#- Qu'est-ce que tu fais ?

[randomnameless]

Yo!

Pas de soucis, tu peux râler sans problèmes ici!

L'artbook sort le 18 - vendredi prochain! Et normalement, si Amazon ne me fait pas défaut, je pourrais l'avoir entre lundi et mercredi.

Il y avait une version collector avec une image plus détaillée (avec tous les personnages!) aussi disponible, mais comme elle n'est pas à la vente sur Amazon, ben... je l'ai pas prise lol

Ah ça reddit... Je pense que ça dépend des sous et je ne veux pas trop catégoriser les utilisateurs, puisqu'au final je pense que chaque "sous" a un public dédié, mais parfois c'est vraiment le 18-25 de JVC, avec encore plus de personnes lamentables

(je crois qu'un type m'a dit que je ne devais pas être considéré comme un être humain parce que j'avais osé suggérer que rendre les tests de paternité systématiques à chaque naissance c'était une dépense inutile pour la sécu juste faite pour flatter l'ego de certains messieurs qui n'ont pas envie de passer par la case judiciaire s'ils ont vraiment un doute sur "leur" bébé. J'ai bien rigolé hahaha.)

Et c'est marrant parce que pour Unicorn Overlord, il y a tellement de personnes, en tous cas de le fandom Fire Emblem, qui ont chié sur le dernier opus de la série (Engage) en utilisant des arguments foireux comme du "évidemment l'avatar est aimé de tout le monde les persos n'ont pas de profondeur et sont obligés de l'adorer" en se gargarisant sur UO - alors que ce n'est pas le même de jeu/genre de jeu/type, mais ils voulaient juste faire une comparaison foireuse - et au final, je suppose qu'on retrouve ces mêmes personnes faire du "self insert" avec Alain, et des tiers lists de waifu, mais attention, si tu leur dis que leur intérêt du jeu est simplement basé sur les éléments empruntés aux "dating sims", ils vont s'offusquer et râler :)

Les commentaires c'est vraiment du... enfin, tu en as fais la douloureuse expérience, mais je pense que ce qui m'a le plus emmerdé c'est les posts/commentaires essayant d'expliquer pourquoi Rosalinde est trop bien, et en gros, on reprend les vieux clichés de "ouah une elfe chocolat c'est génial je l'ai waifu-é direct!" enfin, merde quoi, il n'y a que moi que ça choque ces qualificatifs des années 50s ou c'est encore une autre bizarrerie culturelle outre-atlantique (je ne sais pas quelle est la nationalité majoritaires des personnes qui postent dans ce sous, mais si c'est la même chose que pour les sous de Fire Emblem, l'Oncle Sam est majoritaire!) qui fait que ce genre de "désignation" est mieux acceptée qu'ici...

Je pense qu'on se rejoint là-dessus, le côté harem/dating sim des jeux de stratégie est franchement chiant, surtout quand il prend le pas sur l'écriture et la caractérisation des personnages - au moins dans UO ce n'est pas systématique, Ummels (et Raenys? Ou je les confonds?) même si elle reçoit l'anneau, retourne auprès de Scarlett. Pareil pour Berengeria, mais quand ça existe je trouve ça franchement moche, shipping googles ou pas, on ne m'enlèvera pas l'idée que le couple entre Alain et Virginia est typiquement écrit, fait et pensé juste parce qu'il faut qu'Alain puisse se mettre en couple/donner son anneau à tout le monde! - mais alors quand en plus le fandom (surtout redshit) ne se focalise que sur l'aspect harem pour ensuite s'autocongratuler sur le "oui mais j'aime ce jeu tu vois il est tactique et il y a de bons persos" alors que justement, il ne discute que très peu des persos, c'est franchement bof.

Je ne sais pas si tu as tenté de lire des fics, mais il y en a pas mal en mode "Alain et son harem" alors que bon, je pense qu'il y a matière à faire autre chose, même si au final les gens écrivent ce qu'ils veulent et si je ne suis pas contente, ben j'ai qu'à écrire lol.

