as he shuts the front door, and that's what draws your attention. takeout is your first thought, but you would've smelt it, and you already have leftovers from lunch.

lifting your head curiously, you only see simon's broad back in the kitchen table. you can't figure out what he's doing, but you're too lazy to get up and find out, and so you stay planted on the couch, head turned in a weird angle to catch a glimpse.

when he finally turns to face you, your mouth opens, surprised eyebrows rise in curiosity. there's a batch of lilies on your kitchen table and another colourful bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"brought you flowers," is all he says when he approaches the couch, sitting by your feet.

he offers, and you grab them, bringing them to inhale. "why?"

he shrugs. "were pretty, and i thought of ya."

-

taking riley out for a walk is one of your favourite things, especially when it's just snowed. she loves running around the snow as much as you do. simon just likes tagging along because the park right next to your flat is empty and peaceful.

she's an obedient girl, listening to her dad and not tugging at her leash while you're walking. but as soon as you arrive at the snowy park and unclip her leash, she becomes the devil of tazmania.

you play tag with her, running around the trees, bushes, and the small playground. simon opts to stay seated on a bench hidden under some trees and watch you, occasionally snapping pictures of you — particularly when riley trampled you to the ground.

he's paying attention to his phone when an idea lights up your eyes. the snowball hits him square in the face and you cheer, not even trying to hide the fact that you're the perpetrator (not that there was anyone else in this park, moreso in his vicinity).

simon's beanie and mask are covered in snow, as are his eyelashes. his glare is non-threatening, yet intimidating as fuck. you smile innocently, but it falters when he stands up at once.

"yur gonna pay for tha', love."

fifteen minutes later, you're returning home, your jacket, gloves, and lower body are soaked. you sport red nose and cheeks and a prominent scowl, while simon looks smug under his mask. riley is just happy to be there.

"c'mon rudolph, i'll warm ya right up when we get 'ome."

-

playing monopoly with simon and his buddies is the worst thing in the world. torture, really. they all cheat! yes, even captain price, although he thinks he hides it well by putting on his thinking face.

kyle and johnny sit on the other side of your coffee table, price sits on the loveseat and simon next to you, peaning back against the couch. he has a huge arm over your shoulders, playing with the hem of your shirt every time you get upset with their shenanigans.

"come on, garrick! i'm not fucking stupid - you said a hundred and twenty the last time i came around. now you say it's a hundred and eighty, like i won't notice!"

"i'm not cheating! you're just hard if hearing!"

your eyes widen, mouth drops in shock.

"ha!" exclaims johnny with a laugh.

you point at him. "you should not even be in the game - you went bankrupt like three times!"

"uh, 'scuse me, bonnie, but as you can see i have money right here." he points on the spot in front of him. he has barely enough to last him a round.

"that's because price has been sneaking money to you. i'm not blind! simon, back me up!"

he takes a drag of his cigarette and shrugs, barely able to conceal a smile at your flushed cheeks. your jaw drops, again. that fucker is in on it.

"you dick! you're letting him rob the bank! you are the bank! ugh." your head falls on the table with a thud.

you hear price chuckle.

"you're all terrible," you mumble.

"you'll live," replies kyle.

you're stubborn enough to finish the game and be at least not the first person to lose. johnny ends up losing after you catch price red-handed giving him the money - you turned to sip on your drink for one second. simon is the next to go, but you end up losing to kyle. you shake hands, promising threatening to play again next time you visit his house.

[grungekitty-77]

One day, I was in target with my dad. We were just picking something up for dinner or something. I forget why I was even with him.

We were on our way to the check out. We passed the lamps. I saw the cutest lamp I have ever laid eyes on. It was in the shape of a sleeping kitten and I loved it.

I squealed with delight just because I enjoyed seeing it. I pet the display on the head and said "That's soooo cute!"

Then I started to walk away.

My dad reached over me to grab one off the shelf.

I told him I wasn't asking for one. He said something that made me feel so loved.

"When your daughter makes a sound like that, you have to get her whatever caused it."

I am currently no-contact with my father.

This man threatened to abandon me on multiple occasions. This man attacked my brother. This man screamed at me until I cried. This man vandalized my belongings as a form of punishment. This man threw trash at me and told me I was a miserable burden.

This man also held me and made dumb jokes all night while I cried from a toothache. This man also scowered the internet to find discontinued merch for a show I was obsessed with. This man also started his play through of Portal over from the beginning because I wanted to watch. This man also bought a thirty dollar lamp for no other reason than it made me happy.

I was loved. I was abused. These are both true statements. Dad never wanted to hurt me. He just would hurt me if it made things easier for him. He just would hurt me if it made him feel better. He just would hurt me if it solved a problem

But he never wanted to hurt me. That was never a goal.

I was loved. I was abused. And as much heartburn as I have with the memory attached to it, I still really love that lamp.

Definitely seems like "abusers are ontologically evil and irredeemable; also the only way to be 100% sure you aren't abusing anybody is to make yourself massively vulnerable to abuse yourself [e.g. by deferring to whatever someone with the right identity categories says, without questioning it]" is the ambient cultural message right now. Bad!

[artofmaquenda]

I’ve come to realize that part of the chronic loneliness I carry, the kind that always lingers in my body, stems from growing up with parents who weren’t mentally present. They were there physically, but their own traumas consumed them, especially my dad. My mom spent most of her energy trying to keep the mood light and positive while managing the household, and my dad often dissociated, among other things.

I remember sitting with him to watch movies, and he would completely zone out, like he was in a trance. Or I’d come home from school, ask him a question, and have to poke him repeatedly just to get a response. It frustrated me deeply, and as a child, I became grumpy and resentful, angry at his absence even though he was right there.

When I look back, I see how my first boyfriend mirrored so much of those same patterns. He couldn’t ease the deep loneliness inside me, either. He was severely traumatized, often dissociated, and unable to give me the (physical) intimacy I craved. And when we did connect physically, it was cold and devoid of emotion. I resented him for it and grew unfairly angry, but in hindsight, I think I was really angry at myself, for continuing the same cycles. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to end the relationship. The idea of being alone felt even worse.

Now, I notice that when my trauma patterns resurface, I still feel that same emptiness and longing. It’s a deep ache that makes me want to reach for quick fixes, whether it’s food, frustration, anger, or even clinging to friendships that aren’t good for me. The friendship part is especially hard because I’m deeply loyal and don’t want people to feel forgotten, the way I sometimes do. I don’t know the exact balance between being loyal and protecting myself, and I still struggle with it.

But I’ve learned to pause, to breathe, and to remind myself not to create more harm. Instead of trying to rescue myself from that empty feeling, I work on reaching out from a more balanced place, seeking connection, not escape.

Nowadays, I realize I’m not much better than my parents were in some ways. So many of us are distracted, dissociated, and absent in our day-to-day lives, whether it’s because of work, stress, or our phones. But this has made me believe, more than ever, that the most precious gift you can give, especially to a child or anyone you love, is your full attention and presence.

[witherby]

hey 😏

just wondering if you have anymore mer reader in the works 😏

also! i hope that your doing well!!

and can i be 🌕 anon? :)

You can absolutely be 🌕 anon! And, I do! Here's the final installment of:

Human!Damian x Mer!Reader

Part 9

Masterlist is Here!

"I'll need everyone's attention before we continue into the next exhibit, please."

Damian's voice is clear but firm, no room for argument in his tone, and his tour group all quickly quiet down to watch him. He rewards them with his well-practiced Customer Service Smile, nodding once.

"Thank you," he says. "This final exhibit is the pride and joy of Gotham Aquarium: the Mer tank. I can already see hands raised, and I'll open the floor up to questions in a minute. We're going to cover the rules first."

He holds up one hand, raising a finger as he goes.

