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THIS IS HOW IT FELT LIKE TO CHECK YOUR BLOG AND BE IMMEDIATELY BLASTED BY MULTIPLE PEAK ART???? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, SCREAMING SO LOUDLY SCREAMING SO LOUDLY EHEHWBBWBBWBWBWBW💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖(also I'm very happy that you're alright and to see you, peanut!!! Hope you're doing well💖💖💖)

My fucking. Au . i just cannot stop putting them into situations man. MY SHIT CHUD DOOKIES.

premise is just dm and pt get locked in a housing contract and have 2 live in a studio apt together and then newborn lp randomly shows up on their doorstep one day . yeah

[kathlare]

Omgg I love your stories so much!! Would you ever consider having Amelie feature in the new f1 movie for example like Tate McRae’s song!! Also will you be writing the movie premiere of the New York Show!! LOVE YOU

Omg!! Thank you so, so much — this means the world! 😭💕 I absolutely loved the idea, and I’m so excited to say that the chapter from the F1 movie premiere in New York is finally here!! 🎬✨

Thank you for waiting so patiently and for sharing such an amazing idea. I really hope you enjoy it — and as always, if you have more requests, I’m all ears! 💌 LOVE YOU!! 💕🏁

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Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie and Lando travel to New York for the F1 movie premiere, sharing quiet moments and playful banter between the chaos of airports and interviews.

Wordcount: 6.2 k

Warnings: smut

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June 19th, 2025 - New York City, NY

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f1: All aboard for #F1TheMovie #F1

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racequeen_24: pilots on fleek, vibes on point 😎✈️ → turbo_tiff: @racequeen_24 literally the coolest squad on a plane rn

fastlane_fan: team principals be like “where’s my popcorn?” 🍿😂 → pitstop_pete: @fastlane_fan gotta keep the drama on screen, not on the plane lol

grid_guru: nyc premiere bouta be legendary, can’t wait to see the fits and tea ☕👀 → vibecheck_vinny: @grid_guru fashion police ready to report 🚨💅

speedster_sam: hope they have snacks, those F1 nerves gotta be real right now 🍫😅 → trackside_tina: @speedster_sam best believe they packed those emergency snacks, it’s a whole vibe

speedqueen45: squad goals on fleek 😍✈️ → f1nerd123: @speedqueen45 facts, this is the ultimate flex

madsauce: lol does anyone else lowkey wanna be a driver just for the plane rides? ✈️🔥 → gridgirlxoxo: @madsauce same, travel goals AF

pitstopprincess: who else is praying for a cameo in the movie?? 🙋‍♀️🎬

ameliecrazy: can’t wait to see lanmelie walking the red carpet 👀💖 → norisimp: @ameliecrazy they’re gonna break the internet again

f1trash: y’all worried about the movie or just here for the drama on the plane? 🤡

racequeen33: F1 squad looking 🔥 AF on that plane → speedjunkie99: @racequeen33 mood! can’t wait for the premiere vibes

lanmelove_23: lando lowkey flexing that business class life 🤑 → norrislove_24: @lanmelove_23 only the best for our boyyy

ameliesarmy: and where’s our girl tho? waiting for her cameo on the red carpet 👀 → lanmelie_fanatic: @ameliesarmy she’s gonna slay, no doubt 💅🔥

lanmelie_forever: honestly this trip is just another excuse for lando to stare at amelie all night 😍

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Lando shifted slightly in his business class seat, the hum of the plane steady around him as the credits of the movie rolled across the screen. He hadn’t been watching closely—his eyes flicking occasionally to the window, the clouds, her.

Amelie.

Curled into the blanket beside him, her cheek resting on the little pillow she'd smuggled from her dressing room at the paddock. She was deep asleep, lashes brushing the tops of her cheeks, one hand loosely holding onto his hoodie like she needed the tether. Her ponytail had loosened slightly during the flight, a few strands curling near her temple. The orange sleep mask she’d originally worn was now tucked in her lap like a forgotten toy. Her red hoodie—stolen from his suitcase, obviously—was too big on her, and he could see the edge of the crop top underneath when she shifted, mumbling something in her sleep that sounded suspiciously like “fuck you, Benny.”

Lando smiled softly.

He didn’t know how she always managed to look like this—serene and chaotic all at once.

The captain’s voice came over the intercom: “Cabin crew, prepare for landing in New York.”

The plane jolted slightly as the landing gear engaged. All around them, people began to stir. The rustling of bags and the quiet stretching of bodies filled the cabin as the plane started its descent.

Lando leaned toward her, brushing the back of his fingers gently against her cheek.

—Ames,— he murmured. —Hey, baby. Wake up. We’re landing.—

She stirred, brow scrunching a little before her eyes fluttered open in confusion.

—Huh...?— she blinked a few times, disoriented, looking around. —Where... wait, are we...?—

—New York,— he said with a soft grin. —You slept through the whole flight.—

Amelie blinked again before a sleepy smile spread across her face. She reached up and cupped his jaw with her hand, pulling him in for a lazy, warm kiss. —Hi.—

—Hi,— Lando whispered against her lips.

Around them, people were moving. Charles was standing to grab his jacket, Toto was already halfway down the aisle, and someone was complaining about their AirPods being stolen. But Lando didn’t care. Not when she looked at him like that.

—You good to stand?— he asked, brushing her hair back behind her ear.

—Mmhmm. Just give me a second. Legs are still dead.—

He chuckled, standing first and reaching for both his and her carry-ons from the overhead bin. He didn't even let her reach for hers.

—Lan, I can carry my...—

—Nope,— he cut in, already slinging both bags over his shoulder. —Let me be the gentleman today. You already stole my hoodie.—

—You gave me that hoodie.—

—Under threat of emotional blackmail.—

She grinned.

They stepped off the plane together, greeted by the usual border control maze. A few airport staff were already waiting to escort the F1 group through the VIP lane, but even then, the lines split once they reached immigration.

—Ugh,— Amelie groaned. —I forgot we have to separate here.—

—You’d think by now they’d just give me an American passport from all the damn time I’ve spent here,— Lando muttered.

Amelie snorted. —You’d be a chaos American. I’m not sure I trust you with that power.—

She squeezed his hand and stepped into the U.S. Citizens line. He gave her a tiny, lopsided smile and moved to the foreigners' side, joining the other drivers and crew in the longer queue.

She was waved forward almost immediately.

The officer behind the desk barely glanced up before taking her passport.

—Purpose of visit?—

—Work.—

He stamped her passport and handed it back.

—Welcome back home.—

The words hit differently than she expected.

Home.

For years, New York had been just that. The place where she lived, worked, built everything. But now? Now it was a place she visited. A memory, a version of herself she’d outgrown but hadn’t fully left behind. And yet, standing there with her suitcase and that ache in her chest, she realized… it still mattered.

She stepped to the side, eyes scanning the crowd until she saw him again—Lando, finally making his way through immigration, dragging both carry-ons and looking thoroughly unimpressed with the wait. She smiled to herself.

A security escort handed them their checked bags as they reunited, pushing a small cart with ease.

—Did you order a car?— Lando asked as they neared the exit.

—Yeah… sort of.—

He glanced at her sideways. —Sort of? What does that mean?—

But before she could answer, a loud squeal echoed through the arrivals terminal.

—MEELS!—

Amelie barely turned before someone crashed into her with full force, nearly toppling her over.

—Shit, Minnie!— Amelie laughed breathlessly as her best friend’s arms squeezed around her in a tight hug.

Lando grinned, watching the scene unfold. —So that’s the ‘sort of.’—

Lando chuckled softly, the weight of the flight and the race weekend momentarily easing as Minnie’s infectious energy filled the space between them.

—Hey, Lan!— Minnie said, pulling back just enough to grin at him. —Still annoying as hell, I see.—

—Only for you, Min.— He winked, then shifted the bags on the cart with a smirk. —You know, I could say the same about you.—

Minnie laughed, rolling her eyes but clearly pleased. —Yeah, yeah. Anyway, I’m driving you two back to Ames’s place. Thought I’d save you the hassle.—

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ameliesvibes: 🚨BREAKING🚨 Amelie just dropped a NYC story and yep, she’s here for the F1 Movie premiere! 💫✨ Get ready for major glam and all the Lanmelie feels on the red carpet! 🎬❤️

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f1_lanmelie: she’s in nyc and my heart is too 💥 → norrisbaby24: @f1_lanmelie the energy of this queen in the city never changes 😍

sunset_simp: nyc just got 10x hotter with ames here 🔥

speedy_simp: bro lando probably practicing his “i’m so cool” face for the premiere 😎 → norrisnuts: @speedy_simp bro it’s permanent at this point, born with it

speed_demon45: ames in nyc and my heart is racing faster than landos car 😩🔥

trackqueen: lando better be there to catch her when she walks that red carpet 🙌💅 → racefan_101: @trackqueen facts, he’s prob like “that’s my girl” lowkey flexing on everyone 😎

melonhead123: no way ames is out here stealing all the spotlight again 👀💫

lanmelieupdates: she’s in NEW YORKKKKKKKK 😭😭😭 premiere date night loading

lanmelie4life: LANDO U BETTER BE READY TO COMBUST SHE’S LOOKING TOO GOOD FOR NY → mclarenwifey: @lanmelie4life he’s 100% gonna trip on the carpet staring at her

gridgirlies: she said ✨main character energy✨ and hopped on a plane → lanfan99: @gridgirlies red carpet gonna turn into HER runway i fear

softforlan: she’s about to make that man forget how to breathe again 😭 → amesnation: @softforlan his sim card is FRIED already

amez4ever: this is NOT gonna be a premiere it’s gonna be a public thirst display → maxmode: @amez4ever i already hear pierre making jokes 😭

lanxamesupdates: if we don’t get a photo of them tonight i will riot → drivergf: @lanxamesupdates not a blurry pap pic, a FULL glam pic or nothing.

sugarf1baby: mother has entered new york 😍

dramainthepaddock: LANDO U BETTER MATCH HER ENERGY TONIGHT → smoothop_norris: @dramainthepaddock he’s showing up with his curls freshly styled i just KNOW it → maxfewmode: @dramainthepaddock this is not an outfit competition but if it was… he’s already losing 😭

lanfan88: am i mentally prepared for a lanmelie red carpet? absolutely not

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Lando was lounging on the edge of the bed, checking his phone when the knock came. The McLaren PR team. Right on time.