A vrai dire, c'est mon premier jeu Vanillaware et c'est vrai que le design "boing boing" m'a vraiment rebutée au début - je me suis mise à y penser de façon ridicule et ça m'a permis de tenir, mais enfin c'est vrai qu'en tant que joueuse, je sais que ce genre de choses n'est pas pour moi et je me demande bien pourquoi VW a besoin de faire appel à ce genre d'artifices alors que leur design/sprite art est franchement très beau et très détaillé.

Est-ce que c'est fait pour attirer les afficionados de la main droite? J'en sais rien, mais c'est vrai que ça m'attriste un peu, parce que pour pouvoir jouer à ce jeu, ben il faut quand même avaler certaines couleuvres qui ont de plus en plus de mal à passer.

C'est aussi pour ça que j'ai pris l'artbook puisque apparemment, il y aura aussi des designs et illustrations des personnages dans leur, selon Google Trad "private clothes", et j'ose espérer qu'on ne parle pas de slips, mais de vêtements de la vie "civile" et non les armures qu'on voit lorsqu'on utilise les unités - comme l'illustration de couverture (Railanor a des vêtements! Morard porte une tunique assez large pour ne plus se balader torse nu! Melisandre porte une robe longue!) - comme petit lot de consolation en mode, s'il faut mettre des fesses et des seins qui rebondissent pour titiller les joueurs, au moins les développeurs ont envisagé que ces personnages peuvent mettre des vêtements dans la vie "civile" qui n'est, certes, pas celle du jeu, mais enfin, que - je sais que j'en parle beaucoup mais c'est la seule perso féminin dans sa classe - Railanor est peut être pensée comme étant quelque chose d'autre qu'une paire de seins.

Après je ne me leurre pas, ces designs (jambes à l'air!) attirent un certain public et vendent, à tel point que maintenant, c'est devenu mainstream.

Je jouais jusqu'à peu à Fire Emblem Heroes, et franchement même les lancières elfes sont plus "modestes" que certaines unités qui sortent de ce jeu, donc je pense que j'y suis, malheureusement, habituée.

Pour le fanservice, je suppose que pour les personnes attirées par les hommes il y Alain qui se balade sans manches - le kink aisselles n'est pas mon truc mais à ce qu'il parait ça attire certaines personnes? - et les mercenaires/landskenecht (Magellan et Jeremy quoi) qui ont des gros bras avec des gros muscles pour ceux/celles que ça intéresse, mais on est absolument pas au niveau de Scarlett qui a des jiggle physics digne du flan de mes 5 ans, de Berengeria qui ne met pas de culotte et le fait savoir (même dans la couverture de l'artbook il y a un plan sur ses fesses enfin merde quoi :() et les bottes à talons cuirassées de Virginia/Ilénia.

Si je peux faire une comparaison, c'est un peu comme aller dans un restaurant connu pour ses hamburgers, en commander un et juste manger des frites - sûr elles sont bonne, mais enfin, la pub et le restaurant, à la base, c'est pour les burgers.

Donc même si je trouve le "sprite work" très beau et les designs de paysage ou, en général, les éléments en 2D supers, ben à la fin, ce ne sont que des frites puisque l'élément d'appel principal du produit, ben ça reste Yahna et qui se déhanche ou Scarlett qui rebondit à chaque action.

Et c'est super chiant, parce que Miriam/Monica, Chloé, les prêtresses, Hilda et Frau ont montré qu'ils peuvent faire des designs sans utiliser leur main droite, et ça reste quelque chose de très réussi, mais à côté de ça on a encore les lancières elfes, le speedo des jumelles elfiques, Dyna qui ne porte, ben, pas grand chose, Yunifee qui flashe son derrière, Berengeriat et "l'armure string" ou encore la robe avec "fente sur le côté" de Virginia/Ilénia qui ne sert, à mon sens, qu'à se poser la question "culotte ou pas culotte". Et quand tu compares ça au design des unités masculines, surtout pour les lanciers elfes c'est...

Enfin bref.

