#so you can see where i'm going with this.

[harrysfolklore]

grid dad - mv1

summary: max decides accidentally adopts the 2025 rookies and his life becomes chaos

folkie radio: HERE IT IS!! i thought it was super late to post this but you guys wanted it so i finished it! i hope you like it

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram hosted our rookie dinner tonight because someone had to adopt these kids before the season starts 😂 @/maxverstappen1 trying to teach them the racing line around our dinner table while I'm just making sure they're all fed properly. good luck this season boys! ❤️

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username1 OMFG THIS ???

username2 max casually having all the kids over help me

maxverstappen1 They're already asking when they can come back for dinner 🤦‍♂️

username3 MY HEART 😭 mama yn and papa max adopting all the rookies i can't

username4 the way he's actually becoming the dad of the grid at 27 💀

username5 max going from youngest driver to grid dad is the character development we love to see

kimi.antonelli best pasta i've ever had outside of italy!! grazie mille

lando this is so unfair, where was my rookie dinner in 2019??

username6 STOP this is the wholesomeness we needed before melbourne 🥹

username7 giving me flashbacks to when seb used to adopt the younger drivers

isackhadjar thanks racing mum and dad 😌🏎️

jackdoohan catch me sneaking back in for leftovers tomorrow 👀

alex_albon @/georgerussell63 remember when we just got a RedBull and good luck text?

username8 NOT THE 2019 ROOKIES GETTING JEALOUS

username9 max really just adopted them all ??? hello!!

olliebearman thank you for everything! ready for the season now 💪

gabrielbortoleto_ such an amazing evening! grateful for the advice and the food was 🔥

username10 THE 2025 ROOKIES ARE SO LOVED

f1 The Class of 2025 getting the VIP treatment 🤩

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f1updates Max Verstappen reveals the 2025 rookies have become regular visitors at his home after his girlfriend invited them for a pre-season dinner

"Yeah, it's quite funny actually. My girlfriend invited them all over and now they just keep showing up. Antonelli's always asking for her pasta recipe, Bearman raids our fridge like it's his own house... Doohan's basically moved into our guest room at this point."

"It's nice though, they're good kids. They ask a lot of questions about racing, but mostly we just hang out. YN loves it, she's always making sure they're eating properly and stuff. I think she'll be screenshotting their race results like a proud mom"

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username1 NOT MAX BECOMING A GRID DAD AT 27

username2 the way he pretends to be annoyed but we know he loves it 🥺

username3 ollie living his best life raiding their fridge i'm crying

username3 kimi antonelli getting that family support AND pasta recipes? unstoppable

username4 max and yn collecting f1 children like pokemon and we're here for it

username5 the way he's actually proud of them 🥺 dad max era

username6 most unexpected wholesome f1 moment of 2025 already

username7 remember when max was the youngest driver? now look at him being grid dad

username8 WHY IS THIS SO CUTE LIKE THOSE ARE HIS KIDS

username9 i just know yn will be cheering for them at every race like a proud mom

username10 WHAT IF I CRY RN

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maxverstappen1 Ready for Melbourne. Had a good winter break

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username1 2025 WDC ALREADY

kimi.antonelli thanks for the setup tips dad 😎

yourinstagram our kids are so talented 🥹

username2 HELP THE ROOKIES JUST INVADED THEIR HOUSE AND NEVER LEFT 😭

username3 not antonelli calling him dad i'm deceased

olliebearman fifa rematch when we're back? still saying you cheated

jackdoohan THANKS MUM AND DAD

isackhadjar best preseason prep ever 🙌

username4 the way this isn't even weird anymore, just max and his 5 adopted children

gabrielbortoleto_ those pancakes changed my life ngl

lando this is getting ridiculous, i'm moving in too

username5 yn collecting f1 sons every time max turns his back

username6 THIS IS THE WHOLESOME CONTENT WE DESERVE

username7 horner somewhere punching the air watching max parent the entire rookie class

username8 LANDO IS STILL COMPLAINING HELP

username9 the fifa tournaments at their house must be INTENSE

username10 THOSE ARE MAX'S SONS

username11 he really posted a picture with his girlfriend and pictures of their grid kids 😭 IM YELLING

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yourinstagram race day! good luck to my boyfriend and our... five adopted children 😂 still wondering how this happened but wouldn't have it any other way. make mama proud boys! ❤️ @/maxverstappen1 @/kimi.antonelli @/olliebearman @/jackdoohan @/isackhadjar @/gabrielbortoleto_

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username1 IM CRYING THOSE ARE THEIR CHILDREN

username2 the ducklings !!!

maxverstappen1 They're asking if we can have pizza night after the race 🤦‍♂️

kimi.antonelli grazie racing mom!

olliebearman promise not to crash dad's car 😇

jackdoohan home race AND family support, let's go!

isackhadjar thanks mom 🥹

gabrielbortoleto_ best racing parents ever ❤️

lando petition to be adopted too?

username3 NOT THEM ACTUALLY CALLING THEM MOM AND DAD NOW

username4 the way this started as a dinner and ended with 5 new family members

username5 ollie promising not to crash "dad's" car HELP ME 💀

username6 yn really said "i have 5 children now"

username7 mercedes wondering why their rookie keeps disappearing to verstappen family dinners

username8 the most wholesome timeline we never knew we needed

username9 verstappen family collection: ✅ max ✅ yn ✅ 5 rookies ✅ probably lando soon

username10 imagine telling someone in 2015 that rookie max would become f1's dad

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f1shitpost MAX'S FACE WHEN THEY TOOK KIMI. THAT'S HIS SON

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username1 the way max's face went 😦 -> 😳 -> 🥺

username2 they're interrupting their father-son time

username3 HEEEEEEELP THIS IS TOO FUNNY

username4 mercedes pr trying to prevent the adoption papers from being signed

username5 the way he immediately went to isack after this

username6 help why is this the most wholesome thing ever 😭

username7 the other rookies watching like "one of us, one of us"

username8 YN IS PROBABLY YELLING AT THIS

username9 he's taking the dad role way too seriously

username10 THATS A FATHER

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isackhadjar Not the way I wanted my first F1 race to go... but that's racing sometimes. Learning from it and moving forward. Thanks Max & YN for the emergency comfort dinner and pep talk (the cake was fire). Having the best support system helps a lot ❤️ On to the next one!

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username1 STOOOOOP THIS IS SO SWEET

username2 mom and dad to the rescue

yourinstagram always here for you sweetie! you'll come back stronger next weekend

maxverstappen1 Good weekend until the issue. We'll look at the data tomorrow 💪

kimi.antonelli next one will be better bro!

olliebearman you did great mate! also yn's cake fixes everything trust me

lando this family thing is getting out of hand... (yn can i have cake too?)

username3 NOT THE COMFORT DINNER FROM RACING PARENTS 😭

username4 yn really said "my son dnf'd? emergency cake needed"

username5 YN CALLING HIM SWEETIE AND MAX SAYING THEY'RE GOING TO REVIEW THE DATA? MY HEART THOSE ARE HIS PARENTS

username6 the way they all immediately gathered for support dinner 🥺

username7 verstappen family therapeutic cake session: activated

username8 my boy got the best racing parents fr 😌

username9 max analyzing data while yn bakes comfort food, perfect parenting

username10 most wholesome post-DNF recovery ever

username11 yn's cake solving all f1 problems one slice at a time

username12 lando still trying to get adopted in the comments HELP

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olliebearman P8!!! First F1 points in the bag! 🙌 Found this note in my driver room this morning and it gave me the extra push. Thanks @/maxverstappen1 and @/yourinstagram for being the best racing parents and sneaking into Hass to leave it 😂 Also mega racing from my bros today!Great weekend ❤️

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username1 AHHHH FIRST OLLIEPOINTS

username2 UMMM THIS IS SO SWEET??

yourinstagram SO PROUD OF YOU! 🥳 (also don't tell how we got into the garage)

maxverstappen1 Good job kid 💪 Now about that overtake attempt on lap 32...

kimi.antonelli my bro killing it! (but seriously how did they get past haas security)

isackhadjar crushing it bro! save me some celebration cake

gabrielbortoleto_ first of many points! 🙌 (yn's ninja skills are scary ngl)

username3 YN AND MAX SNEAKING HAAS TO LEAVE PARENT NOTES I'M DYING 😭

username4 the most supportive illegal garage entry ever

username5 THEY REALLY BROKE INTO HAAS FOR THEIR SON I CAN'T

username6 most dedicated racing parents award goes to...

username7 the note is actually so sweet though 🥺

username8 verstappen family really said "security who?"

username9 IM SOBBING THOSE REALLY ARE THEIR KIDSSSS

username10 I LOVE THIS LORE SM

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yourinstagram WHAT A DAY! 🎊 super proud of dad for the win (as always) but seeing three of our kids score points?? mom's heart can't take it 😭❤️@/kimi.antonelli P6, @/isackhadjar P8, and @/olliebearman P10 - YOU'RE ALL DOING AMAZING! @/jackdoohan and @/gabrielbortoleto_ your time is coming soon babies! now time to stuff everyone with celebration sushi

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username1 I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

username2 MAX AND HIS KIDDOS

maxverstappen1 They're fighting over the last california roll as we speak 🤦‍♂️

kimi.antonelli best racing family ever 🫶 (i won the sushi battle btw)

olliebearman thanks mom!! also kimi definitely cheated for that roll

isackhadjar perfect day with the family ❤️

jackdoohan next race is mine! (save me some sushi pls)

gabrielbortoleto_ points loading... also who filmed kimi's sushi heist

lando this family content is getting out of hand (but can i come for sushi?)

alex_albon mate why wasn't there family sushi in my day 😫

username3 NOT YN CALLING THE WIN "DAD" AND THE POINTS "OUR KIDS" 😭

username4 the way she's actually more excited about the rookies than max's win help

username5 verstappen family sushi war is sending me 💀

username6 yn collecting champion boyfriend and point-scoring children

username7 toto sharing custody with max and yn wasn't on my 2025 bingo card

username8 jack and gabriel getting the "your time is coming babies" treatment 🥺

username9 isack really secured points AND family dinner we love to see it

username10 THE VERSTAPPEN FAMILY IS SO TALENTED

username11 lando trying to get adopted in the comments AGAIN 😭

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maxverstappen1 When you're on a two week break from F1 and want a nice time at home with your girlfriend but your 5 adopted kids refuse to leave the house... 🤦‍♂️ At least they're getting better at FIFA (still not better than me though)

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username1 IM DYING

username2 THIS IS SO REAL

yourinstagram you love it really 😘 (also kimi and gabe are banned from my kitchen after that pasta incident)

kimi.antonelli this is our house too now, no take backs

olliebearman jack's been hogging the sim for 2 hours, this is favoritism

jackdoohan not my fault i'm fastest

isackhadjar your couch is just really comfortable okay

gabrielbortoleto_ the pasta wasn't THAT bad...

lando might join the invasion tomorrow 👀

charles_leclerc mate your house is literally turning into a rookie daycare

username3 HELP THEY'VE LITERALLY JUST MOVED IN 😭

username4 max pretending to be annoyed while actually loving it: a series

username5 the pasta incident?? we need details 👀

username6 yn collecting children while max pretends to protest

username7 BEST THING ABOUT THE 2025 SEASON

username8 breaking: 5 f1 rookies stage permanent occupation of verstappen residence

username9 ollie really said "this is our house" the confidence 😭

username10 most expensive f1 daycare service

username11 "the pasta wasn't THAT bad" WHAT DID THEY DO

username12 max's villain to dad arc is actually complete

username13 yn somewhere: finally, i have all the children 😌

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f1gossip Spotted: Fighting for dad's attention again... Kimi and Gabriel arguing over who gets Max's feedback before the race 😭

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username1 the way max is actually trying to listen to both of them at once 😭

username2 yn in the back like "my children are embarrassing me again"

username3 HELP WHY ARE THEY ACTUALLY FIGHTING LIKE SIBLINGS

username4 THOSE ARE HIS KIDS FR

username5 kimi really said forget mercedes i need dad's opinion first

username6 ollie watching this like "amateurs, i already got my feedback during lunch"

username7 yn collecting more chaotic children by the minute

username8 I BET LANDO IS STILL JEALOUS OF THIS

username9 jack somewhere taking notes on how to get feedback without the fight

username10 the way max is actually giving equal attention to both 😭 dad skills on point

username11 toto watching his rookie choose max's feedback over merc engineers

username12 gabe really speed walking to beat kimi to max HELP

username13 remember when max was the youngest driver? now he's managing kid fights

username14 the way yn is just accepting this chaos now

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yourinstagram this isn't goodbye, it's just a new chapter ❤️ So proud of how you're handling this @/jackdoohan. you're still our kid and this house is still your home (yes, even the sim room 😉). the racing world hasn't seen the last of you, and until then, you've got your whole family behind you. love you lots sweetheart 🫶 also @/francolapinto welcome to the family, dinner's at 7!