He pulled himself to the door, brushing a hand down the creases of his navy sweatpants and dark red Montreal crewneck. When he opened it, camera in hand and sound equipment already humming, he gave a crooked smile and waved them in.

—Hey, come in,— he said, brushing a curl out of his forehead. —And, uh, sorry about the mismatched outfit. Amelie stole the matching hoodie. She’s got it on in the room next door right now. So, I’m the leftover half of the set.—

He shrugged like he didn’t mind (he didn’t), and waved towards the rest of the room where the glam team was already waiting. They clipped a mic to the collar of his shirt as he shuffled out of the room briefly, only to return a moment later in crisp dress pants and a sharp, tailored white shirt. He sank down into the chair, brushing hair out of his eyes as one of the stylists started fixing the waves and another dabbed concealer along the edges of tired skin.

It was routine. Calm. Until the door clicked and she walked in.

Amelie.

A fucking vision.

A striking, deep-red midi dress that molded to every curve, a high neckline and a hint of semi-sheer fabric that gave it an edge of timeless and modern. The length fell just past her knees, making the classic black heels she wore click sharply across the floor. Her hair was pulled into a sleek mid-ponytail, brushing the sharp angles of her jawline, and the makeup was soft and precise, making those big eyes glow.

For a moment, Lando forgot how to breathe.

—Fuuuuck…— he exhaled dramatically, dropping the hair clip he’d been holding. —Are you trying to kill me, Ames? What the hell is this?!—

Amelie stopped mid-step, blinking, a shy smile tugging at the corner of her mouth until she spotted the camera hovering nearby. The shy smile widened into an apologetic one as she waved quickly at the lens.

—Uh… hi,— she said quietly, brushing a hand down the fabric of her dress like she didn’t know what to do with herself.

Lando was already out of the chair, brushing away the stylist for a moment, crossing the room in a few long strides. He pulled her closer by the waist and pressed a quick, soft kiss to her lips.

—Are you leaving already?— he asked, brushing a knuckle along the line of her jaw.

Amelie glanced towards the camera and shrugged slightly, brushing hair from her temple. —Yeah. Red carpet with Laura and Hannah. We have the pre-show in like… twenty minutes.—

Lando tilted his head slightly, brushing a strand of hair away from her ear. —Nervous?—

Amelie shrugged again, a shy glance towards the PR team making her voice drop. —A little bit. Just… lot of people tonight, I guess.—

He noticed the way she tightened slightly when she glanced at the camera and then waved a hand sharply towards the PR team. —Right, um… give us a second, okay?—

They didn’t hesitate. They gave him a quick nod and stepped towards the hallway, camera dropping slightly as the door clicked shut, leaving the couple in the quiet common area of their suite.

Lando watched the door shut and immediately sank down beside Amelie, brushing the back of her hand with his fingers until she met his gaze.

—Hey,— he said softly, brushing a thumb across the curve of her palm. —What’s going on in that pretty head? You’re okay?—

Amelie smiled, brushing hair from her forehead, exhaling slowly. —Yeah. I’m okay. Just… it’s different, you know? Being the one doing the interviews tonight, making sure it’s right. It’s like… the first time in ages I’m not the one being asked questions, and that’s making me more nervous than I thought.—

Lando shifted closer, brushing a hand down the side of her arm until it landed securely at her waist. —Ames, you’re a bloody pro. They picked you for this because you’re sharp as fuck, and you have this thing… people just wanna open up when you ask questions. You’re gonna kill it tonight.—

Her smile softened, brushing noses with him for a second. —That means a lot, Lan. Thanks.—

—Of course.— He pressed a slow, deep kiss to her lips, brushing a hand down the line of her spine like he could stamp the moment on both of them. When he pulled back, brushing a kiss to the tip of her nose, his voice was teasing and soft. —And when you’re on that carpet tonight, making every other interviewer wonder why the fuck you’re better than them, I’ll be down the line just hoping you ask me a question. Might save a wink for you, too.—

Amelie giggled, brushing a hand down the fabric of his shirt, brushing imaginary wrinkles from the crisp material. —Yeah? Might have to ask you about that race, Mr. Norris. Or maybe about this shirt that doesn’t match your sweatpants from earlier.—

He winked, brushing a knuckle down her jaw. —If you ask, I’ll tell you everything, baby. Even why I stole your favorite hoodie this morning.—

Amelie smiled as she pressed a quick kiss to his lips, brushing herself down as she stood. —Alright. Try not to break the microphone or flirt too much with the PR team while I’m gone, okay?—

Lando grinned, brushing a hand down the sleek line of her dress one last time. —Wouldn’t dream of it, Ames. Go be a star tonight. I’ll be right behind you, trying to get your attention like a total idiot. As usual.—

Amelie waved over her shoulder, grinning as she pulled the door open. —That’s how you got mine the first time, Lan. Might work a second time too.—

The door clicked shut, and Lando sank down in the chair, brushing both hands through his curls, grinning like an idiot as the PR team poked their heads back in.

He shrugged, brushing an imaginary bead of sweat from his forehead. —Alright, let’s do this. But someone save me a bloody drink for after, yeah? I’m gonna need it when I have to watch my girl kill it tonight.—

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f1insidergossip: Amelie Dayman, Laura Winter & Hannah Berner taking over the mic tonight 🎤✨ The trio are set to host the F1 Movie premiere in New York and it’s already serving pure chaos and glam!! 🍸🏁

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speedynorris: Amelie making a red carpet her runway!! 👑 → daymanluvrr: @speedynorris Lando’s jaw on the floor somewhere

f1t4smr: Amelie with a mic is dangerous!! Protect the drivers 😂 → gossipgriddd: @f1t4smr she’s about to ask Lando why he can’t brake properly 💀

lanmelieshipper: why am I expecting Amelie to interview Lando like she doesn’t kiss him every night 😭 → monacomush: @lanmelieshipper ‘and how’s the girlfriend?’ “she’s standing right here” LMAOO

papayaspotter: Amelie in interviewer mode? Lando better be ready 😳 → f1wagsfan: @papayaspotter he’s already rehearsing in the mirror 🤣

lanmelie4ever: Amelie with a mic? Lando’s about to forget how to speak 😂

speedtrapszn: Amelie roasting every driver tonight except Lando… watch. → papayafever: @speedtrapszn she goes ‘Lando can do no wrong’ then grills the rest 😂

f1papwalk: Amelie looking like she’s gonna steal the whole spotlight!! → vroomdayman: @f1papwalk Lando already accepting defeat like “she wins every race” 🧡

papayakissclub: Amelie interviewing Lando tonight… the room will explode from cuteness!!

daymanluvrr: Amelie + a microphone = chaos confirmed 😂 → papayadr3ams: @daymanluvrr Lando in the background like “you’re doing amazing sweetie”

tracksidegoss: Amelie and Laura are about to roast every driver tonight and I’m here for it 🍷 → speedtrapszn: @tracksidegoss Lando gonna try to hide and fail miserably

lanmeliefiles: Amelie interviewing Lando be like “how do u balance being a race car driver and being obsessed with ur girlfriend?” 🥺 → f1t4smr: @lanmeliefiles “well, she doesn’t let me forget” 😭

daymanclub: Amelie making the whole paddock fall in love tonight just like she made Lando fall in love with her 😌

lightsout44: Amelie interviewing Lando tonight = best content we didn’t know we needed 😂 → papayakids: @lightsout44 she’s gonna roast him live and I’m here for it

lanmelie4ever: Amelie with a mic is the biggest flex of the paddock rn 🙌 → tracksidegem: @lanmelie4ever Lando better behave or she’ll expose him 😭

vroomiezz: Amelie + Laura + Hannah = holy trinity of F1 press 👑 → quicklapzz: @vroomiezz the drivers are NOT ready!!

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The premiere was electric — Times Square bathed in lights, screens looping dramatic trailers of the F1 movie, and fans packed tight behind barricades, their cheers and camera flashes a constant soundtrack. Amelie stood alongside Laura Winter at their designated interview spot, the F1 logo gleaming behind them. She took a breath, adjusting her earpiece, smoothing the skirt of her deep red dress — the same one that had made Lando nearly short-circuit earlier. The nerves were there, but excitement crackled stronger.

—Okay, next up… Lando Norris,— Laura murmured beside her, already spotting him weaving through the crowd of team PR, media, and flashing cameras.

Amelie’s heart skipped a beat as Lando approached, dressed sharp as ever — black tailored suit, no tie, crisp white shirt slightly undone at the collar. He had that easy grin, the one that always got her in trouble.

First, he leaned in to kiss Laura on both cheeks — polite, charming. But then his eyes locked on Amelie’s, and the mischief was immediate. His smile turned almost boyish, his gaze lingering a little too long as the cheers from the barricades swelled.

Without hesitation, he stepped closer. His hand found her waist, tugging her in just enough. Before she could react, he dipped his head and pressed a soft kiss to her lips — quick, sweet, but full of intent. The crowd lost it — thousands of screams, phones flashing wildly.

Amelie laughed, pulling back, her cheeks flushed. —You’re impossible,— she muttered, amusement shining in her eyes.

Lando just winked, stepping back to his mark between the two women. —Couldn’t help myself,— he said, voice low enough that only they could hear. —You’re way too gorgeous tonight.—

Laura, fighting a grin, gestured to the camera crew that they were live.