Est-ce que c'est l'aspect dating sim qui a poussé les développeurs à faire de tels designs, ou est-ce que, justement, ce sont les designs qui ont poussé à intégrer un aspect "dating sim", j'en sais rien, mais au final, je reste persuadée que ces questions de fanservice/design de personnages sont avant tout liées au public qui est visé par le jeu en question - même si je pense qu'en 2024, il est possible de développer un jeu de stratégie qui pourra être acheté par des jeunes gens (ou moins jeunes!) avec un spritework aussi détaillé que UO, sans absolument développer ce jeu à l'attention d'hommes en mal de galipettes.

[chaotictomtom]

purée et dire que j'en étais à reviser pour cette soutenance DANS MON SOMMEIL rêver de lire et relire mes notes et m'exercer pour ma présentation mille fois dans mon dodo ça va pas le boug

[lolochaponnay]

Toto, 6 ans, et Lily sa petite sœur de 4 ans, voient leur maman en train de préparer ses affaires pour aller à la maternité. Toto demande : - Qu'est-ce que tu fais, maman ? - Je vais bientôt m'absenter pour quelques jours. Je vais aller voir la cigogne pour savoir si elle a un bébé pour moi! Alors, Toto se tourne vers sa sœur et lui dit : - Ben, ça c'est la meilleure! Voilà que papa baise les cigognes maintenant!

[miirohs]

world burning [c.l.c]

pairing: Mob Boss!Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader wc: 1.4k cw: someone is literally shot, charles kisses reader a bit forcefully an: to the anon who said they'd sell me their soul my cashapp is @bestfanficwriterever (jk jk, i hope that anon sees this tho). Real reminder to you all, again, that non of this stuff is to be encouraged irl and this is all meant as a fictional scenario!

“Charlie?”

You could hear him softly cursing in French on the other line, whispering as the bed creaked in the background. It was obvious he had just woken up, and you felt terrible for waking him as well, knowing the day he probably had.

“Qu'est-ce qu'il y a, tu ferais mieux d'avoir une bonne raison de me réveiller (what's the matter, you'd better have a good reason for waking me up)-”

“Charles, I've been arrested, I need someone to come get me.” 

The muttering stopped, grogginess disappearing from his voice almost instantly. “Y/n? Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé bon sang chéri (y/n? what the hell happened darling)?”

“Charles, not now please,” You chastised softly, looking to the door as the guards quietly conversed among themselves outside the room, “I have no idea why this is happening and what they’re gonna do to me.” “How did you even manage to get arrested… Nevermind that, I just hope you haven’t answered anything they've asked of you.” He groaned, heavy thumping over the phone as you looked nervously at the door for any indication they’d been listening to your conversation.

“I’m not that dull,” You said quietly, looking down at your lap, “and it couldn't have been anything i did, all they did was seize the car from me in the lot and bring me here.”

He paused for a moment, silent over the line. You pressed the phone against your ear, straining for any sounds on the other side of the line.

“Stay put. I’m coming to get you.”

A shiver ran down your spine and you fumbled, tripping over your words in a hurry to get them out.

“Char, what are you planning on doing?”

He laughed humorlessly over the phone, the sound of keys jingling and door slamming making you jump back from the phone as if it’d grown a head.

“Exactly what I said I'm going to do, come and pick you up.”

You swallowed the thick ball that’d formed in your throat.

“You know what- never mind, send someone else in your place, maybe Carlos?” You bargained, earning a soft chuckle from him.

“Pas de souci, mon amour. Je ne fais que commencer (no worries, my love. I'm just getting started). They should’ve learned not to fuck with the wrong person. I’ll be there in another 20 minutes, you won’t need to call anyone else.”

You shivered as the line went dead, looking at the now opened door, all the cops watching you with a suspicious look.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

All you could do was shake your head.

Not even a grand total of 15 minutes later, a shouting match erupted, followed by loud bangs.

There was a single person you could think of who was capable of this level of chaos, and you could have swore you’d heard him threatening the cops right now.

“Where is she?”

“Sir-”

“Don’t sir me, where the hell is she? Don’t tell me I have to blow another head off just for you to tell me.”

Everything seemed to fall silent for a couple moments, only a few voices daring to make a sound.

“Char?” You called out, a couple beats of silence weighing you down.

