#to come back and admire her over and over again

[darkbluekies]

Silas, Dr Kry & Jerry drabbles: Kissing

Yandere!Mafia oc, yandere!doctor oc & yandere!female!mafia

Warnings: suggestive content maybe? Its not too bad though?

Silas:

You thought that you would get a few minutes to yourself on the couch? You thought wrong. Silas straddles you, pressing you down into the couch's soft pillows, his mouth easily finding yours. He sucks the air out of your lungs, mouth moving against yours in a skillful, yet almost lost manner.

"You taste like mint", he murmurs.

"I'm chewing gum", you pant, trying to breathe between his attacks.

Before you know it, his tounge has managed to find the gum between your teeth, moved it into his own mouth and swallowed it, while never stopping his kisses.

"Did you just-?" you gasp and try to pull away to make sure that he just actually did that.

"I've swallowed worse", he mumbles between kisses. "Come here."

His hands grab the back of your neck to move you even closer, lifting your upper body up from the couch. Kissing, sucking, biting. Never stopping until your lips have doubled in size.

Dr Kry:

The lake is still. The dusk chilly. Summer's warm. You sit together on his small private dock, watching the water. He has his arm around your waist, holding you to him. He glances at you from time to time, at your lips before leaning over, gently turning your head and kisses you. His kisses are slow and gentle, but not scared. One hand cradls your face, the other moves closer around your waist.

"You're shivering", he whispers against your lips. "Are you cold?"

You shake your head, but he's already removing his cardigan, hanging it over your shoulders. His hand comes to cup your face again before he leans in, kissing again. His arm around your waist doesn't seem where to place the hand, nervous of placing it wrong. He doesn't mean for it to be sexual, he just needs the warmth of your mouth. Doesn't want you to feel pressured.

But he can't stop it. His lips leave yours and start to place soft, careful kisses along your jaw, up to your temple. He doesn't do it often, but the need to worship you in a sentimental place and time as this makes him want to show his full devotion.

"You smell good", he whispers. "Is that the shampoo I bought? Do you like it?"

You nod. Dr Kry smiled and carsses your cheek with his thumb before kissing you again.

Jerry:

She has brought you up on a roof top on a random skyscraper. You just went along withou asking questions, but now that you'r sitting here you can't help but admire the view. Nightsky, twinkling buildings and stars.

"Pretty, right?" Jerry asks as she sits beside you. "Makes me want to devour you."

"What?" you chuckle. "Where did that come from?"

"Inside thought. But honestly, you can't expect me to act like a civilised human being when your eyes are reflecting all the lights like a bunny's eyes." She moves closer. "It makes me into a wolf. And wolves eat bunnies."

With that said, she closes every distance, latching her lips onto yours. Jerry's kisses are like alcohol. They drug every part of your nervous system, bewitch you and make you drunk and begging for more. Skillfull is an underestimation. She grabs you throat, holding you to her, controlling your mouth with hers. She doesn't leave time to breathe.

"Look at you", she smiles as she pulls back for a moment, using her hand on your throat to direct your face upwards. "So damn cute. I'm so selfish for keeping you to myself, but I'llnever change."

With that said, she dives right back in, grinning to herself when your eyes roll back slightly.

[moonstruckme]

First time request! I'd love a poly Jily fic based on the prompt "blood swirling down a shower drain." Maybe the reader just got back from a mission that went wrong and is kinda out of it, trying to wash everything off. James and Lily find them and refuse to let them deal with it alone, just soft, quiet comfort, lots of gentle touches, and reassuring words.🥹 Thanks!!

Thank you for requesting! This turned out so much angstier than I intended. I really don't know what happened but...I'm sorry? Or for the people who are always asking for angst I don't deliver, you're welcome I think? I don't know it just happened I wasn't on the decision-making panel

cw: blood (lots of blood), reader is a bit in shock, nonsexual nudity, death (of a minor canon character, not someone we really know and love), set in canon so there's death eaters/the order/etc., quite angsty (for me at least) but there is comfort I promise

poly!Jily x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

James and Lily are cuddling when you come home. Well, they’re sort of just holding each other and trying to pass it off as cuddling. Any one of you going out on an assignment for the Order always makes nervous wrecks of the two left behind, but Lily and James doing their best to distract themselves, a film on the television and each trying not to look like they’re glancing out the window every minute. 

The crack of apparition outside puts an abrupt end to the facade. 

They’re both up in an instant, but Lily puts a hand to James’ chest when he goes for the door. “Wait,” she says. She leaves a spot of blood on his shirt from where she’s picked the skin by her nail down to nothing. 

James’ heart revolts, but he listens. They both listen, until they hear the two-three-two knock that means it’s you. 

Lily manages to move faster than him. She has both the muggle and magical locking mechanisms undone in an instant, opening the door to you. 

To you, absolutely drenched in red. 

It’s in your hair; it stains your clothes; it cakes your face and your neck and your hands. There’s hardly an inch of you left clean. James can’t comprehend it. Was there…was there an explosion of some sort? Did you get splattered by something? He feels sick. 

“Is that blood?” Lily’s voice is admirably steady. 

You nod. “Yeah.” 

James really feels sick. 

“Are you hurt?” She reaches for you, bringing you inside. You move like your body weighs a thousand pounds. 

“No, I’m—it’s old. I’m fine. Remus fixed it.” 

“Good old Moony,” James croaks. It’s meant to be a joke, but truly, he’d love to fly to Remus and Sirius’ flat right now to give his friend the hug of his life. If only there weren’t things for James to take care of here first. 

“What happened, sweetheart?” Lily asks, running a gentle hand up your arm. Blood flakes under her touch. 

“They were waiting for us.” Your voice is low, like it’s the sort of truth that becomes worse once said aloud. Your eyes look bigger and brighter in the midst of all the mess. James wants desperately to hug you, and yet—shamefully—he’s afraid of touching you; like despite what you say, he might find you less whole than you were when you left a few hours ago. “It was just supposed to be Dolohov there, but there were a lot of them. They knew we were coming.” 

“They did this to you?” 

“It…I…” Your gaze moves from Lily, to James, back to Lily again. You look exhausted, haunted, but worried beneath that. A moment later, James understands why. “It was Severus.” 

Lily reacts as though you’ve hit her. Her expression looks like a heart cracked open, but she doesn’t let go of your arm. 

“He used this spell,” you tell her, seeming sorry to do it, “that opens cuts all over the other person’s body. Remus was able to figure a counter-curse before I bled out. I don’t think Severus was aiming for me…” 

Even looking at your face, James is unsure of whether you mean that. The odds that Snape would try to hurt you seem equally as likely to him as those that he wouldn’t. You may only be trying to protect Lily. She looks so devastated, James wants to wrap you both up and never let you go again. 

Something Lily and James have always had in common is how they love. They may not always show it in the same ways, but once they’ve chosen someone, that’s it; they’ll live and die for them. They give away their whole hearts. James has just been luckier in who he’s chosen to give his to. His first love—outside of his family, of course—was Sirius. Lily’s was Snape. 

But, as much as James loves Lily, if Snape showed up on your doorstep right now James thinks he would kill him. 

“I’m sorry,” Lily says to you, her eyes shining. 

“It’s okay.” You extricate yourself gently from her grasp. “I’m going to shower.” 

“Sweetheart…” James reaches for you, but you ghost past his hands, only mumbling again, “It’s okay.” 

Nothing’s okay. Lily’s looking after you like her heart’s been cracked open. From the sound of it, you actually were cracked open for a while. There’s a fracture between the three of you that James doesn’t know how to fix. But certainly he’s going to try. 

“Come on.” He takes Lily’s hand, encouraging her down the hall with him. When she comes, he wraps an arm around her shoulders to kiss her hair. “It’s alright. Come on, lovely.” 

The shower is already running when they open the bathroom door. James shuts it behind them before starting to strip, and Lily’s questioning look only lasts a moment before she’s doing the same. He sets his glasses on the counter. 

“Hi,” he says, pulling the shower curtain open enough to pop his head in. You look surprised, which is a surprise in itself; you must really be lost in your own head not to have heard them enter. “Room for two more in here?” 

There is, of course, room—as if James would ever let you get a place without a shower big enough for three—but still he’s relieved when you nod. He steps the rest of the way in, making room for Lily to squeeze in behind him. You seem to have scrubbed your face clean and now are letting the water do the work on the rest of you. Blood swirls down the shower drain. 

James steps closer, giving you long seconds to back away, to let your face reveal hesitation or denial, before he kisses you. Slowly. Warmly. You soften like butter in the sun, arms coming around him as his do you. 

“Didn’t get to do that properly when you got home,” James murmurs after your lips part. 

“Yeah,” you breathe. 

He fights to keep his lips from twitching at the now-familiar dazed quality to your tone. It is taking every ounce of his concentration to not think too hard about the two stunning women he’s sharing a shower with right now. 

Since Lily is no longer up to being the asker of questions, James gives it a whirl. “Do you want to tell us any more about what happened tonight?” 

Your eyes go weary and somber. He sees your throat bob as if around something painful. “We, um. We lost Edgar.” 

Lily makes a wounded sound. “Bones?” 

James has already drawn you into a hug. You nod against his chest, choking out a weak, “Yeah.” 

“Was it…”

“It was Lestrange,” you answer before Lily has to finish asking. Not Snape. She breathes out. 

“I’m so sorry,” she says, joining your hug. Water runs in rivulets down the three of you, transferring from one body to the other, off James’ nose and Lily’s hair and your chin, pooling in all the places you’re pressed together. James fights an ache in his own throat. You’d all known Edgar, but only you watched him die. This is a grief he and Lily can only share in parts of. 

There’s lots more kisses and murmuring before you get to the business of washing. James runs you over with a soapy cloth while Lily shampoos your hair, the both of them making sure no inch of you goes unseen to. Remus has done a good job; there are no scars where Snape’s curse tore you open. As the blood clears away, James can’t tell where it originated from at all. 

He tells you how happy they are to have you home. You smile at his exaggerated jokes about separation anxiety and squeeze his hand when he presses a thumb into the corner of it, chuffed with himself. Lily apologizes again for Snape, and you both promise her she’s not responsible for him until it seems almost like she believes it. James is kicked out of the shower in disgrace after mistaking your body wash for conditioner. He warms towels in the dryer while Lily works the tangles out of your hair with her fingers. 

When you go to bed, you’re still as exhausted as you were when you came home. You move like your body weighs a thousand pounds, and there’s a haunted look about your eyes, and you don’t seem up to saying much. But you curl up with James’ chest to your back and Lily’s leg draped across your own, and you’re loved, and that counts for something.

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ backstage bliss ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by anonymous ˚₊ ⊹

ft. mira x f! reader — kpop demon hunters

╰₊✧ mira wants to thank you for all of your hard work and make up for the stress she’s caused you before the show ┊1.2k words

contains: smut!! dom mira & sub reader┊backstage sex, receiving oral, established secret relationship

➤ author's note: she’s so hot omfg i love stone top femmes 

“come on, bobby! they’re going to show up soon, they always do, even if it’s last minute— stop stressing out so much, you’re going to start balding at this rate!”

despite your attempt at assuring him, you were starting to fear for your own hair at this rate. the fans were calling out for their idols, waving around their lightsticks, and becoming increasingly impatient by the second as the trio were late by a whopping four minutes. you would hate to disappoint them by sending them home without the wonderful experience of a huntrix concert, and you would hate even more to do all of the tedious work to ensure that everyone in the venue got their money back as well as a small piece of merch to make up for their troubles. your superior was calling them frantically to ask where the hell they were, and you were just mentally preparing yourself to step out and break the bad news to them.

just then, as if they were angels answering your prayers, they all fell from the skies like shooting stars and crashed onto the stage in an elegant manner, jumping straight into the performance seamlessly and saving the day. you would say you didn’t doubt them for a moment because you certainly did, but you felt like you were going to faint from relief. 

of course, you couldn’t just yet because you wanted to see your lovely girlfriend moving along to the music being blasted out of the speakers, dancing like it’s what she was born to do and all she ever wanted to do. you couldn’t let yourself show too much of your admiration and attract attention to your clear romantic adoration for her though, trying your best to hide the dopey smile that would overcome you whenever you stared for too long, but god, you couldn’t believe that she was all yours just as you were entirely hers. 

“i’m so sorry for worrying you, babe,” mira yelled out once the two of you were alone, running up behind you and almost knocking you over in an embrace. “i still can’t believe we fell for that, it’s like the demons are getting smarter or something…”

“you need to be more careful!” you scolded. “i don’t want anything bad to happen to you!” you remember when you used to be concerned for her when you first learned about her demon hunting secret, and while you had full faith in her skills now, the last part of her statement was starting to make you feel stressed out for her safety again.

“oh, don’t get your panties in a twist, we kicked their asses in less than five minutes,” she teased. “you really need to relax.”

“well, it’s difficult to relax when i have an idol girlfriend who’s constantly late to all of her events because she’s busy fighting creatures from the underworld!”