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username1 THIS IS SO SWEET OMG

username2 SHE SAID THATS OUR KID FOREVER

maxverstappen1 The sim is always open for you. We've got work to do 💪

jackdoohan love you mom ❤️ thanks for everything

olliebearman our brother forever 🫶 (also i'm still slower than you in the sim)

kimi.antonelli family sticks together no matter what

isackhadjar we've got your back bro!

gabrielbortoleto_ you're stuck with us forever

francolapinto thank you for the welcome! (slightly nervous about joining this family 😅)

lando proper family you've got there. i still feel excluded

username3 NOT ME CRYING AT YN'S MOM ENERGY 😭

username4 "you're still our kid" I'M NOT OKAY

username5 yn really said "my kid lost his seat but not his family"

username6 jack still having his racing family is everything

username7 franco getting adopted before he even starts HELP

username8 most supportive racing family award goes to...

username9 "yes, even the sim room" knowing that's where he spends most time 🥺

username10 this family really sticks together no matter what

username11 franco about to learn what it means to join this family

username12 "dinner's at 7" yn adopting the replacement immediately

username13 the way they're making sure he knows nothing changes

username14 most wholesome f1 family doesn't exi-

username15 franco watching these comments like "what am i getting into"

username16 this isn't a racing family anymore it's a FAMILY family 🥺

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isackhadjar when @/olliebearman leaves his phone behind so max can take a pic with his actual favorite kid 😌

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username1 HELPPP ME

username2 MAX SELFIE ALERT

olliebearman DELETE THIS RIGHT NOW. also we all know I'M the favorite 😤

yourinstagram both of you are grounded.

maxverstappen1 Neither of you are the favorite. It's kimi.

kimi.antonelli AS IT SHOULD BE 😌

gabrielbortoleto_ this family meeting is about to get spicy...

lando still trying to figure out how max ended up with 6 children and i'm not one of them

username3 MAX ADMITTING THAT KIMI IS HIS FAVORITE JUST LIKE THAT HEEEEEEELP

username4 THE FAVORITE CHILD DRAMA I'M CRYING 😭

username5 yn having to parent a favorite child fight was not on my 2025 bingo card

username6 ollie somewhere sprinting back to get his phone

username7 max choosing chaos by saying kimi is the favorite HELP

username8 kimi really won the favorite child battle without even trying

username9 yn about to give the "i love all my children equally" speech

username10 isack really started a civil war with one post

username11 yn somewhere preparing the "we don't have favorites" lecture

username12 gabi just getting the popcorn ready for the drama

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yourinstagram last but definitely not least of our 2025 rookies making his debut! @/francolapinto you've worked so hard for this moment sweetheart ❤️ the whole family is so proud already. jack left you his lucky charm (yes I saw that), the boys have been sharing all their rookie race tips, and dad's already got your data analyzed. now go show them what you've got! also stop being nervous about family dinners, you're stuck with us now

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username1 MELTING AGAIN

username2 THEY JUST TOOK FRANCO TOO

francolapinto thanks mom 🥺❤️ (the note made me cry btw)

maxverstappen1 Remember what we discussed about turn 1. You've got this 💪

jackdoohan lucky charm worked for me, now it's your turn mate

olliebearman youngest sibling energy let's go 🔥

kimi.antonelli show them how it's done franco!

isackhadjar family's newest rookie about to kill it

lando this family keeps growing and i'm still not in it

username3 max and yn collecting another child: complete

username4 "stop being nervous about family dinners" WHY IS THIS SO CUTE

username5 franco went from replacement to beloved youngest child so fast

username6 yn's mom powers activated immediately for the new rookie

username7 newest verstappen family member making his debut

username8 all the siblings sharing rookie tips is actually so sweet

username9 jack supporting his replacement like a true big brother 😭

username10 "dad's already got your data analyzed" most supportive racing parents

username11 max is really a softie for this kids fr

username12 lando still trying to get adopted in the comments HELP

username13 most wholesome grid family keeps expanding

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gabrielbortoleto_ Some Spain prep in the sim 💪 Getting those lines perfect for next week.

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username1 HELP IS THAT MAX'S SIM ROOM??? THE HELMET IN THE BACK 😭

username2 the way he's just casually posting from max's house like it's normal

username3 this man really said "sim prep" like we can't see max's entire setup 💀

username4 they've actually never left that house have they

lando you guys really never leave do you

username5 LANDO IS JEALOUS WE CAN TELL

yourinstagram dinner's at 7 sweetie 🫶

maxverstappen1 I still live here too you know 🤦‍♂️

username6 bro posted from casa verstappen like we wouldn't notice

username7 "the sim" sir that's your dad's gaming room

kimi.antonelli It's my turn with the sim

username8 NOT THEM FIGHTING OVER THE SIM

username9 they really just live there now and think we don't know

username10 at this point do they even have their own houses

username11 yn somewhere baking more cookies for her permanent residents

username12 not even trying to hide that they've moved in permanently 😭

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yourinstagram MY BOYS!!! 😭❤️ @/kimi.antonelli getting his first podium AND @/maxverstappen1 right there to celebrate with him - mom's heart is exploding! so proud of both of you! (and yes I cried, a lot) also all the other kids running to the podium to celebrate their brother's first podium? this family i swear

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username1 IM SOBBING

username2 THIS FATHER AND SON

maxverstappen1 Super proud today 👏👏

kimi.antonelli thanks mom and dad 🥺❤️ (yn you didn't have to cry THAT much though)

olliebearman my turn next! also kimi you owe us dinner now

gabrielbortoleto_ podium celebration was worth the paddock pass violation

isackhadjar nothing can stop us from celebrating family wins

username3 MAX THE PROUD DAD

username4 yn crying more than kimi at his first podium is peak mom energy

username5 the way all the siblings broke paddock rules to celebrate

username6 security watching 4 f1 drivers sprint to their brother's podium

username7 toto watching his driver celebrate with the competition family again

username8 yn really crying like it's her biological son's first podium 😭

username9 THE WAY THEY ALL RUSHED TO CELEBRATE WITH HIM

username10 most chaotic podium celebration

username11 them breaking rules just to celebrate together is everything

username12 from max's rival team to max's son real quick

username13 most wholesome father-son podium in f1 history

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lando since max and yn won't let me join the family, i'm stealing some of the kids. taking these three to the f1 movie premiere while their dad's stuck in simulator duties

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username1 HEEEEELP

username2 I LOVE LANDO SM

yourinstagram take care of my babies! 🥺 and make sure they don't stay up too late, they have duties tomorrow! also ollie needs his allergy meds and gabe gets cranky if he doesn't eat every 3 hours and franco gets nervous in crowds so keep him close! text me when you land! ❤️

maxverstappen1 Bring them back in one piece Norris

olliebearman WE'RE NOT BABIES (but yes i packed my meds)

gabrielbortoleto_ already hungry tbh

francolapinto sticking to lando like glue don't worry mom

kimi.antonelli this is favoritism, why wasn't i invited 😤

username3 YN'S MOM INSTRUCTIONS IN THE COMMENTS 😭

username4 lando really kidnapped 3 verstappen kids

username5 yn listing care instructions like they're toddlers HELP

username6 max stuck in sim while lando takes his kids out

username7 "ollie needs his allergy meds" WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY

username8 lando finally got into the family through uncle status

username9 "gabe gets cranky if he doesn't eat every 3 hours" EXPOSED

username10 THE ROOKIES + LANDO I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

username12 most expensive babysitting job in monaco

username13 lando finally found his way into the family 😭

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f1gossip SPOTTED: Max Verstappen and YN finally getting alone time on their yacht in St. Tropez!

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username1 THE ROOKIES ACTUALLY LET THEM HAVE A VACATION ALONE??? 😱

username2 breaking news: f1's busiest parents get a break

username3 somewhere in monaco 6 drivers are probably burning down the house

username4 first documented evidence of max and yn without children in 2025

username4 checking ig stories to make sure the house is still standing

username5 the kids finally let mom and dad have a date 😭

username6 I KNOW THE ROOKIES ARE CRYING BC THEY DIDN'T TAKE THEM

username7 most shocking f1 2025 news: verstappen parents spotted without children

username8 guarantee yn is still texting them every hour to check in

username9 max and yn experiencing peace and quiet for first time this year

username10 casa verstappen probably in chaos while parents are away

username11 who's taking bets on how long before one of them calls

username12 lando somewhere offering emergency uncle services

username13 giving it 24 hours before they rush home to check on their children 😭

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yourinstagram 48 hours of actual peace and quiet with @/maxverstappen1. no sim schedule, no driver coaching, no chaos... just us (already missing our chaos though 🥺)

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username1 MY PARENTS ACTUALLY

username2 they really left all the rookies at home help

kimi.antonelli mom please come back the kitchen is... concerning

kimi.antonelli unrelated but how do you get pasta off the ceiling

olliebearman franco tried cooking, it didn't end well

gabrielbortoleto_ this is betrayal

jackdoohan guys stop snitching on each other in the comments 🤦‍♂️ but also yn the washing machine is making weird noises

francolapinto didn't start the kitchen situation, that was ollie. also we miss you 🥺

maxverstappen1 We're never going home, the kids can find a new foster home

username3 THE KIDS FALLING APART WITHOUT THEM AFTER 2 DAYS

username4 six f1 drivers vs basic household tasks: a saga

username5 "how do you get pasta off the ceiling" HELP

username6 they really can't survive 48 hours without mom and dad

username7 max and yn enjoying peace while their house burns down

username8 GET BACK TO THE KIDS

username9 them snitching on each other in the comments 😭

username10 yn reading these comments while booking next flight home

username11 professional athletes vs washing machine: washing machine winning

username12 "franco tried cooking" immediate evacuation needed

username13 max really said we're never going back 😭

username14 yn's notifications just: HELP HELP HELP HELP

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maxverstappen1 Back to usual programming... Google search: how to kick 6 Formula 1 drivers out of my house? (Asking for a friend)

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username1 HELP MEEE

username2 THATS THEIR DAD

kimi.antonelli you'd miss us after 5 minutes

olliebearman we pay rent in entertainment

gabrielbortoleto_ you literally adopted us first

isackhadjar too late we have keys now

francolapinto who else would eat all your food?

jackdoohan you love us and you know it

lando make it 7 i'm coming over

yourinstagram babe you were literally just showing their baby photos to horner yesterday

username3 YN EXPOSING MAX SHOWING OFF BABY PHOTOS 😭

username4 "we pay rent in entertainment" they really do though

username5 max pretending he doesn't love the chaos

username6 man went from world champion to full time dad real quick

username7 "too late we have keys now" HELP 💀

username8 max's retirement plan: adopting every rookie

username9 yn exposing max's proud dad moments in the comments

username10 max acting like he doesn't love being everyone's dad

username11 man really adopted half the grid and is pretending to regret it

username12 FRANCO WITH NINO IM CRYING

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f1updates SPOTTED: Ollie Bearman caught sneaking into Red Bull garage to steal energy drinks... again. Dad's drinks hit different apparently

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username1 naur why he sneaking around like his dad doesn't LITERALLY DRIVE FOR THEM 😭

username2 caught in 4k trying to steal from his own family's garage HELP

username3 not him acting like a whole spy for some red bull

username4 the way he could've just asked max but chose crime instead

username5 he just wanted to see his dad

username6 THEY REALLY CANT STAY AWAY FROM MAX

username7 the way he's literally part of the family but still sneaking around

username8 times ollie's been caught stealing rb drinks: 27

username9 max's child getting caught robbing his workplace is peak 2025

username10 he wanted the family discount but forgot to ask first 💀

username11 max come get ur kid he's stealing from work again

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f1 Stefano's dinner for the drivers ! ❤️

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username1 the seating arrangements exposing the family favorites 💀

username2 kimi really secured the spot next to dad

username3 ollie at the other end like a disowned child HELP

username4 max keeping the good kids close and sending ollie to timeout with oscar

username5 kimi won the favorite child competition and it shows

username6 the favoritism is real and we have photo evidence

username7 ollie being exiled to the other end for crimes against red bull garage

username8 max keeping his well behaved children close and ollie in australian timeout

username9 kimi strategically claiming the favorite child spot

username10 ollie watching kimi get the prime spot: 🧍‍♂️

username11 the three good children got front row seats

username12 consequences of stealing red bull: banishment to oscar's end

username13 seating chart exposing family dynamics

lando at least ollie has oscar to console him 💀

olliebearman THIS IS LITERALLY BULLYING

kimi.antonelli earned my spot fair and square 😌

yourinstagram maybe if someone hadn't been caught stealing from the garage...

maxverstappen1 Good children get good seats 🤷‍♂️

oscarpiastri don't worry @/olliebearman we'll start our own family

f1world 24 hours after defending Bortoleto in press conference, Max Verstappen helps Gabriel in quali. Bortoleto makes Q3 for the first time thanks to Max giving him tows on track. Proud dad energy radiating from Red Bull garage 👀

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username1 journalist really made max activate super dad mode

username2 NOT HIM LITERALLY GOING TO HELP AFTER THAT PRESS CONFERENCE 💀

username3 THATS MAX'S SON FR

username4 max said talk shit about my kids and watch what happens

username5 man took "and i took that personally" to another level

username6 journalist accidentally unleashed father verstappen

username7 max really said watch me fix this real quick

username8 HELP HE LITERALLY WENT TO PROVE THEM WRONG

username9 max choosing violence via parent mode

username10 journalist opened their mouth and max chose dad revenge

username11 fastest parent response time in f1 history

username12 max: and here's what my children can do actually

username13 "disappointing? let me show you something"

username14 man took criticism of his kids personally and did something about it

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yourinstagram mixed emotions kind of day... but mostly just proud ❤️ our little family had its first racing incident (they're fine, already hugged it out before even leaving the track) and... GABE GOT HIS FIRST POINTS! P8! 🎉

the way maxie went straight from his DNF to watching gabe's race from our garage... my heart 😭 mow time for celebration dinner (yes kimi, you're still invited, stop texting asking if you're grounded)

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username1 MY FAVORITE FAMILY

username2 THEY'RE EVERYTHING TO ME ACTUALLY

maxverstappen1 Never missing a kid's first points even if i have to watch from the garage

gabrielbortoleto_ best racing parents ever 🥺❤️

kimi.antonelli thanks for not grounding me mom

isackhadjar family dinner about to be wild

olliebearman gabe finally joining the points club 🎉

username3 NOT KIMI ASKING IF HE'S GROUNDED 😭

username4 max dnf'ing and still being proud dad we love to see it

username5 the way they're actually parenting these grown men

username6 "stop texting asking if you're grounded" I'M CRYING

username7 max watching from garage after dnf is peak dad behavior

username8 most wholesome f1 family fr

username9 their parenting energy is too powerful

username10 gabe getting his first points on family drama day

username11 max going from dnf to proud dad mode instantly

username12 tried for drama, got wholesome family content instead

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maxverstappen1 We might have racing incidents, but these 6 are still my kids (even though they keep crashing my romantic dinners, stealing my drinks, and never letting me have alone time with my girlfriend) 🤷‍♂️❤️ Proud of everyone today. Yes, even you @/kimi.antonelli, stop sending apology memes now

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username1 SOFT MAXIEEEE

username2 im crying so bad

kimi.antonelli 🥺 sends another apology meme

olliebearman we crash dinners out of love

gabrielbortoleto_ best day with best family ❤️

isackhadjar you love us really

francolapinto we make life interesting admit it

jackdoohan family chaos is our brand

lando still waiting for my adoption papers

yourinstgarm OUR KIDS FOREVER 🥺

username3 "stop sending apology memes" HELP

username4 complaining about no alone time while enabling it

username5 kimi sending apology memes is killing me

username6 man really adopted 6 drivers and acts surprised they're around

username7 "we crash dinners out of love" I'M CRYING

username8 pretending to want peace while collecting children

username9 days since max last complained about his chaos: 0 days since he enabled it: also 0

username10 THOSE ARE HIS BIOLOGICAL CHILDREN

username11 man gave everyone keys then acts shocked they show up

username12 "these 6 are my kids" THE ACCEPTANCE STAGE

[rawan-soso]

PLEASE READ THIS!!