The sound of footsteps only got louder, stopping in front of the room you were in.

Keys jangled, the door slamming open as Charles walked in, a couple of police tailing him timidly to the outside of the door.

There were dark stains on his otherwise clean shirt, an indication of what happened visible in the peeved look on his face. Your eyes slowly trailed to his hand, a gun held tightly in his grip, smoking oh so slightly.

Noticing how your attention had drifted to the weapon, he put it down on the other side of the table as he approached you, shrugging off his jacket as he approached you.

“Tu vas bien maintenant (you're all right now),” He said quietly, running his fingers through your hair as he pulled you to him, “Come on, we’re going home.” 

You clutched his arm as he stood you up, eyes glued to the floor as you walked next to him.

You could hear their disappointed exhales, tinged with a bit of surprise as Charles kept a firm grip on your back, guiding you through the long hall to the main office.

As you continued to walk, he gently stopped you, turning around in the middle of the room as someone called for him.

“Fucks sake,” He sighed, turning around.

“Sir, i believe there has been a mistake-”

“What sort of mistake do you think you’ve made?” He snarled, his hand running down to your hand, lacing his fingers into yours.

“You see, the car we identified was yours and we thought that perhaps she’d stole it-”

“And you didn’t think to call me so I could deal with them myself?” He chuckled humorlessly, pulling you to his side. You held your breath, completely aware of what was about to happen.

“Charles, no-”

He shook his head at you, basically telling you to not interfere. You obliged, eyebrows creasing as you watch the poor man who had tried to explain himself get shoved to his knees.

“First off, you interrupt my very precious time, and then you have the audacity to say that you’ve made a mistake?” He stands back, waving at someone behind him to step forward to his side with a gun. “Do you know who she is?”

The man stumbled over his words, trying to plead for his life, but you already knew it was too late.

“Since you don’t seem to know, let me tell you. She’s the last face you’ll be seeing but since she’s here, I've decided to spare the rest of you for the time being. If I ever hear of anything happening to her again, anyone in this room will not be spared like they were today.” He remarked bemusedly, turning to you with the widest grin you’d ever seen from him.

“Chéri, close your eyes, and cover your ears as well.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. The second you did, there was a bang, followed by a thumping sound.

Something warm was on your face, but you didn’t dare open your eyes, shaky hands coming off your ears to touch your face.

“Don’t.” He was closer than you thought, causing you to jump as he rubbed what you assumed was a handkerchief against your face . “Don’t say anything, don’t look, just follow me.” 

You cracked open an eye, briefly wandering to the pool of blood a couple of feet away from you.

“What did I just tell you?” He remarked, barking at the rest in rapid french as he grabbed your hand and pulled you out the doors of the station.

There was an awkward silence as you lumbered into the passenger side seat, pressing yourself against the seat as he pulled out and onto the road.

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?” He muttered, hand reaching over to squeeze your thigh.

“I thought you’d be upset with me.” You looked down, noticing the dried blood on his hands, not that it made much of a difference to you anymore. Less than two years ago, you would have been horrified at the idea of blood within six feet of you, but you had come to accept it as a part of him you could never erase.

“No-” He punched the brakes, eyes slightly apologetic as you jumped from the sudden shock of stopping.

“No, no, Y/n, look at me,” His hand left your thigh, fingers curling around your chin and pulling your face to his, “You are not responsible for any of that, i gave you the car, remember? You are not to blame yourself because I would gladly do anything for you.”

“Char-” You whined, muffled slightly by the pressure of his fingers against your cheeks.

“I would give you the world to see you happy, so shut up and take it.” He pressed his lips harshly against yours, almost needy in the way he nipped at your bottom. Warmth seemed to stir inside you as he let you go, your own mind racing at a million miles per hour as he returned to the wheel as if nothing had happened.

However, under his breath, he muttered something that even escaped you as your thoughts drifted off elsewhere. “Le monde brûlera, si tu le veux ma chérie, je te le promets (the world will burn, if you want it to my darling, I promise).”