“hm… you’re right about that, i should probably make it up to you and help you destress…”

you felt your face get hot at the mischievous tone lacing her voice as her fingers fiddled with the hem of your skirt, “here? what if we get caught?”

“there’s no one here! come on now, i can tell you really need to blow off some steam. it’ll be fine, i promise.”

“okay… but you have to promise to be careful!”

“oh please, i’m nothing if not careful,” she snickered, pushing you to sit down on top of one of the speakers, and parting your thighs with your hands before hooking her fingers into your underwear and pulling it down to expose your lovely pussy to her awaiting brown eyes.

mira brought her face closer to your heat and wasted no time in dipping her tongue in, licking long, broad strokes against your folds and humming in delight at the taste of your sweetness. she watches you through her half-lidded lashes, drinking in your gorgeous facial expressions contorting in pleasure as she flicks the tip of her sharp tongue against your clit. “you’re so fucking pretty when you’re getting eaten out,” she cooed. she swears that the sight of you with your head thrown back and your mouth open in that adorable ‘o’ shape alone is enough to add five years to her lifespan each time, and she wants to see every single day for the rest of your lives together. 

“fuckkkk, miraa,” you whined as your fingers found their way tangled with her pink locks, subconsciously pushing her closer to your heat, something you didn’t even think was possible. 

she pressed her thumb against your weeping hole, tracing the outline and admiring how it twitched in need to be filled by her, “god, you’re so needy…”

“you were the one who wanted to do this,” you huffed, “i think that makes you the—”she cut you off by diving back in, eagerly lapping up your arousal seeping through, and turning your words into moans before you could finish. 

she loses her mind when she’s on her knees for you like this, slurping up that little piece of heaven between your thighs and worshipping like a devoted follower at an altar, sucking on your pearly little clit like it’s candy, and using her hands to keep your legs apart instead of squeezing at her head.

you felt so self-conscious, not just because of her intense passion, but also because of the location that was so recognizable yet was anything but at the same time. you felt like someone would walk in at any moment because they forgot something or someone cleaning up after hours would come across what the two of you were doing, eyes darting around nervously to keep a lookout until you felt mira’s teeth against your core in a threatening manner. 

“hey, eyes on me, baby,” she muttered, clearly displeased about your being distracted. 

“‘m sorry, i can’t help it…”

“don’t think about any of that,” she told you, although you were more focused on the sight of the trail of spit connecting her lips to your cunt, “just close your eyes and focus on me, okay?”

you nodded and did as she ordered, obedient as ever, shutting off all of your senses aside from touch, feeling her tongue thrust in and out of you before lapping at your most sensitive area in a constant motion. the push and pull made you feel that familiar knot in your stomach, growing tighter and tighter with every passing second. 

mira could feel it too, the way your nails started to dig into her scalp and your fingers tugging on her locks a little harder. she sped up her pace a little bit more as if she was possessed by raw desire, closing her lips around you and sucking hard, determined to make you finish and create a mess all over her lower face. even when you did finally orgasm, calling out her name with an arch of your back, she continued to leave little kitten licks all over as if she was trying to clean you up. 

resting the side of her head against your inner thigh, she looked up at you with the most detestably loveable look, smirking at you, “see? i told you it would be fine.”

“god, you’re so insufferable!” you pouted, “we really could have been caught!”

“yeah, but we didn’t,” she shrugged. her voice lowered to a whisper, “besides, we both know that it would have turned you on even more if someone did.” the look on your face made her burst out in laughter before getting back up, “come on, let's get you cleaned up, the others are probably wondering where we are.”

request:

M-Mira eating out assistant manager reader before a show, perhaps 🥹👉👈

[yamysunmoon]

My treasure

Pairing: jenna x fem!reader

Words: 1.6k (it was supposed to be a drabble bruh)

Summary: Jenna has an event and her look doesn't disappoint. On the way there, you get... Handsy.

a/n: couldn't think of a specific fit of hers so choose your fighter.

MASTERLIST

Your phone buzzes with a new message from Jenna's agent.

"where is she? We're waiting at the entrance! She has to leave the building now!"

You look up at the bathroom door closed in front of you.

"Jenna, your agent is going insane. You're gonna be late yet for another event and—"

The door opens, revealing Jenna clad in a breathtakingly beautiful dress. It's highlighting evert perfect curve, hugging her body the exact right way.

Your jaw drops just a bit, mouth ajar, lips parted. Your gaze drifts across her body. She lifts her arms, smirking in that particular way of hers. "You like it?"

You look up at her. Her hairstylist gets out of the bathroom behind her, carrying her things. "I like you" you correct her, ignoring the fact that you two are not alone.

She comes closer to you, with that playful glint in her eyes. The hairstylist exists the room, leaving you alone.

Your hands find her waist authomatically, the gesture already memorized, treasured in a special spot in your brain.

"You look incredible" you say softer, almost a murmur. She looks up at you, and her playful stare turns tender.

You lean in but she stops you, her hands on your chest. "The lipstick." She whispers, and she giggles a bit when you give her a grumpy glance.

"Hmmm..." You groan, your previous devotion shifting to soft annoyance.

Your phone buzzes again in your pocket. "We gotta go anyways" you murmur.

You lean back, but one of your hands remain on her waist as you lead her out of the hotel room.

She follows your guidance, as she usually does. You check her out bluntly when she passes by you, which doesn't go unnoticed for her.

Admiring her perfect ass, your eyes find hers when you look up, briefly glancing at you over her shoulder. You both chuckle softly, one of her hands finds yours and leads you to the elevator.

She turns around slowly once there, and now you cup her neck with both hands, almost capable of feeling the particles of warm air fillling the distance between you. Neither of you say a thing, but the tension becomes dense in that reduced space.

She parts her crimson lips, tilts her head just enough for the tendons of her neck to tense seductively, and her collarbone is prominent when she inhales deeply, then lets the air go out a profound sigh.

You scan every one of this details as in trying to know everything about her by heart. Every single touch. Her gleaming skin, and that soft, elegant perfume.

"You can't look at me like that and expect me not to kiss you" you whisper in a husky voice.

It's not intentional, but as you say those words, you take some steps forward, causing her to press her back against the wall behind her ever so softly.

"Like what?" She coos, looking up at you with that innocent sparkle, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Exactly like that" you murmur, more to yourself.

She lets out a breathy chuckle. You can feel her dimples under your thumbs.

Your eyes meet again, and the teasing glint in her eyes subsides. Pure adoration and smoldering passion replace it.

You could get lost in that stare. You have, indeed, done that already. Purposefully. Inevitably.

You feel her hands hold onto your shirt, exactly above the waistband of your pants. You feel her nails gently scratching your waist through the fabric.

You know what that grip means. That quiet, raw passion she always has inside of her, burning. That untamed desire she usually keeps on point, but occasionally invades her.

You know what she needs.

"I swear, the moment we get back here..."

The elevator makes a sound, indicating you've reached the main hall. The doors opens, and her grip looses until her hands fall languidly to her sides.

You give her chin a shallow caress with your thumbs before finally letting go.

"When we get back here...?" she asks suggestively, glancing briefly at your lips before gently pushing you away and walking out of the elevator.

You follow her. She chats briefly with her agent before the main doors, then the agent gets out before her, a horde of paparazzis are waiting outside.

You lean closer to her, your lips graze her ear as you whisper "When we get back here... I'll show you just how easily I can take off all of this," you gesture at her clothes, "those that took that long to put on".

She glances at you almost imperceptibly, raising one of her eyebrows ever so slightly. Her lips curl up into a sideways smile.

But she doesn't say anything. You know you make her speechless when you say things like that.

Instead, she lifts her chin, defiant, already getting into character, into her celebrity persona. "We'll see" she says playfully, looking outside.

You shake your head and chuckle. "Sure... We'll see" You step outside, before her.

The cameras ignore you, but just as you reach the car, you hear the frantic clicking behind you, letting you know Jenna is following you.

"Jenna! Jenna, over here please! Beautiful!"

You open the door for her and wait patiently. You smile softly, admiring her pose. She has her hands on her waist, one foot before the other, and she tilts her head here and there, taking a moment to pose for them all.

Just as she's turning her head, she notices you and her gaze softens, and she truly smiles. To you.

She walks towards you, "thank you, pretty girl" she flirts as she steps into the car.

"Oh, she treats her so well" a fan comments, referring to you just as you get inside and close the door. You can't help but to smile slyly.

As you go through the city, you look through the window with Jenna resting against your shoulder, both of her hands possessively cupping one of yours.

"Hey" you comment, turning to look down at her. "You don't usually pose that much for paparazzis, right? Especially in a day like this, where we're in a hurry".

You notice the dimple forming in her cheek, even if you can't fully see her face.

"I don't" she says plainly, in a soft voice. "But you were watching."

Your breath hitches for a moment, and you squeeze her hand. She looks up, with that stare again.

You can't resist.

You gently push her against the seat, one of your hands wandering along her thighs, fingers splayed out, pressing teasingly.

She looks surprised, but she lets you continue, her hands gently grabbing your sides.

You lean forward, giving her a lustful, passionate stare before you tilt your head, going for her neck.

Your gestures are paused, calm, slow. Tracing her neck with gentle peck kisses, brushing your nose against her pulse point.

She's stiff, tense. Incapable of giving in to her desires, being fully aware of where she's heading. Of who she is, who she has to be.

But you make her mind go blurry sometimes. She closes her eyes, lost in sensations, and for a moment she forgets who she has to be for everybody, instead she can only think of you, of who she is with you.

Your kisses grow, pressing your lips against her perfumed skin for long seconds now.

You feel her arms around your shoulders. She whimpers your name, in a weak warning. "Baby..." She whines against your ear, her voice husky and high.

Your hand continues roaming over her skin, making the silky fabric slip up. Your knuckles graze her panties covering her mound, and she jolts. "Babe...!" She scolds, but her hug tightens around your neck.

"Trust me, I'm trying..." You murmur before tracing her jawline with your nose.

"No, not there" she murmurs, leaning back, shivering a little. "You're gonna ruin my makeup, dork" she says beaming.

You take a moment to admire her relaxed expression, with hooded eyes and a lazy smile. Her breathing is a little labored, soft puffs leave her full, crimson lips.

Still looking at her, you move your fingers a bit, this time grazing her panties with full intention.

She jolts again and pulls her hips back. "Stop..." She scolds again, her voice now low. But her smirk remains. You spread your fingers a bit, and trace her slit.

Her expressions melts into a beautiful mix of pleasure and delight. Her smile curling into a silent moan, she throws her head back slowly, and looks at you through hooded eyes. She drives you nuts.

You groan. "Hmm, you're such a tease..."

And even if you two are still looking deeply into eachother's eyes, you can hear the racket outside.

After a final trace, you withdraw your hand, not before leaving gentle caresses all over her thigh.

You break eye contact only to look down and help her fix the dress, pulling it down back to place. You don't notice her loving, heart eyes on you as you do so.

She fixes her hair as well, even if there's nothing to fix. "Hey, it's okay. I was good, alright?" you joke, giving her a teasing smile.

She glares at you playfully. "Mhm..."

Even if she's comfortable with you, you can tell she's now getting nervous.

You're now in the car queue, getting closer and closer to the event.

She looks outside, sitting straight, hands on her lap, waiting. Tense.

You give her a soothing touch on her arm. "Hey" you call her softly.

Slowly, she turns her head. She tilts it, listening. You smile sweetly.

"You're looking stunning. Nobody here is taking away from your beauty, your talent or your kindness."

The car continues moving, now it's almost time. Her expression relaxes the moment she looks at you and hears your words.

"So, don't worry, my love. You've got it."

She smiles, completely in love.

"Damn you, you earned a kiss" she murmurs leaning forward.

You have the right time to chuckle smugly, but before you can use that sharp mouth of yours, she silences you with a soft, intentional kiss on the lips.

She leans back seconds after. "And your makeup?" You tease, raising an eyebrow.

She rolls her eyes and leans back. "I'm sure Melanie can fix it" she comments, turning around to open her car door.

People outside immediately call her name. Excited shouts reach your ears. And you know, they might love the idea of her, but you love her. And that, is yours to treasure.

a/n: Maybe you're gonna beg for a part 2. Well, beg harder.

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[aheathen-conceivably]

And five six seven eight…

Violette lifted both of her arms above her head into a graceful oval. Timed with her next inhale, she arched her feet into carefully balanced points on the threadbare rug.

And five, six, seven, eight… 

One of her arms floated down from above her head, and then her left foot rose from the floor to meet the bend of her knee so that her entire body weight rested on only the tip of her big toe. She usually spent her Sundays this way, performing for an audience comprised of the ever-present ballerina in the box and a collection of dolls and Teddy Bears now beginning to collect dust in the corners of her room. They were her very own silent sentinels, keeping watch of her feet as they danced on the floor and helping her keep time with the count in her mind.