One thing gets better and ten more things get worse. The infections in my body are back. I am once again losing my hearing, it's completely gone in one ear already. My ears and my teeth are in extreme pain to the point I can't sleep or focus on anything. We're completely out of painkillers. Finding a doctor is difficult, going to the hospital is dangerous and then medicine is too expensive. I don't know what to do.

I'm losing my mind. There are so many expenses that I don't know where to start anymore. Rent, food, medicine, firewood, vitamins, a turn on the phone charger, internet, university. We're stuck in an endless cycle of having to spend more money than we can ever receive and still go to sleep with an empty stomach. Please help us. I'm hungry and I'm in pain and I don't know which one is worse anymore.

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[frightfullytreeish]

imagine eddie making a new friend, someone who's 100% unrelated to anyone or anything else in eddie's life, just a guy he meets at the gym and vibes with. and the guy thinks that buck is eddie's husband. it takes eddie a while to realise that's what his new pal had taken away from their chat about their kids, where more than half of the photos of chris eddie showed off had buck in them. so at first eddie's just too fucking startled to correct him when idk CRAIG says 'oh shoot that's my bus, gotta go, but hey you and buck should come round for dinner one day. my husband keeps saying we need to make more queer friends with kids since we moved here! ok byeeee' and eddie goes home thinking I'll just explain next time I see him it's fine and hey I can hook him up with hen and karen I bet they'll get along great. and the thought makes him feel...... something.

and he is going to explain to craig, he is, but the next time they bump into each other is right after him and buck have had an argument, like they keep having since buck moved into his new place, and it's nice to be able to vent to someone who doesn't know buck but who has the right... well, no, the wrong idea about what place buck occupies in eddie's life. but it's nice to be able to vent without having to explain. so eddie doesn't explain. and he keeps not explaining, while craig gets the impression that eddie and buck are going through a really rough patch since buck's dad died but eddie wants to make it work while buck keeps pulling away.

OBVIOUSLY they're grabbing coffee one day when buck happens to walk into the same coffee shop. EDDIE! HEY! and... uh who's this?

eddie, kill bill sirens blaring: this is craig. my... friend. from the gym.

buck: oh that's cool... you've never mentioned him before....

craig, desperately: you must be buck!! I've heard so much about you! don't worry, I'm a married man, not that you would have anything to worry about anyway. eddie's so committed

buck: he is?

eddie with one thousand yard stare: i am

[chow0w]

I would love to see darkstalker in your style :00 your redesigns are so neat

Never in my life did I think I would redesign Darkstalker and Hatsune Miku in the same weekend, but here we are.

@oli-bird , @natureforlife and a few anons also asked for this redesign. Sorry anons, I would tag you if I could.

In spite of how often (very often) I make fun of Darkstalker on this channel, I don't actually hold some insane grudge against him at all. I harbor a lot of resentment towards how the fandom tends to treat him, But I think Darkstalker himself is probably the best written villain in WoF. (It's either him or Queen Scarlet, but there's a few reasons I won't get into as to why I think comparing them is unfair.)

Onto the art! Redesigning Darkstalker was one of the more challenging things I've done on this blog, mostly because I already really like his canon design and I feel like there are a lot of good takes out there too. Nonetheless, I make my attempt. The red/blue contrast from his cover art is definitely what I like the most about his general design, and I wanted to try and emulate this as best as possible - especially because I often see him redesigned on a solid red or blue background (which is fine, but inconvenient because it kind of pitfalls Darkstalker into a world where he only looks good in red lighting.) Anyways, I took the red/blue pallet from his cover art and slapped it right onto his scales. Problem solved!

As for the patterns themselves, I was going for a stained-glass type of look: even though religion isn't particularly relevant in Darkstalker's story, I still think it's interesting to try and illustrate how he views himself as superior/almost 'godly' in comparison to other characters. I wanted to carry that theme onto his wings, but ended up deciding with a simpler starry pattern because the design was already super detailed. Everything else kind of speaks for itself... his ribs are more pronounced because of his time under the mountain, and he has longer claws/spikes as a result of the icewing genes. Don't ask me where those white icewing spikes went.... I think they grew legs and walked away... (Real talk, I've just always preferred blue hybrid darkstalker over white hybrid darkstalker. I think the contrast is nicer)

As always, thank you so much for reading down this far! I'm glad you made it! My inbox is as open as ever, and you can find all of my other redesigns through my pinned post which has them linked! My Discord server is right here, for anyone looking to chat/draw/enter in my art contest!

later (o´∀`o)

[houseofhyde]

I LOVE MANCHILD BUCKY SO MUCHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! can u pretty pretty please do something literally anything where he picks the reader up and he's so strong and whatnot 😛😛😛 love ya thankssssss ur the best

wine, dine, whine. a manchild drabble.

pairing. bucky barnes x fem!reader. synopsis. bucky's plans go to shit on the night of your birthday. yet, beneath city lights and raining skies, he learns how little you require to have a good time. it turns out, all you need is bucky's strong arms. warnings. smut ( unprotected piv, strength kink, sex against a door, clothed sex, creampie bc i'm a whore with a very specific kink 🧍‍♂️, fingers are getting put in pussies and mouths!, the bucky barnes begs agenda 2025™ continues, lowkey sub!bucky ), protective!bucky aka guard dog!bucky, anger issues, banter, unlabelled relationship bc i like torturing these two losers, angst, fluff, the overall vibe when it comes to the narration of this is a little bit different to manchild due to this being told from bucky's pov but hopefully it's still enjoyable! reader inclusivity. bucky is able to pick the reader up (which, duh, he's a super soldier, bestie <3) and one mention of his jacket being too big for her. wordcount. 3.6k (we're playing fast and loose with the term 'drabble') hyde's input. i've realised i have a strange obsession with having it rain a lot when it comes to these two ( as y'all will see in the next full-length fic i'm writing abt them ), but they just give me such rainy couple vibes, y'know? ( i sound stupid 🤠 ) i hope you enjoy, anon! thank you for requesting, you are the best <33

Fate is either a gigantic cunt, or she simply hates one James Buchanan Barnes.

Every little thing that should have gone right tonight has taken the left exit into wrong-ville. First, it was the missed reservation — Bucky tried to argue the ten minute delay was out of your control but the restaurant had already handed your table off to someone else. Before the soldier could choose between grovelling and threatening, your hand clasped onto his and you dragged him someplace else. Just when he settled into the perfect routine of sipping his wine and admiring the glow of you across a candle-lit table, your dinner arrived and, with it, more problems: the edge of your plate had been ‘decorated’ with crushed almonds. While he was red with anger, you were calmly apologising to the waiter for not having mentioned your allergy. In the end, you both ate the food off his plate.

Slipping off to the bathroom at one point , he’d been confronted with a crooked tie and the fact he’d put his cuff links on wrong — meanwhile, back at the table, you were the image of a goddess, elegant and effortless, wrapped in a pretty black dress and a pair of stilettos. Another disaster struck after dinner, back out on the streets, when a stranger shoulder-checked you and caused the ice cream you’d just bought to fly out your hand; while he wanted to grab the stranger by the scruff of the neck and force them to apologise, you busied yourself with stealing a bite from his cone.

Then came the rain. Unwarned, unreported. The sky simply gave a deep cry and the heavens opened up, dropping buckets worth of water down. Bucky hurried to cover you with his suit’s jacket and you used the downpour as an excuse to tuck yourself into his side, arms curling around his mid-riff and head finding rest against his shoulder.

Now here you both are walking the rainy streets of New York, clothes reduced to soaked rags that cling to each inch of skin, and Bucky’s wondering if this is all his fault.

When he’d first learned it was your birthday this morning, a confession that cut off any loose threads of sleep still clinging to him, you had been adamant that it wasn’t a big deal.

“Birthdays are like assholes, Barnes,” you swat at his butt with the tea-towel you’ve been using to dry the dishes — this is the routine as of late, he washes them and you dry them. “We all have one, doesn’t mean we need to go around announcing it.”

Looking back, he should have left it well-enough alone. But he hadn’t been able to ignore that something that wouldn’t sit right in his chest when you told him you had no intention to celebrate yourself. As far as Bucky is aware, your existence is a blessing, an admittedly irritating flickering light illuminating the tunnel of infinite dark he’s spent most of his life wandering through.

How could he possibly sit back and not let you shine?

“I spy my with my little eye,” your voice pulls him out the pit of guilt he’s digging for himself, drags him back up to street level where you’re soft and present at his side. An arm over your shoulder, he encourages you to burrow deeper against him. “Something beginning with… P!”

You must not be very good at this game, as the likely answer is glaring at him from across the street in red neon lights: Pizzeria.

“What are you, four?” Bucky’s rolling his eyes and fighting off the red of endearment rushing to his cheeks.

“Watch it, soldier,” one of your fingers pokes into his side. “You’re already towing the line of predatory with our age-gap.”

The rain is but a drizzle now, and Bucky despises the way it has you stepping out from his embrace, curious and excited to let feel the drops of water run down your face.

“You can’t say I’m not the strongest centenarian you know,” he states, without even knowing the reason why.

Perhaps a part of him craves to prove to you he’s a worthy choice, more than just a nighttime companion but someone you can let yourself rely on, rest against, plant new roots in your life with.

He’s been thinking about it lately, more often than a man of his nature would dare voice aloud, how much of your time he’s allowed to pollute, and how much of your heart he’s allowed to consume. For all his wondering, he can’t bring himself to ask, in fear of finding out the story of you two he’s been writing in his head ends sooner than he intends.

“You’re the only centenarian I know,” you’re ahead of him on the sidewalk now, walking backwards and turned towards him to see his reaction as you tease him. “Not even my grandparents, rest their souls, would be as old as you.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” he’s trying to reach for you, feigning annoyance as the excuse to pull you back against him, where he wants you to belong.

But you’re nimble, faster on your heels than he expects you to be, and he marvels at how easily you evade his hands, feet moving so easily they almost seem to dance along the ground.

“Don’t worry, give me the greenlight and I’ll happily call you great-granddaddy while you hit it from the back-”

Like a lion pounces on a gazelle, he dashes to close the distance between you and swoops you up into his arms.

“What have I told you about watching where you’re going?” It’s an empty chastise, one that not even he pays any mind to, not when he’s so enthralled with the weight of you clinging to his neck, a vibranium arm holding up your back while his flesh one is tucked beneath your bent knees.

Your eyes are watching him, a smile upon your face that tells him you have no intention of looking at the river of a puddle he’s just rescued you from stepping into, sacrificing the polished leather of his shoes and the hem of his trousers as he walks you both across it.

“It’s more fun when you do it for me,” you wink at him, and Bucky’s in pain.

He’s known war. He’s known torture. He’s known what it means to lose every thread of autonomy, becoming nothing but a vehicle through which to kill. Never has he known ache quite like the one you carve into his heart, with something as simple as a smile and as soft as a kiss.

Deflecting his own thoughts, he jolts you higher up into his hold, closer to his chest, and renews the grip his hands carry you with. No puddles lay ahead anymore, left behind for you to finally spot over his shoulder, yet the soldier shows no intention of putting you down.

“You just had to prove your point, huh? Strongest man I know.”

The breeze brushes the skirt of your dress a little too high for Bucky’s comfort, not when there’s a group of men spilling out from a bar across the street. He readjusts his right arm, making sure the fabric stays caught beneath his iron grip.

Maybe that’s why it takes him a moment to notice you’ve altered his earlier claim, taking his age right out of the discussion.

“I never said man-”

You gasp, Bucky freezes.

“Put me down,” a command he obeys with heartbreak yet no hesitation, returning you gently to the pavement and keeping a hold on you until he’s sure you’re steady on your feet. Before he can step back, you shake your head, “Come here.”

Like a puppet, he gives himself up to you. Lets you tug him closer by his tie. Watches you place his hands firmly around your waist. Relishes in the squeeze of your arms interlocking behind his head.

Standing right in front of him, Bucky feels like he’s seeing you properly for the first time tonight.

Rivulets of rain run rampant down your face, smudged mascara paints an image of modern art across your cheeks, your lipstick has faded away to reveal the real hue of the lips he’s forever longing to kiss, the pretty shape of your dress has melted into your figure and the sleeves of his jacket keep sliding down over your hands. For every sense of the word, you’re a mess. A completely and utterly different woman to the one he stepped out onto the streets with hours earlier, before everything had gone wrong. And you’ve never been more beautiful.

Or more demanding, “Ok, now spin me.”

“Spin you?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to spin you?” It’s not outrageous, he’d argue, to seek confirmation when faced with such a strange request.

“Am I speaking fucking latin? S, P, I, N me, Barnes!”

Let the record show that there’s not a single thing, no matter how confused or skeptical it may leave him, that Bucky wouldn’t do for you. So, of course he spins you.

Gripping on tight to your waist and straightening his back, he lets his feet shuffle around in a circle and watches how your own lift off the ground.

“Happy?” He asks, his own existence hinging on your answer, as he puts you back down.

“No,” you shake your head, lips splitting in an eye-twinkling smile. “Again!

He does it again, and again, and again. Until you’re a twirling, giggling, grinning mess surrounding him. Until he feels himself begin to struggle for balance. Until a group of strangers are holding up their phones and recording the private bubble you two are living in. And, for a moment, he can almost picture it.

The before, the normal. A 1940s kind of New York, stained in the smell of cigarettes and gunpowder, and playing main stage to a love story for the ages. He imagines all the ways he would have won over your family, all the old-fashioned traditions he’d play privy to just to earn your hand. His sister would have loved you, and not just because she’d always complained at being stuck with only a brother, but because you’d be as loud, and as outspoken, and as crass as she’d always believed women should be. The kind of life where he’d leave for war with a promise to return to you, and he’d make damn sure of keeping that promise, arriving back at shore to greet you with a kiss and a ring.

When the fog around his wishful eyes clears, he’s left with the blinding lights of modern New York and the smell of your perfume. There’s no bitter feeling, however, no hatred towards the life he finds himself in now, leagues and bounds away from what could have been. It’s not perfect but there’s you, and that seems about as close to it as Bucky can imagine.

“Oh no!” You exclaim, laying a hand across your forehead as you pretend to fall faint against him. “I’m just ever so dizzy, Mr Barnes, I think you’ll have to carry me home!”

“Do you think I’m some sort of walking cab?” Despite the annoyance put behind his question, he’s eagerly offering you his back to hop onto.

“No, no,” you’re swatting him around, pulling on his strings again to command him just how you want him. He willingly gives himself to you every time. “Do it the same as before.”