—Alright, Lando, thanks for joining us— Laura began, professional despite the obvious energy between him and Amelie. —Big night, big premiere. What’s it like seeing F1 brought to the big screen like this?—

Lando slipped smoothly into media mode, though his eyes kept flicking to Amelie. —It’s surreal, honestly. We see the sport so up close, but seeing it like this — the story, the action, the emotion — it’s insane. I think fans are going to love it.—

Amelie tried to stay focused, but he wasn’t making it easy. Every now and then he’d glance sideways, pulling a face just subtle enough to make her bite back a smile. Once, he wiggled his brows when Laura wasn’t looking.

She cleared her throat, determined. —Lando, how do you feel the film captured the driver experience? Anything that made you go, “Yeah, that’s spot on”?—

He grinned, eyes softening. —There’s this one scene, no spoilers, but it’s about the moments right before lights out. The nerves, the quiet, the way everything else fades out. That hit hard. And…— He paused, glancing her way again. —There’s also the bit about the people who stick by you through the chaos. I felt that one too.—

Amelie’s heart tugged, but she kept it professional, even as her smile turned genuine.

The rest of the interview flew by — Lando playfully dodging Laura’s question about any on-set cameos, throwing in jokes that had Amelie stifling giggles, and making the fans scream again with a wink at the camera just before they wrapped.

As they signed off and the crew shifted focus, Lando leaned in close again, voice warm at her ear.

—You were amazing,— he said. —Told you you’d kill it.—

Amelie turned toward him, smirking. —And you were a menace. But thanks.—

He grinned. —You love it.—

—Unfortunately, yeah. I do.—

Before the next guest could approach, Lando squeezed her waist one last time, shooting her a wink before stepping off, leaving her heart racing and her face aching from trying not to smile like an idiot.

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f1babygirl: LANDO fixing his hair like she hasn’t seen that mess every morning 😭

papayakiss: Amelie interviewing Lando is like watching ur besties flirt on live tv 🍿 → lanmelie4ever: @papayakiss and we’re EATING IT UP!!

papayababe: that waist grab?? the wink?? goodbye. → landoslut: @papayababe he said “you’re mine” on LIVE tv

amessupreme: ames trying not to smile like an idiot the whole time = RELATABLE → lanmelieluv: @amessupreme like girl same 😂

racebabesx: laura holding the mic like “ok enough foreplay” 💀 → pitlanesimp: @racebabesx she was third wheeling SO hard

4amthoughtz: “you were amazing” NO YOU were amazing for making the whole internet combust like that 😭 → landosgirly: @4amthoughtz this man knows EXACTLY what he’s doing!!

mclarenf1fanatic: him making the crowd scream every 5 seconds like??? KING BEHAVIOUR 👑

midnightraces_: ames being PROFESSIONAL and he’s just 😈 making faces every chance he gets

f1chaoscorner: the wink at the end?? my man said “claiming my girl” in 4k → lanmeliefever: @f1chaoscorner and we’re eating it UP!! 😩

landosmilf: him brushing her waist like it’s a reflex?! I’M DECEASED → amelieisqueen: @landosmilf the way she blushed!! stop it!!

papayacrush: laura trying to stay professional while these two flirt like it’s date night 😂 → tracksidecutie: @papayacrush laura said ‘let me work pls’

dr3amlanmelie: the wink?! THE WAIST GRAB?! THEY’RE ENDGAME 😭 → lightsoutlandos: @dr3amlanmelie this is their roman empire

nochillf1fan: ames trying NOT to smile like an idiot… fail successful 😂

papayadrift: THEY’RE SO CUTE I NEED TO SCREAM → landoscarspins: @papayadrift this is the energy we deserve!!!

speedchasing_: when he said “there’s also the bit about people who stick by you” and LOOKED AT HER?!?? I SCREAMED. → lanlovers_: @speedchasing_ he was talking about HER you can’t tell me otherwise 😩

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The afterparty was a vibrant cacophony of thumping bass, mingling voices, and clinking glasses. The main ballroom of the swanky hotel was transformed into a sleek, neon-lit lounge, crowded with drivers, team principals, celebrities, and media, all celebrating the F1 movie's successful premiere. Amelie, still in her deep red dress, found herself surrounded by a whirlwind of conversation, laughter, and camera flashes, but her attention kept snagging on Lando across the room.

He was holding court near the bar, laughing with Carlos Sainz, looking even more effortlessly handsome with his suit jacket off and his sleeves rolled up. Every now and then, his eyes would cut through the crowd, find hers, and a knowing smile would pass between them – a private current in the buzzing atmosphere.

Amelie tried to engage in conversation, but the energy of the room, combined with the lingering thrill from their red carpet moment, made it hard to focus. She felt Lando’s gaze on her, a persistent warmth that made her skin tingle.

Eventually, he started making his way towards her, subtly excusing himself from various conversations. As he drew closer, the noise of the party seemed to fade, replaced by the thrum of her own heartbeat.

—Finally,— he said, his voice a low, teasing murmur as he reached her side. He leaned in, his hand gently finding the small of her back, the heat of his palm seeping through the fabric of her dress. —This party is good, but it's getting in the way of what I actually want to do.—

Amelie's cheeks flushed, but she met his gaze, a playful challenge in her eyes. —Oh really? And what's that, Lando?—

His grin widened, mischievous and undeniably alluring. —Something involving you, me, and a little less... audience.— His eyes flicked around the crowded room, a hint of impatience in their depths.

Lando’s hand tightened subtly on her back, his thumb tracing small circles on her skin. —Come on,— he murmured, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her stomach flutter.

Amelie didn't need to be asked twice. The unspoken promise in his gaze was intoxicating. She allowed him to guide her, his touch firm and possessive, through the labyrinth of revelers. They moved past clusters of laughing guests, discreetly avoiding direct eye contact with anyone who might try to intercept them. The thumping bass of the music slowly faded behind them as Lando led her away from the main ballroom, down a less-lit corridor that branched off towards the hotel's quieter service areas.

—Where are we going?— Amelie whispered, a thrill of anticipation mixing with the forbidden excitement of their clandestine escape.

He glanced back at her, his grin widening, a glint of pure mischief in his eyes. —Somewhere we won't be interrupted. Somewhere I can actually finish what I started on the red carpet.—

Her heart pounded in her chest, a frantic drumbeat against her ribs. She knew exactly what he meant. He pushed open a heavy, unmarked door, revealing a dimly lit service corridor lined with various cleaning carts and storage units. The air was cool and still, a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos of the afterparty. He quickly pulled her through the doorway, letting the door swing shut behind them with a soft click that muffled the distant sounds of the party.

They were in a small, forgotten alcove, tucked away from prying eyes. The only light came from a flickering fluorescent tube overhead, casting long shadows. It wasn't glamorous, but in that moment, it felt impossibly intimate.

Lando didn't waste a second. He turned to her, his hands immediately finding her waist, pulling her flush against his body. The scent of his cologne, a mix of crisp citrus and warm musk, enveloped her, making her head swim.

—God, Amelie,— he breathed, his voice rough with barely suppressed desire. His head dipped, and before she could even register the movement, his lips claimed hers in a desperate, bruising kiss.

It was everything she had been craving since that teasing peck on the red carpet. His mouth moved over hers with an insistent hunger, demanding a response she eagerly gave. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until she felt herself dizzy with the intensity of it. His hands slid from her waist, roaming up her back, pressing her tighter against him, leaving no space between their bodies.

The kiss grew more fervent, more all-consuming. Amelie moaned softly into his mouth as his tongue teased hers, igniting a fire that spread rapidly through her veins. Her legs felt weak, threatening to give way beneath her.

Suddenly, Lando broke the kiss, a ragged breath escaping his lips. His eyes, dark with a potent mixture of lust and adoration, burned into hers in the dim light. He couldn't hold back anymore.

Without a word, he scooped her up into his arms. Amelie let out a surprised gasp, her hands flying to his shoulders for balance. Her legs, clad in the elegant red dress, instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling her even higher, fitting her body perfectly against his.

He didn't hesitate. His head dipped again, but this time, his lips weren't on her mouth. Instead, hot, open-mouthed kisses trailed down her jawline, sending shivers racing through her. He found the sensitive skin of her neck, pressing fervent, almost bruising kisses there, eliciting a soft whimper from her.

—Fuck, Amelie,— he mumbled against her skin, his voice thick with desire, his hands gripping her thighs, pressing her even closer to him. —You have no idea what you do to me.—

Amelie was indeed going nuts. Every kiss on her neck sent a jolt through her, her body arching into his, her hands clutching at his shoulders. —Lando… oh, Lando…— she moaned, his name a desperate plea escaping her lips. The thrill of it, the forbidden nature of their tryst, made her dizzy. But a sliver of practicality cut through the haze of desire. They couldn’t be gone for hours. Someone would notice.

—Lando, wait,— she whispered, her voice breathless, her fingers pressing against his jaw, trying to pull his head up. —We… we can’t. Not for long. You have to be quick.—

The words, though laced with urgency, only seemed to fuel his desire. He pulled his head back, his eyes still blazing in the dim light. A shadow of a smile played on his lips, a mixture of amusement and raw hunger. He carefully lowered her, letting her feet touch the ground, but he kept her hips pressed against his, their bodies still intimately connected.

His hands, quick and practiced, slid under the hem of her dress. Amelie gasped, a thrill shooting through her as his warm fingers brushed against her bare skin. He didn't hesitate, finding the delicate lace of her panties. With a swift tug, he pulled them down, guiding them over her hips, and discreetly slipped them off, letting them fall to the floor in a silent heap.

Before she could even process the sudden liberation, he scooped her up again, her legs instantly wrapping around his waist, her bareness now pressed against the fine fabric of his trousers. His mouth was back on hers, kissing her with a renewed fervor, deeper and more demanding than before.

As he kissed her, his free hand moved to the waistband of his dress pants. With practiced ease, he unbuttoned them, the sound almost swallowed by their fervent kisses. He pushed the fabric down, his tailored trousers and boxers following in one smooth motion, pooling around his ankles. He adjusted her slightly, guiding himself into position, the heat of him pressing against her.

