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keep your head up champion

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[OSCAR] belgian grand prix 2025 // post sprint quali

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ass

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How to surreptitiously stretch within reach of kisses

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how it started:

how its going:

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HIRO HAMADA

info ✩° : relationship / random hcs abt hiro

warnings ✩° : brain rot jokes (😔), slight cussing, (idk)

pairing ✩° : Hiro Hamada x Gn!reader

authors note ✩° : i might disappear in a week

He most definitely is chronically online like , he’s a internet weirdo but not like discord “My little e-kitten!” type weird . Like i can’t like he probably keeps up with the skibidi toilet lore

When he’s doing homework he calls you for company but then gets distracted and starts singing “You know me as the rizzler” and ur js looking at this kid like “wtf…”

When yall are together spending time at each others houses or js hanging out , hes always on u like a hawk and he’s always bothering u abt some nonsense

i feel like he likes nicknames but certain ones make him cringe n would like die .. example “baby , sweetie , cupcake.” like wtf is that but he’d definitely call u some made up nonsense like paypal or paypay idfk but Pookie is def a most used nickname

“paypay can i tell u something ..?” “what?” “im so skibidi toilet sigma bear” “get tf out” “🙁”

He would probably beg aunt Cass to make u little treats that he could give to u n act like he made it …

“aunt cass can you uhm possibly make some heart shaped cookies..?” “that’s a odd request Hiro , why?” “ … “ “i wanna give it to paypay” “OHHHH”

also i feel like he would find some way to use baymax to stalk your location …

“baymax , where is paypay?” “paypay also known as name is approximately 2.1 miles away at —“

He seems like the type to be a movie fiend and would def make u watch movies w him otp every night as a little routine before bed 🥰

When you two had ur first kiss he initially wanted to initiate the kiss and be “manly” and he attempted like 5 times but chickened out those same 5 times , when you finally initiated the kiss he was so embarrassed bc he wanted to do it 💔

uhm .. idk that’s it tell me if yall want more 😼

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DAMN, THAT ASS

pairing: nightwing x male reader synopsis: Being a hero is hard enough without having to constantly pretend you aren’t ogling your partner’s perfect ass every time he moves. Unfortunately, X-ray vision doesn’t come with an off switch and Nightwing doesn’t come with bad angles.

You’d been around the block with your fair share of awkward powers, but x-ray vision was the crown jewel in the “oh no” category—especially when it came to him.

Nightwing.

Dick Grayson.

The man was sculpted like some divine joke, and your traitorous eyes didn’t miss anything. It was bad enough that you could see every twitch of muscle under that skintight suit, but his ass? His perfect, crime-fighting, gravity-defying ass? It should’ve been illegal. You’d lost count of how many rooftop patrols had turned into silent, suffering thirst traps in your own head.

So you made a plan: avoid him. Act cool. Keep your eyes on literally anything else. Because if you didn’t, you were either going to combust or blurt something out that would make things very, very awkward.

The problem? Dick wasn’t stupid.

At first, he’d thought you were shy. Then he thought maybe you were just distracted. But as the weeks passed and your banter went from warm and easy to clipped and professional, the gears in his head started turning. He’d been working himself up to ask you out—hell, he thought you’d been flirting back. Now? You barely looked at him.

So, naturally, he cornered you.

It was after a mission, both of you in the locker room. You were busy pretending to sort through your gear, avoiding eye contact like it was life or death. Dick, still in half his suit, walked right up and planted himself in your space. “Did I do something?” His voice was low, steady—but you could hear the bite under it.

You swallowed, keeping your gaze firmly on the wall. “Nope.”

“That’s a lie,” he said, stepping closer. The scent of sweat and clean soap clung to him, his bare chest still glistening from exertion. “You’ve been dodging me for weeks.”

Your jaw flexed. “I’ve just been busy.”

“Bullshit.” He tilted his head, eyes sharp. “You’re avoiding me, and I want to know why. If I screwed up, tell me. Don’t just give me a cold shoulder and pretend I don't notice.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “It’s not that you screwed up, Grayson. It’s that my powers make it really hard to be around you without—” You cut yourself off, realizing you were about to confess that you’d seen everything.

Without missing a beat, he smirked. “Without what?”