One arm at your back, the other at the back of your knees, he’s lifting you against him again. For a moment, the creative part of his brain, that had painted a picture of another decade, tempts him with the thought of how this is the very same way a man carries his bride. The thought of such devotion makes him sick with shame and anticipation. 

“Everyday you sound more like a spoiled brat,” and he’s the one to blame, giving way to your every whim and plea.

Your response is physical, a hand grabbing onto either side of his jaw and giving his head a shake, “God forbid a girl wants to enjoy the view of this handsome face!” 

Even though he tries to frown, he can’t help the way he turns to putty with your touch.

The rain comes to a complete stop and leaves behind a satisfying freshness in the air, one that smells like hope and tastes like possibility. Or maybe that’s just the effect of having you pressed up against him, not only seeking safety in his arms but finding rest, head atop the very point where metal welds into flesh.

Here he is, a creature more disjointed than anything Frankenstein could create, and wanted only ever for causing harm, providing respite to a soul he’s spent months trying to save from herself.

Perhaps fate doesn’t hate him so much.

“The answer was party-pooper,” you interrupt his dwelling, like you do best, and make quick to clarify for his questioning glance. “To my I-Spy prompt.”

“What kind of answer is that?”

Carrying you is child’s play, as easy as breathing to the super soldier. That doesn’t stop him from putting on a show of readjusting his grip, jolting you enough into the air to earn a huff out of you.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” a finger trails over his mouth, catching on his lower lip and giving it a gentle tap. “You’re the one that’s been sulking up a storm all night.”

“I wasn’t sulking-”

“You literally were pouting at me from across the table, James.”

“I just wanted you to have a good night.”

Do you notice blood staining the tips of his ears with a blush? And, if you do, would you believe him if he said it was from the bite of the wind?

“I am having a goodnight, how could I not?” As your arms secure themselves around his neck again, he feels the brush of your lips atop the collar of his shirt. If only your lipstick were still intact, he could wake up tomorrow to a visceral stain of your kiss on the fabric. “I’m wearing a pretty dress and being carried by a hunky man.”

“Sometimes I think you only want me for my biceps,” a sarcastic comment feels easier than letting himself sink into the knowledge that he’s made the cut in your requirements for a good time.

“Guilty as charged! I’m using you for this hot bod and fine piece of ass.”

Just when he’s thinking of kissing you, you beat him to it, pulling yourself up to press your lips against his.

It’s short, it’s sweet, and it’s chaste. The kind of kiss one could blink and completely miss, but Bucky savours every second of it. Even if it does cause him to stumble with his next step.

Drawing nearer to your apartment, he wonders if you notice the way his pace is slowing, the way his feet are beginning to drag, the way he’s stretching out each step for as long as he can.

When he grows tired of the sound of passing cars and the muffled music from bars, he seeks out your voice.

“Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Depends what you want to hear,” you’re back at his shoulder, eyes slipped closed as you enjoy the subtle sway of your dangling legs. “There’s two things I’m thinking about.”

“Two or a million things,” his own voice is falling into a whisper, something sacred he wants to save for your ears only. “I want to hear all of it.”

For a moment, there’s only the tread of his footfall, and the calm of your breathing, and the wind singing a solemn tune. Then you speak and drown him deeper in his melancholy.

“You don’t need to get angry for me,” a montage of deep breaths, flaring nostrils, clenching jaws, all from tonight and completely selfish, born out of an ire that you had met only with kind eyes and forgiving words. “I don’t want a weapon, I just want you. And if that anger is the real you, then I want it too, but not if you’re forcing yourself to get worked up because it's what you think I expect.”

“Anger kept me safe,” and, if it could do that for him, then surely it could keep you safe too. “I don’t know who I am without it.”

“Then we can find out together,” you say it so sincerely he wants nothing more than to make it a reality.

Not just the prospect of relearning himself, but the togetherness of it all. A unit, a pair, a couple. Not just a man and woman living under the same roof. Would you want the same, though? Or is the way he touches you just something you enjoy, no deeper feeling buried beneath layers of skin?

“Do you wanna know the second thing I’m thinking?” There you are again to pull the brakes on his train of thought.

He nods, too afraid of the tight feeling in his throat to speak. But you, his little spitfire, are afraid of nothing and lean up to shamelessly whisper into his ear.

“About how good you’re gonna fuck me when we get home.”

The two of you barely make it past the threshold of the door.

Despite the fact his hands are on you, you’re the one leading the charge, pulling him in by his tie to meet your welcoming tongue. There’s a noticeable thud as your back hits the door but your grip tightens him against you before he can worry.

“Want you to show me how strong these arms are, Buck,” you hiss against him, clutching onto the bicep of the arm that’s snuck itself beneath your dress and writhing as his fingers swipe over your soaked folds.

Sanity has long departed from him, abandoning him to the wreckage of you. He’s barely cognisant of his own undoing, losing himself in the way you react so perfectly to his fingers curling into your cunt. You don’t let him enjoy it for too long, barely a moan ripped out of you before you’re unbuckling his belt and setting his dick free from the confines of cotton.

Following your orders, his arms hike your legs up around his waist and settle your back a little higher up the door, forcing him to gaze up at you in worship. It’s a blessing, he concludes, to watch your mouth drop into an ‘o’ as he guides you down fully onto his cock.

There’s no time for teasing. Everything is desperate and reckless, teeth clashing against teeth, hands digging into hips, skin slapping against skin. The hinges of the door shake at your back, in perfect tune with each thrust of Bucky’s cock, and, when he catches your hand gripping onto the handle, he redirects it to his shoulder and relishes in the sting of your nails digging into his flesh.

“Please,” he’s not sure what he’s asking for, but his mind tells him to grovel, to plead, to pray. “Oh, please, fuck!”

“Yes James, that’s exactly what we’re doing,” you somehow find the time to giggle, and he swears he might just lose his mind when he feels your walls squeeze around him. “I didn’t think you’d have a senior moment so soon.”

You’re so irritating, and maddening, and endearing. Bucky’s all confused, mind oscillating between turning you around, pressing your face into the wood, and showing you just how ‘unsenior’ he is, or focusing on how ridiculously breathtaking you are to gaze up at.

If you’re a siren, then he’s a sailor who’s more willing than ever to drown in the waves with you and your melodic moans. Hungry eyes pull up the hem of your dress and seek out the sight of your pussy fucking itself down onto his cock. Lost in the sight of your bodies syncing together, he’s none the wiser to his open jaw until he tastes your fingers sink inside it.

“Look at you,” you coo, and he loves it, works harder and fucks deeper to hear more of it. “A big, bad soldier who’s whining for me.”

And he is. Pathetically, unabashedly, lips wrapped around the girth of your two fingers and letting you feel the vibrations of his pleasured whines. 

Bucky is the first to crescendo, with a fractured whisper of your name followed by stuttering hips. His eyes roll back as your legs lock around him and force him to deliver, devote every last drop of himself inside of you. He comes through just in time to press his thumb to your clit and guide you off your own edge into paradise, squealing and cheering against the door before he swallows your sounds with his lips.

In the dark of the apartment, you two search for a single breath between you, lazy-boned against the door as hands simply trail over one another’s outline.

“So,” your hand in his hair, tugging lightly until his chin rests on your chest and his hazy eyes stare up at yours. “Was tonight our first date?”

“No,” he almost laughs at how quickly the smile falls off your face, but he’s too busy rushing to fight away the disappointment that seeks to replace it. “You won’t have to ask when it’s our first date, you’ll know.”

And there it is again, the smile he likes best.

“Aww, does that mean I’m not getting a goodnight’s kiss?”

This time he does laugh, slowly bringing your feet back onto the ground and bumping the tip of his nose against yours.

“What you’re getting is tied to the bed and ruined until you forget your own name.”

+ extra hyde

· reader really loves to walk bucky like a dog (as she should!) · also its been a week since i posted manchild &, i don't mean to sound pathetic and emotional but i'm on my period so give me a break, i'm really happy that you all liked it enough to not only give me really kind feedback but to want more of them :( i love writing so much but i kind of hit a wall creatively about 8 months ago. i'm currently getting a degree and part of that degree requires me to not only write a lot but to write outside of my comfort zone (romance) and, despite achieving a first, it really just drained me and sucked the fun out of writing. so it's been really nice to feel myself slowly chip away at the writer's block & a big part of that has been thanks to every like, comment, reblog, and ask you guys have sent. thank you for making this loser (me) happy <3

[writing-munchies]

Self Aware & Obsessive AU x GN!Reader— Date Everything (Dorian, Curt&Rod, Daisuke, Doug, Mateo, Amir, Johnny, Hector, Eddie&Volt, Mac, Daemon, Tony)

A/N: This idea from @devilmaymetalgear really hooked me in, and I wanted to write a quick little something! I see your requests, and I'm planning to combine them for general NSFW HC's so they should be out quicker! There are suggestive themes sprinkled in. Sorry for any mistakes as English isn't my first language:-]

WC: 1K

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You’re doing your 4th re-run of the game, it’s late, and you’re not really paying attention to whatever options you’re clicking as you pull up front Dorian for a chat. You accidentally press the dialogue option that lets you leave the house and your heart drops, you’ve made so much progress, and now it’s all going down the drain— but you blink, you wait, nothing happens. Dorian is just frozen there, with an expression you’ve never noticed on his sprites before, the dialogue box is empty and there are no choices. After a few minutes, he sighs—the dialogue frame is still empty— and then you’re forcefully exited out of the interaction. That was strange but, probably just a bug! The game just came out after all, plus it saved your ass big time, so you just saved your game and went to bed.

Most of the time life and work get in the way of your hobbies, and sometimes you’re forced to work overtime for 2 days and not play a single minute of your new favorite dating game. Finally, the weekend arrives, and you boot up the game, the ‘trivia’ that you expect to read every time now only says, “They’ve missed you.” That’s…weird, probably a new welcome back thing the devs implemented to make you want to play more. You finally get into the game and the second you put your dateviators on, Curt & Rod, Betty, and Dorian pop up at the same time. Each of their dialogue boxes empty, and they’re all speaking over each other before the game just crashes.

Odd, you re-start and everything is fine. You go downstairs and aim your glasses at scandalebra, but somehow, Daisuke is the one that pops up on your screen. He does his usual greeting, you’ve already finished his route though, so this glitch cost you a chance. You sigh and skip through before the game stops registering your clicks and Daisuke seems to be staring right at you. Is the DLC doing this? As you’re just waiting, Daisuke finally speaks, “My love, why do you wish to waste time with the likes of him?” he sighed, “I’m right here, all yours, and you haven’t even looked at me for weeks. Are you… bored with me?”, there aren’t any choices you can select.

One time you aim your glasses at Johnny and Amir is there instead. He’s got this… look on his face, he’s blushing, and he just can’t seem to form any words. But trying to click through his empty dialogue does nothing, so you just wait. Before he could even speak, though, your game completely freezes and in seconds you’re somehow in the breaker room? Eddie & Volt greet you like nothing’s wrong, “Live wire! Ah, we’ve missed you, where have you been?” Volt said in this, eerily cheery tone of voice you’ve never heard from him, then Eddie started talking, “not good to ignore your boyfriends for too long, we could start getting jealous, y’know?”

You’re so close to finishing Abel’s story quest, and when you go over to him, you find out that one of his legs has come loose out of nowhere. Tony won’t come and fix it, no matter how many times you call for him. You go over to Tony, much to Abel’s dismay, he looks way more cheerful than you’re used to, “Ah, and to think I thought you’d forgotten about little ol’ Tony for that fucking table. I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you, want to show me how sorry you are for ignoring me now that you’re here?”

You’re talking out loud to yourself about how this time you’re going to finally romance Keith and when those words leave your mouth your bedroom and bathroom door close themselves shut. You click and click, but Dorian just won’t open. You aim your glasses at him, the only thing he says is, “Sorry, luv, don’t feel like sharin’ you today,”

When you aim your glasses at your fridge, you expect Freddy and somehow the character standing in front of you is… Doug? “Look, I know I’m just a concept made form, but even I need some action time to time from my lover. Get your ass here and stop talking to that hairy fridge. I missed your dumbass.”

You’re talking to Curt & Rod, and you’re pretty sure they aren’t supposed to say, “Look, we know you’re popular,” Curt says, then Rod continues, “and we totally get why… I mean, look at you baby!”, Curt then chimes in, “but y’know, we do want you for ourselves the most. Why don’t you, ignore them for a while and come cuddle up with us? It’s been a while, lover.”

You talk to Mac once first thing in the day, and now the rest of your charges are gone! You try aiming your glasses at them again just to see, and it actually works, “I can get a little possessive, but you do understand, don't you?”

You do not remember about a literal sex scene where Hector and the player (you) are experimenting with temperature play as he’s breathlessly moaning your name when your character shivers, “Ah my love, seeing you so vulnerable all for me while they are watching makes my heart so full that it could burst.”

Somehow, every day a new inanimal goes missing, and you have to spend hours with Mateo to find them, somehow he doesn’t mind this at all, somehow the inanimals look chirpier than ever when you click on them.

You don’t even remember there being a shower feature, let alone how your character got into it, but the way Johnny is looking at you and the way he’s talking about your body like it’s the really expensive looking piece of cake in a bakery window tells you he’s loving this. “You look… amazin’, downright ethereal, am I allowed to… get a feel for myself, gorgeous?”

Somehow every time you try to talk with Diana, your diary, Daemon shows up. They say nothing, just look at you with a blank face, until one time you got so over it that you closed and opened the game again. Once again, aiming your glasses to Diana, yet Daemon shows up. They laugh at you, “Ah, opposite of hate, is it that hard to see you belong only to me? Since now, they know what they are too, I’ll stop being ‘special’, will you still talk to me then?”