"Rule number one: absolutely no flash photography. Take as many pictures and videos you want, but you have to leave the flash off. Our mer's eyes are sensitive to highly-focused levels of light, and you could temporarily blind them. Rule number two: do not knock or beat on the glass. It is several inches thick and reinforced, but you can still startle and disturb the mer. Rule number three: please...please stop flipping off our mer. They've learned to mimic their handlers and some of the guests, and it took weeks to make them quit it. If I see a bird, notice a flash, or catch you banging on the glass, everyone will be asked to leave."

He drops his hand, looking at every guest expectantly.

"Got it? Everyone say yes, Damian."

"Yes, Damian," the crowd echoes back, a mixture of amusement from the adults and excitement from the children reaching his ears. He gives them another practiced smile and reaches for the door.

"Great. Then step right in. Fan out and look around as much as you want. You can ask any questions now."

"How long has Gotham Aquarium had the mer?" One adult immediately asks, examining the seaweed on the bottom of your tank.

"Almost two years," Damian replies. "The anniversary of their arrival is in a month. We've got a small party planned to celebrate."

"What's the mer's favorite color?" A child asks him, gently tugging on Damian's pant leg to get his attention. His smile becomes more genuine.

"Green," he replies. "They love green things. I see your hair clip is green. They'll probably stare at you when they come out."

The little girl gasps, eyes wide. "Really!?" She turns and runs to her dad. "Hey daddy! The mer likes green, and my hair clip is green! The mer will like me!"

More questions come that Damian answers with ease. He paces along the floor and casts his gaze upward, examining all the little ways your tank has been changing overtime.

Your rock collection has grown substantially since Damian started painting more for you. He gives you a new one every day, and you have them proudly scattered all along the floor to decorate your enclosure. You've also taken to moving your seaweed around; instead of one, big stretch of it to hide and sleep in, you've uprooted it and made it into a series of little hiding places. He can also see some weighted toys lying around that one visitor asks about, happy to explain how you use them for enrichment.

"When's the mer come out?" Another one asks, leaning against the glass. His eyes are practically glazed over from disinterest. "Is it sleeping or something? These tickets were like forty bucks and I'm just staring at rocks and water."

There's a loud thud against the glass behind him. The man yelps and whips around to find you with your hands pressed against the wall, eyes wide and teeth bared as you stare right at him.

"Oh, shit!"

Damian sighs, but he's smirking. You love startling unsuspecting guests; it's your second favorite activity. He watches the others flock to you once they realize what happened, and you perk up and examine them all with a much more pleasant smile.

"Daddy, I can't see," the girl from before complains. Her father gently hoists her up onto his shoulders, and you immediately take notice.

You push off from the glass and swim around the edge of the tunnel to examine her as closely as possible. You tap one claw on the glass, then gesture to your head, and the little girl gasps and beams.

"They see it!!! They see my hair clip daddy!!" She chirps. She tugs it off of her head and holds it up for you to see better. Your pupils widen and your tail swishes gently back and forth, deeply intrigued.

"Obviously, this is our mer," Damian speaks up, and he tells them your name. "Their breed is found in shallow, fresh water. They thrive in warmer temperatures, and they're very rarely alone. You can typically expect them to travel in pods of at least three, though more commonly up to six or seven."

"But Gotham Aquarium only has one mer?" A guest asks, while you make playful grabs for the clip to no avail. "Aren't they lonely, then?"

"There was a big adjustment period for them when we first acquired our mer," Damian nods, "but they have a dedicated team of caregivers that ensure they aren't lonely or bored. They've bonded with several of us very well. Even though they recognize that we don't live underwater, they still see us as pod-mates."

"How long did it take to bond with them?"

"Great question," Damian says. He watches you give up on snatching the clip and start swimming around the tunnel to examine the other visitors. "It took them about ten months after arriving to learn to trust me. We started off slow: I would use a remote-controlled robot to deliver their buckets of food and then dump it into the water. Then I would enter the room where the top of the tank is, and hand it to them with a long pole. Then I got rid of the pole and set the bucket on the lip of the tank, and stood back while they retrieved it. When they got used to me being around, we started working on small tricks."

Damian lifts his hands, wiggling his fingers to catch your attention. You lock eyes with him and give a knowing nod, swimming up until you're positioned directly above him. He waves his left hand clockwise, and you swim in slow, clockwise circles. He waves his right arm next, and you switch and start spinning counter-clockwise.

"This is all done humanely and voluntarily, of course," Damian explains while the guests watch on with rapt attention. "If there's a trick they don't want to perform, they simply won't do it. We don't force them into doing anything, including coming out during tours if that's not what they want. Some days they just aren't up to saying hello, and that's fine."

He drops one arm and uses the other to make a broad waving motion. You mimic the action. He points at one of your toys, gesturing for you to grab it and bring it over. You glance at the one he wants, then ignore him and decide to go back over to the little girl and admire her hair clip some more.

"As you can see, they like shiny objects, especially if they're green. They've got a small collection of aquatic-safe objects in their hideaway. All breeds of mer tend to have hoarding tendencies, and ours is no different."

Damian gives the group a few more facts about you and your general behaviors, answers some more questions, and then inevitably has to call it when the same guy complaining about ticket prices decides to photograph you with the flash on. You flinch and rub your eyes, then dart away out of sight.

"All right, everyone, please come this way," he calls, in that cordial but no-nonsense tone again, and holds open the door. "This concludes your tour of Gotham Aquarium. Please exit this way in an orderly fashion."

"Aww.."

"Nice job, jackass. We were supposed to be in here for at least twenty more minutes."

"I didn't think he was serious! I forgot to turn the flash off, so what!"

"That was kinda cool. Sucks we couldn't stay, though."

There's a tug on his pants again. Damian looks down at the little girl, who fidgets nervously.

"Um...is the mer gonna be okay? Are their eyes hurting a lot?" She asks. Damian knees down to her height and offers her another smile.

"They'll be fine," he promises. "I personally check on them every day. What's your name? I'll tell them you said hi."

"Um!" The girl blushes, eyes wide. "It's Rosie! Thank you mister!"

"You're welcome, Rosie. I hope you had fun today."

"So much fun!" She agrees, then turns to her dad and reaches up to take his hand, walking out of the tunnel. "Daddy, daddy! When I grow up I wanna take care of mers, too!"

"Okay, honey," her dad chuckles, "but you're gonna have to do your homework if that dream is gonna come true."

"Aw, man!....okay. I'll do my math sheets for the mers..."

Once the room is cleared, Damian closes and locks the doors. He hangs around just long enough to ensure no stragglers try to swing back around, then drops the Polite Tour Guide persona and heads for the staff elevators with a scowl. It's a matter of minutes before he's in the locker room, swapping out the Aquarium polo and khakis for his wetsuit and then trudging into your tank entrance.

"Rule one!" He complains to Jon, who is already sitting on the lip of the tank and filling a puzzle cube with treats for you. "No flash! It's the first rule, and someone breaks it almost every single day we're open! One day I'm going to hit my limit for these witless miscreants and start punching people."

"So, tours didn't go super well I take it," Jon says, not even sparing him a glance. He's heard different versions of this rant at least five times and doesn't react to it anymore, having quickly come to understand that Damian is just Like That. "You gonna go do the eye exam already or should I call my dad? Y'know, the actual vet?"

"He's never as thorough as I prefer. You know that. Also: shut up, who asked you?"

"You're a joy and a delight to work with, Wayne."

Damian ignores him and grabs a rebreather and situates it over his mouth, ties the bag of eye equipment around his waist, steps up onto the edge of the tank, then dives. The water swirls around him, an all-encompassing and welcoming pressure. He starts pedaling his arms and legs, headed for the direction you sped off at the end of the tour.

He finds you in the middle level of your tank, about a floor down, curled around an underwater tree limb and rubbing your eyes. You squint at him when you notice his presence and trill, the water vibrating slightly around you.