And five, six, seven… 

But wafting through the crack her mother made her keep in the door was the sound of humming. She hadn’t noticed it at first, drowned out as it was by the music in her mind; but as the lulling sound transformed into a melody with words, the rigid posture of her shoulders softened. Although quiet, the voice danced over the unintelligible lyrics with the perfect pitch and tenor, sung with a sort of wistful melancholy that made you long for something despite how sorrowful it was. 

She knew the voice, of course - from a thousand lullabies and absentminded chore-songs. Still, it never seemed to grow old, especially when it came to her mother unburdened and unselfconscious like it was now. One after the other, Violette let her feet go flat on the floor, listening to the quiet intricacies of the voice as she followed it the short distance down the hall.

She stopped in the doorway, twirling her fingers self-consciously as her mother looked into the mirror. She loved when she could catch her like this - getting ready for work with a sense of purpose that made her seem like a hummingbird in flight. She tilted her head sideways, looking at the neatly tied bow on her mother’s lapel and wondering if it was Monday after all.

Zelda seemed to notice her, and seamlessly transformed the hum already in her throat into spoken words. “Oh! Lottie! Perfect. I was just coming to find you. I have to run by the library to sign for a package. I should only be an hour. Maybe two. If you need anything just go by the cabin and tell Gio. Just - be nice to him, please?”

Violette watched her adjust her earring back again, admiring how the pearls always seemed to highlight her face. “It opens this week, right?”

Zelda stopped, leaving her hand curled beneath her ear as her eyes crept toward the figure in her doorway. “It does. Wednesday...”

“Do you - do you think I can go with you then? After school?”

A small smile played on Zelda’s face, twitching at the corner near where her hand was still suspended as if frozen in surprise. "Do you - would you like to come with me today? You can see it first. Before anyone else gets to..."

The front door of the library opened without a sound. The brass hinges had been shined and oiled only days before, simply waiting for the moment when someone would make use of them. From the newly organized entryway, the smell of old wood emanated out onto the porch. Only now it was accompanied by the scent of fresh paint and sawdust rather than the moldering dust and stagnant air that had lived alongside it before.

Violette took two steps inside, her wide eyes basking in every inch of the place. Zelda watched her, too happy to realize that she was doing exactly what she herself had done when Alexander had first taken her here months before. Careful not to ruin the spell, she silently angled the door closed, following Violette as her fascination took her into the adjacent solarium.

Surrounded by late afternoon sunshine, Violette spun in a circle, her gaze trailing all the way to the top of the two story bookshelves and then back down again. Every row was filled from one end to the other with books - dozens and dozens and dozens of them. She could feel tears forming in her eyes just imagining how many stories were up there. It seemed like nothing short of magic that they had been collected in one place just waiting for someone to walk through the freshly painted doors and discover them.

Awestruck beyond words she turned around again, facing the wall opposite the soaring windows where a half a dozen portraits and photographs were displayed. “Who are they?”

Zelda followed her eyes, looking sideways toward the patinated gazes lining the wall. “They used to live here. Well some of them - others are members of their family from before the house was built.” She stopped speaking, expecting Violette’s attention to have turned elsewhere, but instead her daughter turned toward her expectedly. An insuppressible smile pulled at both corners of Zelda's lips. 

“I’ve been researching them. For the plaques. It’s been difficult at points, especially without traveling to other archives. But - but the man all the way to the top, do you see him? He’s the oldest member of the family I could find. He came here from England over a hundred years ago, in 1820. I imagine there must be more records there but -”

“From England? The way you did?”

Zelda turned toward her, her mouth still open in speech but now suspended in suppressed surprise. “I - yes. I - suppose so.” 

Violette smiled at her before she turned back to the wall of portraits, her eyes moving down them like she was reading the lines of a story. As she reached the bottom, where the most recent pictures had been placed, she tilted her head sideways like she had understood something. Then she turned back to the windows over her shoulder, the light filtering through them with a peculiar magic of its own. She watched it dance, speaking toward the panes as she did so. “Did you really make all this happen?”

Her voice had been hushed - so full of awe and childish disbelief that it pulled at Zelda’s heart. “I - I like to think I helped.”

Although Zelda couldn’t see her face, a proud, emotional countenance overtook Violette. Zelda brought her hands together, trying to peek over her daughter’s shoulder as she addressed her. “Do you like it?”

“I love it.”

Violette turned around, directing her attention back to her mother as she finished the heavily impressed final words. 

“Would you like to see my office? It's just upstairs...”

A fervent nod and excited smile was all the answer that Zelda would have needed, but Violette skipped over to her, lacing her arm around hers as she pulled them forward as though she knew the way. “Can you tell me more about them? The family on the wall?”

Zelda nodded, her words hushed and excited as she began to tell Violette the stories that she had found in her research. As they left the room their voices echoed through the hallways. Their footsteps sounded alongside them, keeping time with one another with every step.

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[jordiemeow]

omg would love your thoughts on stepbrother!patrick. def a lot more of a freak

absolutely agreed. where art is a freak in private, patrick could not care LESS.

he's ogling you shamelessly, watching the way your shorts ride up or your tits spill out of your tank. wolf whistling, patting you on the ass when he passes and muttering fake apologies despite the way you catch a glimpse of the corner of his lip quirks as soon as he turns away. accidentally barges in on you in the shower when he needs his toothbrush but he takes his time to admire the curve of your body through the fogged-up glass and rubs one out afterwards.

he convinces himself it's you who wants it. the way you look at him and goad him when your parents aren't home. you're just as pervy as he is. or, at least, that's how he justifies it. actively makes comments like "you don't even try to be quiet, do you? it's like you want me to hear" when he hears you touching yourself in the next room over. on one occasion, he pushes his luck enough to 'accidentally' walk in on you, legs spread and toy nestled between them. you see him, of course. maybe you keep going anyways, just to mess with him.

"you like putting on a show that much, huh?"

and then the front door opens before things can escalate, leaving you both to come down from whatever the fuck that was alone in your separate bedrooms.

it all comes to a head a while after that. you get blasted out of your mind at a party and he offers to take you home. not that he's in any state to drive, mind you, but he sees an opportunity. he somehow manages to get the pair of you home safely but neither of you make any effort to get out of the car. he leans over to undo your seatbelt for you, hand lingering on your thigh while the pair of you stare at each other. he's not sure who moves first—probably him—but five minutes later he has you bent over in the back seat right outside your house, ploughing into you, groaning about how he's wanted to do this for so long. about how he's sick of seeing you in bikinis and not being able to do anything, sucking on lolly pops to taunt him, leaving your door open just a crack when you're getting changed.

absolutely brags to art about it afterwards because he knows his best friend has a thing for you. "no condom, by the way. she liked it messy." art tells him he's sick, but he just shrugs it off. "maybe. but i still fucked her first."

maybe one night you bring a date home, cosied up on the couch to watch a movie. patrick's passive aggressive all night, deciding now he's a living room kind of guy to avoid leaving the pair of you alone. he justifies it by claiming he's just a 'good brother' and 'keeping an eye on you.' but when your date goes home, he's quick to corner you.

"you think he can fuck you better than me? bet he doesn't even know what you sound like when you cum."

"of course he does," you lie straight through your teeth.

"wanna compare? let me bend you over right now and prove it."

refuses to touch you until you're begging. his dirty talk is always absolutely filthy, always highlighting the reality of your relationship. "say it. say you want your stepbrother to fuck you. c'mon, use your words." he gets off on the thrill of being caught. sneaking into your room at night, hand over your mouth to silence your sweet mewls. every thrust a risk, each moan a gamble, but it's worth it in the end. "ah ah ah. shhh. you're being loud again, baby. you want them to hear? want them to know you're getting filled by their golden boy?"

he's big into hickeys. thinks it's fucking hilarious to point them out in front of your parents, acting like it wasn't him that left him there just to watch how embarrassed you get while your mother frowns in disapproval and his dad pretends not to notice.

he acts like he's proud of you. like you're just some innocent little thing. you get good grades—as far as your parents are concerned, you never do anything wrong. patrick would do anything to break that image. "you're such a good girl for everyone else.... but in this room, with my cock in your mouth? not daddy's sweet girl anymore, are you?"

or he makes you watch yourself in the mirror. hand curled around your throat to keep your head up so you can see the blissed out, cock-drunk look on your face. "look at yourself. look how fucked out you are. look what your stepbrother does to you."

he sends you filthy texts at the dinner table with your family asking whether you're thinking about it too. about him taking you right there. bet your pussy's already dripping through those little shorts. and when you reply with wanna check? he ducks his head under the table to 'pick up his fork,' met with the sight of you opposite him, pushing your shorts to the side, pussy glistening and no panties in sight. what a tease.

loves when you talk back. he's big into testing your limits: edging, choking, orgasm control, anal, calling you dirty names just to see how far he can take it. and you're always willing to go further. "look at you. from my bratty little stepsister to my perfect little slut."

also probably has a breeding kink. finds it especially hot because he's your 'brother.' send tweet

[vicolette]

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐭 !

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, uses of y/n, part two of Brother's Admirer, not proofread

"Why did you drag me here?"

Irene gave you a look that told you everything you needed to know, awkwardly avoiding her gaze as you stared at your suddenly-very-interesting shoes. Embarrassment washed over you as you now not only had to endure her teasing, as if that wasn't bad enough already, but also meet Pau.

Pau Cubarsí – the little brother of your friend, who was the psychotherapist of your mother. You had met Irene months ago, when she had randomly approached you and asked if your mother was her patient, and that is how the two of you became best friends.

Irene and you immediately hit it off, going on dates together and sharing a love for many interests, yet you never planned this.

You were in love with her younger brother.

Now, as you stood by the gates of FC Barcelona's training ground and heard some yells from the players, you felt your heart race incredibly fast, that it almost hurt you. With a dizzy min and a shaky voice, you struggled to maintain your composure.

"Wait-" Your friend suddenly said as she tapped her chin, wondering about something that was definitely not important. Before you could ask her to drive you home and get away from here, Irene lightly grazed her hair as she looked at you.

"Hey, I need to check if I still have something in my car." At that moment, you had genuinely believed her and gave her a nod, staring at Irene for a few seconds and then looking back at the facilities. All of a sudden, you didn’t feel her presence beside you and got the hint.

She was trying to hit you up with Pau.

A few quiet curse words left from your mouth as your gaze followed her figure, until she took a corner and eventually was out of vision. Some time after, athletes from the big club started to come out to get back home, who always stared at you. Raphinha had firstly thought you were a crazy fan, before you avoided his gaze and awkwardly whistled. Kounde just nodded at you and Lamine?

Oh, Lamine.

Lamine slightly narrowed his eyes, a smirk dancing on the corner of his lips before he practically came up towards you, dragging Pau behind him. Your heart dropped to your feet, publicly shaming yourself for every single life decision that brought you here.

"Yo! I know you." Lamine said with the very same way too much enthusiasm in his voice, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he tried to remember your name. "Who were you again? Y…"

"Y/n." Pau interrupted him on instinct, his eyes completely focused on your features before he turned his head to look away, earning a slap on his back from his best friend.

"Right! Well, I see you here sometimes." You nodded and were about your speak, yet your mouth was left hanging open before Lamine realized something.

"Oh, shit. I need to go, my dad is gonna be mad." Although you hadn’t met his parents, from what the media told you, they were actually pretty chill and not too strict. However, as you watched Lamine sprint to his father's car, you had thought otherwise.

Pau, who had met his parents, didn’t think so. It was obvious that Lamine was purposefully trying to keep you two alone, even if it wasn’t much of a smart decision when their teammates continued to walk out and they could only see two teenagers not even daring to physically touch each other.

"You know where Irene is?" Pau suddenly questioned, wiping the sweat off of his hands as he saw you lightly tense up.

"Yeah, said she needed something from her car, and then she would be back." You answered honestly with a shy smile gracing your beauty, making Pau also smile and nod his head.

Nevertheless, it soon became clear that she was taking her sweet time and not beating around a bush just to talk with someone, which was definitely not what the two of you were doing.

"So, uh-" As you tilted your head to look at Pau, confusion growing while he stared at you, he mentally started to beat himself up for even speaking, feeling his cheek get redder by the minute.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Sorry, what?"

"Nothing! Nothing…"

And after that, it was pure silence as you stared at him with a shocked expression, before shaking your head 'no' and biting on your bottom lip. This was embarrassing.

"No?" Pau repeated, as if he couldn’t believe what you were saying, which was obvious by the way he looked at you up and down to both admire your beauty and to question every other man's choice of love.

In response, you could only laugh and shake your head in disbelief, surprised by how bold Pau was being. "No."

"Oh. Wow. Okay..?" He curiously remarked, blinking a few times to make his point clear. Meanwhile, you only felt your heartbeat speed up, feeling shy under his gaze.

"Wait, so that means that we can go on a date, right?" All of a sudden, he blabbered it out and gave you a stare that told you everything – he was dead serious.