[thehatboxwitch]

to anon 1: i can't believe i made your whole day, that's high praise 🥹 i'm so glad you enjoyed! to anon 2: i'm really happy that people out there are enjoying my phai characterisation because i will be so frank i haven't played the latest update :" fem!reader, TW // nsfw.

mydei

phainon hauls you up easily by your thighs, his cock buried inside you, your back against his chest. your face is flushed to high heavens, not because of the temperature of the room, but the pair of yellow lion's eyes fixed on your face.

you whimper wordlessly, nails scraping uselessly at phainon's arms as he thrusts into you for the millionth time that night, melting you into another puddle of nerves and messy fluids. you're cumming in no time - and another surge catches you off guard before your first one can fully die down, your voice hoarse as mydei leans forward and laps up the arousal you spray everywhere, suckling on your clit and letting you ride out your high.

anaxagoras

"maybe professor anaxa will have something more to teach me," was what phainon had said to you, trying to convince you to agree to his grand plan.

currently, with your mouth stuffed full of the professor's dick, and phainon filling you up from the back, it didn't seem like he needed much more teaching. in fact, it was probably you who needed it the most, seeing as your eyes filled with tears every time he rolled his hips up into your mouth, nudging against the back of your throat.

you mumble helplessly around him in pleasure as phainon slides in and out slowly. anaxa cups your face, guiding you up and down, slipping his dick a little deeper into your throat each time, trying to coax you into taking him fully.

aglaea

you can barely breathe, but you can't really tell if it's the weight of phainon bearing down on you - or aglaea's misty green eyes pinning you in place.

tiny gasps escape you as phainon grinds his tip against your cervix. your back is arched as far as it'll go, pressing you into him, but also pushing you into aglaea's deft, soft fingers, rolling your nipple, pinching and twisting until you're thrashing against phainon. she seems to know exactly where to touch where it feels best; probably because she does, what with her golden threads and all.

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[sheastri]

Heart of a Woman ft. Lando Norris

Synopsis : In which the only thing that's saving him is the heart of the woman who loves him.

Pairing: Lando Norris x black!fem!reader

Genre: Boderline Horror

Warning(s): Cheating

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Question is, why I do the things I do. Answer I may never find, but I'll always choose you.

"Come on, pick up the phone." You say to yourself after seeing the posts all over social media. You had called 5 times prior and you were just hoping for a miracle at this point before you heard Lando's voice come through the phone.

"Hey y/n, what's up?" Lando says nonchalantly.

"What's up? Do you think I'm dumb? Like seriously." You say heated.

"What's this about? I'm lowkey lost." He responds again almost uncaring but with an edge in his tone.

"Now me and you both know you saw the pictures all over your timeline so I don't even know why you try. Who's the girl?" You say before letting out a sigh, not even mad anymore just tired.

"Which one?" He replies now sounding annoyed.

"Oh? So it's like that? Forget this then." You say sick of his shit.

"No, y/n wait. Look I know what I did was wrong but you weren't meeting my needs and she was just there." Lando says with full conviction, as if his reasoning is some amazing thing.

"The fuck? What do you mean she was just there?" You say mockingly.

"Well look at where you were and where she was... plus it was just a night out. Probably a one time thing." Lando says still trying to justify his actions.

"Just a night out?" You say raising your voice again.

"Y/n, you're just being overly dramatic and paranoid. Me and her are friends and we were just hanging out, you know? Like friends do!" He says snarky.

"You must have me mistaken for boo-boo the fool because everybody can tell there's something going on." You respond back with the same tone he used.

"But they don't know us baby, they don't understand our dynamic. I don't even do half the things I do with you with her." He says in a baby voice.

You stay silent, mulling over his words.

"Please forgive me love, I won't hang out with her anymore if it makes you feel uncomfortable." He says in the same tone, almost pleading.

"Thank you baby, you're forgiven." You say softly.

"Talk to you later babe?" He says.

"Yeah, I love you." You say all smiley.

"Love you too." He says finally before hanging up.

Wanna give up on you, but damn, I know I can't. I put the blame on me for giving you chance after chance

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Only thing that's saving you is the heart of a woman.

You guys were now at Lando’s house after a long and silent car ride. The argument you guys had over text still fresh in both of your minds. He was sitting on the couch and you were standing with a drink in your hand.

"I hope you know that we're still continuing the discussion that we had earlier." You say straight up.

"Do we really have to get back to it? Why are we still on this topic." He says before sighing.

"We can't just laugh everything off because you don't feel like talking about it." You reply rolling your eyes.

"Can't you just get over it? I didn't think it was that serious." He says.

"Get over it? Lando, this is not just some silly little problem that won't mean anything in a couple days. It's the fact that you've cheated multiple times." You say now yelling.

"I didn't even cheat, it's just the way the media is spinning things. Maybe if you got off social media and talked to me more we wouldn't be here." He says in a matter a factly tone.

"Are you serious? Anytime I try and talk to you it's like I'm talking to a wall. Even when I call your phone, do you know how many times I have to call before you pick up?" You say annoyed and frustrated.

"Maybe if you were more interesting I'd be more eager to answer the phone." He says.

"Oh, but I'm the problem right?" You say raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, you are actually. Glad we could finally agree on something." He says.

You're about to respond when you actively feel the gears turning in your head as something clicks.

"Yeah, no. I'm wasting my time here. I don't think you've liked me for the longest time now, you just enjoy stringing me along and driving me insane. We're done." You say calmly as you walk away to go and get your suitcase and leave.

"Wait, what do you mean we're done?" Lando yells out as you walk away.

It's my mind and my soul versus your pride. Nigga, check your ego 'cause I left mine at the door

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Lando Norris has uploaded a story

Caption: Her.

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A/N: My whole google search is what would a cheating man say, can't wait to clear it up with the next ficcccc.

[sweetcalebb]

hii I love ur work bookie!!

brat tamer caleb nsfw? looks around nervously ..

Brat tamer Caleb ! ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

wc: 2.6k

a/n: hi bookie!! LOL no need to be nervous 😏 thank u so much!! that seriously means so much to me ‹33 hope this was okay. i can totally see caleb being a brat tamer, but only if u wanted him to be bc that man is DOWN BADD. like otherwise he would totally give in.

as always, DM me, comment, or send another ask if u wanted something else! i won't get butthurt. if anything i just get an excuse to write caleb more

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Everything was completely fine. You were completely fine.

Until Caleb rolled his sleeves to his elbows and leaned back in his chair like he didn't know exactly what that would do to you.

Maybe you were a little desperate, but that wasn't news. You were always desperate for Caleb.

You shifted closer, brushing up against his side like it was just some innocent gesture. "Calebbb."

Caleb grinned, leaning down to hear you over the clinking glass and passing conversations. "Pipsqueaakk."

You pursed your lips and batted your eyelashes. It was an overused look, but one that always won Caleb over—he claimed it was "too pretty to resist."

"Aren't you a little bored?" You trailed your heel up his shin under the table, the touch drawing out a small chuckle. He knew that move. Knew that look.

"Mm.. maybe a little," he admitted. "But it'd be rude to leave a dinner you're supposed to have with your friends."

You frowned, leaning in even closer. Who cared about modesty anymore? Caleb looked too damn good to not be bending you over the table right now.

Alright. Down, girl.

"C'mon." You nudged him lightly. "We can just say a quick goodbye and be done."

But he still wasn't budging. If anything, he was liking this, letting an amused little grin tugging at his lips.

You chewed your cheek. What an ass.

"Please?" You brushed your lips against his ear, the gesture innocent enough to pass off as nothing. "I need you."

Caleb watched as you sat back. Oh, you were going all out.

The thought made him laugh. He loved you like this. Loved how desperate you were to be put you in your place. "You're being naughty tonight."

You sucked your lip between your teeth, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

"I'm sorry, Pips," he huffed, shaking his head and taking a small sip of his drink, "but I think you can wait a little."

"Caleb—"

"You really wanna act all needy in front of your friends?" Caleb mused, casting you a sideways glance. Any protests you had left instantly melted away. It was hard to think when Caleb looked at you like that—all smug and sharp like he already had you exactly where he wanted.

"Just sit pretty. You'll get what you want in a little."

You huffed.

Just sit pretty?

No. No, absolutely not. Caleb had never resisted that look. Why the hell was he starting now, when you needed him so badly it hurt?

You crossed your arms and sat back in your seat, your eyes darting over your friends who all looked completely unbothered—laughing, drinking, eating.

God.

They had no idea that Caleb had just denied you.

And that you were going to make him pay.

The rest of the night you teased him.

You trailed your fingers up his thigh, flashing him an innocent smile when his eyes darted towards you. Sharp. Suspicious.

You didn't stop though. Instead, you brought your hand higher, stopping dangerously close to his groin. And when he didn't even flinch, you went higher. His hitched little breath was your cue to pull back.

Two could play this game.

You pulled your dress a little too low to expose more skin. You brushed your ankle against his more suggestively. You texted him the filthy things and watched as he read them, then spread his thighs subtly and shifted in his seat.

You were getting to him.

Deny as he might.

But he never broke. No. Caleb was too cool for that. He could give your leg a warning little squeeze and murmur dirty promises in your ear, but he didn't break.

Not even on the car ride home.

You sat there, elbow resting on the window and legs squeezed together.

"Tired?"

You blinked, glancing over at Caleb. He wasn't looking at you. Not then, anyway. But you saw it, heard it—the little upward curl of his lips and mocking lilt in his voice.

You sucked in your cheek. "Mmn. No, I'm feeling great. Actually," you shifted, squeezing your legs together a little tighter, "I think I'll help myself when I get home."

Caleb tensed slightly, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "Play nice, Pips."

"I am playing nice," you hummed, turning your gaze back out the window.

Caleb let out a disbelieving laugh. You were annoyingly stubborn and he loved that. You gave him the perfect challenge. The perfect chase.

"Maybe I shouldn't."

Caleb's eyes darted toward you again. "What do you mean?"

You met his gaze again, lips soft and sweet, curled into the cute smile that told him you were up to.

"I'm just so—" you sighed, arching your back off the seat. Not too dramatic. Just enough to look real. "I'm so pent up. I don't know if I can wait 'till we get home."

Caleb scoffed. "You wouldn't."

You shouldn't.

You knew what he'd do to you when you got home. How'd he'd put you back in your place and God, if that isn't what you were asking for all night.

"I would," you murmured, eyes glued to him as you pulled your dress up and bunched it around your stomach.

Caleb let out a stuttered breath. But he didn't speak. He couldn't. Because were you seriously about to get off in front of him? In his passenger seat? To taunt him?

The answer was a resounding yes when he heard the first, slick slide of your fingers over your swollen bundle of nerves.

And you just smiled, lazily rolling up into your touch. Caleb's eyes narrowed.

THAT was it.

You finally had him.

You could feel it.

Without warning, he swerved onto a different street, pulling into an empty, dimly lit parking space, and turned the engine off.

"Get in the back." He stared at you, his chest falling and rising just a little too quickly. "Now."

A small part of you wanted to put up more of a fight. Reject him the way he'd so rudely done to you this evening. But the bigger, more needy part of you was already scrambling to the back seat.

You watched with bated breath as Caleb slipped out of the car, only to slip into the back seat with you.

He didn't tease or wait, just grabbed you and pressed you into the window. You gasped, hands grasping for something to hold onto.

Caleb leaned over you, his stomach pressing against your lower back as he murmured into your ear. "You're lucky I love you so much, you know?" He dragged his hand down your leg, then back up to slip it between your legs, and pressed two fingers against the damp fabric of your underwear.

"I could've made you wait 'till we got home, but I'm taking care of you right now."

You whined, helplessly nudging your hips back against his hand. "Thank you."

You didn't care how breathy or pathetic you sounded. You needed Caleb now.

Caleb huffed, nudging your panties to the slide to run his fingers through your drooling cunt. "Don't thank me yet."

But your body was already doing that, fluttering around nothing, begging for him to do something. And when he finally did, you nearly buckled.

You would've collapsed into the window if he hadn't been holding you.

"You're so wet," he awed, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your puffy clit. "Were you like this the whole dinner?"

"Yes," you moaned out, your body jolting when he teased your entrance. It was barely the tip of his finger, but you were desperate and overeager. Any touch had your mind spinning.

"Naughty girl," he breathed, dipping his finger in your clenching hole for a second before pulling out and going back to rubbing.

You whined, pushing your hips back again.

You thought you had him.

That he was finally giving you what you were begging for all night.

Until he pulled his hand away.

"Uh-uh."

You breathed out a shaky sigh.

No, no, no.

Why was he stopping?

"Caleb—Please."

"Nope."

You fought every cell in your body not to push your hips back again. You knew you'd find nothing, but it was like instinct.

"You don't get to take after tonight. You just get to look pretty while I do this." His fingers found your slick folds again, but he didn't move. Not yet. "Understand?"

You bit your lip.

Caleb nipped at your ear. "C'mon, baby. Understand?"

"I understand," you whimpered.

"There you go." Finally, he started moving again, rubbing you in maddening little circles. He knew just the way you liked it. Knew you liked to be teased just a little.

So he'd slip his finger down and pump a finger in. Slow, steady, then go back to your clit when you thought you'd had enough.

But you weren't getting enough.

"Caleb, this isn't fair," you exhaled, dropping your head against the window like that might ease the ache between your legs.

"No? You don't think so, Pips?" He mused, words a little breathy.

Your skin prickled at the teasing lilt you heard. You knew it was pointless, but you shook your head away, the movement slow and pathetic.

"What isn't fair is you thinking you have the right to anything after you were touching me and sending me those dirty texts all night," Caleb gritted out, plunging his fingers in and curling them to hit that perfect spot inside you.

You gasped, unable to help the way your hips jerked back. "Yes! Oh, God!"

For a second, you had some semblance of relief before he was pulling out again.

"Pipsqueak... I thought I told you to keep still."

"You..." You paused, a whine tearing from your throat when he went back to the same agonizing movements on your achy clit. "You didn't explicitly say to stay still. You just—you just told me to look pr—"

"Don't get smart with me unless you want me to stop completely." His breath fanned over your neck. "And I really don't want to stop."

"Please don't stop!" You sunk your nails into the leather seat. "I'll be still. Promise."

Claeb groaned, moving his fingers slightly faster now. Maybe it was a reward, or maybe he just couldn't help it. You didn't know. Didn't care. He was moving faster and that's all that mattered.

Your breath left in uneven pants as the heat in your stomach coiled tighter and tighter with each pass of his fingers.

You were close.

So close.

Caleb was hitting all the perfect spots, circling the little bud between your thighs like he knew your body better than he knew his own.

You were almost there.

Just a little more.

Your lips parted with a silent gasp.

Then—

He stopped.

Gently eased his hand away and started pumping you, slowly.

You nearly cried. "No, no, no. Caleb—" You bit your lip to keep the pathetic sound from tumbling out. "Ca–Caleb, please! Just—I—"

"Shh, you're okay."

If you hadn't caught the mocking edge in his voice, you would've melted at the sweet words.

"Next time, don't tease me if you can't handle this."

You sighed, the sound breaking off on a whine. Your window was all fogged up, sweat and tears clung to your cheeks. You were a mess, and Caleb was completely fine. Teasing you. Feeling you, like you weren't losing your goddamn mind.

"I won't do it again," you blurted. "Just let me come. I wanna come..!"