[strugglingsapphic]

Chloe and Red are in their dorm when Ella calls the blue haired princess. Red is laying on her bed scrolling through her phone, and her girlfriend is at her desk doing homework. Chloe picks up at the first ring,

"Salut maman!"

Reds head snaps up, suddenly very invested in this phone call. Was that french she just heard?

"Bonjour mon petit amour, qu'est-ce que tu fais"

Holy shit, that was totally french. Chloe could speak french.

"Je fais mes devoirs à mon bureau, c'est une alchimie"

SINCE WHEN COULD HER GIRLFRIEND SPEAK FRENCH?

"Très bien chérie, et qu'en est-il de ta petite amie?"

"Arrête maman! et Red va bien, elle est sur son lit avec son téléphone"

Okay that was definitely her name Chloe just said, were they talking about her?

"Tu sais que j'aime juste taquiner chérie."

"Je connais maman mais c'est toujours embarrassant"

Oh they were definitely talking about her if Chloe's blush is anything to go by.

"Ok Chloé. Je dois y aller maintenant mais n'oublie pas que ton père et moi venons à ta rencontre cette semaine"

"Oui maman, je m'en souviens, ne t'inquiète pas."

The wonderland princess couldn't help but smile. She could see how Chloe's eye lit up the longer this conversation went on. She looked so cute talking in french, Red would definitely need her to do it more.

"Très bien, je t'aime, au revoir chérie"

"Je t'aime aussi maman, au revoir"

Chloe turns to her girlfriend after ending the call, Red's mouth is turned up in a smile and her eyes are shining bright. "What's got you cheesin so much?"

"I didn't think i could fall in love with you anymore than i already have."

That draws a squeak from Chloe who ducks her chin into her chest, like she was trying to disappear, "Note to self, you like it when i speak french"

For @bigmilk-13 (i saw ur post and it might not be what u were envisioning but i feel like this could be a scenario!)

[clarabouh]

- qu'est-ce que tu fais ?

- ben je vais mettre ma tête dans les hortensias.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Belle Mort || LN4

AN: this was deep in the archives of abandoned fics but figured I’ll just post it anyway.

Pairing: Lando Norris x vampire!fem!reader

Summary: Your paths weren’t meant to cross - he was a famous driver and your brethren were the thing of myths and nightmares.

Warnings: smut, major character death

He didn’t belong here.

You could only surmise Vinny let him in the club because he knew an easy target when he saw one. Rich, young and handsome - he was ripe for the taking. A part of you knew not to get involved but, unlike your brother, you had a small conscience, especially when it came to the pretty, blue-eyed man who had shared your bed.

Making your way across the busy dance floor of Belle Mort, you snaked between the women who were selling themselves to the richest man one sway of their hips at a time. You slapped away roaming hands that tried to pull you into their laps and glared at the men until they looked away with wounded egos.

Your brother spotted the target and you stepped lightly in your high heels as you dodged the revellers, finally making it in front of the handsome man. “Qu'est-ce que tu fais, garçon perdu?”

Lando smirked as he cast his eyes over your body, the tight fitted dress hiding very little of the body he knew intimately. “I don’t speak French.”

“I know.”

His hand caught your waist and pulled you closer, his lips brushing your cheek. “You didn’t call me.”

You rolled your eyes at the need that laced his words, but it would have been a lie to say you hadn’t thought about it. You had even kept his number when you should have deleted it. Your worlds were so far apart you didn’t see the point in making it more than a one night stand, it was safer that way. “I know. Find another bar.”

“I like this one.” His hand tightened and his thumb brushed over your ribs, tracing the curve under your breast. His smirk grew as he felt your ribs expand with the sharp intake of air you took.

“You’ve never been here before.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I own it.”

“Co-own, dear sister,” Nix added as he stepped to your side. “And if Lando wants to party then who are we to deny him.”

You narrowed your eyes at your brother. “It’s bad for business.”

“Why? Because you mixed it with pleasure,” he laughed as he ruffled your hair, cracking your neck as he pushed you away to leer at the man himself. “I can see the appeal. No one can deny you have good taste, it’s just a shame you always leave them broken.”