"Well, yeah."

"No, wait." Pau raised his index finger to stop you from speaking, thinking for a while about his own words before he finally said his thoughts out loud, repeating himself. "Dear Y/n, do you wanna go out with me?"

His words were endearing to you, and even more so when you had noticed his obvious seriousness. Pau was a sweet boy, after all, bug you had never seen him from this perspective. "Sure, whenever you’re free."

Pau pumped his fist and grinned at you, awkwardly rubbing his nape as he realized how odd his actions were and muttered a quiet apology. Just then, you two felt Lewandowski walk by with his phone held on his hand in a suspiciously manner.

"Lewy." The said person stopped walking, hiding his phone in his pocket while he turned around to face you two with a big smile on his face.

"My favorite teammate, Pau!" He so clearly emphasized the word 'favorite', as if it would save him from being jumped by the younger. "What do you need?"

"Delete that video, idiot."

"Uh…" Lewandowski hesitated for a moment, or at least feigned hesitation, before a wide grin grew on his face as he already took some steps back. Pau followed with slow movements, before their movements began to speed up. "Nah, good luck on your first date, though!"

"Come back here, you bastard!"

– A/N : eighth I hate this the title doesn’t even suit ts

[slutzforbueckers]

Hii!! Can you do one where Paige is taking care of sick reader? Thank you sm!

STILL THE PRETTIEST

♡— pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

♡— warnings: none

♡— synopsis: paige is in love and can’t help but take care of you wherever you’re sick.

♡— a/n: sorry this took so long, enjoy!!

you were curled up in bed with all the covers wrapped around you like you were a burrito. paige hadn’t left your side since she first came in 30 minutes ago. she had left to get you the soup you had been begging for but as soon as she presented it to you, you claimed the smell made you nauseous. 

you hadn’t gotten out of bed since yesterday morning when you started feeling bad. paige didn’t mind catering to your every need but you were starting to not smell so pleasant and she was desperate to wash the sheets and covers. 

“come on, baby, please? just let me give you a bath or something, it’ll make you feel better.” she spoke softly as she pulled the blanket down enough to see your whole face. you whined because of the new light shining in your face and tried to pull the blanket up again, paige kept a strong grip on it so you couldn’t. 

“no, m’cold.” you pouted, blinking open your eyes to look at her. she smiled softly at the sight of your eyes opening but she still didn’t let up about you getting out of bed. 

“and you know what’ll warm you up? a nice, long bath.” paige ran her hand over your forehead and pushed away the stray hairs clinging to your skin. you were back and forth with being cold and hot but you never stopped sweating. paige checked your temperature when she came in and she gave you some meds—which took 15 minutes for you to even take. 

the more you thought about it— through your sick-fogged mind—the more a bath sounded nice. you knew you wouldn’t even really have to do anything, paige would do it all because she loved you and taking care of you had to be one of her favorite things to do. 

paige saw the thought flicker in your eyes and she already knew you had made up your mind—even though you hadn’t said it out loud. she leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “i’ll get the water running.” 

“thank you.” you whispered, voice low and raspy from all the coughing you’d been doing. paige’s lips twitched in an almost smile and she stood from the bed. you watched her move around the room, picking out clothes for you to wear and making sure to grab your favorite pair of fluffy socks—she even grabbed your lavender candle to light. 

you watched her with a thankful look on your face because you knew she didn’t have to do any of these things for you, especially not when she was probably exhausted herself, but she did and she did it without complaining. it was one of the things you admired and hated about her. she was always making sure to take care of others before she took care of herself. you always told her she needed to learn to be selfish sometimes but in reality you knew it was one of the things that made her the person she is now. 

after a few minutes she reappeared from the bathroom and took a seat on the edge of the bed beside you. your head was pounding and your body felt weak but still you managed to push the covers down and try to sit up. 

“easy,” paige’s hand shot out to help you sit up. she didn’t necessarily want you moving around too much—it was almost funny really, how fragile and precious you were in her mind. she helped you swing your legs off the side of the bed and she stood up first so she could help you properly. “there you go, i got you.” 

you wrapped your arm around her waist and leaned into her side when you stood up, scrunching your face up because standing up only made your head spin and not in a good way. paige’s eyes never left you as she steadied you by her side. “my body feels like jello.” 

paige let out a soft laugh and held you a little tighter, she took small steps forward as she directed you to the bathroom. the candle was already lit and sitting on the edge of the counter, only one of the lights were on which made it darker but more comfortable, and she had made sure to use your peppermint bubble bath—you smelt it as soon as you walked in and the little detail made you smile. 

she ran her hands over your sides as you pulled away from her and lifted your arms. her fingers found the hem of your oversized shirt and she started to tug it over your head. getting you undressed was fairly easy since you hadn’t been wearing a lot, just an oversized tee and a pair of pink panties. 

when you stepped into the water you immediately let out a soft sigh—and then an even louder one when you sat down and let the warm water consume you. your eyes fluttered shut and you felt the best you had in a couple days. the sting of peppermint filled you senses each time you inhaled but your sinuses were opening and you could finally breathe. paige kneeled beside you and rested her arms on the side of the tub, watching you visibly relax. 

it was the most relaxed she’d seen you in days and she genuinely felt her chest swarm with love. she reached out and ran her hand from your hair to cupping your cheek, you leaned into her hand and opened your eyes. “i love you, y’know.”  

you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face because no matter how many times she told you, you always loved hearing it. you pressed your head into her hand a bit and scrunched your face up in the way she always thought was cute. “maybe too much.” 

“there's no such thing.” paige rolled her eyes but she still had that love sick smile on her face. to paige there really was no such thing as loving you too much, she loved you so much sometimes she thought her heart really was going to explode. 

“please, i look the worst right now and you still probably think i’m the prettiest girl in the world.” you chuckled as you reached your hand down into the water and collected some bubbles on your palm before gently coaxing them onto her cheek. 

she crunched up her face but her answer came immediately, like there was no thinking about it—because there wasn’t. 

“i do.” 

[ottocre]

˚✶ * unfocused w/ suna or your gaze keeps distracting suna (slightly suggestive)

m.list / wc: 572

    you bring your thumb up to your lips, parting slightly to gently lick the edge of your fingertip. grabbing at the corner of the next page between your thumb and index finger, it sits comfortably within your touch. flipping it over, it releases a familiar sounding noise, playing harmoniously with the birds chirping above. biting your lip, you peek behind your book, astounded by the sight in front of you.

  suna is holding is own book, a classic novel that he’s nearly halfway through. one arm is hoisted up behind his head, the other holding the book in front of him. you can see his eyebrows twitch as something in the book stirs him up, a thin line forming in between the hairs. his lips keep a steady form, straight and only wavering as his eyebrows furrow. 

  his focus is entirely on the book, and yours entirely on him. the way the sun catches against his dark hair, filtering through the leaves to create a unique pattern against his figure. you notice how his fingers shift against the binding of the book, unable to get a comfortable hold on it. suna’s legs begin to shift against yours. his form feels comfortable against yours, like it was always meant to be there.

  just before your eyes could return to your own book, his shift upwards from the pages. they lock onto yours like a predator onto prey. the golden flakes in his eyes only looking more beautiful under the sunlight. “d’you need something?” his voice comes out a little hoarse, hours of pure silence and sunlight weighing on him.

  “no, just admiring the view,” you shrug, looking back to your book.

  suna shifts again, arm moving from the back of his head. his hand reaches over to your thigh, patting the side of it, thumb running up and down in a smoothing motion. “the view would be much prettier if her book was lower,” he replies, taking his hand off your thigh to push your book downwards, a crooked smile on his lips.

  raising your eyebrows, you try to hide your smile, biting your lip instinctively. staring back at him, your eyes narrow, “what? i can’t admire you?”

  “no, because you look at me like that,” suna looks away for a moment, body still fixed on you, just waiting for his eyes to follow suit, “and it becomes hard to focus.”

  his lips part slightly, legs shifting above yours. finally, his eyes follow the horizon until they make their way back to you. your skin shines beneath the distant sun, eyes sharp and unmoving from his. he can feel his stomach bubble as his heart races, skin feeling hot under your gaze, hands getting clammy. his jaw clenches quickly before reaching his arm back behind his head. 

  “like what?” you raise an eyebrow, looking back to your book, shoulders shaking as you hold back a laugh. 

  suna’s mouth grows agape, eyes wide as he stares at the back of your book. taking in a deep breath, he rolls his eyes, foot twitching as he tries to slow his heartbeat. only for your book to shift in your hands. one slowly lowers from the binding, reaching for his thigh. it rests against the top of his jeans, thumb reaching for the inner part of his thigh. skin pulsating in that spot, he shakes his head, knowing he won’t be focusing for the rest of the afternoon. 

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[bewitched-hours]

Hello there ! first of al you are realy cool writet:D

and second of all can l have small request so l have idea fantasy!forsaken /Yan!azuretime ×lapis lazuli reader like reader is a water gem robloxian and live in water towers whit their kind and azure and two time meet whit them by accident and fall in love whit reader (reader have same traumas like lapis lazuli)

Gonna be honest, I genuinely had trouble reading this but I'll still happily do it! And thanks for the compliment! I love Steven Universe so this is gonna be a lot of fun!

Reader gets She/Her-

Being a gem was never easy.

Sure, your kind were adored for keeping this world in such great condition and bringing balance to the elements but...

Sometimes it got overwhelming.

That's why you preferred your time in the water towers you made with your fellow water gems. You could hide from the public there and relax... Usually.

Hell, you didn't even mind the occasional visitors if they were being polite but maybe that's why you ended up in a mirror.

No... Who were you kidding... You had no fault in this.

It was all the gem war that started this. A war where all of gemkind were wrapped into the chaos and had to choose between fighting and fleeing.

But you took too long to choose and ended up sealed into your gem form to be put into a mirror and show the holder whatever they want from a moment in history.

You never forgot... And you wanted out...

You've been held by many people, told to show them different points in time which forced you to relive those memories even if you weren't apart of them initially.

You figured you could finally rest when you were hidden away from prying eyes and left in darkness after a crack in your gem messed with your abilities. They finally grew tired of you not functioning and left you to rot in your own abyss...

Naturally, it was a shock to see another face again. Much less that of a regular robloxian.

You were confused at first, trying to figure out how much time had passed as they called out to someone to take a better look at your current form.

They creeped you out a bit but you'd take any chance for freedom you could get. You just had to wait and spend enough time with them to hopefully form your own sentences to communicate.

You fortunately- or unfortunately- knew you couldn't access the long-forgotten history anymore. There was no more torture but also no way to call for help because you just knew if you had called for help when you could, those who knew would've only punished you for being unruly.

"Azure! Come look at this!" Two Time called out as they held your prison of polished silver with a reflective metal framed with turtle shell and gold. Back in the times where this mirror was made, it could've sold for a lot. It gave you an odd sense of pride back then.

Another face came into view before both of them seemed to admire your little prison... If only they knew...

Regardless, you were patient. You watched whatever the mirror allowed you to see as they took you away and brought you to a small cabin by the ocean.

Although they didn't place you in a way where you could see the waves, hearing them was just as comfortable as you allowed them to inspect your gem.

"I wonder what happened..." Azure muttered.

Oh, you would've happily shown them the war that happened after robloxians got a little too greedy and decided to spark a war between gems... But alas...

"Well, we could try to get it out but it seems stuck pretty deep... It would sell better after being repaired." Two Time's words stuck to you like a needle. They didn't know you were alive but thinking of being sold was... Unpleasant...

It was over the span of the next few days where you could capture enough from them to start your plan.

It started small, grabbing their attention by butting into their conversation with a suggestion you picked up from Azure, using their own morning greetings to wish them a good morning, that stuff.

Once they actually began talking to you did things go quicker.

They'd learn fast that you can only repeat back what they've indirectly taught you and they tried to use that to figure out more about you. It wasn't too surprising but you've been able to explain you were the gem on the back of the mirror and that you needed to be freed.

You promised them you'd do anything for your freedom and they agreed to talk about your end of the deal once you were out. You couldn't thank them enough for it.

Maybe you should've never asked them in the first place. Just stay quiet and wait for another century or two. It would've been easy.

But no, you were too eager to move again.

The real story started when they finally got you out. They somehow managed to put in enough force but still be as careful as ever when they pulled you out and you were able to reform. You didn't have any pupils because your gem was still cracked so your eyes were a little more reflective.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you!" You practically rushed to see them up close and show them your gratitude. "I-I can finally move! I can see freely!"

You spun around and materialized your water wings to make sure your gem was still properly intact.

But you didn't forget your end of the deal.

"What can I do to show my gratitude?" You smiled softly, not realizing they had both been mesmerized by your beauty and quietly agreed on something while you had been spinning and looking at the stars.

"We want you to stay with us." Were the words that sealed your fate. Innocent at first glance and you were too overwhelmed with the feeling of freedom to really deny.

With a simple handshake, your fate was sealed and you were effectively bound to them until the day they'd die.