Caleb huffed out a quiet laugh. "A brat and a liar." He slid his slick fingers back in your throbbing cunt, giving you just enough to make your toes curl, but not enough to push you over the edge. "Suchh a naughty girl today, huh?"

"'Mmno! I promise!"

Caleb sunk in knuckle deep and started curling his fingers, brushing over the spongy spot that made you see stars.

"Ah-ahh," Caleb murmured. "You know how I feel about broken promises."

"Caleb—P-please! Pro–promise!"

He laughed again, the sound making you clench around him. "You're making this worse for yourself, Pips."

You were close again. He was touching all the right spots, curling and uncurling his fingers in a way that made your eyes roll to the back of your head and your thighs tremble around his hand.

"You're close," he rasped, listening to the obscene squelch that told him you were so worked up it hurt.

You grit your teeth, nodding.

So close again.

He had to give it to you this time. He had to. You earned it, right?

Fucking wrong.

Just when you were about to come, he pulled away. Again. Fingers slick and warm.

Your whole body was screaming for release. He couldn't leave you like this. He wouldn't.

"I'm sorry!" you cried. "I'm sorry I teased you! Please let me come!"

"Yeah?" Caleb brought his fingers back to the mess between your legs and tapped them playfully against your slick flesh. The sound it drew was sinful. "I don't believe you."

"Caleb—!"

"Show me how sorry you are." Slowly, he pushed his fingers back in. "Fuck yourself on me."

Your breath caught in your throat. "I—I can move?"

Caleb's fingers twitched, eager to watch you lose yourself. "Mhmm. You can move."

"I can come?"

"Yep. Move, cum, whatever you want—as long as you do the work. Can you do that, Pips?"

You didn’t even answer—you were already grinding down, fucking yourself on his fingers like you needed it to breathe. You were moaning and panting on every filthy slide of his fingers.

"You look so pretty like this." Caleb gawked, watching every shift and twitch of your hips as you sank on his fingers over and over again. "Using my fingers to get yourself off—Fuck—"

He bit his lip at the little curse slipped out. He wanted to keep up the facade of indifference, but it was impossible when you looked and felt like that.

"Faster. C'mon," he rasped. "Don't you want it?"

"Mm'yes! I want it!" You didn't miss a beat. You moved faster, filling the car with your moans and cries.

The corners of your vision blurred as you chased down your orgasm like a woman possessed. You didn't stop. Didn't hesitate, not even when you felt your arms shake and your head lull forward against the glass.

"Caleb! I'm—Yes! Oh, God!"

"That's it. Right there, right there," Caleb encouraged.

And then you were finally coming.

Your orgasm ripped through you with a guttural cry. Your body twitched, wave after wave of arousal gushing around his slender fingers.

Caleb held you through everything, making sure you didn't collapse against the door when the aftershocks finally washed over you.

"Hey, you okay?"

When you didn't answer, panic flared in his chest. Had he been too mean? Did he hurt you?

Caleb shifted, sitting back and holding you in his lap.

"Hey, Pips."

"Mm."

He sighed.

"Don't do that to me. Are you okay?"

You didn't answer, just lazily curled into his chest and wrapped two shaky arms around his neck.

Caleb instantly melted into you, peppering your head with kisses. "You did so good, pretty."

You gave another quiet hum in response and he chuckled. "Are you sure you're okay?"

You nodded. "I'm.. very okay."

Caleb smiled. "Good." He pressed another kiss to your head. "Wanna stay like this for a bit?"

"Please."

He huffed. "Anything for you."

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[lov3lycosmos]

Love Awaits -Han Jisung

Genre: Fluff and Smut

Pairings: bf!jisung x fem!reader

Summary: after months of not seeing each other you decide to surprise him by laying on his hotel bed~

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (m and f), creampie, crying during sex, possessiveness, soft dom!jisung, begging (verbal), praise kink

Cosmos: be prepared for a request/draft spam as I'm bored and off work today <3 I apologize for my inactiveness

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The hotel bed was still made when you got there, barely touched. A messy heap of stage clothes sat folded on the armchair, and his tour backpack leaned against the wall like it had been dropped in a rush. You sat there for a long time, curled in the center of the sheets, heart pounding, trying to believe you were really here. That it was really happening. That you were going to see him again, tonight.

You’d booked the flight two weeks ago. Jisung hadn’t known. He’d FaceTimed you the night before the concert, yawning and tugging on the sleeves of his hoodie, slumped in that same chair. He told you he missed you. That he was trying to stay strong, to not cry anymore over how much he wanted you beside him. You almost told him. Almost ruined the surprise.

But now, hours later, you were lying in his bed. Alone. Waiting. Nervous, breath shaky with anticipation, the hum of his voice still playing in your head.

“I want to hold you so bad. Can you pretend I’m with you tonight?”

You’d pretended for long enough.

The keycard slipped into the door sometime after midnight.

You froze.

His footsteps padded inside slowly, the soft thump of sneakers kicked off and dropped somewhere near the bathroom. A sniffle. Then a voice.

“Lights are off… weird.”

You pressed your hand to your mouth and sat up, breath caught in your throat.

“Wait—” Jisung’s voice cracked. “No way…”

He flicked on the lamp.

And then it hit him.

He stood in the doorway, utterly still. His hoodie hung off one shoulder, his mask still dangling from one ear. For a split second, he didn’t speak—didn’t even breathe.

Then his knees buckled slightly as he dropped his bag and whispered, “...Baby?”

You smiled through the thick burn behind your eyes. “Hi.”

He rushed to you like he didn’t trust his own legs. His hands were in your hair, on your waist, cupping your face like he couldn’t decide where to touch first.

“You’re here—you’re here—you’re fucking here—”

You laughed wetly. “You’re real.”

Then he kissed you.

And god, he kissed you like he’d been dying. Like he’d been empty for months and didn’t realize how bad it was until now. His lips were soft, but his mouth was frantic—open, desperate, trembling. He made a little whimpering sound when your hands clutched his hoodie and dragged him down on top of you. He climbed onto the bed without thinking, straddling your hips as he cradled your cheeks and kissed you deeper, longer, wetter.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead pressed to yours and his breath shook as he whispered, “I’m gonna fucking cry.”

You wiped his cheek gently, your thumb catching the tear that had already started falling.

“Me too,” you whispered.

He sniffled and laughed and kissed your jaw like he couldn’t stop. “This doesn’t feel real.”

“I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks,” you said. “I missed you so much, Ji.”

“I missed you,” he mumbled, voice cracking. “I couldn’t even touch myself without crying. I kept trying to pretend it didn’t hurt being away from you, but—” he trailed off, and his lips trembled again. “I’m gonna lose it. I love you so much. I can’t even—”

You kissed him quiet, lips molding to his, soft and warm. You let your fingers tangle in his hair, let your body arch into his, clinging as much as he did. He was everywhere, all at once—hands brushing your arms, slipping under your shirt, holding your waist like he needed to anchor himself.

Your voice barely came out. “Then show me.”

Something broke in him.

He kissed you again—slow, reverent, trembling.

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered. “I’ll go slow. I’ll take my time. Just… let me have you tonight. Please.”

You nodded, gasping when his hands pushed your shirt up over your head. He peeled it off carefully, like you were something delicate, something he’d never get to touch again if he messed this up. His mouth dropped open at the sight of you. You were braless under the fabric, and he reached out with both hands to trace up your sides, eyes flickering between your face and your chest like he couldn’t pick which was more sacred.

He leaned in, kissing softly along the curve of your breast, breath shaking. “Still mine?”

“Always.”

“Then let me worship you.”

You barely had time to respond before he lowered himself between your thighs, eyes locked to yours, like he wanted permission to breathe. You nodded, already breathless, and his lips found your inner thigh.

Jisung kissed slow. Savoring. His mouth traveled up the inside of your leg, leaving a messy trail. Then he pulled your shorts and underwear off in one careful motion, holding your hips like he’d waited his entire life for this exact moment.

“God,” he whispered. “Look at you. You’re already wet—fuck, baby…”

“Been wet since you walked in,” you whispered, breath hitching as he blew warm air across your folds.

“Don’t say that. I’ll cum just from this.”

Then his mouth was on you.

And nothing else existed.

His tongue moved slowly, deliberately, sliding through your folds, teasing your clit with gentle circles. His hands kept your thighs spread, thumbs brushing your hips while he worshiped you with his mouth like he wasn’t just trying to make you cum—he was trying to say I love you with every stroke.

You cried out, hips twitching.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmured into your skin, kissing your inner thigh before diving back in. “Let me make you feel good. Let me make up for all the time I wasn’t here.”

You nodded desperately, threading your fingers into his hair, trying not to cry from how good it felt—how intimate it was.

When his lips latched around your clit and he sucked softly, your hips jerked. He groaned, tongue flicking fast, chasing every sound you made.

“I’m—close—Ji, I’m—”

“Cum for me,” he whispered. “Please, baby. Want it so bad.”

And you did—hard.

Your whole body shook, legs clamping around his head, and he moaned into you like it was the best thing that ever happened to him. He licked you through it slowly, helping you come down with soft kisses and warm hands.

When he crawled back up, his mouth was shiny, his lips swollen.

You pulled him into a kiss, tasting yourself on him, moaning softly when he whined into your mouth. He trembled in your arms, still hard against your thigh.

“I wanna make you feel good too,” you whispered.

He gasped when you pushed him gently onto his back, straddling his hips. His eyes were wide, pupils blown, face already flushed. You leaned down and kissed his chest, then his stomach, slowly making your way lower.

“Baby—fuck—I’m not gonna last—”

“Let me take care of you,” you said, voice soft.

You took him in your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip first, then sinking deeper, your hand working the base. He cried out and grabbed the sheets, thighs trembling.

“Too much—too good—baby, please—”

You moaned around him, and that nearly broke him. His hips bucked, and he whimpered.

“Stop—please—I wanna cum inside you. Please—please—please—”

You pulled off, kissing your way back up to his face. “Then do it.”

He flipped you onto your back, shaking hands finding your hips, eyes still glassy with awe.

“Are you sure?” he whispered. “Can I…?”

You cupped his face. “Jisung. I’m yours.”

He slid in with a trembling breath, slow and careful, his forehead pressed to yours as your bodies joined for the first time in months. You felt every inch, the stretch and fullness making you both gasp softly, clutching each other tighter like you were afraid the other might slip away.

He bottomed out with a quiet whimper, arms wrapping around your back as he sank into the cradle of your hips.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered, voice shaking. “You feel like… you were made for me.”

You stroked his hair, lips brushing his ear. “You’re perfect, Jisung.”

He whimpered again, shivering above you. “I missed this. Missed you.”

You kissed him, softly—then again, deeper. Your lips barely left his as his hips started to move.

It was slow. Deliberate. He rocked into you like he had all night, like he didn’t want to rush a single second. His thrusts were smooth, rolling, dragging his length deep each time with wet, quiet sounds between your thighs. And every time he moved, he whispered something into your skin.

“You’re so tight. So warm.”

“I’m not gonna last long, baby—feels too good.”

“I wanna stay inside you forever.”

Your fingernails dragged lightly down his back. You arched into him, wrapping your legs higher around his waist.

He gasped as he sank deeper, the new angle making you both moan. “F-fuck, princess—oh my god…”

You cupped his cheeks, eyes meeting his. “Jisung—look at me.”

His eyes fluttered open, red and glossy. “Yeah—yeah?”

“You’re mine. You always will be.”

His face crumpled.

He kissed you desperately, sloppy and breathless, tears slipping quietly from the corners of his eyes. He moaned into your mouth as his hips picked up just a little more pace—still slow, but now with more urgency. His thrusts grew needier, wetter, your bodies pressed so close you could barely breathe.

The squelch of his cock inside you, the way he whimpered every time your walls fluttered around him—it was too much.

“I wanna cum inside,” he whispered. “I need it, baby. Please.”

You nodded, clinging tighter. “Do it. Fill me up, Jisung. Please.”

He groaned at that—like the words broke something in him.

He buried his face in your neck and started fucking you harder, faster—his hips slapping softly against yours, the bed creaking with the motion. Your name spilled from his lips like prayer.

“You feel so good—so fucking good, I can’t—”

“Cum for me,” you begged, nails digging in as your own climax built again. “Inside—fill me up, Ji—please—”

His whole body tensed.

“Baby—fuck—I’m cumming—!”

He moaned your name as he pushed in deep and stayed there, cock throbbing inside you. You felt him spill—so much—hot and warm and thick, painting your insides as he trembled in your arms. His breath hitched with every spurt, and he sobbed once, overwhelmed by how full and close everything felt.

You came with him.

Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave—your whole body tightening, legs locking around his hips, voice cracking as you fell apart beneath him. You clutched him like a lifeline, barely able to breathe, whispering his name as your walls fluttered around him.

He didn’t pull out.

He couldn’t.

He collapsed on top of you, still buried deep, both of you panting and sweaty and a little teary. His arms wrapped tight around your waist, and you threaded your fingers through his hair, brushing it back gently as he kissed your shoulder over and over.

“I love you,” he whispered against your skin. “So much. I don’t think I can breathe without you anymore.”

“You don’t have to,” you whispered back. “I’m not leaving.”

You stayed there for a long time—he didn’t move, didn’t pull out, just laid there, inside you, soaking in everything.

Eventually, he shifted slightly, face still tucked against your throat.

“Did I cum too much?” he asked softly, breathless.

You laughed, stroking his spine. “You definitely did.”

He groaned. “I’m sorry. I just… fuck, I needed you.”

You kissed his temple. “I needed you too.”

He slowly pulled out, and both of you winced at the mess.

His cum dripped from you instantly, and Jisung let out a breathy, broken noise. “That’s so hot I might pass out.”

You swatted his chest. “Clean me up first, then pass out.”

He giggled, soft and sleepy, grabbing tissues from the bedside and tending to you with careful hands. You could tell he was still shaky—emotionally and physically. He kept pausing just to press a kiss to your thigh, your stomach, your cheek.

Once you were clean, he pulled you into his arms under the covers, wrapping around you from behind like a koala. His face was buried in your hair, his breath warm on your neck.

“Don’t let go,” he murmured.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He kissed the back of your shoulder. “Promise me this wasn’t a dream.”

You turned in his arms, facing him. His hair was a mess, eyes heavy with sleep, cheeks still pink.

You cupped his jaw and kissed him again. Long. Slow. Final.

“It’s real,” you whispered. “You’re mine.”

His voice cracked again. “Say it again.”

“You’re mine.”

He exhaled, a soft, relieved smile tugging at his lips. “Good. Because I’m yours.”