Damian quickly goes to work, pulling out one tool at a time to check on your eyes and how well you can see. You're perfectly fine, just annoyed, but he considers having his father enact a total ban on any cameras in the tunnel when tours come by. Just because you're fine now doesn't mean it'll stay that way every time.

He points upwards, to the surface, and you nod. You take his hand and pull him along, your powerful tail carrying him faster than he ever could on his own, and soon you're both above the water and treading it calmly.

"Welcome back!" Jon grins, waving your puzzle toy at you. "Refilled this for ya. Your record for getting all the treats out is six minutes. Think you can break that today?"

Your eyes narrow and you reach for it eagerly. You can smell the squid and shrimp tucked into each compartment, which are your favorites; absolutely you will be getting those out in six minutes or less.

Damian pulls himself up to the lip of the tank and both boys watch you poke, pull, and prod at the components of the puzzle box. It's not long before you're collecting your spoils and eating them triumphantly. Jon checks his timer and notes that you beat your previous record by over a minute and a half.

"Are you surprised?" Damian huffs. "They're brilliant. They could learn to do just about anything with enough time and practice."

You preen, chittering your agreement. That's why Damian is your favorite caretaker; he's never doubted you since getting to know you, not ever.

He did forget something, though. You toss the puzzle box back at Jon and make grabby hands, face expectant.

Damian immediately clears his throat and looks at Jon, cheeks turning the barest shade of pink. "I need you to go and fetch the shears. The vine growth on the middle level of the tank is beginning to obscure vision and easy travel."

"You didn't bring them with you?" Jon frowns. "Dude. They're all the way on the bottom floor in the maintenance closet. It's gonna take me like twenty minutes to get back here."

"Then you'd better make haste."

"Why can't you do it?"

Damian scowls at him. Jon throws his hands up and climbs to his feet.

"Fine! Haven't gotten my ten thousand steps yet anyway," he grumbles, heading for the door. "Don't play hide and seek without me! I've just gotten good at finding spots I can fit in!"

You chitter and chirp, amused, then focus on Damian again once the doors go your enclosure snap shut.

Damian faces you, the pink in his cheeks worsening. He fiddles with the bag tied to his waist and avoids your gaze.

"I, ah..." He starts, working his jaw in thought. "The girl whose clip you liked. She says hello. Her name is Rosie."

You blink, waiting patiently for him to get to the point.

"I was asked about how you've adjusted to life here without pod-mates. I told them you have a pod in us. That you're not alone here despite being the only one of your kind in Gotham Aquarium." Damian swishes his feet slowly in the water, following the same rhythm as your tail. You drift a little closer.

"And you've adjusted very well, Princess," he continues, voice turning soft. "I can't thank you enough for giving me a second chance to care for you. I want you to know that it means everything to me."

Damian meets your gaze again, and there it is. There's that pair of gorgeous, emerald eyes you adore. You drift even closer, resting your palms on the backs of his calves, and smile up at him. He smiles right back.

"You noticed I don't have another rock for you," he says. You nod. "It's because I didn't bring you a rock this time."

You frown, huffing. Damian chuckles.

"You know I kept the scales you gave me," he admits, recapturing your attention. Your eyes widen, heart starting to pound in your chest. Was he about to give them back? You didn't want them back. "They're beautiful, Princess. I keep them in a jar in my bedroom, and I look at them all the time. They make me happy every time I see them. I wanted to give you something like that in return."

Your heart pounds faster. It sounds like he's about to do what you've wanted from him for what feels like forever. Your grip on his calves tightens, wide eyes searching his own.

"I don't ever want you to doubt how much I care about you again," Damian says, pulling your gift out of the pouch on his waist.

It's a beautiful, emerald pendant on a gold chain, the jewel the same shade as his eyes. You're immediately captivated, reaching up with a trembling hand to cradle the necklace to your chest and admire it more closely. The gentle, rippling water of your tank reflects against the surface and makes the shine of it seem to undulate all around you. It's the most wonderful gift you've ever gotten.

"I hope... I hope that you'll accept this token of courtship," Damian finishes quietly.

You look up at him with tears in your eyes and trill loudly enough to make his ears ring. You tug frantically at his legs and he obediently slips back into the water, letting you wrap your arms around him and squeeze tight, tight, tight. He squeezes you right back, resting his chin on top of your head.

"I love you," he mumbles into your hair. You warble it back as best as you can, nuzzling into him, then lean up and gently press your lips against his. He presses right back, shivering but not from the chill of the water.

Jon finds the two of you like that when he returns with the shears twenty minutes later. He just sighs and rolls his eyes.

"First of all, finally. The will-they-won't-they drama was killing me. Second of all, you could have just said you wanted a moment alone, dude. It took me forever to find these! Do the vines even need trimmed down?"

Damian just smiles and hides his face in your shoulder. They don't.

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

THEY'RE SO FAKE!!

charles leclerc x australian!cricketer!male!reader

request: Hey can I request a Charles Leclerc x male reader(cricketer reader) fake/pr dating smau

summary: fake, real, pr, true love ... who's to tell? certainly not you and your boyfriend.

warnings: swearing, minor hate comments, parental favouritism (lighthearted), mentions of kitchen fires (minor), i don't know much about cricket so this is brought to you again by my parents watching it all the time :)

charles_leclerc

📍 hungaroring, hungary

liked by pierregasly, lewishamilton, and 892,736 others

charles_leclerc wrapped up in budapest! next up, spa 😘

tagged youruser

                comments

user1 HOLY HARD LAUNCH BATMAN????

user2 we lost charles???

user3 be fr we never "had" him in the first place

user4 such a shame, i thought he was a respectable driver ... this user has been blocked by the creator

user5 good race! not quite a podium, but we're so proud of you <3

user6 FORZA CHARLESSSSS

user7 LECLERRCCCCCCCC

user8 is he dating that really hot cricket guy?

user9 yes! y/n l/n!

youruser

📍 brisbane, australia

liked by oscarpiasti, patcummins30, and 245,482 others

youruser belgium was pretty cool, but i'll take the pitch over the track any day 💪

tagged charles_leclerc, bbl

                comments

user10 what is this dry ass caption, dad?

user11 calling it right now, they're a pr stunt

user12 or they could just be private?

user13 to anyone wondering why us y/n fans think this is shifty, he's usually wayyyyy funnier than this

user14 you don't deserve charles! this user has been blocked by the creator

user15 this is the weirdest crossover i've ever seen

user16 if this is a pr stunt it's pretty weird bc i don't really see what either charles or y/n gain from publicly being in a gay relationship?

user17 attention ig 🤷

charles_leclerc

📍 circuit zandvoort, netherlands

liked by georgerussell63, liamlawson30, and 771,209 others

charles_leclerc does he really love you if he won't go stargazing on batting cages with you?

tagged youruser

                comments

user18 LOVE???

user19 well nobody can say charles doesn't move fast off-track ...

user20 this HAS to be pr bc in what world does charles post without his filter or a kissy face emoji 🤨🤨🤨

user21 he's not good enough for you this user has been blocked by the creator

user22 has anybody else noticed that charles and y/n have both been deleting hate comments about each other and blocking people left right and center?

user23 yes! as they should tbh

user24 kinda disrespectful if you ask me

user25 user24 good thing we didn't!