“What’s he talking about?” Lando asked as he helped keep you steady from your brother's push.

“Nix has always been jealous of me, haven’t you?” you taunted him. “Always wanted my dolls for himself.”

Nix’s jaw ticked and if the music wasn’t so loud you probably could have heard a tooth break. “Shouldn’t you be working?”

“I’m on a break,” you stated, catching Lando’s attention as you grabbed his wrist and started to drag him to your office before freezing. Your hand met bare skin and you held your hand out to your brother. “Give it back. Now.”

Nix rolled his eyes but reached into his pocket to return the watch he had easily lifted from Lando. The glass and diamond face slapped into your palm but you curled a brow at him and cleared your throat, waiting for the rest.

“You really used to be more fun,” he grumbled as he returned Lando’s wallet too. “Don’t worry, the condom is still in there.”

“And the cash?”

“I don’t think that is really your worry, but yes, cash too.”

Nix disappeared into the crowd and even you found it difficult to trace his movements but he was one of the fastest vampires you knew.

“Interesting family you have,” Lando commented as the music was cut off with your office door.

“You should be more careful,” you warned as you slid the security chain onto the latch. “This side of town could get a guy like you killed.”

“A guy like me?” he asked as he accepted the whiskey you poured, neat. “Handsome?”

“Well known,” you corrected, despite his knowing smirk. Of course you found him handsome, or else you wouldn’t have let him fuck you in the bathrooms of another nightclub in the city. You had a business meeting, with a wolf no less, and the owner had left you displeased, so you found another form of pleasure in his den. “Where you go, pictures are taken. That is bad for my business.”

Who knew what illegal activities those pictures or videos might capture and be uploaded. Voices had been silenced for less in the dark alleys around the club - but the bodies were never found.

Lando took a sip as he weighed your words of warning, but it didn’t stop him wanting to go another round with you. He knew you were different from the moment he saw you. Determination and strength rolled off you as you stalked through the club to a door labelled ‘staff only’. A different look of determination had been seen when you emerged, scanning the crowd for someone to use - he had come to the club for the same reason.

“I can be invisible, when I want to be,” he promised as he followed you to the desk you leaned back on, crossing your heeled ankles in front of you. He placed the glass on the wood beside you and smelt the smooth spirit on his breath when he kissed the corner of your lips. “But I wanted you to notice me, again.”

His hand ran down your thighs and your ankles uncrossed. He took the space given and parted your legs so he could step between them and steal your moan with his kiss. His tongue parted your lips with the same confidence he parted your legs and he hummed when your hands slipped under his shirt, your nails dragging down his spine.

“I’m going to fuck you on your desk and every time you have a meeting here you will think of me.”

Desire pooled between your thighs at the promise and when his fingers found your body bare beneath the dress he felt it slick and warm. “You like that idea don’t you?” he chuckled in your ear, the deep timber of his gravelled voice making you clench around his fingers before they withdrew from you. “Turn around.”

For a woman who considered herself to be the bossy one, you were quick to follow his instruction and it didn’t go amiss from the smirk on his face. “I don’t remember you being this demanding last time,” you said over your shoulder, feeling the air on your skin as he pushed your dress up over your hips.

“That’s because you looked like you needed it more than me.” He flipped his wallet open and pulled the condom out, tearing through the foil packaging before rolling it down his hard length. With one swipe of his arm he cleared space on your desk and started to push you down before he changed his mind and spun you to face him. “Actually, I want to see your face when I make you come.”

The mahogany wood was hard under your ass and you spread your knees for Lando to step between. His cock pressed to your entrance and he watched your lips part as he slowly began to stretch you, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside you.

“You’re going to call me, aren’t you?” he asked with the teasingly slow retreat he made. He stopped just short of leaving you empty and made no move to fill you again. “I’m not going to fuck you until you answer me.”

You tried to shuffle your hips closer but he held them tight and your feet were off the ground so you couldn’t move, not without revealing your unnatural strength. Finally a frustrated sound left your lips and he smiled triumphantly when you agreed. “Now would you please fuck me?”