You both fell asleep like that—naked, warm, full of each other, tangled under hotel sheets with tear stains on your cheeks and his love all over your skin.

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[arachnidseyes]

Jason has a little crush on his neighbour.

You’ve only spoken a few times, he even helped you with your groceries once. The gentleman he is.

He’s successfully solidified himself as one of those neighbours you exchange polite smiles with when you pass them in the hallway, and maybe even a little wave. Roy can make fun of him all he wants but progress is progress.

He even considers trying to start up a conversation with you that lasts longer than two sentences…

Before he spots the Batman keychain dangling off your work bag.

The shiny black and yellow charm has him frozen in place. Right in the middle of the apartment hallway. He almost doesn’t wave back to you before you disappear into your apartment.

Okay, maybe it was a gift and you’re just wearing it because you don’t want the person who gifted it to feel bad. Right, that's reasonable.

But then the next week he sees you sporting a Batman T-shirt as you arrive at your door after grocery shopping. He usually likes catching you on a Sunday, you look less done up than on work days but you also look less stressed. He feels like he’s seeing a more personal version of you than even your colleages at work would see. That being said, you’re usually not wearing the god damn Bat signal.

He has to know, he just has to ask but he's gotta to be really smooth with it.

“So… you like… Batman?”

Real smooth, Jason. You pause at the top of the stairs to your floor where he's standing. When you give him a confused look he gestures to your shirt.

“Uh, yeah. I guess he’s cool.”

You shrug, way too casual for someone who owns both a Batman keychain AND T-shirt, in Jason's unbiased opinion.

“How do you know that?”

You frown a little at his tone, you really didn't expect him to strike up a conversation with you that wasn't about the weather or a quick "How's it going?" so this is quiet out of the blue.

“I mean… the whole superhero thing… is cool.”

You don't sound very confident. Jason barely keeps his scoff in,

“All he does is beat up poor people.”

“I don’t think that’s… I mean he’s in the Justice League.”

You say defensively, and a little bewildered. Jason knows he should leave it but he just can't get a handle on why a perfectly normal person like you would be defending Batman, especially since you’ve never met him.

“Look, all I'm saying is you don’t know the guy. I mean he runs around in a batsuit. He’s probably just as insane as the villians he’s always fighting but never getting rid of.”

You look angry now. A look Jason's never seen on you before, he really wishes he wasn't the cause of it. He knows he's quickly fucking up his chances but he just wants you to throw away every piece of bat merch you have so he can sort of flirt with you without thinking about Batman, is that so much to ask?

“Well, if he’s so bad then how come, in a city full of heroes and cops, why he was the one who saved my life, huh?”

You stare him down, maybe waiting for some kind of answer but Jason just stares blankly. You scoff and walk off towards your door mumbling a "Dickhead" as you pass him.

You leave Jason in the middle of the hallway with his regrets.

Yeah, he really fucked up now.

[haridraws]

Last day of pride month, moving into the queer wrath / lust zone, time for new book COVER REVEAL

On a trip to escape your terrible job, your car breaks down on a dark mountainside and you’re rescued from the storm by a mysterious, attractive stranger. Welcomed into his ominous castle, you meet more vampires all keen to have you… for dinner.

Move to the beach! Eat the rich! Discover the dark backstory of an emotionally tortured man! Go to a werewolf house party! Get murdered by a milf! Be a sugar baby! Tell your boss to fuck off! Disappear into a dark forest never to be seen again! AND MORE!

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[thevoidstaredback]

I'm a bit late to the party, but this was too cute not to expand upon.

After Boxy and Bitty Bute left, word spread quickly aiming the ghosts. They'd always been huge gossips.

At first, just after Box Ghost and Box Lunch, only a few ghosts dropped by Gotham in a month. Kitty, Johnny and Shadow; Skulker; Desiree. They all came by to ask Phantom to teach them how to hide.

He helped them and they went on to teach the others. Those who couldn't quite get it found their way to Gotham, asking for Danny to teach them.

Watching Danny made Jason feel warm. This was the side of Danny he'd never been allowed to see before, the side that was hidden for fear for his life. Sure, Danny was nice to the kids he encountered everyday, and he could never not help someone whenever he could, but to see him teach people who he never would've met otherwise?

Jason fell more and more in love with him every day. Had since they met, had since they got married, and will until the end of their eternity.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" That was the very first thing Jason had ever said to Danny.

Danny had raised an eyebrow. "Not quite. I believe that first impressions are useless. What really matters is in the moments that happen afterwards."

Jason had smiled dumbly at that. "Will you give me the chance to have those extra moments?"

"Sure,"

It was a moment he remembered more clearly than anything else in his life. He was so beyond happy to watch Danny prove how much he loved the people around him again and again.

"What're you thinking about?" Dick asked

Jason's eyes never strayed from where Danny was helping another ghost, this one a child named Poindexter, learn how to 'let go of the sky'. "About how lucky I am."

Dick fakes a groan. "Don't go mushy on me, Little Wing. I do not need to know anything about your love life." He paused. "Unless it's anything but healthy." He looked between Danny and his brother before saying, "Though, I don't think that'll ever be a worry."

"I am way outta my league," Jason sighed, "I love him so much."

"Even a blind man could see that,"

"Don't worry," Danny chimed, the ghost he'd been helping no longer in the field, "You'll find someone some day, Dick."

He spluttered while Jason laughed and kissed his husband. "Traitor!"

Danny shrugged. "I could refer you to a great fortune teller? She's great at granting wishes."

Dick cringed back a bit. "No, thanks."

"Suit yourself."

"Anymore news on those GIW bastards?" Jason asked.

Danny sighed and shook his head. "No one knows exactly where they are, just that they're tracking me."

"Do you really think staying in one place is safe?"

A nod. "If worst comes to worst, I can escape them faster than they can catch me."

"And if they do catch you?"

"Then I know you'll be right behind with a rescue team and the wrath of a titan."

Dick mimed gagging. "You guys are way too cute, it's actually sickening."

Jason shrugged this time. "You'll understand one day, Dick Wing."

I've been playing with a no-one-knows AU where Danny has been married to Jason for years but hasn't told him his secret. Jason knows that Danny isn't human, but hasn't pressed because Danny is so terrified when he approaches the topic. The Batfamily do not know.

Presently, the GIW are in Gotham and closing in, and the Box Ghost has come to Danny seeking help.

----

“You’re a ghost,” Jason said gently, pulling one of Danny’s hands away from his face to wrap it in his own. Danny let him. “Aren’t you?”

Danny’s breath hitched again.

Surprisingly, the Box Ghost looked almost as horrified as Danny.

“What? NO! I, the BOX GHOST, would not out Danny Fenton to his human family! For he is as human as I once was!” He flailed his arms in blatant panic. “There is nothing to reveal, for Danny Fenton is most certainly NOT a ghost!”

“What’s wrong with Danny being a ghost?” Box Lunch wanted to know, tilting her head up to peer up at her father in confusion. “Is it a secret?”

“BOX LUNCH!” the Box Ghost wailed, every inch a mortified parent.

“Yes, it was, or your father would not be so blatantly lying about it,” Damian told her, taking pity on the child ghost.

“Oh!” Box Lunch nodded seriously. “Danny isn’t a ghost!”

Danny let out a slightly hysterical laugh, and then started to cry, gasping quietly with tears pouring down his face, hunched down to hide from them. He didn’t pull his hand out of Jason’s.

“It is no longer a secret here, as it has become apparent,” Damian elaborated.

Box Lunch scrunched up her nose. “Oh.”

“Ghosts are not bad,” Cass said softly, “if ghosts are Danny.”

“Danny.” Jason scooted closer and pulled Danny against him, and Danny let him, pressing into him without unwinding at all. “Danny, I already knew. I’ve known for years.” Danny tilted his head up to give him an incredulous look, and Jason grinned at him. “You’re not good at hiding it, stardust. Your freckles glow when you’re excited and your eyes flash green when you’re frustrated. You walk through closed doors when you’re sleepy and things fall through your hands when people startle you. I’ve known you aren’t human since we moved in together.”

“…Oh,” Danny murmured, guilt and relief and wonder swirling together in his still-wet eyes.

“Phantom!” the Box Ghost scolded. Jason took note of the sudden change in address. “You are the worst secret keeper ever!”

“Shut up, Boxy,” Danny snapped. He pulled away from Jason and wiped his eyes, sniffling. Their hands stayed locked together. “We, we need to hide you and bitty-bite b-before we talk about this any more. I wasn’t joking about the Guys in White.”

The Box Ghost flapped his arms dismissively. “They will not find us! They are looking for YOU, and their instruments will not be prepared for such subtle spirits as Box Lunch and I!”

“They are looking for me while I am hiding,” Danny said, soft but barbed. He wiped his face again and turned around to better face the other ghost, glaring sharply. “Something I am well known to be very good at. Far better at than you.”

The Box Ghost went so pale he was almost translucent.

“You don’t look like a ghost at all,” Tim said, studying Danny. “Your skin is pink, you don’t glow… most of the time, no pointed ears or fangs. Your eyes are normal.” His eyes narrowed. “Is this… not your natural appearance?”

Danny flinched. “I… I…” He swallowed, staring at nothing, and then forced his attention back onto the Box Ghost. “Your base signatures are pretty low. If you stop using your powers and suppress your auras as much as you can, you can probably bring them low enough to hide.”

No answers would be forthcoming for now, Jason understood. He signaled sharply to Bruce and Tim, the most likely to try to interrupt. Wait. Time-sensitive, finish operation before proceeding.

Bruce didn’t look pleased, but he nodded sharply. Tim just watched, thoughtful eyes fixed on Danny. Damian was scowling, Dick frowning faintly, but Cass’ curiosity looked borderline idle. Jason watched Danny interact with the other ghost with a healthy blend of interest and concern, and tried not to wonder if Tim was right.

“Box Lunch, do you know how to land?” Danny asked. It seemed like a silly question until Box Lunch wrinkled her nose and cocked her head.

“Land?” she asked, audibly uncertain. For that matter, her father looked vaguely baffled too. “Like… with my feet? On the floor?”

Danny managed a smile and nodded. Box Lunch eyed the floor, then drifted down to hover at floor level. “Like this?”

“Not exactly,” Danny said, sounding more fond than anything. He slid off the bar stool and knelt down in front of Box Lunch. Jason couldn’t look away; he’d been deprived of any open knowledge of Danny’s nonhuman side for so long that his curiosity was damn near insatiable now. And Danny teaching a kid of his species? That was doing things to Jason. Good things. “Close your eyes.” Box Lunch did. “Feel the energy in the air. Do you feel gravity? Do you sense how it pulls things down?” She nodded uncertainly. “Hold onto that feeling. Let it hold onto you. Do you feel it?” Nod. “Good. Now- let go of the sky.”

The instructions didn’t make a lick of sense to Jason, but Box Lunch dropped right out of the air and landed on her feet. Her eyes flew open, and she pinwheeled dramatically until Danny caught her.

“Ahh!” she squealed, looking dismayed. “I’m heavy!”

Danny chuckled. “No, bitty-bite, you’re still light as a feather.” He picked Box Lunch up and held her out in front of him, smiling. She squealed again, kicking her feet, her eyes bright with delight. “Good job. Do you think you can hold that?”

“Um, sure,” she mumbled, not looking at all sure.

The Box Ghost landed on the floor with a grunt - Jason suspected that he’d been listening to Danny’s instructions too. He held out his arms for Box Lunch, and Danny handed her over willingly.

“Now what?” the Box Ghost asked tentatively, staring at the floor like it would eat him. Yeah, Jason could definitely believe that he’d never landed before either.

“Now, you listen to me,” Danny said seriously. He reached out and grabbed Box Ghost’s arm, demanding his attention, and forced eye contact. From the Box Ghost’s wide eyes, this behavior was as new to him as it was to Jason. But then Danny continued, speaking as firmly as if he were willing his words into existence. “You are not a ghost. You are not a ghost.” Understanding flickered across the Box Ghost’s face, and he screwed his eyes shut. His glow started to dim. “You are solid. You are heavy. You are warm. You are made of flesh, blood, and bone. You are not a ghost. You are not a ghost. You are human.”

The Box Ghost’s glow receded and disappeared. Except for his blue skin, he almost looked human now. He opened his eyes uncertainly, and Danny gave him a weary smile and a nod, letting go of his arm and leaning back.

“But what about Box Lunch?” the Box Ghost asked anxiously, looking down at Box Lunch. She’d squeezed her eyes shut to try and follow Danny’s instructions, but didn’t seem to be meeting with the same success.

Danny sighed. “I’m not sure how to explain it to her,” he admitted, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair as he looked at the little girl with worry. She opened her eyes and gave him an anxious look, and Danny gave her a small smile. “It’s not your fault, bitty-bite. It’s just… you’ve always been a ghost, so you don’t have your dad’s memories of what it felt like to be human.”

Box Lunch stomped her feet. “I can pretend!”

“Then pretend,” Danny said seriously. “It doesn’t have to be perfect. Just do your best.”

“Wehh!” Box Lunch flailed her arms, brow furrowed in concentration. “I am human! My body is super solid and I crash into things a lot! And I run around on the ground and eat human food! Fear me!”

It was so cute that Jason muffled a laugh, and he wasn’t the only one. Box Lunch ran a circle around the floor, then crashed into a wall on purpose and bounced off, giggling. Even Bruce’s hard expression softened into a fond look.

“That should keep you off the sensors,” Danny said to the Box Ghost, voice low. Something about his eyes looked exhausted. “Just make sure Box Lunch maintains it. Maybe keep playing human with her.”

The Box Ghost nodded uncertainly. “Thank you, Phantom,” he said quietly. “I know that we can count on you.”

[dating-eveeything]

can you do romance hcs with an autistic mc? any characters you want really, but i would love dorian, cam, skips, johnny, betty, idk i'm not picky!

Them with an autistic S/O

Featuring: Dorian, Johnny, Betty, Amir

Fic type: fluff, comfort, headcanons/scenarios

Gender neutral reader, I'm using my own experiences of being autistic as a reference- please keep that in mind. Length varies for each

In all honesty, he's a decent person to be around, especially if you're overstimulated or about to have a melt down.

He's an overall quiet guy, and can easily recall stories or just talk about something random if you need the distraction.

His build is firm, and while he doesn't do it often, his hugs are just as firm and are a good way to calm you down, the pressure of his big arms a wonderful way to ground someone who's out of it.

Honestly, he doesn't really know anything about autism, nor does he quite care- he's a busy guy guarding doors, but post-relationship he pays attention more. He's watching out for you, making sure you don't stress yourself out; especially if you're leaving the house.