He pulled back just inches from her lips, his breath ragged, his eyes boring into hers. —You need to be silent, Amelie,— he whispered, his voice a low, urgent growl, before he began to push forward.

He moved slowly, agonizingly so. Amelie gasped, her breath catching in her throat as he began to slide inside her, a long, deliberate movement. She was, as always, impossibly tight. The sensation was overwhelming, a glorious friction that sent a fresh wave of shivers through her body. She instinctively tightened around him, a silent plea for more, for all of him.

Lando groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated against her. He paused, fully buried, letting them both adjust to the exquisite pressure. He leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes closed for a moment as he savored the feeling. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her firmly against him.

—Please, Lando,— Amelie whispered, her voice a desperate, pleading rasp, barely audible. —Faster. Please.— She bit down on her lip, trying to contain the urges screaming through her.

He opened his eyes, a devilish smirk playing on his lips, though his eyes were still heavy with desire. —Faster, baby? You know what happens if I go faster.— His voice was a low tease, a challenge. —You’re gonna moan, mi amor. And we can’t have that, can we, good girl?—

He started to move again, still achingly slow, a deliberate, torturous pace that had her writhing against him, desperate for release. Each slow, deep thrust was pure agony and pure bliss, making her muscles clench around him.

—Please, Lando, please— she begged again, her voice a choked whisper, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the sheer frustration and building pleasure. She pushed her hips against him, trying to urge him on, her nails digging lightly into his shoulders.

He leaned in, kissing her forehead, then her temple, his breath warm against her ear. —Easy, preciosa. Be a good girl. Just a little more. You want to get caught?— He pulled back slightly, then pushed in deep again, slow and deliberate, watching her face as she struggled to keep her moans silent. His control was absolute, and she hated and adored him for it.

But the slow pace was driving Lando just as crazy. The exquisite tightness of Amelie around him, her desperate pleas, the delicious friction – it was pushing him to his absolute limit. A guttural growl escaped his throat, a sound of pure strain. His eyes, fixed on her flushed face, were dark with the struggle for control.

—Damn it, Amelie,— he breathed, his voice raw, losing the teasing edge entirely. —You’re too much, mi amor.—

With that, his control snapped. The slow, deliberate movements gave way to a sudden, explosive surge. He began to thrust faster, and faster, a primal rhythm taking over. Each powerful stroke drove him deeper, harder, eliciting breathless gasps from Amelie. The confined space, the urgency of their hidden encounter, amplified every sensation.

Then he hit it. Her sweet spot.

Amelie’s eyes flew open, her body arching violently against him. A strangled cry tore from her throat, her mouth opening wide to let out the moan that was building deep within her. But before the sound could escape, Lando’s large hand shot up, clamping over her mouth, muffling the desperate sound.

—Shhh, shhh, shhh, baby,— he murmured against her ear, his own breath coming in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the force of his climax building. His thumb rubbed gently over her lips, silencing her, even as he continued to pound into her, a frantic, desperate rhythm.

Her body was convulsing around him, every nerve ending screaming. She clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in, her legs squeezing tighter around his waist as waves of pleasure consumed her. His hand remained firm over her mouth, catching every choked gasp, every muffled cry of ecstasy.

He drove into her a few more times, powerful, shuddering thrusts, until a final, earth-shattering groan tore from his own throat. He buried his face in her neck, his body going rigid, then collapsing against her, still fully inside her. Amelie felt his release, hot and abundant, deep within her. Her own body followed suit, shuddering violently, a silent, powerful orgasm washing over her as Lando’s hand remained over her mouth, muffling her desperate cries of pleasure until the last ripple subsided.

They stood there for a long moment, clinging to each other in the dim, silent alcove, their breathing ragged, hearts hammering in unison. The distant hum of the afterparty seemed a million miles away.

After a moment, both of them came down from the high, their breathing finally starting to slow. Lando pressed a soft, languid kiss to Amelie’s shoulder before easing out of her, brushing hair away from her damp forehead. They shared a quiet, knowing glance — a mixture of giddy thrill and the urgency of reality crashing back in.

With a breathless chuckle, Lando set her down, brushing the edge of the deep red dress back down over the curve of her thighs. Amelie smirked, brushing herself down and brushing hair out of her face as she watched him scoop up her discarded panties from the floor.

He didn’t hand them over. Instead, grinning like a total brat, he folded the delicate piece of lace and tucked it deep into the pocket of his suit trousers, brushing down the fabric like a man making sure his prize was secure.

—Mine for the night,— he said with a wink, brushing down the crisp lines of his suit pants as if he didn’t have evidence of their rendezvous folded away.

Amelie gave him a sharp glance, brushing a finger down the lapel of his jacket. —If you lose those, Norris, I will kill you.—

He pressed a quick kiss to the tip of her nose, brushing hair from the side of her face. —Lose them? Never. Might frame them later, put ‘em on the shelf next to the trophies.—

Amelie swatted at him, rolling her eyes as she tried to regain some composure. Together, they stepped towards the door, brushing down any last creases. The muffled hum of the afterparty felt impossibly far away now, replaced by the sound of their own quiet breathing and the faint shuffle of their steps.

Then the door clicked shut behind them, and as they turned down the long hallway, there he was — Carlos. Leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, grinning like the cat that caught the canary.

He didn’t say a word, just gave a slow nod and an approving raise of the eyebrows.

—Horny fuckers,— he said, voice low enough to sting and tease, shaking his head as he pushed away from the wall.

[11queensupreme11]

3rd part! 👹

When I was sketching this part initially , I realized that I had to decide if i should keep the face claims’ clothes or just replace them cuz some of them just look out of place??? We just have percy with mf aiden from rekkyou sensen 😭 and axiandros’s faceclaim is pretty but i wanted him to be more similar to his daddy imo, like following in his footsteps kinda way. (i didnt want to hunt down more clothes in pinterest so i kept dory’s lol).

Also while i was checking luisne’s fc i was so shocked she looks so gentle 😭 now i gotta draw her sassy af 😭

yeah luisne's fc looks so gentle and sweet.... and then i decided to make luisne herself a fucking hellspawn 😭😭😭😭

BUT ANYWAY I LOVE THIS THANK YOU AGAIN, SPICYTUNAYUMMM YOU'VE LIT UP MY DAY (technically night rn) WITH YOUR WORKS 💖💖💖💖💖

cearbhall making himself useful for once and being a stepping stool for his little sister 🥺💖💖💖💖 we love a good big brother 🥺

and also luisne's very understandable and very relatable fear of beelzebub and poseidon 💀 pretty much the only beings in the entire multiverse that could put fear in this girl

luke being so tender and sweet with his mother 🥺 which is ironically, the EXACT opposite of his namesake who tried to kill her several times since she was twelve 😭

WAIT LMAO I LITERALLY JUST POSTED IRIYA'S PROFILE THING, AND YET THIS MATCHES SO WELL REGARDLESS 😂😂😂😂😂😂 poor iriya being undergoing another one of her dad's annoying ass schemes, someone save that girl 😭

AND IT'S GROVERRRRRR (the pjo one, i mean, sorry poki baby) 😭😭😭😭😭 i love your grover so much, what a sweet baby eating his lil tn cans 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 percy's so right, grover is true perfection (again, no offense to poki!grover, but full offense to loki lmao)

omg i love how you gave axiandros the titty window, he's dressed like a slut just like his daddy 😍😍😍😍 and i love how you made a meme about his not-so-lowkey mommy issues asjhfafhgvjebf

sweet lil clíona would absolute use the term 'dilf' without realizing what it actually means, she's been sheltered THAT much 💀

[dxrlingluv]

HELLO ODDY DEAREST!!I LOVE YOUR WORK SMM💖 i hope you've been well, mwamwaa! Your top fan, aina hereee 😝,, May I request a Jealous!Antinous x Tele's Sister!Reader smut please? :3

it could be likee,, reader and antinous are in a secret relationship after ody comes back home (bro miraculously survives), antinous learns that reader's been getting more suitorsss,, yk something like that 😭 THANK U BB !! 💖

Branded

A/N : Thank you, my love, for requesting this beautiful masterpiece. Also, if it’s not obvious enough, I have no idea how to make up a good title for my stories. If anyone could give advices, I would really appreciate it! Antinous art is from Duvetbox.

WARNING : Smut, slight angst if you squirt. Dom!Antinous.

Word Count : 2.1k

The great hall of Ithaca, once a den of boorish thieves, was a royal court once more. The scent of spilled wine and greasy smoke had been replaced by beeswax, polished wood, and the faint, salty air drifting in from the sea. Your father, Odysseus, sat upon his throne, his presence a heavy, grounding force that had finally brought order to the island. Your brother, Telemachus, stood at his side, no longer a boy but a prince who had earned his place. Your mother, Penelope, was a vision of serene grace, her weaving telling stories of triumph now, not sorrow.

Everything was perfect. A storybook ending.

Except for the ghost who haunted the palace. And the secret you held tight in your heart, a secret that would shatter this perfect picture into a thousand pieces.

Antinous.

He had survived. In a moment of political calculation your father called "mercy," the ringleader of the suitors had been spared the arrow. After a spectacle of begging, groveling, and swearing eternal fealty on the graves of his ancestors, he was allowed to live. But not to leave. He was a prisoner in all but name, confined to the palace grounds, his family's power and wealth holding him in a gilded cage to ensure the loyalty of the other nobles. He was a shadow, a whisper in the corridors, his once-blazing arrogance banked to a cold, watchful ember.

And he was yours.

Your love had been a secret, forbidden bloom even before your father's return, born from stolen glances and whispered words in moonlit gardens. You had seen past the swaggering pride to the fierce, passionate man beneath. In the tense, strange peace of your father's new reign, that love had become a desperate, secret solace. A lifeline.

Today, that lifeline was stretched to its breaking point.