user26 i'm glad to see that even if (ha) this is a pr relationship, they clearly have a lot of respect for each other

youruser

📍 autodromo nazionale monza, italy

liked by jackdoohan, scuderiaferrari, and 334,920 others

youruser cricket fans are insane enough, these ferrari people are next level

oh yeah, and we won :D

tagged charles_leclerc, scuderiaferrari, ausmencricket

                comments

user27 y/n fans i see what you mean he is funny

user28 help why does charles look like he's high AND drunk at the same time 😭

youruser the holy spirit of enzo ferrari possessed him

user29 please god never let ferrari media training near this man

user30 loving all the f1 fans realizing that y/n is actually just an incredibly weird guy who happens to be able to throw a ball well liked by charles_leclerc and others

user31 loving all the cricket fans realizing that charles is actually just a little goofball who happens to be able to drive fast liked by youruser and others

user32 they're already at the stage of liking funny comments about each other, they grow up so fast 🥹

charles_leclerc

📍baku, azerbaijan

liked by apmmonaco, olliebearman, and 981,264 others

charles_leclerc maybe next year baku 😘 congrats to my son of course ;)

tagged youruser, oscarpiastri

                comments

user33 i can't believe they're keeping the adoption joke going still

oscarpiastri mega race, dad 💪

youruser charles_leclerc i thought leo was your only child

charles_leclerc well i may have missed one

olliebearman ollie bearman erasure!!!!!!!

user34 y/n is either extremely gullible or extremely chill with charles' grid children but either way it's funny

youruser secret third option: a cheeky fuck

ausmencricket can confirm 👍

user35 that second picture called me single in every language those two idiots speak :(

user36 at first i was like CHARLESY/N!!! as a joke, but bro ... i don't think it's a joke anymore ...

user37 these posts feel less and less fake every time 🤨

youruser

📍 singapore

188,942 likes

youruser end of pre-season means less f1 ... but more cricket!

tagged charles_leclerc

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user38 when did you become a photographer mr. l/n

youruser when i started dating a pretty boy?

charles_leclerc heheheheeehehe 🥰🥰🥰🥰

user39 oh they are UNBEARABLY cute

user40 praying for y/n's teammates bc i've never met him but i know that man is the biggest simp on planet earth

user41 praying for the grid bc i've never met charles but i know that man is the biggest simp in the world

user42 ^^ i only believe in a higher power when shit like this happens

pierregasly to everyone who thinks they're disgustingly cute online, imagine being there in person 😑

user43 did- did pierre just confirm that charlesy/n is actually real?

user44 i wouldn't read into it. he's probably just in on the pr stunt.

charles_leclerc

📍 circuit of the americas, usa

liked by arthur_leclerc, sebastianvettel, and 1,345,892 others

charles_leclerc austin, you were kind to me 😘

one more win and lifetime with you in the bag <3

tagged youruser

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user45 oh this isn't very pr-relationship of you charles

lewishamilton congrats👏 excited to share a team with you next year brother!

user46 sebastianvettel aussiegrit fernandoalo_oficial jensonbutton lewishamilton nicorosberg are you guys jealous that charles embraced the gay and didn't deprive himself for years

youruser this is WILD

youruser keep going

user47 lmfao he is such a menace 😭

leclerc_pascale proud of you, chouchou. make sure to bring my favourite son home with you next time!

charles_leclerc why does he get to be your favourite :(

arthur_leclerc yeah, we're your real sons, maman!!

leclerc_pascale he can cook without almost burning my kitchen down.

charles_leclerc ...

arthur_leclerc ...

charles_leclerc understandable, have a nice day 🫡

user48 the leclerc bros fighting over y/n being the favourite-

user49 is y/n really the only one who can cook?

user50 i think i speak for all cricket fans when i say in what world can y/n cook??

youruser this one 👍

youruser also it helps that the standards are VERY low

youruser

liked by maxverstappen1, paularon_, and 455,827 others

youruser what started out as a fake relationship rapidly turned into the best thing that ever happened to me.

love you charlie, can't wait to spend forever and ever and ever with you x

tagged charles_leclerc

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user51 so you're telling me they're real life fake dating to real dating???

user52 so half of us were right to begin with and half of us were right at the end?

user53 seems pretty fair to me 🤷

user54 fake charlesy/n believers 🤝 real charlesy/n truthers

user55 these pictures of charles are all so Boyfriend

youruser he is very Boyfriend :D

charles_leclerc youruser you're very Boyfriend too 😘

user56 crying they're so cute 😭

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author's note: as said at the beginning, i don't know all that much about cricket but i tried lol. really the only sports i know about are soccer/football and f1. still, hope you like it anon!

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[pond-porridge]

yippee yay hello!!!

Last Song: Healing Ritual by Whatever, Dad

Fav color: I don't have one, but I usually say blue or red when asked!

Last Book: How To Die: An Ancient Guide to the End of Life by Lucius Annaeus Seneca (it's fascinating to me!!! I'm not far in but it's less concerning than it sounds chat ....)

Last Movie: Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story

Last Show: Arcane!

Sweet/savoury/spicy: like prev, I love sour shit! I also have such a sweet tooth one of my coworker instantly brings me to any possible leftover sweets she knows of.

Relationship Status: single

Last thing I googled: ouroboros origin (I forgot where it came from)

Current obsession: shit uhhhh. several things. fuck. Mainly dnd, rest of the fixations I haven't had time for with school.

Looking forward to: watching more arcane with a friend, and performing Jack and the Beanstalk at like 9am today for some fuckass reason

@stillprettyunoriginal I already know your shit but get over here. @definitelyimportantpost if you feel like it. hmmmm. @cherie-soup @maybe-a-crow-maybe-a-dragon @cherrycokedup even though I like to think I know you well, you still get a tag, doe. anyone ever as well.

thank you for the tag, Val!

Ten people I'd like to get to know better

Tagged by @marshmallow--shark Thanks for the tag!

Last song: Intro/Chamber The Cartridge by Rise Against

Favourite colour: Orange!

Last book: A Brief History of Intelligence by Max Bennett

Last movie: That Christmas (it was kinda weird and we didn't finish it)

Last show: Jentry Chau vs. the Underworld

Sweet/spicy/savoury: I don't have much of a sweet tooth anymore, but I used to. Savoury!

Relationship status: Happily single

Last thing I googled: "quality" synonym

Current obsession: Star Trek: Enterprise. This is my fallback obsession. Close behind is Jentry Chau as a very recent one.

Looking forward to: Seeing a concert and a musical next year!

Tagging: @ionamalachite @peculiarreality @thetachapel02 @deadheaddaisy @papercranesong @talshiargirlfriend @glitter-and-metal @dragons-in-spaceee @pearlypairings @strze-lec

[elicypher]

“ 10 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 I'LL 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 GOING 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 „

SYNOPSIS: YOU, MEGUMI'S TEACHER AND ASSIGNED CARETAKER, THINK THE BOY'S BEING HELD HOSTAGE, BY GOJO? THE DUDE THAT LIKES YOU?

TAGS: 1st MEETING, LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT, BANTER BETWEEN MEGUMI AND GOJO, MISUNDERSTANDING (?), READER CALLS THE COPS ON GOJO.

series masterlist : go to next chapter

IT WAS LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT — 𝐈

Megumi Fushiguro was put in a good kindergarten.

There were about fifteen kids in his class—and double the amount of teachers, each meant to help and nurse a student. And Megumi, after numerous tries to see which teacher fit him best, was comparatively more comfortable with you.

"Megumi! C'mere," Gojo squatted—a wide grin stretched on his face, holding his arms wide open. The black haired boy only furrowed his brows, whipping his head away as if embarrassed at Gojo's oh so public display of affection towards him.

Gojo feigned a frown, tutting playfully as he watched Megumi walk out of the kindergarten door, tiny fingers wrapped around..

His eyes travelled up. And he paused.

Wow. He stared at your face with awe.

The way hair fell on your face after dealing with children all day—yes, it was a disarray—but it framed your face wonderfully. And your face, well, he couldn't think straight at the moment. Only one work could describe it: Gorgeous. That's what you were.

You let go of Megumi's hand when the two of you reach Gojo. He slowly stood up, dusting off his knees. A smile was thrown to him and he caught it—as if it were nutrition and he, starving.

"Hello." He nodded at you. You greeted him back, smiling. "Hi."

You turned your head towards the black haired boy, and waved at him. "Bye, Megumi. Be good to your dad."