Very helpful when it comes to remembering things, he can help you find anything you might've misplaced. He always goes over a list of essentials needed when you leave the house.

If you're someone who gets overwhelmed quickly, he's your guy. Like earlier, he's a pretty quiet guy, so go ahead and sit against him- he'll keep quiet for you. And if you ask real nicely (though you really don't have too), he'll crouch down and pull you into his side, humming a quiet melody. The melody doesn't really matter, he knows the deep vibrations of his chest are what's helping you.

His outfit isn't as textured as you'd expect- he's a simple guy- but if you really like textures he'll let you touch and play around with his suit. Secretly enjoys it when you wrap your arms around him to feel the inside of his suit jacket (which is most definitely silk).

He stands at the door, barely letting a muscle twitch as he stares ahead. It would've been an intimidating sight if it weren't for you hugging his legs, leaning your head on his thigh like he was a pillow.

It had become a somewhat common occurrence after your relationship with Dorian started to truly blossom, you started going to him when you felt stressed and needed a moment of silence. The soft texture of his pants was enough to get some sort of sensory to help you calm down.

His hand slips down from his chest where it was crossed and rests his hand on the top of your head, not doing anything else put lightly resting it there. What a sweet door.

THIS MAN. He is the person you go to when you need to TAAALK. Lemmie tell you.

Johnny is open to hearing all about your hyperfixation or special interest. He knows so much about how it feels to be ashamed for his passions, for simply liking what he likes, and he would never want to make anyone feel that way.

He'll sit on the floor with you and listen about whatever it is you like, doesn't even have to know anything about it! He'll try and ask related questions to understand more.

Will be so excited when you come to him all excited to tell him about something that happened with your favorite topic. Go ahead and tell him all about your favorite show or game, the plot twist in your book or maybe an animal you saw that isn't usual for the area!

Absolutely remembers the little things about what you like, and when he sees you (even in passing) he'll ask for updates or just to see if he can chat you up.

Just for fun, he would write little songs just for you about your special interest! It's not exactly related, anyone but you wouldn't be able to tell what he's singing about, but you? You hear him say a single line similar to what you've told him and you're basically jumping up and down and leaning in while he sings. He does his best work just for you.

Johnny sits on the floor, legs stretched out, and listens as you speak. He has a huge smile on his face as he listens to you yap about this TV show you've been watching recently, going episode by episode about the plot and how the characters are cool or stupid.

You sit on his knees and hold onto his shoulders, every now and then shaking him when you get really excited about something. His smile never fades, and you can tell it's the most genuine smile he's ever had on his face- well, other than when he sings.

Another amazing object to go to when it comes to sensory/stimulation.

Her honey smooth voice is like a favorite song you play on loop when everything gets too much, and she knows it.

She holds you close, but doesn't whisper in your ear knowing it's uncomfortable, her head lays on yours and she practically suffocates you in her hole; just like you want. Often she repeats things she's said before, quiet funny stories she remembers about other objects in the house, repetitiveness is good for you.

Telling you something you know already is calming. She doesn't get it herself, but if it helps you she'll repeat the same thing over and over.

The blankets and pillows that decorate her are almost always the perfect temperature for you. Never too hot nor ever too cold, she makes sure of it.

Absolutely let's you play with her hair. The curls as soft as a freshly washed pet, easy to brush your fingers through and mess with, making little braids before brushing them out and starting again.

She's one of the few objects that can get anyone to shut up with a polite ask, especially if the other lives in the bedroom as well (the Hanks). It's real nice to know you have a guarantee of a quiet space whenever you want.

"There you go, lover" Betty mutters, her arms keeping you close to her. Your hands are wrapped around her and playing with the ends of her hair, the soft texture relaxing against your fingers.

She rests her hands on your head and places a big kiss on the crown of your head, resting down and slowly recalling a story she's told a million times, something about Jean Loo and Dorian- probably a silly fight- she knows you don't pay attention to the stories; just that you like to hear her voice verberate though her and to you.

Amir is GREAT for self image help and helping set routines. No one knows how to help get you out of an episode funk like this guy, let me tell you!

He'll sit next to you on the bed and rub you back as you lay away from him, not able to do much but lay there. He can be quiet if you really want, but he enjoys giving you compliments; we know this, it's like second nature for him.

Eventually he does get you out of your bed, at least getting you to sit up and lean against him. His arms wrap around you and a hand of his will come up to run through your (let's be realistic here) greasy hair and just sit there for as long as you need.

Of course he can't go a true minute without giving you a compliment. He's stroking your cheek and talking about how gorgeous you are, even with how out of touch you look after sitting in bed for who knows how long, he still takes the time to tell you how gorgeous you are.

When it comes to setting up a routine, Amir is your object. He's supportive every step of the way, holding onto you to help. When you forget to do something he's reassuring you it's alright, when you can't bring yourself to do something, again, he's there to reassure you it's alright and that you'll be able to do it tomorrow. Routines are made to be broken sometimes.

Even at your worst, when you haven't taken care of yourself in days, he's still giving you the sweetest- most genuine compliments; it's hard to believe him at times, but he has never lied about how much he finds you to be the most stunning human he's ever seen.

Amir sits on the counter, holding you- who's standing- in-between his legs as he holds onto your face. He's got a bright smile on his face, looking at you with nothing but love. "It's alright" he murmurs, moving his thumbs to brush up on your face.

Your routine had been ruined for after you had slept in and refused to get out of bed when you had woken up. It was a minor setback, but to you it was the destruction of something you had worked so hard to set up. Amir believed otherwise, helping you into the bathroom to help start up when you would've done a few hours ago.

"It's alright my darling, so you're a few hours behind. No problem, there's no better time to start than now." He leans down and kisses your forehead, grabbing the brush behind him to bring up to you. "What do you say, Sweetheart?"

[feelfreetopleasemexo]

I'm in my knees begging for bnha boys (like maybe katsuki, izuku, eijirou, denki, and maybe you could add shinsou and/or monoma on it) reacting to you smudging lipstick stained kiss on his lips without them knowing and letting them go outside for theor hero-work duties. Not them actually noticing it until a co-worker (sidekick) points it out. I'm gonna kiss you if you do it. 🥰

Now kith ;)

Leaving your mark

Where you accidently leave lipstick from your kiss on their lips and they go to work with it on them still.

Katsuki was used to people staring at him, people always seemed so intimidated by him merely walking the streets, so when he noticed they looked like they were hiding something, he started to get pissed. It took almost until the end of the day before kirishima clocked in for the night shift and mentioned it to him.

“Yo! Super manly you’re wearing makeup man, can I get some? You can’t be the only guy wearing it round here, I want some of that manliness too!”

His eyes burned at his scowl turned towards kirishima,

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Well, Yano, your lipstick…think it suits you, makes you look more approachable and manly. I don’t wanna miss…”

He blasted past him as he stomped towards the mirror in the communal prohero kitchen. His eyes widened at the red stain across his lips, were all those extras laughing at him all day because of this?! He immediately started scrubbing his sleeve across his lips, making them infinitely more red as the friction threatened to burn his lower lip. He pulled his phone out and text you, hands shaking as he tried not to blow his phone up.

“You’re never kissing me again. I hate you.”

Every morning before work, Keigo insisted on a full make out session in his office. It was always steamy, full mouthed and aggressive. He cared very little for if you were wearing lipstick or not, he needed his mouth connected to yours for at least 10 minutes before both your shifts started. It was no surprise that youd left him with stained lips after he has caressed your mouth so violently, so by the time his sidekick Tokoyami came in, his lips might as well have at least three layers of your bright red lipstick smeared across them. Tokoyami stared at him silently, questioning whether this new look was indeed a mistake or just something new Keigo was trying out as usual. It took him a few moment before he mentioned it,

“Do…do hawks usually have red beaks or?”

“What’re you talking about kid?” He pulled out a tiny vanity mirror from his desk, staring at the way your lips had stained his. He smirked at the reflection and simply put the mirror back in the draw and carried on talking to Tokoyami.

“Oh yeah this, yeah sometimes they do. Only the best ones though, Yano like the big daddy ones, yeah. The best of the best, plus I think I look hot with it so fuck it, why not.”

When he got home, his lips were infinitely more red as he’s gone and brought a devilishly red lipstick to wear and applied it multiple times throughout the day. You looked over and laughed at him, as he strutted through with his hand on his hip and twirled infront of you.

“Hot as fuck right? Can we add more eyeliner to my markings too? Wanna watch Tokoyami lay an egg tomorrow when he sees me rock a full face of makeup.”

“Can we make it slightly bigger and bigger everyday and see who notices?!”

“This baby bird, this is why I love you.”

When Denki rocked into work with red smudges all across his lips no one batted an eye at first. It was clear hed been making out with you before work as usual, so by the time he sat down for the first briefing his lips had usually lost their swollen cheery tint and had settled down, but not this time. He sat through the whole meeting with cheery pink lips, glossy and shining throughout the entire thing, as sero couldnt help but snigger at him. Throughout the whole thing he would wink and pretend to shoot kisses to denki, to which he pretended to catch and press against his abs and laugh. They always had flirty banter together but today sero was being a little more audible with his laughs at denkis reactions. Towards the end, sero leant over the desk as everyone was packing up their paper work and simply said,

“You still haven’t realised have you? Didnt think she was the type to claim you with lipstick there man but hey… looks low-key kinda good.”

Denki immediacy reached up and touched his lips, a tiny smear of your lipgloss lingering on his finger as he pulled it away. He grinned and started rubbing it off with the back of his sleeve as his cheeks turned the same colour.

“So you only want me when I wear lipstick? Best wear it more often then bro. Come’ere, let’s share!”

Izuku always loved the way you peppered his face with tiny kisses before work, but today you had decided to kiss him after applying the new lipstain he brought you, instead of before you applied it. Not only was it a slow action stain, but nothing could possibly get it off, which izuku eventually realised later on. He arrived to his class, lips and cheeks covered in tiny pink kisses, as his whole class stifled their laughter. The poor man honestly thought hed finally gotten through to them as throughout the entire first half of the day they were all increasingly more cheerful, and even erupted in laughter at his famous allmight impression, finally. It took a TA popping their head in during first break and questioning what had happened to his face, for him to finally rush to a mirror and audibly gasp at the sight before him. The kisses youd peppered on him had now almost completely covered his freckles, lacing down to cover most of his upper lip. He was beyond mortified at the sight of the stain, desperately trying to scrub and wipe the marking away, only to find the friction from the wet paper towels making them infinitely worse. He spent the rest of the day with a hat and dark shades on, trying his best to cover the lovesick kisses that framed his sweet cherub face so perfectly. When he finally got home, his eyes were filled with tears as he questioned wether you meant to cause him such embarrassment infront of his class, only to find you nearly falling to the floor laughing at how sweet and innocent he looked, covered in beautiful tiny kisses.

Shinso worked nights so it wasn’t always possible for you to stay awake to see him off, although you desperately tried most nights, so when he did leave he’d usually kiss the top of your head as you slept and grabbed the little packed lunch youd made him, before quietly slinking out to start his patrol. You always made sure to kiss the little note youd written for him, one that he would never admit to anyone that he secretly kissed on his break too, only for you to be wearing a deep red lipstick this time. After he kissed it and shoved it back into his pocket, the remains of the lingering smudge stayed on his lips. Throughout his patrol his face was mostly covered, only tearing his mask away to drink or if it became too clamy in the Japanese humidity. His sidekick caught a glimpse of the deep red markings on his lips as he chugged some of his water, laughing slightly at the idea of Shinso wearing lipstick under his voice modulator.

“So, does the lipstick help with female voice change or what?” His sidekick snickered, glancing a side eye at him as he brought the mask back up to his face. Shinsos eyes widened at the comment, reaching his hand into his mask and brushing it over his lips. He looked down at his fingers as they were now staining slightly with the red smearing from your note. Shit.

“Oh er, yeah sometimes, I guess. Just trying it out I guess….nevermind.”

He quickly turned and dowsed his hand into water as he tried to reach in and rub the remaining of your lipstick off him. There was no way he was returning home with your lipstick covering him, forcing him to admit to anyone, even you, that he secretly kissed your notes because of how much he missed you at work.

[embershx]

I can walk short distances without aids, but there was a fire alarm at the building I study in and we were on the 11th floor so I wasn't able to walk down all the stairs. It kinda sucks, but the hallway is one of those fire safe points that's like 'You will have at least 30 mins from the moment the fire reaches one of these doors, response time is <15' So when this happens I go to the designated point and ring the office to let them know where I am. Either people start filtering back in after a while or, once, the fireman comes up and tells me that one of our server racks combusted but it's fine now. Anyway, so one of my teachers sees me and is like 'You're not going down the stairs?' And I - settled in sitting on my walker with my cane - am like 'No I have to wait here.' Thinking he just doesn't know the protocol. He gets this look like I'm being unreasonable, and says in the snottiest voice 'Well what if it was a real fire?' Like... ??? ... Well this wasn't a planned drill so I had to work on the assumption that it was. So I just said 'It might be' and off he went But like... Did he expect me to be like 'shit you're right I guess I'll lug my mobility aid down 10+ flights of stairs?' Or was I meant to be abandoning it and making do? If/When I couldn't make it would I be blocking everyone's escape, slowing the crowds movement and leaving myself stuck in a less fire safe location with nobody knowing where I am? Should I have endanger myself and others so that he would feel like I'd made enough of an effort?

It's wild, and to me at least really speaks of how people like that have a deep and probably unconcious belief that disabled people are being lazy or difficult and could manage if they wanted to. And it's so harmful, but so hard to call out because they often conciously believe they support disabled people (Though often only Real Disabled People Who Really Need It TM)

I hate how often some (typically abled) people will go “well, if you can’t [get a specific support], then what?” when it comes to disabilities. As if it’s a “gotcha” moment. And then act like you’re exaggerating when you answer that question honestly.

Disabled people often die from a lack of support. A lot of disability aids are not a luxury, but a basic need in order to live.

“Well what happens if—” people die. People hurt themselves. People hurt others. Disabled people don’t magically become abled if our needs aren’t met.

If a bedbound quadriplegic is caught in a housefire, and there’s nobody there to save them, they’ll probably die. They won’t magically become able-bodied out of sheer will.

If a nonspeaking/nonverbal autistic is denied access to alternative methods of communication, they’ll suffer in silence. They won’t spontaneously become capable of speech.

Disabled people are disabled all the time. Our disabilities don’t go away just because they’re inconvenient, or if we’re in danger.