You were seated on a cushioned stool near your mother, the picture of a dutiful princess. Before you stood Philoetius the Younger, a suitor from Zakynthos. He was handsome, obscenely wealthy, and praised for his skill with a chariot. He spoke of his lands, his herds, his devotion to the gods. He was, by all accounts, a perfect match for the daughter of the King of Ithaca. And as he smiled at you, his teeth white and even, you felt nothing but a rising tide of nausea.

Because across the hall, leaning against a marble column half-hidden in shadow, was Antinous.

He was dressed simply, the fine silks and gold he once favored replaced by the plain, dark tunic of a man with no status. But it couldn't hide the coiled power in his frame, the broad set of his shoulders, or the sheer, dangerous intensity of his presence. He wasn't looking at the suitor; he was looking at you. His dark eyes were chips of obsidian, and his handsome face, the face you traced in your dreams, was a mask of such cold, possessive fury that a shiver traced its way down your spine.

He knew. He was watching this man try to court you, and the jealousy radiating from him was a palpable force, a poison that seeped into the very air between you.

You offered the suitor a tight, polite smile, your mind racing. "Your lands sound bountiful, my lord," you murmured, the words tasting like ash. "You honor our house with your visit."

As soon as protocol allowed, you excused yourself, claiming a sudden headache. You didn't dare look in Antinous's direction, but you could feel his gaze burning into your back as you fled the great hall. You didn't go to your chambers. You went to his.

His rooms were small, tucked away in a disused wing of the palace. The cage within the cage. You slipped through the door without knocking, closing it firmly behind you and leaning against the solid wood, your heart hammering against your ribs.

He was waiting for you, standing in the center of the spartan room. He hadn't moved, yet he seemed to fill the entire space with his rage.

"A headache?" he asked, his voice deceptively soft, a low rumble that promised violence. "Or did the brilliance of your new admirer simply become too much for you?"

"Antinous, please," you whispered.

"Please what?" He took a step closer, his movements slow, deliberate, like a predator cornering its prey. "Please allow you to entertain the next rich lord who comes sniffing at your door? Am I to stand in the shadows and watch you smile at him, fluttering your lashes as he describes the fine sons he will give you?"

"It is not my choice! It is my father's will."

"And you are the dutiful daughter." The words were a sneer. He was in front of you now, close enough for you to feel the heat coming off his body. He braced his hands on the door on either side of your head, trapping you completely. His dark eyes bored into yours, filled with a terrifying mix of jealousy and pain. "Did you like him, Y/n? Did his talk of chariots and herds thrill you? Are you already imagining yourself as his queen?"

"You know I am not," you said, your voice shaking. "I want no one but you."

His expression wavered for a fraction of a second, the cold fury giving way to a raw, desperate vulnerability. That was the truth of it. He had lost everything—his ambition, his pride, his freedom. You were all he had left. The thought of losing you was not just a heartbreak; it was an annihilation.

"Then prove it," he growled, his voice thick with emotion. He lowered his head, his lips crashing down on yours.

This was not one of your gentle, stolen kisses. This was a kiss of pure, desperate possession. It was angry and punishing, his mouth hard and demanding, his teeth grazing your lower lip. You gasped, and he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth, tasting you, claiming you. All the frustration, all the jealousy, all the fear he felt was poured into that kiss. And you met it with your own desperation, your hands coming up to tangle in his thick, dark hair, pulling him closer.

He broke the kiss only to press his mouth to your neck, his lips hot against your skin. "Mine," he snarled, and you felt the sharp sting of his teeth as he bit down, not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a definite, angry mark on the sensitive flesh just below your ear. "You are mine. Not his. Not your father's to give away."

His hands moved from the door to your body, gripping your waist with a bruising force. He spun you around and pressed you face-first against the rough wood of the door, hiking your chiton and peplos up with an impatient rustle of fabric. The cool air hit your bare skin, and you shivered in anticipation.

"Tell me you're mine," he demanded, his voice a guttural rasp in your ear as his hand splayed across your bottom, squeezing one cheek hard. His other hand worked at the lacing of his own trousers.

"I'm yours," you choked out, your mind already spinning. "Only yours."

"Who do you belong to?" he pressed, his hot breath ghosting across the mark he'd just made on your neck.

"To you. I belong to Antinous."

The sound of his release of breath, a shuddering sigh of satisfaction, was your only warning. You felt the thick, hot head of his cock press against your entrance. He was massive, and in his anger, he seemed even larger. He wasn't using any oil, and you were slick with arousal but tight with a nervous tension. It didn't matter. He wanted to possess you, to fill you so completely there was no room for thoughts of anyone else.

He shoved into you with a single, powerful thrust.

A sharp cry tore from your throat, a sound that was half pain, half exquisite pleasure. He was huge, stretching you, filling you to your very womb. You could feel every thick inch of him inside you. He paused for a moment, letting you feel his complete possession, his body pressed flush against your back, his hand gripping your hip to hold you pinned against the door.

"Feel that?" he whispered hoarsely, his lips against your ear. "That is me. No other man will ever feel this. No other man will ever fill you like this. You were made for me."

Then he began to move.

His thrusts were punishing, a savage rhythm driven by jealousy and fear. He slammed into you again and again, his pace fast and brutal, forcing a choked gasp from you with every deep, powerful stroke. Your head fell forward, your forehead resting against the cool wood of the door as you gave yourself over to the onslaught. This was what he needed—to fuck the thought of any other man out of your head, to brand you with his body, to reclaim you in the most primal way possible.

And gods, you needed it too. You met his desperate rhythm, tilting your hips back to take him even deeper, your own hands pressing against the door for leverage. The sound of his flesh slapping against yours filled the small room, a raw, wet, percussive sound that was utterly obscene.

"Did you smile for him?" he grunted, his pace becoming frantic. "Did you imagine his hands on you?"

"No," you cried out, your voice strained. "Only you, Antinous. Always you!"

Your confession seemed to break something in him. The rhythm of his thrusts changed, the anger bleeding away, replaced by a deep, desperate passion. The movements became slower, deeper, each one a deliberate act of love and possession. He pulled almost all the way out before sinking back into you, stretching you, stroking a secret, sensitive spot deep inside you that he knew better than you did yourself.

"Gods, Y/n," he groaned, burying his face in your hair. "What you do to me."

He reached around with his free hand, his long fingers finding your clit through your damp folds. He began to rub you with a firm, knowing pressure, perfectly in time with his deep, rolling thrusts. The dual stimulation was too much. Your vision began to starburst. The feeling of being so completely filled from behind, of his thick cock hitting your cervix with every powerful lurch, combined with the skilled attention of his fingers, was sending you over the edge.

"Antinous, I'm close," you panted, your body trembling violently.

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice thick with his own impending release. "Let me feel you fall apart around me."

He sped up his rhythm, his fingers moving faster, his thrusts becoming powerful and driving again. Your orgasm hit you like a lightning strike. Your back arched, your inner muscles clenching violently around his cock, milking him. You screamed his name, a high, keening sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Your climax triggered his own. With a final, deep, guttural roar, he drove into you one last time, his body going rigid as he emptied himself deep inside you, his hot seed flooding your womb in powerful, pulsing waves.

For a long moment, he stayed there, buried to the hilt inside you, his body shuddering with the aftershocks of his release. His forehead rested on your shoulder, his breathing harsh and ragged in your ear. The rage was gone. All that was left was the man, vulnerable and trembling, clinging to the only good thing in his shattered life.

Slowly, he withdrew from you, the feeling of emptiness almost as profound as the feeling of fullness had been. He turned you around gently, his eyes, now clear of rage, searching your face. He saw the mark on your neck, his own thumb coming up to trace it with a look of regret.

He didn't speak. He simply lifted you into his arms and carried you to his narrow bed, laying you down on the rough-spun sheets. He lay down beside you, pulling you against his chest, wrapping his powerful arms and legs around you, cocooning you. He held you tightly, as if he was afraid you might vanish.

He buried his face in your hair, his lips pressing a soft, reverent kiss to your head.

"Promise me," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion, stripped of all its former arrogance. "Promise me you will not let them give you to another. Promise me you are mine."

You tilted your head back, looking into his dark, desperate eyes. You pressed a kiss to his jaw, tasting the salt of his skin.

"I promise," you breathed, and in the quiet of his small, lonely room, it felt like the most sacred vow you could ever make. "I am yours."

[harrywavycurly]

hiii saraah, i’m having the exam (general pedagogy aka literal pain) tomorrow, matter of life and death, i’m terrified, i can’t afford to fail again🥹 not when i studied so hard last 3 weeks, i’m going insaneeee, but your steve fics calm me down even its just a little 😭🫶

Hiii lovey!!! Oh my goodness you’re gonna kick this exam’s ass (or butt sorry for cursing lol) you’re gonna do amazing and it’s gonna go as smoothly as a baby’s bottom! You’ve got this, you’ve studied and you will do wonderful but to help ease your nerves I’ll give you a tiny little Steve drabble. Now be gentle I haven’t written Mr. Harrington is ages so I hope you enjoy and I’m sorry this is the first idea that came to my mind!!💖

Summary: Steve just wants to take care of you✨

“Oh damn.” Steve’s voice is laced with a faint sound of disappointment as he stands at your car door with both hands on his hips, his eyes glaring at the roses he put there earlier this morning that are now a little wilted. “I could’ve sworn she had work today.” He mumbles as he turns on his heal and purses his lips as he looks at the front door of your house.

He quickly walks up the path that leads to your door, giving it a few gentle knocks when he gets up to it. He adjusts his green Family Video vest as he waits for you, not at all prepared for what he sees when you fling it open a few seconds later. His eyes slowly take in your appearance, you’re still in what you slept in the night before because he happened to be the there when you got ready for bed, your hair is a mess and your cheeks and nose are bright red and it makes his chest ache when he hears you let out a small sniffle.

“Oh baby what’s wrong?” He doesn’t give you time to register what’s happening before he’s wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. “You’re burning up-why didn’t you call me? I could’ve had Robin cover my shift and come over.” He lists off questions one after the other as he walks you into the house, closing your front door with his foot.