"Ha?" Gojo blinked several times before hurriedly blurting. "No—nonono, I'm not this kid's dad. I mean—do we even look alike?" He gestured wildly forth between himself and the boy.

You paused, surprised. Your eyes travelled back and forth between the two. "Err, well.. if you want my honest opinion.."

A loud, dramatic sigh made it's way out of Gojo's mouth, obviously trying to stop you from saying anything. "No thanks."

Shrugging your shoulders, you said once more. "Bye, then."

"...." Megumi was quiet for a while, but Gojo nudged the boy—gesturing towards you. "Come on," he told him. "Say it back."

Although he didn't speak—with an exasperated sigh, he returned the gesture, waving his little hand. Albeit for a short time.

"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" You said. And Megumi nodded.

On the way back home, Gojo was unusually quiet—quiet enough to earn a few questionable glances from Megumi. Well, he didn't mind it. Megumi supposed. Gojo was most likeable when silent.

"Hey, kid," Gojo said all of a sudden, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Megumi raised a questionable brow at the Jujutsu sorcerer. I can't catch a break. Megumi thought. Gojo had a blank expression on his face—as if dazed. "What's her name?"

"...who?" Oh, Megumi didn't like the way this was going.

No, not one bit.

He seemed somewhat flustered—it was disgusting. The black haired boy grimaced, making a retching sound, which earned a knuckle on the boy's head. Megumi yelped. "Ow! That hurt!"

"Good! Learn to respect your elders, ya brat!" Gojo scolded, although there was lightheartedness to it. Then paused. "You know..." He murmured. "...Your teacher. She's really pretty."

"Ugh!" Megumi scrunched his nose. "Stop it! You're gross!"

"Wha—?" Gojo scoffed, offended. "There's nothing gross about this. This is how all relationships start, alright? First, you ask for the name—" But Megumi wasn't listening, he ran ahead of Gojo.

"Leave her alone!" The boy shouted.

"Whaddya say?!" Gojo called out. "You're not her spokesperson!"

"Then go ask her yourself, you freak!"

Gojo scowled at the audacious boy. "Yeah? Well, maybe I will!" Then, under his breath—he cursed, "Dumb kid..."

“ 10 REASONS I'LL KEEP GOING BACK „

Megumi seemed to be more alert today—he would continue to tap his foot against the colourful carpet below, making a soft sound with his loafers every time he did. Your curiosity piqued eventually, and you crouched in front of him. You couldn't help but smile, wondering what could possibly be ailing such a boy?

"Megumi?" You rested a comforting hand on his arm. And he flinched, turning away from you grouchily. "What's wrong?"

"...nuffin'." The boy murmured, pouting.

You blinked, trying to suppress your smile. "It doesn't look like it."

He suddenly turned to look at you. "..Don't see me off today."

You tilted your head to the side. "Why? I love seeing you off."

"i don't want you to."

Silence. Screws turning in your head. Then, you answered him lightheartedly. "I see how it is. You don't like me anymore."

"What?" He blurted out, shaking his head. "It's not that."

"What is it, then?" You questioned. "You can tell me, y'know."

Megumi bit his lower lip, chewing down on it. Eventually, he muttered—voice down to a whisper. "It's not safe for you."

One beat. Two beats. You wanted to brush it off as a joke, but you knew Megumi was not one to do those. And on top of that, his expression spoke one of gravity. "Not safe..? For me?"

He fiddled with his fingers awkwardly. His eyes shifted here and there—but everywhere except you. Why was he avoiding your gaze? "The guy that picks me up.. He's, um. Dangerous."

A pause. Your face fell. "Does he hurt you?"

The black haired boy instantaneously turned to look at you. "Huh? No— I'm fine, I—"

"Megumi?" A voice called out. "Where are you, kid?"

You slowly turned to look at him, hurrying the boy behind you. From what the caretakers before you said, Gojo often picked him up very late. To top it off, Gojo himself had stated he wasn't the boy's dad. That only fueled your imagination wild.

Was Megumi being held hostage?

"There you are." Gojo called out, approaching the two of you. Just like yesterday, he had a smile on his face that you could've described as charming and boyish. But now, it only creeped you out. "Seriously, I didn't see the two of you outside so I thought there was something up with the boy. Or maybe I was too late."

Your grip on Megumi only tightened, holding a protective stance in front of him. You glared at him, although there was fear and anxiousness imprinted on your face. If Megumi really was being held hostage by this man, he could do a lot of other things. "Stay back!"

Gojo paused, freezing in place. "Excuse me?"

Megumi winced, eyes switching from you to him every few seconds. Gojo stared at you for a while in silence, stunned, before explaining. "I'm here to pick up Megumi, miss."

You shook your head. "No." You stated. Your legs felt weak. Being Megumi's caretaker meant you had to stay back longer—and that meant there was barely any staff inside. Could you call out to the guards outside? Would they hear you? Would they get here in time before something... A chill ran down your spine.

"I'm calling the police! You stay there."

"What?" Gojo watched as you nervously scrambled for the phone in one of your pockets. He eyed you judgmentally, frowning. "Are you not alright in the head or something?"

But you weren't listening. Your hands trembled as you dialed the number on your phone. "Listen, miss—" Gojo stepped forwards but you shuffled backwards. What was happening? "....the fuck?"

Frustrated, Gojo gestures towards Megumi. "C'mere, boy."

But you stood your ground, shaking your head frantically. "He will not leave with you. I have reason to believe you're holding Megumi hostage—and I will not let you leave with him."

Gojo snorted. "Me?" He gestured to himself. Then Megumi. "Hold him hostage? Are you sure it's not the other way around? I don't even want to babysit this god damn brat—"

"See!" You shouted. "No one would talk about a kid like that!"

Gojo was about to answer, but then—click.

A voice called out from the phone in your shaky hands.

"110. What's your emergency?"

“ 10 REASONS I'LL KEEP GOING BACK „

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. You couldn't look anywhere else except the floor. You were terribly embarrassed. And to add the cherry on top, you were feeling incredibly guilty. You weren't sure if you could come to work again tomorrow—with everything that just went down.

You didn't want to walk back in the room either. So you stood outside the door, leaning against a wall and questioning your life choices that led you all the way to here—your current situation.

The officers inquired Gojo some more before eventually leaving. As Gojo watched them make their way out of the door, his shoulders slumped—and once he made sure they had left the vicinity, Megumi—who was by his side—had his left ear twisted.

"Ow!" Megumi winced, but did not say more to refute. He knew he was in the wrong. He merely looked down at his shoes.

"You shouldn't have lied." Gojo stated, hands stuffed into his trousers. He didn't wear anything too fancy—just a simple white shirt and gray trousers. "Why the hell did you do that? I could've ended up in jail, ya know. Not that I would."

"I didn't want you to take her away either." Megumi mumbled under his breath. His little hands felt clammy.

"What?" Gojo's tone of voice was especially harsh right now. "What are you talking about?"

"You did the same thing to that— that man." He hesitated. Gojo stood there silently. Was Megumi talking about Toji Fushiguro?

Watching the uncomfortable expression on Megumi's face, he confirmed it. Yeah, thought so. Gojo ran an exasperated hand through his hair—letting out a deep sigh. "That won't happen."

Megumi looked at Gojo through his lashes. "I don't believe you."

Another sigh. A long, dragged, border-lining on irritated sigh.

Gojo crouched in front of the boy, holding out his pinky finger.

Megumi looked at the white haired teen oddly. "What?"

"I won't hurt her." Gojo said.

The dark haired boy stared at Gojo for a long while—as if he was some sort of extraterrestrial creature. "You're stupid as shit."

The teen flicked the boy's forehead. "Don't say that, brat."

Megumi rolled his eyes, but eventually reached out his pinky finger as well. The two of them interlaced it. "Pinky promise?"

Gojo nodded. "Pinky promise."