Your pulse spiked. “Without getting distracted.”

Something flickered in his eyes—surprise, then slow, predatory amusement. He stepped in until his chest brushed yours, the heat of his body making your brain short-circuit. “Distracted by what exactly?”

You clenched your fists, eyes darting anywhere but him. “You know what.”

“Oh,” he said, grin widening. “I think I do.” His hand slid to your hip, pulling you closer. “You’ve got x-ray vision, right? So you’ve seen it.”

Your breath hitched. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” His voice was a low purr now. “You’ve been giving me the cold shoulder because you can’t stop thinking about me naked?”

That was all it took—weeks of pent up frustration snapped. The moment your lips crashed against his, Dick’s breath hitched in surprise, then melted into a deep, hungry groan. You didn’t give him room to breathe, one hand tangled in the short dark hair at the back of his head, the other gripping his bare hip and yanking him closer until he was straddling your lap completely.

You could feel him through the thin material of his suit bottoms, hard and pressing insistently against you. Every flex of his thighs sent your self-control spiraling.

“Fuck—” he gasped between kisses, pulling back just enough to smirk. “So this is what you’ve been avoiding?”

You didn’t answer. You just hooked your fingers into the waistband of his suit and yanked it down, revealing exactly what you’d been torturing yourself over for weeks. He was thick, flushed, and already dripping. Your smirk made him flush harder.

“Goddamn, Grayson,” you muttered, wrapping your hand around him and stroking slow just to watch him squirm. “You really have no idea what you’ve been doing to me.”

He bit his lip, hips bucking into your grip. “Then stop talking and—”

You shoved him back against the lockers mid-sentence, standing to tower over him. He didn’t even have time to protest before you were kissing him again, hard enough to make his head thunk against the metal. Your other hand slid down to cup the perfect curve of his ass—yes, the one you’d been obsessing over—and you grabbed a fistful of it as if staking a claim.

Dick groaned, his hands flying up to your shoulders, nails dragging down your back. You manhandled him onto the bench, pushing him to sit while you knelt between his spread knees.

The first slow drag of your tongue from base to tip had him throwing his head back, a strangled noise ripping from his throat. You wrapped your lips around him and sucked deep, bobbing your head until you could feel him throbbing against your tongue.

“Shit—fuck—” His fingers threaded into your hair, pulling tight, but you grabbed his wrists and pinned them to his sides. You set the pace, taking him in until your nose brushed his skin, pulling back just to watch his face twist with desperation.

When you finally pulled off, he was flushed, panting, and staring at you like he wanted to devour you. “Get up.” you ordered, voice rough.

He obeyed instantly. You shoved him forward, bending him over the bench. His bare ass was right there in front of you, perfect and infuriatingly tempting. You palmed it roughly, kneading, spreading him open until he shivered.

“Always knew it was perfect.” you muttered, and then you were spitting into your hand, slicking yourself up before pressing the tip against him. He looked over his shoulder, eyes blown wide, mouth parted in a needy gasp.

“Do it.” he breathed.

You pushed in slow, savoring the way his body stretched to take you, every inch sinking deeper until your hips were flush against him. He moaned, clutching the bench so hard his knuckles went white.

Once you were buried to the hilt, you didn’t hold back. Your hips snapped forward, hard and fast, each thrust making the bench creak under the force. Dick’s voice was a mess of gasps, moans, and broken curses, echoing off the tiled walls.

You leaned over him, one hand gripping his jaw and forcing his head back so you could kiss him while you fucked into him. “This what you wanted, Grayson? Weeks of teasing me for this?”

“Yes—fuck—harder.” he panted, pushing back against you.

You gave him exactly what he asked for, driving into him until your thighs burned. Every thrust hit deep, making him cry out. Your hand slid down to wrap around his cock, stroking in time with your hips until he was shaking under you.

“Gonna—fuck—I’m—”

“Do it.” you growled against his ear, pounding him through it. He came hard in your fist, spilling over your knuckles, body trembling. You didn’t stop, fucking him through his orgasm until you followed, spilling deep inside him with a groan.

You stayed there for a moment, both of you catching your breath, sweat-slick and shaking. Finally, you pulled out, watching your cum drip down his thighs before you smacked his ass, making him jolt.