“I didn’t want to bother you.” Your voice is rough but still has a touch of that usual softness he loves so much. “Know you’re busy.” You add as he places a hand on the back of your head pressing your cheek against the soft material of his t shirt that he has under his vest.

“Me? Busy? Baby I’m only ever busy when I’m with you or-babysitting.” He mumbles into the top of your head as he begins rocking you back and forth, you wrap your arms around him and let out a sigh of content as his warmth spreads through you helping your achy body feel better. “Come on let’s get you into bed and I’ll make you some soup.”

“You’ll make me soup?”

“Do you not want soup? Want something else? Just tell me what you want and I’ll make it for you.”

“S-soup is fine.” You say with a sleepy smile as Steve gently moves his hands so they are resting on your hips, turning you around so he can walk you towards your bedroom. “You don’t have to do all this.” You tell him as he pulls your covers up to your chest after helping you into bed.

“Yes I do.” He says with a smile as he leans over and runs a hand through your hair. “You’re the love of my life-this is the least I can do for you.” You let out a soft little noise as he leans down and places his lips to your forehead for a sweet kiss. “Now I’ll be right back with some water and some medicine to help you less achy okay?”

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He just grins before turning to walk out of your bedroom but when he reaches your door he looks at you over his shoulder making you raise an eyebrow at him.

“I’d do anything for you-you know that right?” He asks with nothing but love in his voice making your eyes get watery as you just stare at him.

“I know.”

[willoryn]

Imagine Lucifer and reader just having a cute moment, and one of them accidentally confess. For example: Lucifer could accidentally go “I love this so much, but not more than how much I love you”(I’m really bad at explaining shit😭😭😭)

AAAAAA ANON PLEASE THAT'S SO CUTE 😭😭💖💖💖

Lucifer would definitely be the one to accidentally confess bsbfnenj

The words just slip out so naturally it's almost scary. Like, he's said them over and over in his head a hundred times a day and only now have they managed to pass through the filter. And as soon as he says it you both freeze in place and just stare at eachother in shock. He said the words loud and clear. Absolutely no way he could try to pretend it was anything other than what you heard.

Something snaps Lucifer back to reality and he's sweating. Laughing nervously, tugging on his collar, and tripping over himself trying to do damage control just in case you don't actually feel the same way. Tries to pass it off as just a silly joke or he meant it in a platonic way.

"Haha! U-Uh, I mean, wow, that is crazy that I said that! Y-You think that's crazy, right? Just- I-I mean, unless you feel the same way... n-not that I- uh, you know- what I'm trying to say is-"

Take his face in your hands and tell him you feel the same way before the poor man has a heart attack 😭

[venelona]

Your desktop Tenna is so good!‼️

(he have watched hours of deltarune theories already, look at him, paying attention 🥺)

It took me 2 hours to figure out that you can pat his screen 😭 The sprites are really cute and especially the way he emotes mid sentences.

Do you plan to update him sometime in the future? Can I pat Tenna while he is watching the screen? (On my knees, begging🙏)

As I was writing this he randomly started to dance off and almost made me spill my tea.

T/10, would download again.

📺👋💕

🥺💖 I'm so happy you're enjoying him!

I do plan to update him, at least to fix typos I'm sure I left in there because I had no time to check things over xD

I can add an ability to pat his head, sure! That's something I did for all the ghosts I made, funny enough, but I thought Tenna wouldn't really need it. But I love patting, so I'll consider it 👍

I also considered giving you and option to grab his nose directly 'cuz I think that would be funny

[ladylaviniya]

AUGUST SAID “panties off” AND I SAID “how fast, Sir” LIKE?????? he really just said “you’ve lost the privilege of my name” and now i’m like OKAY SORRY MY BAD 😭✋ i didn't mean to breathe wrong pls don't punish me too good 😩💦

and THEN… this man had the AUDACITY… to roll up his sleeves like a sexy evil librarian on a warpath and i swear to god i had to go LIE DOWN

LIKE BABE DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THOSE FOREARMS DO TO ME??? no you don’t. AND IT’S ILLEGAL ANYWAY. SEND HIM TO JAIL. or actually don’t. SEND HIM TO MY BEDROOM WITH THE FLOGGER TYVM 😩💖

AND THEN HE SAID

“crawl.” AND I JUST CRAWLED. like a little enchanted slug in love. AND THE PLUG. THE PLUGGGG 😭😭😭

THE WAY I SCREAMED when he turned on the vibe like bffr??? sir that was a CRIME AGAINST MY SANITY. i am just a girl with a vibrating plug and a dream.

also can we TALK about how he said

“if you cum before permission there will be hell to pay” like i'm sorry i didn’t know this was a SURVIVAL QUEST now, sir 😭 do you want me to PASS AWAY because same!!! same bestie i’ll just levitate off this plush carpet into the abyss!!!

AND THE BED SCENE???????

HE’S JUST SITTING THERE LIKE SOME KING ON A THRONE WHILE I WADDLE OVER ON TREMBLING LEGS 😭 and me? silly little babygirl me?? too busy being a menace all day to see the FLOGGING COMING. i shoulda known. i shoulda shut my bratty mouth. but no. i HAD to tease. and now????

now he’s got me ass-up, spread wide like a ✨sinner on display✨ getting a spanking that echoes into the spiritual realm 😭💀

“would you like your wrists cuffed as well?” SIR. SIRRRR. WHY ARE YOU BEING SO NICE WHILE BEING SO MEAN the duality has me WEAK. like yes pls cuff me like a lil doll and kiss my ankles like a romantic serial killer 😩💗

and the way i just say

“yes, Sir” over and over like a good girl 😭🧎‍♀️

like… yes sir, thank you sir, may i have another sir, pls destroy my soul and rearrange my organs in the name of love, sir 😭🙏

what the actual fERAL *FLOGGED-TO-HEAVEN LITEROTICA EXPERIENCE DID I JUST HAVE 😭😭😭😭😭

no bc like—i started reading all casual like “teehee let’s see what’s happening in daddy’s dungeon today” and now i’m sitting here sweaty. stunned. sore by proxy. and in love. 💀💀💀

when i tell you the WHIPLASH from:

“Thwap! Ten!”

to

“All you wanted was attention, am I right?”

LIKE OKAY DAD 😭👏 my heart?? my coochie??? my soul??? all trembled. not a single part of me left unshaken. not ONE.

the way the impact was described??? the sting, the THUD, the “one of the tendrils fell between your spread legs”??? HELLO THAT’S A TARGETED ATTACK AGAINST MY SANITY 😩

and then. AND THEN. the plug. THE PLUG???!! vibrating like a little gremlin inside you while your cheeks are being tenderized like wagyu beef??

AUGUST YOU ARE GOING TO JAIL FOR BEING TOO GOOD AT THIS 😭

also can we talk about the panties-in-the-mouth moment. bc UMMM EXCUSE ME that hit every single “yes i am feral” switch in my brain and now i have to pretend to be normal for the rest of the day and i simply CANNOT.

and the lil hand signal system?? soft dom safety king 😭🫶 like yes please break me but respectfully

but THEN YOU HIT US WITH:

“The heat, the warmth, the tightness.”

girl... girl. that’s not a sentence, that’s a RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE. i was about to say amen and pass out on the church steps like 😇🕊️

and THEN the man starts fucking like a machine possessed??? and he's praising you while doing it??? animalistic hips but romantic words??? that’s my ✨DREAM HALLUCINATION✨ right there.

i genuinely had to pause when you said:

“thank your lucky stars that this is what happens after you accept your fate.”

like omgggg i’m gonna start praying for a fate worth accepting if it means THIS. 🧎‍♀️🙏💒

NOW. LET’S TALK ABOUT THE ANAL.

no warning. no time to prepare. you’re just FWOOMP plug is gone, cock is in, and I AM NOT OKAY 🧍‍♀️

and the worst part?? IT’S SO GENTLY RUDE like he’s praising you while STRETCHING YOU OUT WITH ZERO MERCY???? i had to throw my phone. i had to go lie down. i had to clutch my emotional support plushie and just moan softly into the abyss.

and then that whole “you're mine, now come again” vibe???? while being wrapped up like a little plush toy getting wrung out by a monster dom with a soft heart????

I WAS UNWELL. I AM UNWELL. I WILL REMAIN UNWELL.

and just when you think it’s over and he’s gonna go back to ignoring you like a classic man???

“You were just busy being ignored, Sir.”

THE MIC. HAS BEEN DROPPED. the bratty little dig?? the quiet devastation??? the girl math logic that led you straight to getting destroyed in bed as your love language??? iconic. powerful. queen shit. 👑✨

and AUGUST??? HUMBLED. SPEECHLESS. TURNING THE CAR AROUND AND TAKING YOU ON A ROMANTIC GETAWAY BC HE KNOWS YOU DESERVE BETTER??? yeah that’s my man now. SORRY.

Treat Me Like A Slut

Title: Treat Me Like A Slut

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Mission: Impossible - Fallout

Word Count: 2K

Summary: August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Warnings: m!Dom/f!sub, Dom!August, sub!reader, bondage, flogging, gagging with panties, butt plug, unprotected vaginal sex, unprotected anal sex, creampie

A/N: I wrote this because I needed to get it out of my head. August Walker needs to start paying rent in my head. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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“August, please–” You tried to plead with your Dom but he cut you off so fast that it made your head spin.

“You’ve lost your privileges to use my name, Angel. Now, as I was saying, panties off and give them to me.” He reached out his hand expectantly.

You rose from your chair and reached under your dress until you hook your fingers along the waistband of your thong. Pulling it down slowly, you maintain eye contact with August. You step out of it and put them in his waiting hand. Putting the underwear in his pocket, he nods.

“Kneel.” He commands, unbuttoning the cuffs of his deep purple dress shirt and then rolling them up to reveal his hairy, vein-streaked forearms.