“ 10 REASONS I'LL KEEP GOING BACK „

Gojo didn't know how to approach you, and instead resorted to leaning against the same wall as you did in silence. Eventually, after a while, he cleared his throat—grabbing your attention.

"Ahem," He coughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry you got entangled in this mess. I think Megumi learned his lesson."

You shrugged your shoulders. "I guess."

Were you upset? Gojo pondered to himself. Well, if he were in your shoes and some kid lied about being held hostage—plus had to almost argue with a handsome dude like him and have the police involved... Yeah, he would be upset too.

"Hey, listen." He turned to look at you fully, brows furrowed. "I'm sorry for what the boy did, alright? I'll teach him a lesson,"

Silence pooled the hallway. Eventually, you exhaled heavily, rubbing the bridge of your nose. "No.. you don't need to. Megumi's a good kid. I'm sure he understands the gravity of his actions, their consequences. He's probably reflecting on them." Your eyes fell onto Megumi, who definitely was doing just that.

Now it was Gojo's time to shrug. "If you say so." You really were a good fit for Megumi, Gojo decided. No wonder that boy went out of his way to lie like that. That kid really did like you.

"......Can I make up for the inconvenience somehow?"

You raised your eyebrows at Gojo. "Are you trying to..?"

Gojo shook his head wildly. "Nono, I'm not. I'm not trying to hit you up or anything like that. I'm not, I swear." He was fumbling with his words. "I just— I feel bad. I want to make up for it."

Silence filled the atmosphere again. Then, you looked down at your watch. "You have time for brunch?"

Gojo's eyes lit up. Gojo, who was only nervous and guilty a few seconds ago, instantaneously started grinning ear-to-ear.

"Yeah." He murmured happily. "I do."

"I know a good place," you told him quietly, as if you were letting him on a big secret. "I'm sure Megumi's hungry too."

"Okay, okay." He nodded enthusiastically, following you. "What's your name, though? I don't think I've catched it before."

"(Name) (Last Name)."

Gojo tasted the word on his tongue. He nodded once more, satisfied—recalling it's meaning. "Nice to meet you, (Name)."

"Nice to meet you, too." A smile creeped its way up on your lips.

@ELICYPHER — do not plagiarize, repost or retranslate.

[hyperfixiation-station]

Ghost Headcanons

TW: Mentions of drugs, alcohol, SA, abuse, canon typical violence. I got tired of seeing ooc Ghost stuff so here are my headcanons. (Yes, I know this is a repost, I'm sorry, but I heavily edited it so I am just gonna repost it) I'm so sorry. Starts off light, gets heavy under the break

All day Jan 1st it’s ‘I haven’t showered since last year’ ‘I haven’t slept since last year’. He may not be a dad, but he is the king of the Worlds Worst Dad Jokes competition. You've debated getting him a trophy a few times.

He prefers a quiet new years, watching the ball drop on T.V. as opposed to fireworks, (He humors you and Johnny though, and will buy a small pack for yall to set off) He's not scared of the sound, but the people and the being outside in dark in the middle of the night is what gets him. You're content with setting firecrackers off in the backyard.

He delights in the fact that his mask scares children, finds it hilarious. He loves Halloween, even if its not widely celebrated where he's at.

Says the oddest shit sometimes, like things that make you question his sanity. (aka you think the wind is ever tryin to tell us something?)

In a relationship he would be unintentionally emotionally abusive. And I say unintentionally because I don’t think he would realize how much he’s hurting you, because ‘it’s just words’. He would never, ever lay a hand on you, but he would 100% berate, belittle, and demean you.  

Don’t get me wrong, he would love you so, so much, but this man has a lot of baggage.(His father, Roba, Tommy, ect.) He has a lot of anger pent-up inside, and it comes out anytime you disagree, which happens a lot. He would be passive-aggressive and knows what to say to hurt you.

 He is so, so good a picking out your insecurities and using them against you. It was a defense mechanism he learned at a very young age, and it's one he's never grown out of.

He used to resource hoard(still does actually). At the beginning of his day with the 141 he would have stashes of food hidden away, bottles of water, articles of clothing. That specific aspect was trained out of him, but he simply moved his focus to people.

I don’t think he would ever have children because he knows he is fundamentally broken, but if he did, he would tolerate 0 disrespect from them. Again, he would never lay a hand on them, but yelling, screaming, breaking things is all fair game. 

He would love them so much, and would do anything for them, but again, he has a lot of trauma. He would love them though. If he’s home, he goes to daddy-daughters dances, talent-shows, plays, swim-meets, anything. If your kids are in it, he’s there. 

He would not be an alcoholic. He saw what drugs and alcohol did to his family, he would never let that happen to him. He hates drugs, and when he’s in the med-bay even morphine is pushing it for him. He never has more than 2 drinks when his squad goes to the bar. He will not be his father. 

Like I said before, he knows he has issues. And he tries. He really does try. He tries to better, he tries to not be so angry. He really, really does. He doesn't apologize, but he'll come home with flowers if he knows he really messed up.

Sometimes you wonder if its worth it, but then you look back and see how far hes come, how far you've both come, and you decide to keep working at it.

He shows his affection in gentle touches, clasping your shoulder, patting your arm, touching knees together. He’s fine with kissing, as long as it’s in private, and he would have sex with you, but he is not some feral beast. 

This man is not a sub. He would need to be in control, I feel that feeling powerless while having sex would trigger him, yk? On that note, he would not be overly sexual, in fact he barely even likes sex. This man was SA’d and tortured, and he def has issues with it. It took years for him to get comfortable enough with you to do anything more than kissing.

And that's all for now, let me know if you want a part 2, or if you want to see hc for any other characters or specific situations :3

[harianaswhore]

⟡ ₒₜₕₑᵣ dᵣᵢᵥₑᵣₛ ⟡

NONE OF THESE ARE WRITTEN BY ME

ᵐʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʳᵉᶜˢ ᶠ¹ ʳᵉᶜˢ

— ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳⁱᵈ ⟡

thirsty thoughts (s) - @lorarri

missing piece (a) - @katebishopsbow

grid kids (series, sebastian vettel and grid) - @pucksandpower

birthday wishes (max is the bf but focused on everyone) (smau) - @mclqren

points have been made (lestappen x reader) - @sinofwriting

birthday wishes (charles is the bf but focused on everyone) (smau) - @astonmartinii

heartbreak syndrome (mostly the grid but ex!max and eventual lewis) - @h4m1lt0ns

the grid's delight (series) - @sebscore

— ˢᶜᵉⁿᵃʳⁱᵒˢ/ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ ⟡

makeup shopping with the boys (f) - @verstappen-cult

getting caught making out with the boys (sexual references) (^)

boys reacting to being called pretty (mostly f) - @ln444

dating f1 drivers (mostly f) - @hauntedrain

"where they would like to kiss you" (f) - @itsvelyria

f1 drivers favorite spot to kiss you (f) - @mirohlayo

f1 drivers and their favorite types of hugs (f) (^)

ass or tits (s) - @youaresimplylovely

"what did you just call me" (f) - @23victoria

“can you watch my boyfriend for a sec?” (f) (^)