“Next time,” you said, smirking as you grabbed his chin and kissed him again, “stop making me work so hard for it.”

He laughed breathlessly, still bent over. “Where’s the fun in that?”

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I was looking for references and stumbled across a series of paintings from 1930s by Soviet painter Alexander Samokhvalov called "The young women of metro construction"

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MY SHAYLAAA

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JC Leyendecker wenclair

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Never seen someone look so taken aback by a wrong answer

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Hello I wasn't sure if requests are open but I wanted to request something. How do you think Phainon, Mydei, and Anaxa (separately) would react to a vampire reader who's become addicted to their blood, due to them not being able to have any for a while, and the reader just pounces on him whenever they get desperate enough.

━━━━━━ A LITTLE BIT HARDER NOW.

𓏵 phainon x gn!reader , mydei x gn!reader , anaxa x gn!reader ♱ fluff , suggestive

⟡ ݁₊ . ˎˊ˗ that was so romantic bro. whenever I wake up im like “okay… i have requests to do” thats how much i love u all❤️❤️ also reader flirty asf for some reason and sub!anaxa bc we love it

♱ phainon!

phainon has no problem with you drinking his blood. if you’re surviving then that’s all he needs, but with his duties as a chrysos heir, he often forgets that you need blood to survive. it doesn’t help when the longer he’s away, the stronger your urges are. you didn’t wanna bother him by telling him to come asap for a quick sip of his blood.

you weren’t trying to be selfish — not one bit — but without phainon around to satisfy your desire for his blood, you start to become… a little uncanny? no one call blame you for being selfish this one time, you’re just trying to live and his blood keeps you on the edge due to how addictive it is. you didn’t want anyone else to have a taste of it.

when phainon does come home after a long week of being a hero, he’s shocked when the house seems empty and eerie. though, he shouldn’t be surprised. his partner is a vampire and—oh.

the realization hit phainon like a brick; you didn’t have his blood to keep you on the bay. creeping up the stairs and slowly opening the door, shutting it quietly behind him. he saw you curled up in your shared bed with his button up shirt. phainon was barely able to let a word out before he was tackled to the ground with a yelp.

he felt the collar of his black undershirt being tugged down, phainon’s hands shutting up to hold you still, “wait!” you paused with a narrowed look, fangs inches away from piercing his skin. you leaned back with a pointed look, the desire to just drink every drop of his blood being held back, “phainon,”

the heir swallowed a gulp of saliva, no matter how many times you’ve drunk his blood, phainon will never get used to the intensity of it.

“…please.” the pleading in your voice made phainon’s hands grip onto your waist tighter before nodding slowly, seeing pleasure glimmer into your eyes. he prepared himself, moving his head to the side to give you access as a shaky breath left his mouth.

you just chuckled against his throat, “relax, cutie.” phainon felt you lick at a spot between his shoulder and neck, shivering underneath the feeling, “aren’t you used to it by now?” phainon was about to shake his head before he realized you were still there, “no. it’s still,” another shaky sigh, “a bit intense.”

you grinned against his neck, “should’ve remembered that before you disappeared without leaving me a drop of your blood, huh?” and with that you sunk your fangs into his neck, phainon tensing up underneath you and lightly squirming with a whimper.

the intensity he was talking about confusing the line between pleasure and pain as he felt himself slip through the pleasure of it all. it was intimate, it was hot, it had phainon holding you closer with a sigh. maybe it wasn’t so bad to leave you like this.

♱ mydei!

mydei was a bit more… closed off? it’s not like he wasn’t bothered by it, he knew you needed it to survive but why him? so when you explained to him that it was a lot more deep and intimate if you drank from someone you loved, he doesn’t mind. just give him a heads-up instead of just scaring him with a nibble to his nape.

like phainon, he’s a chrysos heir and the crowned prince of castrum kremnos, mydei’s often busy but he makes sure you’re surviving throughout the day by giving you some of his blood. the only time his ever forgotten was when he and phainon were in a tuff competition that made mydei completely forget about your daily intake for his blood.

the entire day, you were wondering if he had forgotten or you were just greedy as hell. you were addicted to his blood, like terribly so, but who could blame you? if the blood you were drinking from came from someone you love, it just tastes sweeter, better than most blood.

the desire was breaching past your rationality, snapping yourself back into reality when you found yourself dreaming about keeping mydei inside so you can just drink his blood. that’s how bad its gotten, and you never want it to get this bad again.

when mydei finally comes home at the brink of night, he’s surprised when you come out the shadows and pin him against the wall, fangs inches away from his neck until you leaned up to his ears, “where the hell were you?” mydei blinked, still processing your sudden sneak attack before he looked down to where you were buried into his neck.

the scent of his blood just underneath the sweet skin of his made you shiver, saliva piling up as you swallowed the urge down, waiting for his consent.