You could still be around the cabin and play with the water like you used to but they were patient in showing you why they wanted you to stay with them.

From the moment they laid their eyes on you, it was an obsession. They wanted to be the only ones admiring your beauty and gentle nature but they didn't want you to get scared or lose your smile.

It started with convincing you that you would be taken away and tortured if you were found out along with some convenient coincidences where strangers were being pushy with you and they stepped in to protect you... It just helped that you had a more timid nature with strangers now that you were out and vulnerable again.

Then it evolved into little affectionate gestures and convincing you they wanted to make you feel safe and comfortable even though you couldn't figure out where other gems were.

Eventually they even had you convinced that any gems spotted were crushed and turned into jewelry, which further aided in keeping you dependant on them.

It was through all that, all their work, that eventually got them to their goal when you confessed you've felt a strong draw to them and they were quick to reciprocate. It made your heart flutter and you never once considered questioning them, making their prepared excuses for nothing.

Although, you could've sworn that they'd whisper about their obsession with you whenever you dozed off... But they'd always tell you you must be hearing things...

If anyone picked up on the fact I used a mirror specifically from medieval times in this, you get a cookie (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[icycoldninja]

Hey! I see requests are open.

Can I ask Dante from dmc 4 or 5 x shy! fem! reader that she's into light bondage, like her wrists tied up above her head, or her ankles, and maybe even being blinfolded. 🤭 And I bet Dante teases, complimenting her. And she has voice kink because deep voices makes her swoon, and strength kink because Dante is strong as hell (pun intended).

And that's it. I hope it's not difficult ask. 😅 And take your time and I wish you good day!

And that's it. I hope it

It's not difficult at all! I'm so sorry I took centuries to post this though, hope you enjoy.

Look what you did to me (DMC5!Dante x Fem!Reader)

"Don't you look like a sweet little present?" Dante chuckled from somewhere in front of you, his exact position unknown to you because of the blindfold he'd tied around your eyes. He held your wrists in place above your head and straddled you, snickering goofily to himself as he tied your hands together with some repurposed ribbon from a birthday celebration or something of that sort.

"There we go," He continued, pressing a kiss to your cheek after he was done, his stubble beard tickling you slightly—barely perceptibly. His hands slid down your arms, along your breasts, then along the curves of your waist before settling right above your hips, giving you an unprecedented little tickle, before he leapt off of you so he could slither between your legs and situate himself between your thighs.

"Dante—" You began, only to cut yourself off with a tiny moan when he kissed your clit.

"Shhh," He told you, voice deep and runbly, while lifting your hips up a little so he could have better access to your pussy, which was getting wetter by the second. "Just relax and let me eat you up, ok?"

With that, he lowered himself back down to his meal and began hungrily licking that tingling little bud of yours, bringing one hand down to gently pry your entrance open with two fingers, scissoring your throbbing folds softly, a stark contrast to the ravenous way he was suckling on your clit.

With your hands tied, there wasn't much you could do to escape from this position—not that you wanted to. You were far too busy whimpering and moaning Dante's name while he just kept on devouring you. It wasn't long before you felt the telltale signs of an orgasm approaching rapidly like some kind of storm, and like a sudden peal of thunder, it crashed down on you, making your walls flutter wildly around Dante's fingers, your legs shaking and the room filled with the sounds of your cries.

You could make out Dante's low chuckles as he detached himself from you, lingering in the space between your thighs for just a moment, probably admiring your trembling, panting form, before getting up and off the bed, the sounds of clothing being tossed aside warning you of what he was about to do. In no time at all, he'd returned to the bed and wrenched your legs apart, his sudden display of strength making you gasp. You felt him rub the tip of his dick into you, making you think for a moment that he would be gentle. He quickly forced this thought out of your head with a firm thrust that had your body tensing up in response.

"Dante!" You moaned, making Dante snicker again, his hands sliding down to your thighs and lifting them up, essentially folding you in half so he could plow into you easier.

"Mmm, that's it," He was sighing, leaning forwards so you could hear him better, the low timbre of his voice combined with his forceful thrusts making you shudder. "You're so tight, so wet." He all but growled, removing one hand from your thigh to grope your breasts. "I'll bet this is the closest to heaven I'll ever get."

"Oh Dante," You whimpered, wanted to reply, but unable to form a coherent thought thanks to the rough way he was handling you. "You're gonna-gonna make me cum!"

"That's what I want," He urged, leaning down to give you a big, wet kiss on the lips. "Come on, just let it go, cum all over my deck for me. Come on, that's it—!"

You could feel your release building, the fact that his cock was twitching and pulsing inside you signaled that his was drawing near as well. You tried to hold out so you could cum at the same time, but it was just too intense for you to bear. With a surprisingly infernal screech, you toppled over the edge of ecstasy, your pussy clamping down violently around Dante's cock, the feeling of which bringing him to empty the full contents of his throbbing balls deep into you.

"Fuck!" Dante shouted, hilting himself into you and remaining there, panting like the exhausted beast he was. After regaining his breath, he reached up with sweaty, trembling fingers and pulled the blindfold off of you, so you could see the destruction your body had wrought. There was a deep blush on his cheeks, his hair disheveled and sweat all over his collarbone.

"Look what you did to me," He mumbled, closing in to steal another kiss from you.

"Look what you did to me!" You laughed breathlessly, shakily attempting to untangle yourself from the pretzel you had become.

"Look what we do to each other," Dante remarked, pulling out of you and admiring the mess of fluids that gushed out of your thoroughly abused cunt. He kissed you again, tenderly, lovingly, without a hint of lust this time. "You want a round two or are you too tired?"

"Too tired," You sighed, weakly rolling over on one side while Dante helped you get under the covers before returning to his side of the bed and curling himself around you until you both resembled very tired and well-cooked shrimp.

"Poor baby," He muttered into your hair, chuckling at the exhausted little "mmph" you gave in response. "Get some sleep now. You deserve it."

The soft snore you gave in response was all the conformation he needed to hear.

[iandarling]

Summer Heat

Bartender Mickey and Pool Exercise Host Ian all inclusive hotel au

Mickey made yet another piña colada and handed it over to the middle aged divorcee, who once again, tried to hand him a copy of her room key.

He resisted rolling his eyes at her when he accepted her three dollar tip. He shot her a quick smile as he pocketed the cash. Keep her coming back he thought to himself, he needed the cash.

As she fluttered her lashes and sipped her drink, Mickey pretended to be interested. The bleach-blonde woman wiggled her hips as she walked away, hoping the gruff bartender would watch.

Mickey didn’t. His eyes were glued on the hot redheaded man doing jumping jacks by the pool.

Washboard abs with a healthy gut, covered in both sweat, sunscreen, and chlorine water. The man looked like a greek statue. Mickey stood admiring the movements of his long sturdy thighs, and those broad fucking shoulders.

He had a slight sunburn on his nose. Mickey wanted to kiss it.

His arms were covered in freckles and red hair. Mickey wanted to lick them.

His hair fucking glowed in the sunlight; fiery hot-red hair curling softly at the nape of his neck, with matching chest-hair scattered prettily across his pecs…and then there was his smile.

That goddamn smile. His smile was almost as bright as his goddam hair.

Mickey had become obsessed with the man the moment he first smiled to him saying, “Hey, you must be new here, I’m Ian.”

It was nearing noon, and all the pensioners were doing pool yoga and stretching, something Mickey had never heard of before he started this job three months ago.

The job was easy, the pay was good, and the view even better.

Gallagher, “call me Ian,” did three sets of workout routines a day, and Mickey made sure he was stationed by the pool bar every time. Because after every routine, he would wander over to the bar to grab a bottle of water and a cup of freshly cut fruit.

A cup of fruit for a fruit, Mickey thought to himself. There’s no way that man was straight. Mickey had his fair share of admirers, but his small cohort of divorcees were nothing in comparison to the gaggle of women surrounding Gallagher each day.

But he always refused them, and would without fail saunter off to Mickeys bar every time.

Just like every other day, Ian Gallagher smiled, and laughed, and talked to the ladies, before leaving them standing alone as he walked over to Mickey.

He placed one strong, freckled arm on his bar-top and leaned over to him. “Hi Mickey! Fucking hot today, I’m boiling. Could you add some ice to my fruit? Thank you.”

Mickey didn’t answer, he was too distracted by those fuck ugly orange swim trunks Gallagher always wore.

They looked great on him, Mickey hated it. He hated how it made his thighs stand even stronger, how the colour matched his hair, and he especially hated how he could see the outline of his dick.

Mickey wanted more than anything to get his mouth on it. Or his ass. Preferably both, and in that order. Gallagher looked strong enough to pin him down, pick him up, or throw him around a little, exactly what Mickey wanted. What he needed.

“Sure man, but it’ll be on your tab.” Mickey responded instead, as he jammed a few ice cubes into the cup of prepared fruit. Pineapple and mango today. Mickey added a small cocktail stick for Ian to eat with.

He heard Ian snort out a laugh like he had said something absolutely hilarious. “And here I thought employees ate for free,” He winked at Mickey as his grabbed the stick in his big fucking hands, and took a big bite of his mango.

“See you for the dinner set?” Ian asked with a mouthful of pineapple. His lips were juicy and red. Mickey ignored his desire to bite them.

“Fuck for?” Mickey mumbled as he wiped down the already dry counter nonchalantly. He kept his gaze down, not wanting to risk drowning in Ian’s green eyes again. Instead he was met with his dripping wet chest. Fuck.

“C’mon Milkovich, I know you’re always watching me.” Ian winked at him and shot him a seductive grin. After a few seconds of intense eye contact, Ian got up and left.

Mickey watched the swaying hips as Ian walked away. He had never been an ass man, but damn if those thighs didn’t promise intense strength and stamina. He groaned silently at the thought of it.

Once Mickey pulled his eyes away, he began mentally prepping for the inevitable influx of divorced women wanting fruity cocktails before noon.

When he placed his hand down on the counter, he felt his finger touch something plasticky. He looked down at it.

Right there, on his bar-top, was Ian’s room key.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/66890269

[cloudbends]

So. skip and loafer chapter 72 thoughts. lives were changed.

it's something i say endlessly, but what truly works so beautifully about shima and mitsumi's dynamic is that, first and foremost, its constituted on both of their genuine admiration and appreciation of each other as people, and as forces in each others' lives that make them strive to better themselves and become worthy of the other. i think their last interaction in this chapter encapsulates this perfectly on both ends.

shima, since the beginning of this manga, prominently never initiates physical touch. he simply doesn't do it with anyone other than mitsumi, and then when he very rarely does, it's in incredibly significant moments. given both of his social status that he sorely hates, and our newfound knowledge of his relationship with his mother, characterized by trauma of abuse, it makes sense - his wariness of physical touch crystallizes his wariness of showing vulnerability and exposing his true self to others. the first to come to mind is in chapter 11, when he grabs mitsumi's hand - it's a similarly sudden gesture that symbolizes shima's rare vocalisation of his feelings for her:

Considering these two moments are 60 chapters apart, it's incredible to see just how much both of them have grown. how shima's beautiful character arc culminates in fulfilling himself and letting his emotions out after bottling them for the vast majority of his life, and how coming to terms with his past and re-finding his passion allows him to come to terms with his feelings and act on them - because he finally feels like a whole enough person, worthy of the person he admires and loves. Shima had to have gone through his arc - open himself up on stage and gain some sort of closure from his mother, allowing to "be a kid again" as he ought to be instead of forcing himself to adopt the facade of maturity, in order to, for once, he acts on a whim - to show his genuine appreciation for mitsumi which he's only been able to internally ruminate over.

I think the significance of this gesture for mitsumi cannot be understated either. It's been established many times over that just as shima struggles with wanting to catch up to mitsumi, mitsumi has had similar feelings of inadequacy in comparison (see: "i always knew it was too much for me"), and it's been apparent that she's been somewhat walking on eggshells ever since their breakup. while of course mitsumi has self esteem and it's one of her great qualities, she is also significantly characterized by insecurities - thinking she wants to be important to shima one day, thinking, after the breakup, "of course this amazing person was never within reach for someone like me". which might make one insane given how absolutely important she is to shima. this is why she purposely chooses to shy away form approaching him at first, regardless of how mesmerised she's been by his performance - he's surrounded by people which, she assumes, are more important than her - and so she settles for staying in the back, but wishes to tell him how genuinely great he was. so in this sense, mitsumi is posited in a similar position to the one shima has been - they're both constantly struggling to become worthy of the person they admire. shima, having been so emotionally paralysed to the point he couldn't convey his feelings to mitsumi properly, probably fed into her subconscious feelings of his being out of her reach.