“i love you” (f) (^)

he takes care of you on your period (f) - @fastandcarlos

when f1 drivers dirty text you (and you pretend your dad answers) (s) - @maxtermind

fuckbuddy!f1 drivers getting jealous (f,a,s) (^)

f1!boyfriends with jealous partner (s) (^)

f1 drivers reacting to the hickeys they left on you (s) (^)

blind girl (f, suggestive) - @hamilando

make me your muse (f) - @goldsainz

unbreakable (a) - @amberjazmyn

how the f1 drivers would kiss you (f, suggestive) - @uluvjay

bereals with your f1 bf - @lilasamaaa

f1 boys and their moments of quiet admiration for you (f) - @itaipava

tease (s) - @hugleclerc

— ˡᵉʷⁱˢ ʰᵃᵐⁱˡᵗᵒⁿ ⟡

king of my heart (smau) - @cieloclercs

keys to the benz (smau, sexual innuendo) - @imnameimswrld

him being a simp for you (headcannon) - @itaipava

thick and thin (f,a)- @agendabymooner

lawyer up (smau) - @monzabee

war is over (tw: brocedes mention) (f) - @pucksandpower

you're my best friend and you knew what it was he is in love (smau) - @redwinelew

lucky charm (smau) - @maplesyrupsainz

chapter 25 (smau) - @edwardslvrr

— ᵈᵃⁿⁱᵉˡ ʳⁱᶜᶜᵃʳᵈᵒ ⟡

ultimate wing man (smau) - @astonmartinii

keep it private (smau) - @marlenesluv

forever kind of love (smau) - @chrisevansonly

my book worm (smau) - @lewisvinga

— ᵃʳᵗʰᵘʳ ˡᵉᶜˡᵉʳᶜ ⟡

kissing in the rain (f) - @thebearchives

forgiveness (f) - @starlost97

fan behavior (smau) - @lxclerc

it's you and me (smau) - @lecsainz

party girl two (smau) - @natailiatulls07

amour (smau) - @marlenesluv

— ˢᵉᵇᵃˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᵛᵉᵗᵗᵉˡ ⟡

just you wait sunshine (a) - @unsolvedjarin

helmet kisses (headcannons) - @forteafy

drink water, not alchol (f) - @sebscore

me and my husband (smau) - @starkwlkr

fever dream it's nothing new i wait for you (smau) (^)

cherry flavoured (rbr!seb my love) (f) (^)

miss honey (f) (^)

always an angel, never a god (!!!! EASTING DISORDER !!!) (a) (^)

come back to me (CRASH) (a)- @lucyrose191

about you (series, f)- @drvscarlett

— ᶠʳᵃⁿᶜᵒ ᶜᵒˡᵃᵖⁱⁿᵗᵒ ⟡

mi bonita (smau) - @harrysfolklore

[allthingsfangirl101]

Hey, Bartender – Jake Seresin

Working as a female bartender has never been easy. It's worse when the last person you ever thought you'd see again walks into the bar.

"Oh no," I gasped. I put the drink I was making in front of the customer, threw down my towel, and quickly turned around.

"Geez, Y/N," Penny chuckled. "Slow down. What's up?"

"Nothing," I stuttered. Penny crossed her arms over her chest and stopped me from running away.

"What?"

I looked over my shoulder, my whole body skipping a beat. "Ohh," she held out. "Which one of them did you grow up with?"

"The tall gorgeous one," I mumbled before looking away from him.

"The one they call Hangman?" Penny asked.

"How fitting," I scoffed. "Yeah. Except I knew him as Jake Seresin. He was the guy every girl was madly in love with."

"Even you?" She chuckled.

"Sadly," I said, shaking my head. I gasped when she turned me around and pushed me toward the bar. Jake smirked when I appeared.

"Hi," I stuttered.

"Hey, Bartender," he smirked. "Can I get another round of beers for me and my friends?"

"Sure," I said, my heart sinking when I realized it.

"Thanks," he said, sending me a wink before turning around and walking back to his friends.

"Soo?" Penny sang as she ran into me.

"He and his friends want another round of beers."

"Of course, but did he. . ."

"He didn't remember me."

Without another word, I turned around and went into the back room. I tried to wait out Jake and his friends, but they stayed the rest of the night. Penny didn't ask any questions about Jake, but she let me keep clear of them.

Once the bar closed, Penny didn't let me leave until I told her everything.

"I have been waiting all night to hear about this," she chuckled as she hopped onto the counter. "How do you know that wannabe BackStreet Boy?"

"We grew up together," I started to explain. "Well, sorta. We were neighbors and our dads worked together. We ended up going to the same work parties and barbeques, but we didn't interact at school. I thought he'd at least remember me. Guess I was wrong."

"Oh, honey," he sighed. "I'm sorry. Maybe he just needs a memory refresher or. . . Maybe he. . ."

"Maybe I wasn't important enough to him for him to remember me."

* * * * *

Jake and his friends returned night after night. I stayed behind the bar, mixing and pouring their drinks. All without Jake remembering me. Every time he came up and ordered from me, my heart sank lower. By the end of the week, I couldn't handle seeing him every night.

"Hey, Y/N, can you take the trash out?" Penny asked, dragging me away from watching Jake play darts.

"Sure," I mumbled. Penny sent me a pitiful look as I grabbed the garbage bag.

I carried it outside, holding my breath as I passed Jake. He didn't notice me. . . Shocker.

Right as I was about to toss the garbage bag into the dumpster, the bottom broke, spilling the contents all around my feet.

"Of course," I scoffed. I knelt down and started picking up the bottles. Suddenly, someone joined me. I looked up to see Jake helping me.

"I hate when this happens," he flirted. "Let me help."

I watched him for a second as he picked up the bottles. He looked up at me and sent me a wink.

"You don't remember me, do you?" I asked, my voice quiet.

"Why would I. . ." Jake stopped himself as he looked up and studied me. "Holy. . . Y/N?"

"Hi, Jake," I said, my voice getting caught in my throat.

"Wow," he chuckled. "It's been so long. How are you?"

"Please don't," I said a little harsher than I needed to as I stood up and threw away the bottles I was holding.

"Don't what?" He stuttered as he stood up and threw his armful of bottles away.

"Don't act like you remember me after all these years."

I started to walk away but he gently grabbed my hand.

"What makes you think that I don't remember you, Y/N?"

I looked up at him and pulled my hand out of his grasp. I crossed my arms over my chest and shifted my weight. "Really, Jake?" I scoffed. "I have worked here for three years. You and your band of pilots have been here every day this week. You have come straight up to me, at least three times a night, and looked me in the eyes as you ordered a drink. And it takes me picking up garbage for you to remember me."

"Who says I didn't remember you the second I walked up to the bar?"

"You acted like you had no idea who I was," I said, my voice dropping.

"I know I did," he sighed. "And I'm sorry about that, Y/N. Truly, I am. But, to be honest, when I walked in and saw you, I freaked. I went to get drinks and didn't think I'd run into an old friend."

"Old friend?" I couldn't help but doubt. "Jake, you never spoke to me unless we were at our dads' work parties. You completely ignored me at school."

"I know that too," he said, his tone changing. "You have to believe me, Y/N, the only reason I didn't hang out with you at school is because I thought you'd think I was an idiot."

"Wait," I slightly cut him off. "You didn't think you were smart enough to hang out with me?"

"I was embarrassed," he nodded.

"Jake," I sighed. "That's. . . I'm sorry, but I don't believe you."

* * * * *

I didn't tell Penny what happened last night. When I called her this morning and told her I woke up sick and needed the day off, she didn't push back.

Instead of being at work, I spent the entire day thinking back through my and Jake's childhood. There was nothing in any of the few occasions we interacted to hint that Jake was too embarrassed to hang out with me. He never even looked at me in high school.

Later that night, I got a call from Penny.

"You need to get here," she said the second I answered.

"Wait, what?"

"The trainees came in again tonight," she said. "They came and all Hangman has done since he realized you weren't here is sit in the corner and drink. His friends went home an hour ago and he's still here drinking."

"Pen. . ."

"He keeps mumbling things about you," she cut me off.

"What kinds of things?" I couldn't help but ask.

"That he shouldn't have ignored you," she started to list off. "That he should've talked to you. That he should've asked you out. That he hates that you think he didn't ever think about you. And yes, those were his exact words. Please come and talk to him."

"I don't know," I stuttered. "I just. . . I find it really hard to believe that he. . . There's no way he thought. . . He couldn't have looked at me. I was a nobody."