“i… forgot. i’m sorry.” mydei’s neck tickled when you just let out a breathy chuckle, nudging your nose against the skin of his neck, “so you wouldn’t mind me taking a bit more, right?” he hesitated, juggling his decision before nodding, it’d be fair right? plus, you always took care of him the next day.

“always so willing to please, mydei. how cute.” you grinned before biting down onto his neck, relishing the intoxicating scent and taste, letting out a satisfied sigh. mydei, on the otherhand, held his breath, releasing a shaky breath. every time you do this, mydei remembers why you said it’s so much more intimate, because it is.

maybe he likes this side of you.

♱ anaxa!

anaxa’s was a bit more hesitant before he reluctantly agreed to it. he said that he can get information on your species in exchange for his blood, and you agreed. it didn’t bother you, really, you knew anaxa’s thirst for knowledge and he knew your thirst for blood, it was a fair trade. he hasn’t forgotten his part in this exchange, neither did you, but you know his schedule.

he’s one of the seven sages, a professor, a chrysos heir — a ton of buttfuck occupations. anaxa’s schedule is busy, so you’re not surprised when he comes home late, you can hold out for a little longer. but it doesn’t help when you’ve become disgustingly addicted to his blood.

anaxa doesn’t really notice that sometimes you’ll drink more of your share but even if he did, he doesn’t point it out. he somewhat likes your greedy side, he keeps it in mind whenever he thinks you were being a tad bit more ‘annoying,’ his words not mine. but he doesn’t do it often nor does he forget.

the one time he does forget is when he finds himself waking up on his desk before realizing he spent the entire day at the grove, grading papers. anaxa then realizes that because he didn’t come home, you’re probably withering in pain due to not having a sip.

he comes home a bit wary…

which is excusable when you tackle him onto the bed, hands pinned above his head with your teeth start nibbling onto his neck, collar pulled down just a bit, “you’re a fucking asshole.” you insulted against his neck, pupils turning into slits when you smelt his blood.

anaxa holds in a shaky exhale, narrowing his eyes at your head, “and you’re not?” you scoffed and leaned back, a unamused expression on your face as you stared down at him, “don’t be a smartass.” anaxa raised an eyebrow, “that’ll be a hard request.” clicking your tongue, you released his wrists, and unbuttoned his collar with a ‘stupid’ under your breath.

anaxa was gonna open his mouth before you lowered yourself back to his neck, finding himself unable to say anything remotely offensive, “shut up. you didn’t come home yesterday and you think you can be your usually uptight self? titans, you do need to get laid…” anaxa bit his lips when you finally bit down.

gods, it was so intimate. the way your hands shrugged off his caplet to hold the skin he hid away from everyone’s eyes, the way you dug closer into his body like you wanted to fuse with him. everything about it made anaxa hold onto his breath to make sure a sigh of pleasure didn’t leave his mouth.

maybe, just maybe he’ll leave you desperate like this again.

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Who’s your best friend inside the F1 paddock? You’re going to upset someone with this answer...

Ollie: would say Gabi Bortoleto. We live very close [to each other], we see each other a lot and spend a lot of time together. He’s a great guy. We fight on track and laugh off the track as well.

You’ll be pleased to know that Gabi said you as well…

Really? Ahh.

You and Max Verstappen…

I’ll take that! That’s good.

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Damon Hill plays guitar 🎸

Is there any relations in the hand eye coordination?

Damon: No, I hope not, because I should be a lot better!

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god they're so fucking weird about each other it's incredible

grill the grid episode 1 is out! lando is reacting to being told who he's looking at isn't oscar, while oscar is talking about lando's "beard era!" also we have lando using "osc" <3