That's why that moment is so incredibly cathartic for both of their character arcs. shima, having finally come to terms with both his feelings and his past, is finally taking his turn to externalise his feelings like mitsumi did before, while mitsumi finally gains the appreciation and recognition she's been subconsciously missing. finally, they (hopefully) realize their outmost importance to one another - shima caught up to mitsumi not just in having fulfilled himself or (at least in his own eyes, as we all know he always was) being worthy of mitsumi, but also in voicing his feelings for her. and i'm so proud of him !!! the writing being so careful and nuanced around it just, yet again, shows the masterful understanding of human relationships in skip and loafer. i love these two so much

[kathlare]

hi hi i absolutely love your writing and this universe so much, i was wondering (totally fine if you’re not comfortable with writing this but i just thought i’d ask) if you could write something set in 2025 where lando and amelie have sex on her period… i need the comfort rn 🙃😩 i know this is a bit much to ask but i love your smut chapters sm

Hii!! 💕 First of all, thank you so, so much for all the love and support — it really means the world 🥺 And thank you for feeling comfortable enough to ask for this! You’re absolutely not asking too much, and I’m so happy to say that I’ve gone ahead and written this chapter for you. Here it is — I really hope you like it and that it gives you the comfort you’re looking for 💗🔥

If you ever have more requests, you know where to find me! 🌙✨ Enjoy!!

woman

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie finds herself struggling with discomfort during a work trip, and Lando steps up to support and care for her.

Wordcount: 4.4 k

Warnings: smut

full masterlist // request over

June 11th, 2025 - Lake Como, Italy

Lando was standing by the edge of the terrace overlooking the shimmering waters of Lake Como, the early afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the scene. The TUMI campaign shoot was in full swing, and Lando, dressed sharp in a sleek navy blazer with crisp white shirt and matching tailored pants, was effortlessly posing with the brand’s latest luggage collection. His usual easy charm was on full display — the half-smile, the cocked eyebrow, the subtle lean against the vintage wooden railing.

Behind the scenes, Amelie sat quietly beside a couple of Lando’s team members — his race engineer and a photographer who had flown in specially for this shoot. She was wearing a loose linen blouse and light jeans, hair pulled back casually, watching Lando with that familiar mix of admiration and playful affection that never failed to make him feel like the luckiest guy alive.

—Hey, Ames, did you see that?— one of the crew nudged her, laughing.

—What?— Amelie grinned, sipping a bottle of sparkling water.

—That look he just gave the camera. Total model shit.—

She laughed softly, eyes never leaving Lando as he shifted stance, his focus razor sharp but his mind clearly half on her.

Then, suddenly, Amelie’s face tightened ever so slightly. A sharp, unfamiliar twinge settled low in her abdomen.

—Fuck.— She muttered under her breath.

The pain was subtle but insistent — a dull ache crawling its way into discomfort. Her mind raced through the possibilities. Could it be her period arriving? She hadn’t really tracked it well lately with everything going on, but this felt like that familiar warning.

She excused herself gently from the conversation, murmuring, —I’ll be right back.—

The path to the bathroom felt longer than it was, every step tinged with that low, growing ache that made her wince when she wasn’t careful. Her purse bounced against her hip as she finally shut the door behind her.

She quickly checked — and yep, there it was. A small but unmistakable crimson stain on her panties.

—Okay, Ames, you got this.— She pulled out a tampon from her bag, carefully handled the situation, and took a deep breath before washing her hands and looking at herself in the mirror.

The sharpness in her stomach was still there, but now manageable.

Back outside, she smoothed down her blouse, feeling a little stronger, and headed back to the shoot.

As she approached the group, her eyes locked onto Lando’s across the sunlit terrace.

He caught the moment, his brows knitting for a heartbeat before his lips moved silently—no sound coming out, but the message clear: You okay?

Amelie gave him a small, determined thumbs-up and a half-smile that said, I’m fine. Just hang tight.

She sat down again beside the team, feeling the ache still lurking beneath her skin like a ticking timer, knowing the worst wasn’t over yet.

Lando’s eyes never left her. Even as the camera clicked around him and the photographer shouted out directions, his focus kept drifting back to where Amelie sat, trying to look casual but clearly unsettled. The way she shifted in her seat, one leg crossed then uncrossed, her hand resting—then pressing—lightly against her lower stomach. The crease between her brows she kept trying to smooth away.

He felt a familiar pang—protective, concerned, and honestly a little helpless. This wasn’t like the usual behind-the-scenes nerves or tiredness after long flights. He knew that look, that subtle discomfort, from the months they’d spent figuring out each other’s quirks and lows.

Lando’s smile faded just a little as he glanced away from the camera, lips pressed together. The photographer was yelling something about “more intensity, Lan!” but Lando barely heard it. His eyes flicked back to Amelie, who was fidgeting again—shifting on the chair, trying to settle, her fingers tracing small circles over her stomach like she was trying to rub the pain away.

Without missing a beat, Lando raised a hand toward the shoot’s assistant.

—Hey, mate, can we take a quick break?— he said, voice calm but firm.

The assistant nodded, and the crew began to pause, some lowering their cameras.

Lando walked over to Amelie with long strides, kneeling down beside her chair.

—Hey, Ames, you okay? You don’t look so good.—

Amelie forced a small smile but shook her head slowly.

—Just cramps, Lan. It’s fine.—

He shook his head.

—No, not fine. Let’s get you out of here for a bit. Someone from the team will walk you back to the hotel, yeah? I’ll catch up later.—

Amelie stood up, a little unsteady, clutching her purse.

—I can wait here, really.—

Lando reached out, pulling her gently back by the waist.

—Nope. You’re not waiting here looking like you’re about to pass out. You’re going back, and I’m making sure of it.—

He glanced at the nearby assistant.

—Mate, grab her things, please.—

The assistant nodded and hurried over, picking up Amelie’s bag and some of her things.

Lando gave Amelie a quick, reassuring kiss on the temple.

—I’ll be back soon. You rest, yeah? Call me if you need anything.—

Amelie’s eyes softened, and she nodded.

—Thanks, Lan.—

They started toward the exit, the assistant leading the way with her belongings.

Lando glanced back over his shoulder at the shoot as they walked.

—Don’t have too much fun without me.—

Amelie smirked, leaning into his side.

—No promises.—

Lando chuckled, squeezing her hand gently.

—You’re a bloody mess sometimes, Ames.—

—You love it.—

—More than you know, baby.—

They disappeared through the doors, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows over Lake Como as they left the shoot behind, ready to face whatever the day had next — together.

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ameliesunshine: Amelie spotted with a fan in Italy today 🇮🇹♥️ looking like an actual angel (as always) and making someone’s day brighter!

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sainzspice: amelie making italy her runway like it's NOT a grocery run 😭 → paddockbabes: @sainzspice LANDO ON HIS KNEES RN

f1babygirl: amelie in italy? lando already booking a flight. mark my words. → l4ndo4ever: @f1babygirl jet-set boyfriend era is so real rn 😌✈️

strawberriie: amelie in italy? lando about to teleport there in .5 seconds 😭 → pitlanepass: @strawberriie he’s already googling flights rn

papayadrive: no way she looks that cute in candids too?? unfair!! → lanmelieluvr: @papayadrive lando punching air somewhere

papayafam: she’s too cute like how is lando functioning knowing she’s out here looking like this 😩

paddockvibes: lanmelie doing long distance? nah he’s def about to teleport to italy

gridgirlie: ames in italy = lando looking for “urgent sponsor meetings” near milan 😂 → lane4melie: @gridgirlie LANDO IS ALREADY ON FLIGHTRADAR I BET

ameliesfiles: she’s so pretty but lowkey looks tired 🥺 someone get this girl some tea and a blanket → lanmeliequeen: @ameliesfiles lando already taxiing the jet as we speak

papayadrama: ames looking a lil pale… lando get ur girl some rest!! 😭

f1tealeaks: ames pls rest up!! we don’t want a sick queen 😞 → lanmelie4ever: @f1tealeaks lando’s calling room service for a gallon of tea rn

tracksidegossip: she looks like she needs a long nap and a cuddle 😔 → lanmelieluv: @tracksidegossip and lando’s probably sending a “you okay? 🥺” text every 5 mins

f1circuitcrush: ames pale as a ghost and STILL serving?! iconic. → gridgossip_: @f1circuitcrush lando in the background like “you’re done. bed. now.” 😂

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The camera was already recording when Lando sank down into the couch, brushing hair out of his eyes, grinning sheepishly. The setup was crisp and clean: a cozy corner of the hotel room, warm afternoon light pouring in from the windows, and his well-worn, much-traveled TUMI backpack resting on the table in front of him.

—Hey, everyone,— he started, brushing a hand down the surface of the bag, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. —So, I guess this is the ‘What’s in my bag’ video… which, full disclosure, is kind of a mess. But that’s sort of the point, right?—

With a shrug, he pulled the zipper and started unpacking.

The first thing he pulled out was a sleek laptop. —That’s mine. Not too exciting. Just where I review data, watch movies… reply to Amelie when she doesn’t text back quick enough.— He winked at the camera, brushing hair from his forehead.

Then came a charger and a set of noise-canceling headphones. —Standard stuff. Got to have music for the flights. Might be Amelie’s too, I’m honestly not sure anymore. We just… share everything at this point.—

He gave a soft chuckle and pulled out a small, cream-colored zippered pouch. —Alright, this one? Definitely Amelie’s.— He waved it for the camera. —That’s where she puts like… hair ties, lip balm, this tiny roller thing for headaches. Basically, the ‘I didn’t bring a bag so can I shove this in your backpack’ kit.—

He pulled out a pack of painkillers, then a neatly wrapped heating patch. —Yep. Those aren’t mine, obviously. Someone had cramps often and it ends up in here. Not complaining though. You’ve got to be prepared when you travel, right?—

Next came a sleek travel-sized bottle of Amelie’s favorite perfume. Lando smiled, brushing a finger over it like it was some sort of treasure. —She tucks this in sometimes. Never noticed until she’s like ‘smell this’ in the car or whatever. So now, I just carry it. Because why wouldn’t I?—

A hair scrunchie emerged, pastel and soft. Lando gave it a glance and shrugged. —More evidence that this bag isn’t just mine anymore. Honestly? It’s worth it. Means she’s with me, in some way, even when she’s not.—

Then came a granola bar, a small packet of gummies, and a little case of tea bags. —Yep. All Amelie. Because she swears I forget to eat when I’m working. So she sneaks snacks and tea into my bag every time. Not mad about it, to be fair.—

He pulled out a Polaroid photo next. Amelie, hair windswept and grinning, and him making a stupid face beside her. He smiled at it for a long moment before holding it closer for the camera.

—This one’s mine. Goes with me everywhere. Doesn’t matter where I am, track, hotel, airport, this makes it feel like home.—

Lando laughed quietly to himself and reached further inside the bag, fishing out a small, plain black case.

—Okay, full honesty here…— he said, cheeks reddening just a little as he held it up for the camera. —This is… uh… emergency boyfriend material.— He gave a sheepish grin, glancing sideways like he was trying to avoid full exposure. —Yeah, I forgot I even had them in here. But you know, gotta be prepared, right? Responsible and all that.—

He paused, then shrugged.

—Look, you never know. Plus, if you’re gonna be a decent boyfriend, it’s all part of the package.—

Lando chuckled again, shifting the bag slightly and digging deeper.

—Oh, and here’s one more thing...— he pulled out a small, worn set of keys on a familiar keychain, with a tiny charm that Amelie had given him. —These are the keys to my heart... or well, her place anyway.— He winked. —Officially stolen, no returns.—

The camera caught the faintest flicker of a smile, the warm glow in his eyes that only showed when he talked about her.

—Honestly, most of this stuff is… hers. Or stuff she says I need. And I’m not complaining. It’s kinda nice knowing you’re carrying around someone you care about with you everywhere you go.—

He paused, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear, the grin softening.

—So yeah, that’s my bag. A little chaotic, a little Amelie, a lot of boyfriend things. If you ask me, it’s the best kind of travel companion.—

Lando gave the camera a quick thumbs-up, then leaned back with that relaxed, cheeky grin.

—Alright, that’s enough oversharing for today. Catch you later, yeah?—

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lando_update24: Lando’s living that model life 🇮🇹✨ Spotted on TUMI Travel’s Insta, looking fresh and sleek while filming their latest campaign in Italy. Can’t wait to see the full drop!