"Did you ever think that maybe he thought the world of you but worried you'd think he was some stereotypical jock who couldn't put two and two together?"

"Are those his exact words?"

"Not exactly," she chuckled. "But still, the sooner you get here, the better."

* * * * *

I walked into the bar, instantly making eye contact with Penny. She sent me a soft smile before nodding her head toward the booth in the corner. When I saw the state he was in, I stopped behind the bar and got him a cold water. I took a deep breath before walking toward him. I grabbed his empty beer bottle and replaced it with a water.

"Cutting me off?" He slurred.

"Considering the fact that I'm not working tonight," I said, making him jump, "no. I'm just worried about you."

"Y/N," he stuttered. "What are you. . . You're here. Penny said you. . . Hi."

"Hi," I chuckled. "You mind if I sit?"

"Of course not," he said instantly. He sat up straighter as I sat across from him. I couldn't help but blush as his eyes scanned me.

My heart sank when I glanced at his empty beer bottle collection. "Jake," I sighed.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I'm sorry I made you think I didn't recognize you the moment I looked into your gorgeous eyes. I'm sorry I made you think you weren't good enough for me. I'm sorry I made you think I didn't see you. I swear, Y/N, I did."

"Why didn't you ever say anything?" I asked, my voice soft.

"I just. . . I thought. . . " He stuttered. "Because I was a coward." Jake reached across the table and gently grabbed my hands. "I am so sorry," he whispered. "Is there anything I can do to make you believe me?"

"I don't know, Jake," I said honestly. "We were never really close. I mean, we only talked on a few of the awkward occasions where we were the only kids at the work party. And when we were teenagers, we didn't talk at all. You weren't even sending mixed signals."

"I was scared," he said again.

"Jake, no woman believes that a man is or was too scared to talk to her," I sighed. "That's the kind of stuff you hear in teenage romance movies."

"And you don't believe those?" He laughed. "Come on, Y/N. I seem to remember you always had your nose stuck in those romance novels."

My heart sank when he laughed. He looked up at me when I pulled my hands out of his. The look in his eyes changed. "Y/N," he stuttered. "I didn't mean anything. . ."

"Stop before you dig your grave any deeper," I mumbled. I let out a sigh of relief as reinforcements arrived.

"You good, Hangman?" Rooster laughed as he walked over.

"What are you doing here?" Jake asked, his voice still slurring.

"I called him," I said, making him look at me. "Figured you'd need help getting back to base."

I got out of the booth and watched as Rooster pulled Jake to his feet. He wrapped his arm around his waist and started carrying him to the door.

"Thanks, Rooster."

"Anytime, Y/N." He sent me a wink before carrying him outside. I turned around to see Penny smiling softly at me.

"So?" She elongated.

"So, we talked," I shrugged as I walked over to the bar.

"And?"

"Will you stop with that tone?" I sighed. "I'm not sure what's going to happen next. He apologized, and we talked for a little while, but he was too drunk to have a real talk so I had Rooster come get him."

She smiled as she gently patted my arm. "Well, I think it was good for him for you to come. I know it was hard for you, but he needed it."

She walked away, leaving me at the bar with my thoughts.

* * * * *

The next night, I came back to work. Penny didn't bring up Hangman and he didn't come in. Later that night, I took out the trash.

"Need any help?"

I looked up to see Jake standing by the dumpster. "You're back," I said. "Why aren't you inside?"

"Because I wanted to continue our conversation but I wanted to make sure I was sober when I talked to you," he said, walking over to me. He grabbed the garbage bag out of my hand and tossed it into the dumpster without turning away from me.

"Jake," I stuttered.

"I know you don't believe me," he started softly, "but I have been crazy about you since middle school. When we got to high school, I got a different reputation. I was on the basketball team. I was the captain. People made it seem like I was this big important guy on campus. Then I'd see you, studying in the library, and I'd feel like an idiot. I hated it."

"You hated being popular?"

"Of course," he said like it should've been obvious.

"Why?"

"Because you weren't in that group," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. It was then that I realized how close we were to each other. "I had a stereotype," he whispered. "And you, luckily, didn't fit into it. You were too good for that group. You were too good for me. You still are."

"Jake. . ."

He delicately pressed his lips to mine. My mind raced as I slowly started to kiss him back. When we needed air, Jake slowly broke the kiss. He leaned back with a playful smirk on his face.

"That was just how I imagined," he whispered.

"What do you mean?" I asked, just as softly.

"Kissing you," he shrugged. "It was just as perfect as I imagined."

"Have you always been this cheesy?" I laughed as I teasingly pushed him away from me. He chuckled as he instantly rewrapped his arms around me.

"Always," he whispered before kissing me again.

"Jake," I whispered, breaking the kiss.

"What's wrong, gorgeous?"

"What is this?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"What do you mean?" He asked, studying my face.

"This," I said, pointing between us. "We haven't seen each other or spoken to each other in almost ten years. And now?"

"Now, I finally take you on the date I should've taken you on back in high school."

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SOFT JJ AND MY SOUL IS YOURS

Soft!JJ x Reader

Notes: if you have any Soft!JJ requests or prompts let me know cause I loved writing him!

Soft!JJ who was enchanted by you from the moment he saw you at the beach when the two of you were fifteen. Soft!JJ who makes sure you're next to him at parties, and if you manage to wander off to talk to some other people, his eyes will be on you so that he doesn't loose you in the crowd. Soft!JJ who presses a kiss to your wounds when you get hurt from tripping or falling over, being the clumsy person you are, and anytime you complain about them being sore he will press another gentle kiss to them, he knows that a lot of the time when you complain they don't even hurt anymore and that you just want his attention but he will happily tend to you anyway. Soft!JJ who has a helmet reserved specially for you that you decorated for when you're on his bike with you. Soft!JJ who places the ear defenders on your head when he practices using the gun to make sure that your ears wouldn't get hurt from the noise while you watched him practice. Soft!JJ who will instinctively stand slightly in front of you, shielding you with his body in any confrontational situation to keep you safe. Soft!JJ who will subconsciously make sure that he walks closest to the road, placing a hand on your lower back to guide you to the inside of the path. Soft!JJ who has instilled an unspoken rule that when he's driving the Twinkie, the passenger seat is reserved for you. Soft!JJ who will listen intently to anything you need to get off of your chest, no matter how stupid or petty you may think it is, and he will always back you up, because his girl is never in the wrong. Soft!JJ who will swing an arm over your shoulder and draw you into his side when you get too overwhelmed at parties, and will press kisses to your hairline or forehead in-between his conversations with the others.

Soft!JJ who immediately searches for you in every room on the off chance that the two of you don't attend an even together. Soft!JJ who picks up random odd jobs to make extra money to save, determined to give you a better life with him. Soft!JJ who would pick flowers from the country club's garden to give you, only wanting to give you the best flowers. Soft!JJ who saves money especially for you to buy you small trinkets that he knows you'll love despite him not really being able to afford it, but he will do it anyway, because his girl deserves to have things the proper way and not stolen. (he will however steal things and sell them to the pawn shop in order to get money to buy you things) Soft!JJ who comes straight to you anytime something happens between him and his dad, he'll lay his head on your chest while you calm him down by running your fingers through his hair. he will give into you when you insist to patch him up, your touch featherlight as you tend to his wounds, and you'll press your own kisses to his wounds, knowing you liked it when he did that for you, and it would never fail to bring a smile to his lips. Soft!JJ who tattooed your initials on the inside of his wrist, moving all of his bracelets to his other arm so that they wouldn't cover his mark of your name on him. Soft!JJ who has trouble saying "I love you" but would always do things to make you feel special and loved, never wanting you to forget that he loved you even though he struggled to say it. Soft!JJ who would pick flowers from the country club's garden to give you, only wanting to give you the best of everything.

Please lmk what you guys think, I'd love to hear from you! I'll also be happy to try and write any requests you may have <3