“Yes, Sir.” You reply and lower to your knees, knowing that you can’t talk your way out of this one.

“I think it’s time to remind you who’s in charge here, Angel. You seem to have forgotten.” 

“I’m sorry, Sir.” You keep your eyes lowered to the unforgiving wooden floor beneath you.

“I wish I could believe you. Follow me, Angel,” You start to rise before August stops you, “No. You’re to crawl behind me. And one more thing,” He leans down and pushes the button on the bottom of the plug currently nestled inside you.

When it comes to life, you let out a strangled moan. You had been wearing the new plug for hours and weren’t aware of the vibration feature. Starting to squirm, you open your mouth to plead with August.

“Before you even start, this was your doing, wasn’t it? Bothering me while I worked earlier today. And then doing so again not a handful of hours later. It’s almost as if you like being punished, Angel,” He smirks down at you, knowing the last bit to be true, “Hands and knees, follow me.”

Leaving his office, you move as fast as you can behind him. With every movement, you can feel the vibrations against your hole. You try and hide your arousal but your frail resolve betrays you. You let out a groan and are surprised to bump into the solid wall that is August’s leg.

He sighs deeply but doesn’t turn around as he addresses you, “If you cum before you’ve been given permission, there will be hell to pay. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” You force the words out as you struggle to steady your breathing.

When August starts to walk again, you follow him. In your bedroom, happy to be on plush carpeting, you feel yourself begin to relax. Too soon, you find. 

August sits on one side of the four-poster bed you share and beckons you with one finger. You stand on wobbly legs and he pulls you forward and over his lap. You could have figured this is where this day was going to go, but you were too busy being a brat to think of the consequences.

Pulling your dress up over your ass, he massages the flesh of your globes. “You’re going to count these out, Angel. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” You answer and feel August reach over you to the nightstand drawer. You know what’s in that drawer and you stiffen in his lap.

“Oh, now you see the repercussion, huh? If you didn’t want the flogger, you shouldn’t have misbehaved.” He allows you to hold onto his pant leg as he pulls out the aforementioned tool.

He lets the leather tendrils ghost over the skin of your calves and thighs. Raising the flogger above his shoulder, he delivers the first blow.

“One.”

“Hm. This angle…I don’t like it. Up, Angel,” He walks around to the other side of the bed and has you lay down on your stomach in the center of the bed, “Just like that. Now, you are going to keep your legs open for me. If you can’t do that, I can restrain your ankles to the bed just as easily.”

You turn your head behind you and see that the cuffs are already attached to the foot of the bed and your eyebrows raise.

“Angel, if you want to be cuffed, just say so.” He smiles down at you, relishing your excitement.

“Sir, I would like to be restrained.”

“Good girl. I’m proud of you. Would you like your wrists cuffed as well or just the ankles?”

“Wrists and ankles please, Sir.”

“My sweet Angel, as you wish.” He goes about locking both ankles into the heavy cuffs, planting a gentle kiss just above where the leather sits against your skin. Moving to the head of the bed, he locks your wrists into the restraints as well.

You test your mobility and you get a thrill out of the thought of giving complete control to August. You look at him and nod that you are ready to begin. 

“You’re going to count to ten, Angel. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

As he begins his assault on your ass, you count aloud. Every thunderclap is harder and louder than the last. More than once, one of the tendrils falls between your spread legs and slaps against the plug or your netherlips.

Thwap! “Ten!”

August grunts and throws the flogger on the bed. He walks to the end of the bed and surveys his handiwork as he begins to undress. He can see where there will be bruising tomorrow, he’ll remember to go easy on you later. He grins when you wriggle your hips, showing off your still-vibrating plug and leaking cunt. 

Taking your panties out of his pocket before taking his pants off, he walks to the head of the bed where you turn to look at him.

“What color, Angel?”

“Green, Sir.” You smile lazily.

“Good. Open your mouth,” You open your mouth and he stuffs your underwear inside, “Now that you’re gagged, we’re gonna use fingers. Thumb out means good, your first finger means to slow down, and your middle finger means stop. Okay?”

You extend both thumbs and smile around your panties. He caresses your cheek and crawls on the bed, kneeling behind your ass and stroking his thick, hard cock. Reaching over you, he steals a pillow and props your hips up to give him easier access.

Using a finger, he collects some of your pussy juice and swirls it around your clit. You didn’t expect him to use the other hand to scratch down one abused cheek. When that wrangles a moan out of you, he licks and lays kisses upon both cheeks. He peppers in some nibbles on a few sensitive spots on your hips as well.

With you savoring the attention on your bottom, you weren’t expecting for August to enter you in the next breath. The heat, the warmth, the tightness. They welcome him in and elicit a hiss from both of you. 

Pulling out slowly and then slamming back in rocks the bed and it feels amazing. August puts one hand on the back of your neck and one on your hip. Starting his rhythm again, he crashes his hips against yours in an almost animalistic pattern. Rutting into you, he praises you for being such a good girl for him.

Writhing beneath him, you’re forced to take every thrust he dishes out. Feeling him so deep inside you at this angle, you thank your lucky stars that this is what happens after you accept your fate. You get to have this god of a man pounding out your insides in the middle of the day.

You were too in your head to notice when August turns up the vibration on the butt plug. The muffled wail that comes out of your mouth is music to his ears and you feel him twitch inside you, but he doesn’t stop.

No, he’s not going to cum before you do. 

“Don’t hold back, Angel. Come for me. Come all over my cock.” He breathes, the hand on the back of your neck is now moving around to the front as he applies slight pressure to the sides.

Your legs start to shake and you can feel the telltale signs of your impending orgasm. The hand that was at your hip now reaches up to remove the thong from your mouth just in time for you to release a heavenly howl that reverberates through the both of you.

Before you come down from your euphoric high, you feel the plug being removed from your ass. It’s being replaced with the blunt tip of August’s cock and you love the sensation of being stretched around him as he sinks in.

“Fuck, Angel. You’re like a fucking vice, so good for me.” He loves the moments like this where you’re all fucked out. Your semi-lifeless body underneath him is just for his pleasure at this point.

What neither of you expected was for your breathing to pick up in a manner that could only mean one thing. You could feel the knot inside you tightening again. Before you even try and ask, you’re commanded.

“Come for me, Angel.” He’s wrapping an arm around your neck and the other around your upper torso as you let go. 

You can feel your pussy clenching around nothing and your asshole gripping his dick so much so that he has to pause in fucking you.

But, he doesn’t mind it for long as you feel him engorged and pulsing inside you within seconds. He rests his head against yours for a beat while he comes down. As he begins to soften, you can feel him slip out of you followed by some of his spend. 

He lays a kiss on your shoulder before unwrapping himself from around you. He trails kisses down your back, stopping just before your plump rear. He uses both hands to open your ass and watch as his jizz drips down your ass and pussy lips.

He releases you from the cuffs, rubbing the space where they sat upon your skin. He retrieves a wet washcloth from the en suite bathroom and wipes you down before laying in bed next to you and pulling you close.

He smiles down at you as you tangle your fingers in his chest hair.

“All you wanted was attention, am I right?” He asks, his hand tracing patterns on one hip.

“Yes, but–”

“But, you thought you could interrupt me and not be punished for it.”

You hide your face in his shoulder and try and end the conversation. He grabs you by the chin and makes you look at him.

“Sounds like this won’t be the last time that you interrupt me for attention. Do I even get a ‘sorry’ for the time you took me away from my work?”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” 

When August deems your apology to be sincere, he places a chaste kiss on your lips. When you furrow your brows and whine, he rolls his eyes before leaning back in to claim your mouth. Not wanting to rile you up again, he lets go of your chin and lays back down.

“Ya know, I spoil you, Angel.” He winks at you as you nod exuberantly.

“I know, Sir. And thank you.”

“Now, where was this polite girl an hour ago?” He raises an eyebrow and shoots a look at you.

“Busy being ignored, Sir.”

He opens his mouth for a retort, but he doesn’t have one. 

“Valid point,” He laughs inwardly, one arm going behind his head, “Can you forgive me, Angel?”

Leaning up on one arm and donning a serious face, you answer him, “I think I can be persuaded to forgive you.”

“That serious, huh?”

You nod gravely, “I think it might cost you, Sir.”

“Ah, and what might that be?”

“A weekend away. Just you and me, please?” Your eyes couldn’t get any more adorable than they were at that point.

He chuckles and shakes his head, “I think I can arrange that.”

“Thank you, August,” You say, kissing his cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He rubs soothing circles on your hip until your breathing even out and you both take a much-deserved nap.

A/N: I got the title from the Kim Petras song, Treat Me Like A Slut. That song never fails to make me think of August and I had to write out my thots.

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[criminallyyoursvn]

Nik would definitely love Arab food, lol. I saw that previous anon’s ask about Nik and Wes’s favorite foods, and now I can’t stop imagining if Oracle (the MC) were Arab and knew how to cook—lord, Nik would be in heaven eating all the kebabs and shawarmas. (Speaking as an Arab myself, lol.)

Dw, Nik, I’ll cook for us! You’ll never want to try another person’s Kebabs and shawarmas again.😌👩‍🍳✨

He most certainly would! I imagine he has an expansive palate and would love whatever Oracle makes him.