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paddockqueen: italian vibes got him looking like a whole snack 🍝👀 → norrisfanatic: @paddockqueen honestly, he’s making us all hungry for more than just pasta

vroomvroom_vibes: can he just stop flexing so hard pls my heart can’t take it 💔

speedqueen: lando out here flexin in italy 🏎️💨

driftgod: TUMI really said “hold my bags” and handed it to lando 🤩 → norrisstan101: @driftgod the way he’s serving looks makes me wanna quit racing and join fashion 😂

amelieloverx: bet ames is lowkey on set too, can’t wait for collab pics 🙌

lanmelie_4ever: italy trip confirmed for the power couple 🇮🇹✨ → speedqueen: @lanmelie_4ever I’m screaming they’re living their best lives rn

savage_pitstop: lando lookin like a snack, ames better be bringing the sauce 🍝😏 → lanmelie_4ever: @savage_pitstop 100%, italian vibes got him glowing

driftgod: ok but if ames is there, pls show us pics 😭🙏 → ameliefan99: @driftgod we’re all waiting on that lanmelie content

norrisstan101: the fact that lando’s working and ames probs nearby makes me soft 🥹

f1memequeen: lando out here multitasking: racing, modeling, boyfriending 🤡 → speedqueen: @f1memequeen the MAN is unstoppable

amelieloverx: send good vibes to our king he’s doing everything 😍

amelie_fanatic: she’s probably hyping him up behind the scenes 💖 → lanmelie_4ever: @amelie_fanatic 100%, queen supporting her king always

norrisstan101: lando’s smile in these pics is giving me “in love” vibes not gonna lie → lanmelie_4ever: @norrisstan101 that’s our lovebird for ya 🥰

f1memequeen: lando really out here making all of us jealous, the man’s got it all 👏

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The key card clicked, and Lando pushed open the heavy door to their hotel suite. The Italian sun, which had been so vibrant outside, seemed to have retreated, leaving the room in a soft, diffused light. His tie was already loosened, and his blazer slung over his arm. The day had been long, a whirlwind of cameras, curated smiles, and endless directions, but all of it faded from his mind the moment he stepped inside.

—Amelie?— he called out softly, dropping his bag near the entrance. No immediate answer. He walked further into the room, past the small sitting area, and into the bedroom.

There she was. Curled on the plush king-sized bed, a rumpled duvet partially covering her, looking utterly miserable. Her face was pale, almost ashen, and a fine sheen of sweat was visible on her forehead despite the cool air conditioning. Her knees were drawn up tight to her chest, and one hand was pressed firmly against her lower abdomen, as if trying to physically contain the agony. She looked… shit. Really, truly awful.

—Ames,— Lando said, his voice instantly laced with concern. He moved swiftly, discarding his blazer and tie on a nearby chair. His shirt was unbuttoned as he walked, revealing the toned expanse of his chest. Within moments, he had shed his trousers, leaving him in just his fitted black boxers. The usual playful energy he carried had been replaced by a quiet, focused tenderness.

He carefully eased himself onto the bed beside her, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He didn't speak, just gently pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her, letting her head rest against his shoulder. He started to stroke her hair, a soothing, repetitive motion.

She let out a small, pained whimper, her body still tense. Even nestled against him, the pain wasn't letting up. She tried to shift, seeking a position that might offer some relief, but it seemed futile. Each subtle movement brought another grimace to her face.

Lando pressed a kiss to her temple, feeling the clamminess of her skin. —Still really bad, huh?— he murmured, his thumb rubbing small circles on her arm.

Amelie just nodded, her voice choked. —It's… it's so much worse now, Lan. I feel like I'm going to throw up.—

He held her tighter, a familiar helplessness bubbling inside him. He hated seeing her like this, so vulnerable and in so much pain. His mind raced, trying to recall anything, anything that might help. Then, a random fact, something he'd skimmed in an article months ago while procrastinating on an email, resurfaced.

He hesitated, a faint blush creeping up his neck. It sounded… well, it sounded like an excuse. But he had read it. —Hey,— he began, his voice a little unsure. —I… I read something once. About how, uh, sex can sometimes help with cramps?—

Amelie, even in her agony, managed to crack one eye open and squint at him. If this were any other day, she would have burst out laughing, probably accusing him of being a "horny bastard" or asking if he'd just pulled that out of his ass. But today, the pain was too overwhelming for witty comebacks or playful banter. She was desperate.

She let out a slow, ragged breath, her eyes closing again. After a long moment, barely audible, she whispered, —Really?—

Lando nodded, his chest vibrating against her. —Yeah, I swear. Something about… muscle contractions, or blood flow? I don't know the science, but I read it.—

Another pause, punctuated by a faint groan from Amelie. Then, a sigh of resignation. —Okay,— she mumbled, the single word heavy with pain and a surprising flicker of trust. —Okay, fine.—

A wave of relief, mixed with a healthy dose of awkwardness, washed over Lando. He gently disentangled himself from her, the warmth of her body leaving him feeling strangely cold. —Right,— he said, pushing himself up. —Just… let me get a towel first.— He didn't want to make things any more uncomfortable for her than they already were. He quickly scanned the room for a fresh bath towel, his heart a little lighter, knowing he might actually be able to offer her some real comfort.

He found a large, soft bath towel from the closet, laying it carefully over the pristine white sheets beneath where Amelie lay. As he turned back, he finally shed his last piece of clothing, his boxers pooling at his ankles before he kicked them aside. He then knelt beside the bed, his hand gently finding the waistband of her jeans.

—Let’s get these off, baby,— he murmured, his touch feather-light as he helped her unbutton and slide them down her hips. She was still wearing the loose linen blouse, but he carefully eased that off too, her body a pale, trembling landscape beneath his hands. When he reached her underwear, he paused, his eyes meeting hers. She nodded subtly, trusting him. He delicately removed them, his gaze falling on the small, crimson evidence of her period. Without a word, he took the tampon, discreetly disposing of it in the trash can in the en-suite bathroom before returning to her side.

He then returned to her side, his gaze gentle, his heart aching with concern for her. She was still curled, eyes squeezed shut, but there was a flicker of anticipation, a desperate hope for relief in her posture.

He leaned down, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. —Mi amor,— he whispered, his voice thick with tenderness. —Are you sure, baby? We don't have to.—

Amelie shook her head, a slight tremor running through her. —No. Just… please, Lan. Try.—

He nodded, understanding. He shifted, gently positioning himself over her, supporting his weight on his forearms so as not to press down on her tender abdomen. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his, and he saw a raw vulnerability there that made his breath catch. He leaned in, kissing her softly, trying to convey all his care and adoration through the press of his lips.

As he moved closer, a soft gasp escaped her lips. The usual warmth and welcoming embrace he was accustomed to was amplified by her pain-induced tension. She was incredibly tight, a sensation that would normally drive him wild with a primal urge for dominance and speed. But now, it only fueled his resolve to be as gentle, as patient as possible. He moved slowly, deliberately, a silent question in his every careful push forward.

Her body, usually so pliant and eager, was resisting slightly, not out of unwillingness, but from the involuntary clenching of her muscles. He took his time, murmuring soft reassurances against her neck, his touch feather-light. He felt the subtle tremors running through her, and his heart clenched.

—It’s okay, baby,— he whispered, his voice low and soothing. —Just breathe. I got you.— He waited, letting her body adjust to his presence, his own breathing slowing to match hers. He felt the tightness, the delicate barrier, and he pressed forward with agonizing slowness, until finally, with a soft, strained sigh from Amelie, he was fully within her.

He paused, letting them both adjust, feeling the exquisite, almost painful grip she had on him. It was a maddening sensation, a challenge to his usual control, but he held it in check. His focus was entirely on her, on easing her discomfort. He started to move, slowly at first, barely a rhythm, just a gentle, rocking motion.

—You’re so good, mi amor,— he praised, his voice a soft murmur in the quiet room. He felt her shift, a tiny, almost imperceptible softening in her muscles as his words washed over her. Amelie always blossomed under his praise, and even now, in her agony, a faint hint of it reached her. —So beautiful. So strong.—

He watched her face, searching for any sign of change. The grimace was still there, but subtly, slowly, it began to ease. He deepened the rhythm, still tender, still gentle, but with more purpose now. He leaned down, kissing her eyelids, her cheeks, her lips, his body a warm, comforting weight against hers.

As the waves of pleasure began to build, he felt the rigidness in her slowly, mercifully begin to melt away. The tightness remained, a delicious, demanding pressure that whispered of her vulnerability and her need, driving him to be even more deliberate, more tender. He loved this feeling of being in control, but right now, his control was dedicated to her comfort, to helping her find that elusive relief.

Her breathing deepened, becoming less ragged, more rhythmic. A soft moan escaped her lips, not of pain, but of building sensation. He felt her hands tangle in his hair, her fingers gripping lightly as she arched against him, finally surrendering to the rising tide.

He kept the praise flowing, soft words of adoration, knowing how much it pleased her. —You’re amazing, Amelie. Absolutely incredible.— He felt the powerful clench of her muscles around him, a shudder running through her, and then a profound, utter release. The tension drained from her body, replaced by a soft, yielding warmth.

Suddenly, a different energy surged through Amelie. The desperate edge of pain had vanished, replaced by a deep, throbbing pleasure that coursed through her. She gasped, her eyes flying open, no longer clouded with misery but alight with desire. Her legs, which had been drawn up in a defensive crouch against the cramps, now instinctively wrapped around his waist, drawing him in even deeper, closer.

—Lando,— she breathed, her voice low and husky, entirely different from the choked whispers of moments before. Her hips began to move against his, a new, urgent rhythm emerging. —Go faster, Lan. Please.—

His breath hitched. He saw the change in her, the way her eyes now locked onto his, demanding. The subtle shift in her grip, the playful challenge in her voice despite its softness. The pain was gone. And in its place, the Amelie he knew, the one who loved to push him, to pull him deeper into their shared passion, had returned.

A dark, possessive gleam entered his eyes. His tenderness didn't vanish, but it deepened, transforming into a more powerful, unleashed care. This was what he craved, this raw, uninhibited connection with her. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss, and began to move as she asked, faster now, matching her newfound urgency, their bodies finally truly in sync, no longer fighting against the invisible enemy of pain. Each thrust was met with a moan from her, each deepening kiss a silent promise of pleasure.

As Lando picked up the pace, guided by her breathless pleas, the room seemed to fade away. It was just them, their intertwined bodies, the crescendo of their shared desire building with every powerful thrust. Amelie’s fingers dug into his shoulders, her moans growing louder, sweeter, no longer hinting at pain but pure, unadulterated pleasure. He felt her arch beneath him, her whole body trembling as she rode the waves, her internal muscles clenching around him in a final, exquisite grip. A raw cry tore from her throat, and moments later, with a guttural groan, Lando followed, burying his face in her neck as the tremors shook them both.

They lay tangled for a long moment, their breathing ragged, the humid air of the room heavy with their exertion. The silence that followed was profound, broken only by the slowing beat of their hearts. Lando felt the last vestiges of her tension completely dissipate, replaced by a pliant, contented softness. He lifted his head, gazing down at her, a soft smile gracing his lips. Her eyes, still heavy-lidded, met his, and a faint, satisfied blush crept across her cheeks.

—Are you… are you okay, mi amor?— he whispered, his voice still a little breathless.

Amelie let out a soft, almost purring sigh. —Yeah, Lan. More than okay. It… it actually worked.— A small, incredulous laugh escaped her. —You’re a genius.—

Lando chuckled, a warm feeling spreading through his chest. He gently shifted, pulling himself out of her body, the separation a soft, squishy sound in the quiet room. He then reached for the towel he'd laid down earlier, carefully dabbing her clean. He was meticulous, tender, ensuring she felt cared for and comfortable. As he moved, his gaze briefly flickered to his inner thigh, where a faint, dark smudge of red stained his skin. He registered it, then, without a word, simply ignored it, his focus entirely on Amelie.

Once he was sure she was as clean as possible, he pulled the duvet up, tucking it around her before carefully sliding his arms under her, lifting her easily. She was light in his arms, her body still warm and pliant from their exertion.

—Come on, baby,— he murmured, pressing a kiss to her damp hair. —Let’s get you properly clean. A nice warm shower.—

Amelie wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, resting her head against his shoulder. —Okay,— she whispered, her voice sleepy and content. She didn’t object, didn’t comment on the lingering mess, or the dampness beneath them. She simply trusted him, allowing herself to be carried, utterly exhausted but finally, blessedly, pain-free. Lando carried her from the bed, his bare feet padding softly on the cool marble floor towards the bathroom, leaving the rumpled, stained sheets behind.

[luigis-lover]

new moon

headcanons

♥ you two had already watched the first film from the twilight saga, new moon was next on the list. The cringey moments captivated you both and it was a good drama

♥ fruits and snacks were in array

♥ “let’s just skip the netflix and just chill” luigi would smirk, acting all cringe and boyish when the network wasn’t connecting. Getting all close and insinuative. “Shut up and put your computer engineering to work!” you’d side-eye him and he’d just roll his eyes. Successfully connecting the film despite the wifi disconnection

♥ strawberry in your parted lips, eyes focused on the film. Luigi couldn’t help but notice your innocent yet sexy actions. The way your plump lips hugged the red fruit, your teeth biting into the soft chewy berry. His breath would hitch and deepen. You had swallowed the strawberry and Luigi's eyes roamed down to how your throat took it. Feeling himself twitch. You would go in to grab another strawberry from the bowl when you’d notice his focus was on you, rather than on the movie like you were. “What?” you’d ask softly and unaware of his thoughts, your fingers placing the strawberry in between your lips again. Luigi’s eyes would fall down to your fruit filled lips. “Nothing baby.” He’d comment in a low voice, leaning in to with an open-mouthed kiss, taking in a bite of the strawberry himself. His lips pressing against yours in a wet kiss.