Also assimilating into culture is a trait I really associate with Nik as a mixed and Hispanic woman myself. I want to imagine Nik would really gel with my family, our food and our culture 💖

Love the last line btw too cute 😭

[lonarlamb-comics]

Here are the sketches of himm :33 (ignore how bad I'm at at robotic arms TuT (and ignore the shadow)

SHSHSHSHSHS!🔥❤️🔥❤️ Oh my God, he looks so silly and the arm looks great!!!🤟🤟 I really love him in your style!!! I would like to see it in better quality!!!😭🙏💖 (Sorry it took me so long to respond)

[juju187hin]

Ralph : HEY! Ermm-! So uh-.... I notice!! You like art- right You draw a lot! So uh-... I brought you this! Art supplies! Because!! I think you like art! Right-? I spent my money on this for you! Yeah! Uh- Sorry if the gift isn't- great! I could always return it- if you want! s-sorry if im! b-bugging you! ,:(

🇺🇸Mod Paolo: Also, by the way! I totally headcanon that Ralph is the kind of kiddo who gets really shy and anxious—he overthinks everything 😭 Especially when he's giving someone a gift. Poor Ralph... And if you're wondering where Jay, Paco, and Dino are, let's just say... they're helping him build up the confidence to actually give that gift. 🤔

🇧🇷Mod Paolo: Ah, e aliás! Eu totalmente imagino que o Ralph seja o tipo de garotinho que fica super tímido e ansioso—ele pensa demais em tudo 😭 Especialmente quando vai dar um presente pra alguém. Coitadinho do Ralph... E se você está se perguntando onde estão o Jay, o Paco e o Dino, digamos que... eles estão ajudando ele a criar coragem pra realmente entregar o presente. 🤔

Jay : Go Ralph go!!! >:3

Dino : Go! :0

Paco :WE BELIEVE IN YOU!! RALPH!! >:D

OH MY GOD!!! BOY YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DO THIS, BUT OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! OH MY GOD-😭💝💖💗💐🌈☀️

[sabxhere]

MY FAVORITE SAD LITTLE MEOW MEOW BASSIST, NOOOOOOO😭😭😭💔💔💔ohhhhh, their expressions, my heart😭😭💔💔GREG'S EXPRESSION WHEN HE SAW HIM BEING UPSET, WHAT THE FUCK NYAN, AUGHHHH😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔

Omg, I feel a yap incoming I gotta put this here

OKAY PERFECT, PFFFF- UMMMM, THAT WAS SICK AND TWISTED???? The idea is so interesting, the fact that it would upset petey enough to think of how, once he realizes the full extent of his feelings (maybe he thought at first it was just a crush, but seeing him with someone else hurt him and made him realize he cares more about him than he initially thought??), he would think of how, even if they got together, how greg's career and future would be impacted by it, making him try to distance himself??? FOUL. FOULLLLL. DO IT AGAIN, I GOTTA SCREAM LOUDER WGWHWHWHWHWHHWHWHWHW/SILLY/VVVVPOS

The distancing is. awfully, terribly, INCREDIBLY fitting, both as a way to protect greg, but also, subconsciously, his feelings too, so he wouldn't be hurt any longer by greg getting closer to someone else, someone who he views as "better" and wouldn't endanger his career, putting my face in my hands, what the actual FUCK, NYAN WBWHWHWHWJWJWJJWJW

I just knowwww that if they talked about this, as I believe they'll be bound to, with greg noticing him being more distant and wanting to know what was wrong, greg would immediately reassure him and tell him he doesn't care about all that but cares about him and lil petey more, that they're more important to him than anything else, GODDDDDDDDD. GOD. OH MY GOD, WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH THEM, I NEED THEM DEAD RNRNRNRNRN (also I love sarah showing off pics of yolay to greg, AWWWWW💖💖💖💖💖)

Hiii! I love your bassSitter au 🫶🏻 can we see jealous petey🙏🙏

HIIII THANK YOU!!!! SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY 😢😢🙏🙏🙏

ANYHOW JEALOUS PETEY IS SERVED... (Bonuses and commentary under the cut)

I think Petey would question himself if it's really okay to like dogman..I meann he's a cop afterall, this question kept circulating inside his head like What if Greg lost his reputation if he's dating the same gender as him, Petey would try to avoid getting close with Greg after that.

And Sarah treat Greg tto a Cafe just for her to bomb him pictures of her wife (Yolay)

Hopefully this answered your ask!!!

[evilbeing]

THAT ONE SCENE WHERE HE CRIES ☹️☹️

MAN I JUST WANNA:⬇️⬇️

*holds him*

[reineydraws]

daisuke bucklesby tho 💓💘💗💞💖💓💘

[starleska]

i personally welcome our batshit insane conspiracy theorist Pippins as a fandom avatar 🫡💚

[11queensupreme11]

OKAY MORE PROFILES FOR SOME PERCY BABIES!

saorlaith (pronounced SEER-LAH), the second-born sécy baby and their first-born daughter!!!!

okay, i've said this before, but she is a goddess of wisdom, has curly blonde hair, AND grey eyes all like a certain someone (anthonius! the only thing missing is the tanned skin lmao). this fact drives cú chulainn absolutely fucking CRAZY, but despite this, saorlaith is actually the one child that doesn't actually stress him out lmao

why? BECAUSE SHE NEVER WANTS TO LEAVE THE PALACE 😂😂😂😂😂

she is extremely introverted and refuses to step foot outside and touch grass. all she wants to do is stay home and read books all day. and cú chulainn, being the good daddy he is, had a gigantic ass library built for her with all kinds of books from valhalla, helheim, and midgard.

girly hardly even interacts with her family lol. not because she hates them, she just prefers being alone. you'd have to drag her out of the library tho and when she's forced out, she's noticeably very annoyed and standoffish with people. perfectly fine with interacting with her family, but rolls her eyes at having to interact with other ppl because that usually involves her having to leave the house 😭

obviously, she's very quite and studious. the most she's ever talked is with her family, with others the most you're likely gonna get from her is a disinterested hum and a bored sigh 💀

cú chulainn is so relieved. he doesn't have to worry about her trying to leave the safety of the palace nor does he need to worry about her talking to strangers 🥺

now here's barekith! god of voracity (got it from hsr lol) and a beelcy baby!

just like the title implies, he's a big eater like his daddy 🥺 a gluttonous lil boy 🥺

and because of his BIG appetite, he has the tendency to travel throughout the cosmos... and eat planets 💀 no seriously, he eats planets. he took a chomp out of jupiter and swallowed several of its moons like europa, io, and ganymede (sorry pjo!jupiter i guess he doesn't like you lol)

it absolutely baffled nasa when they saw it and humans started going crazy with conspiracy theories and "end of the world/doomsday" insanity so percy had to ask him to travel to another exoplanetary system that had zero civilizations in any of the planets to avoid causing a similar mayhem 😭

barekith didn't get WHY he had to do it, but his mommy asked so he obeyed 💖 btw, just as a reminder gods can't even GET hungry so barekith is literally just doing this for the love of the game 😭😭😭😭

FIRST BORN ANUBY DAUGHTER, ANKHSETI!!!!

i have no domains for her yet, but her sacred animal is the falcon (hence why she kinda looks like a falcon-ish). her name also means "living arrow" and just like it implies, she's currently the fastest goddess in the egyptian pantheon! (anubis was so proud of her that he had a trophy made 🥺 proud papa)

while ankhseti's parents are pretty carefree (her daddy especially), she is the stark opposite. she's very strict, no-nonsense, silent, and serious--basically a less aggressive and arrogant version of her great great great grandpa ra 😂

cunning, sharp-witted, powerful, and strong, she's definitely on her way to becoming a supreme deity. but she's not quite there yet; she's still far too young and far too inexperienced, but she's very determined to make it!

she takes her role as the first-born anuby daughter very seriously even though neither percy nor anubis have any demands from her. no, these are just something that she set for herself lol. she's extremely hard working, a perfectionist, wanting to make her pantheon and family proud. she is absolutely a favorite great great great grandchild of ra for that because FINALLY at least there's SOMEONE in his dumb ass bloodline with some common sense 🙄 his favoritism towards her actually has him contemplating granting her the title of a supreme god, but he knows it's far too soon and she's not ready yet

however, despite how harsh she is on herself, she is still very loving towards her family! she puts pressure on herself, but never on her younger siblings. she wants them to live freely with zero responsibilities because she can handle it all (even tho again, anuby is perfectly fine with her just chilling 😭)

iriya! the second-born anuby baby! i also still have no domains for her yet 💀

you know those teenagers that are going through that "rebellious phase" where they roll their eyes, cringe, and scowl at things that their families do??? yeah that's iriya 💀 she's ESPECIALLY like this with her annoying, loud, overly affectionate dad 😭💔

she loves her family, she really does, but OH MY GOD ARE THEY KILLING HER. can't she just move out already?! her mom's been trying to convince her dad to just let her leave for eeeooooons already but the man won't stop throwing temper tantrums over it!!!! NO dad, she doesn't wanna live here forever, now stop embarrassing her already!

her dad keeps embarrassing her out in public, nebamon keeps breaking into her room to steal all her jewelry, kebi keeps demanding she play dolls with her, her mom keeps telling her to be nice to everyone, nesutefet gave her a disease AGAIN, ra-el won't stop screaming the house down, THIS ENTIRE FAMILY IS DRIVING HER CRAZY, SHE WANTS OUT ALREADY 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹

poor girl is THIS 🤏 close to ripping her own hair out.

now this is hatshemi, the third anuby baby and similarly to kebi, is also a snake goddess!!! but while kebi prefers to have a slightly more humanoid form with just a few snake features, hatshemi's entire lower body is that of a giant snake lol

(also she's 8'10" btw hehe, very big lady with eight pack abs hehehehe)

this is the loud, boisterous, fun-loving big sister that everyone adores. she just always seems to know what to do to help her family 💖 she's the one who gets ankhseti to slow down and relax herself when the stress is getting too much for her. the one who plays with kebi. the one who takes iriya out when the rest of the family's pissing her off. the one who calms ra-el down. the one who convinces nebamon to return all the shit he stole (LMAO), etc etc.

she's the extremely dependable sister that everyone goes to when they need her help. but don't mistake her loving nature for weakness, she is EXTREMELY protective of her family just like a snake with it's space.

she's one of the anuby kids who inherited percy's cannibalistic tendencies where consuming godly flesh and ichor heals her and tastes like her favorite foods, so she has no issues with EATING any god that comes to harm her family, and she'll do it with the sweetest smile ever 💖 anything for her family after all 💖💖💖💖