♥ you two would go back to the film, grapes were next. Much smaller and you even played with it in your mouth, sucking on it unconsciously. You’d turn to look at him sillily, grinning with the green grape captured in between your pearly whites. Luigi’s toothy smile would evade his face at the sight of your playful antics. He’d lean in, lips pressed against yours and stealing the grape for himself. Sucking the coat of your saliva from the grape before evidently chewing it widemouthed. Both of you giggling and grinning at the fruit play

♥ he’d part a strawberry in half with his teeth, feeding you a half and keeping one to himself. Purposely, sliding two of his fingers over the exposed skin of the berry. Looking into your eyes, while he purposely teases you. Your breath hitches and you look from the screen to him. “Shi-fuck! Stop!” you’d scowl at him and smack his wrist. He grins from getting a reaction out of you. Pressing your thighs together as you try to maintain yourself for the sake of finishing the movie. You stay silent for a second, “or else you’re going to make me stop this damn movie.” you’d whisper after a second. Luigi just chuckles and looks back at the screen, sucking his fingers from the strawberry juice he had squeezed. Knowing he’d have you after the second film in the saga was over.

♥ Every time Bella and Edward were pulling apart, panting and starved when they had to pull away from kissing due to Edward’s inability to hold back from feeding on her, Luigi would be smiling all proud. “I’m so glad that’s not us.” He’d pull you in close, hugging around your body. “I would’ve sucked your blood already.” Luigi would whisper into your neck.

♥edward vs. jacob would be of discussion the whole time. Comparing the scenarios and characters as if you were Bella and he one of the two.

♥ luigi would be team edward since day one. Since the first twilight but quickly changing his mind.

♥ “I would never leave you like that!” he’d passionately exclaim when Edward broke the news to Bella about the Cullen's leaving Forks. “You’d come with me! Or I’d stay in Forks. I mean he’s been with his family for decades.” Hands thrown around as he explains and rambles on. You’d be smiling and admiring him and his enthusiasm.

♥ ice cream bars would be another snack. You’d be eyeing the movie, focused on the cinematography and dialogue while nonchalantly sucking the remains of the ice cream from the wooden stick. “Baby stop.” he’d hoarse out as he’s trying to focus on the film and not let his intrusive thoughts take over. Though, the way your cheeks hollow as you eat out the wooden stick would have him wanting to place your face and mouth into his dick instead.

♥ “would you have turned me into a vampire?” you’d ask gently, as if it were a real scenario you two would have to contemplate. He’d look down at you, leaned into his side. “I…” he thinks before speaking. “It’d be hard. Knowing that being immortal isn’t as it seems and how life goes on and on. There’s no end. But… if you were ready and sure. Then yes. Life would be so much easier to deal with by your side. Forever.” He’d kiss your temple. “I mean look at Edward, he’s miserable. That won’t be me.”

♥ Jacob and Bella's relationship is unfolding over the screen. Luigi would be nodding in approval. Swaying over to team Jacob. “See? Who’s there for her, picking up the broken pieces. I can’t defend Edward here.”

♥ when it’s Jacob’s transformation: hair cut, glossed skin over the pouring rain, huge biceps and killer abs/back. Luigi would be eyeing you like a hawk. While you’re just there trying to hold in the evident grin but bursting out laughing, knowing he’s looking at you to see if you’re checking Jacob out.

♥ “m’cold.” you’d murmur out, cuddling into Luigi side coincidently when it’s the scene where bella and jacob are in the truck after she cliff-dived. Jacob saying ‘‘hundred and eight degrees over here.’ right as Luigi had pulled you into him. Both of you, smiling at the timing. “You got your own personal heater, babygirl.” luigi would beam as he holds your cold body close, draping the warm blanket over the two of you.

♥ you’d be angered when Jacob hangs up the phone when Edward calls for the first time, causing Edward to believe Bella had died. “Jacob had no right!” you’d exclaim at Luigi, expressing your thoughts. Luigi would lift up his brows all righteously. “I would have ended that call too” He furrows his brows and tightens his arm around you. “Thinking he could just call back after I had rescued you and have brought you back to life over the past months! The hell does he think he is? Only calling because he thinks you died? If he really cared he would’ve never left!” Luigi scoffs and defends Jacob to the core, as if he were Jacob himself, putting all of your pieces back together. “I’m team jacob now.”

♥ when Edward was going to expose himself to humanity to end his life by the Volturi, that would win Luigi back. “I would die too. I wouldn’t live in a world without you.” He’d kiss your temple.

♥ your brows furrow and heart spikes. “Jane?!” you’d yell out at the screen, noticing how Edward says Jane’s name so knowingly, like he knew her. The scene when Edward, Bella, and Alice walked into the Volturi, Jane popping into the screen as a new character. “Is that an ex or something?!” you’d call out immediately. Luigi’s lips curving up, knowing your tone all too well. Just like the tone you use when you’re all jealous and possessive over him. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Luigi teases and smirks, looking at you before looking back at the screen.

♥ towards the end of the movie, Luigi would convert back to team Edward. “They’re just meant to be.”

♥ Luigi would see himself in both Edward and Jacob. “I’d be like Jacob too, you know? Fixing you, being there for you, helping you become you again, to find happiness again. But… Edward, he sacrificed his happiness too. Despite him being horribly wrong, he did what he thought was best for the love of his life. Edward put himself on the line for Bella. They’re inevitable. Like us.” Luigi would ramble on, ready to watch the third film.

♥ “Who do you think I would be? Jacob or Edward?” Luigi would indulge, looking at you carefully. You’d purse your lips “None.” You'd look at him with a straight face and shrug. Luigi is left dumbfounded, speechless. You’d lean in close and let out a little giggle. “You’re Luigi. My Luigi.” You’d smile sweetly, eyes glowing. Capturing his heart with the romance. Pulling him in close, kissing his rosy cheeks and inserting your fingers in his curls.

♥ your laughs would be heard around the room as you two discuss the film. “Okay. Very important question. Edward or Jacob?” Luigi asks you, his eyes pierced on yours, ready to hear your pick. “Charlie!” You gleam with a wide toothy smile. “The dad?!” Luigi yells in pure shock.

♥ the movie had officially ended minutes ago, you two had discussed the film. When all of a sudden he reaches out to you, suffocating you with his arms around your body, laying over you, dark eyed. “You want me to turn you into a vampire?” He growls into your neck and starts biting it widely. You're laughing and grinning, squirming underneath him as he bites along your neck and kisses it with such passion and hunger.

[liedownquisition]

If you think that Batman being a good guy means he can't be a fascist, congratulations! You are fully ready to uncritically read any propaganda and convert to the whims of it because the whole point of propaganda is to present the fascists as good guys! Like... that's the whole thing about propaganda, you're supposed to root for the guys they want you to root for and be against the people they want you to turn against. That means presenting them with universally admirable qualities and then using them to prop up fascist institutions.

US Cops are part of an inherently fascist structure. I didn't think this was in question at this point. Bruce has multiple instances and discussions throughout his history including and especially relevantly in Jason's time as Robin where he discusses that they have to operate within a limited framework alongside The Law.

And Jason's ideology is EXPLICITLY to Be a Better Batman.

So it's really just a more extreme version of the EXACT same ideology. Jason in UtH, and continuing into OYL was a crimelord, possibly only ended by BftC (it's a little vague/goes unmentioned that he ever did). meaning he's not JUST getting rid of other gangsters/mobsters, he's Replacing Them. He was really explicitly taking over Black Mask's territory and taking his people, and then once he hit whatever threshold he was eliminating the competition. ->And yeah there is a difference between a shattered leg and murder, sure. Once the medical debt racks up I think the former might be a slower, more agonizing death and condemn you to always continue being a criminal because no one's going to hire you with a rap sheet and a bum leg.

And if you want to criticize Jason for that, you have to acknowledge that Batman also has a crime lord persona: Matches Malone. Which he has explicitly for the purpose of taking it over. (Add War Games to your collection if you don't understand what I'm talking about. Which, wow, that happened RIGHT BEFORE UtH, what a strange coincidence.)

Anyways, the Joker confrontation was for Jason's self-interest, yeah he pretty much says that, but everything else? Nah. He doesn't have to do the crime lord thing to set that up. That's about Being Batman.

Re: Bruce getting punished: His broken back has not had long-term consequences. His venom addiction did not have long term consequences. Outside of those runs, they might as well have not happened most of the time. Bruce losing girlfriends who only existed in one or two runs explicitly for the purpose of being lost is not a long term consequence esp since they're rarely discussed outside of those runs. Breaking up with girlfriends like, say, Catwoman, who only got back with him for one or two arcs for the purpose of dumping him again isn't really a long-term consequence so much as a continuation of their dynamic. Dick always comes back. Tim comes back. Alfred came back until they finally killed him off but they made that DAMIAN'S consequence and not Bruce's. Cass comes back. Damian comes back. These consequences are always reverted back into the status quo. The only real long-term consequence Bruce has is... Jason, actually. And that in-canon rapidly got shifted by the narrative to being Jason's fault. And even Jason coming back never really shifted the status quo back to normal, because he doesn't fit in it.

Also Kori was not just a sexy goldfish you just haven't read anything but maybe the first handful of issues. <3 I'd say that's fair because it's not a good comic, but I have a firm stance in not letting people pretend to be experts in comics they aren't reading. I'm the annoying person who is going to point out that the characters do actually have a lot more in RHATO than most people usually say, even if it's not within the realms of what I would call a "good" comic. She struggled with the personal dilemma of getting sucked back to her planet and wanting to save them, but not wanting to stay because she hadn't forgiven the circumstances of being effectively sold into slavery to save them (which didn't work anyways), as well as facing down one of her former slavers. A more accurate description is "sexy worf" since her role throughout the comic was largely to be the team's badass and show when things are Serious Business by having her lose.

And frankly, it's so funny seeing everyone modernly call Jason "DC's Punisher" because for the most part no one thought that like... in those years between his re-intro to Flashpoint. You know who DID get called that? Roy. Roy got called DC's Punisher and was a much closer allegory because former gov't agent->murderous vigilante because of his daughter beign killed is a much closer comparison to former Cop->murderous vigilante because of his family being killed. -Roy really wasn't groveling at Jason's feet, either btw. And the Outlaws... did not resemble the Titans? Unless you mean that any team with a number of former Titans on it basically "resembles the Titans." In which case would include Outsiders, some versions of the JLA, and more. --> actually speaking of the Outsiders, a lot of people wondered if THAT was the comparison they were trying to make since "Batman and the Outsiders" is a much more similar title. After all, Roy did have a team on Outsiders with Kori, and Jason did show up briefly in that run (though Kori had left the team by then). --->I'm pretty sure literally everyone was dumbed down in n52 btw. Outlaws and other titles as well. If there were titled that didn't feel kind of like an insult to long-time fans in the early days of that era, they weren't one I found to read.

You weren't blaming Editorial for Roy & Kori, really. You blame Jason as a character for Roy and Kori as if he wasn't gutted and hanged on display in an ill-fitting parody of himself just as badly as the other two. Worse, actually, because Kori doesn't have long-term consequences from that. And Roy? Roy's problems didn't start here, they started in Titans '08 when they started retconning a less-sympathetic version of his addiction into his background, In Rise of Arsenal and Titans for Hire when they continued to present him with a horribly prejudiced version of his addiction that they could "blame" him for, and whenever it was that they decided to kill his fucking daughter off in Cry for Justice in the first place.

As for that page, your answer is right there:

He doesn't tell Bruce to kill Joker, he tells Bruce that he is going to kill Joker and Bruce just needs to stand there and let it happen. His alternative is to kill Jason.

Like, this isn't even being media illiterate, this is refusing to read the words on the page in the orders they are in and understand them on the literal most surface surface level.

"I AM GOING TO KILL HIM." "YOU WILL HAVE TO KILL ME" <- do you see why your reading is not only subtextually incorrect, but explicily IN-TEXTUALLY incorrect?

To be honest I think that a lot of people who share the anti Jason Todd sentiment don't even actually hate Jason. I think a lot of them hate what he forces the narrative to do.

Jason forces the subversion of the hero genre -- he's the single, most extreme proof that Batman's hero fantasy wouldn't be effective in real life, and therefore Jason showing up can take you out of the universe really fast really hard. A lot of people are here for what comics are meant to offer, the one man hero fantasy that makes you Feel Good, and Jason showing up doesn't Allow you to enjoy it! And if that's the case, you're completely justified in not liking Jason, he takes you out of the thing you enjoy.

I think a lot of you don't actually find his personality or acts annoying in of themselves, you just hate what those actions do to the genre itself. And I think once you realize that and start looking at comics like actual pieces of literature, Jason and shitty comics both will become a lot less rage inducing to you.