He answered with the snap of his hips and you moaned in unison as he filled you completely. The computer screen came to life and the mouse moved with the rocking desk and the cup of pens tipped over, scattering among the mess he had already made. Stars danced across your vision and your body pulsed with the deep bass that made it through the soundproof door.

“Lando,” you moaned as you tipped his head back, baring his neck as you felt your canines elongating behind your lips. The throb of his rapid pulse invited you to taste him and you dragged your nose over the vein, inhaling the rich scent hidden beneath his cologne. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

He shivered as your teeth grazed his skin but he was too far gone in his pleasure to question the sharp points. Just a little sip, you told yourself.

Lando gasped as pain flared, but just as quickly as it came it bled to a burn that felt better than any high he had ever had. He couldn’t breathe as you sucked at the puncture wounds, filling your belly with the same need you had for his cock.

He couldn’t explain how he found himself sat on the couch in your office with you on his lap, he had only blinked. You were high on him, making silly errors like using your speed and strength carelessly. You weren’t new to this life, but you were acting like it with him.

“Why did you come here?”

His head fell back and his eyes closed as you took your pleasure in riding him. He couldn’t think, there was only the tight feeling in all his muscles as his orgasm threatened to shatter him beneath you. “Just wanted you,” he choked as he bucked his hips up to meet you. “Again.”

You cried out as your climax peaked and Lando followed, unable to hold back with how tight you felt around him. Your head spun as the high receded, but you wanted more - it was the curse of immortality, you always wanted more.

You turned his head and struck again, lapping at the twin lines of life blood running down his collar. Cursing inwardly, you realised you were taking too much, you always took too much when you played with your food. Lando’s eyes fluttered shut and his breathing laboured, his skin fading before your eyes. Nix was right, you always left them broken.

“Fuck,” you growled at the thought of losing another man. Tearing the skin from your wrist you made what was possibly the second biggest mistake of your life, the first would always be asking for this life. Your blood was thicker and darker than his, staining his lips as you squeezed it out before the wound could heal.

“Wake up…” You prayed you weren’t too late, the seconds ticking by with quiet reassurance that time would continue to move on even if Lando never did again.

—

Nix crashed through the office door as dawn approached and the club closed. His black eyes found Lando’s body on the couch and a sneer carved across his lips. “What a waste.”

You barely lifted your head from your hands as you sat at your desk. You had felt lethargic from a full belly and drained veins. “I didn’t mean to.”

“You never do,” he snickered. “There will be people looking for him, I’ll have Vinny dump him in the marina - another rich boy who partied too hard.”

Lando gasped as he jolted upright, his eyes ringed red from the transformation, and a war waged within you. Rage exuded from Nix as he realised the danger you had put the entire coven in and his features sharpened as his fangs pierced his lips. “You would bring the Council down on our heads, sister?”

“I said I didn’t mean to. I just couldn’t stand to see another die because of my weakness.”

“I would rather you have just killed him.” Nix pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. To change a human required petitioning to the Council, and permits were rarely given this century - and certainly not to those well known. People tend to notice when someone doesn’t age at the same rate: Jennifer Anniston, Cillian Murphy, Paul Rudd, Joseph Gordon-Levitt. Those half breeds could get away with it for a little longer but they would soon be faking their own deaths to keep the secret of their heritage.

“Take him to the mountains,” Nix said as he crossed the room to where Lando writhed in pain on the carpet, the transition destroying his delicate human cells for something much more robust. “I’ll tie up the loose ends here.”

Nix took the car keys from Lando’s pocket and checked his watch. There was still enough time before dawn came to wreck the car off the cliffs and into the French Riviera. When the car was found empty they would assume his body was carried out to sea. Lando Norris was dead. Lando de Belle Mort had risen.

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Keep Our Mouths Busy

Sanji Vinsmoke x Black Fem Reader Angst

DomesticAU, ModernAU, Drunk Sanji

CW: Sanji yelling and breaking a bottle, reader has oral fixation, banging on doors, anxiety/stress reliving tactics

TW: drunken anger

Word Count: 1196 (give or take)

Any French translated via DeepL

Sanji came back late at night, slamming the front door closed, startling you out of your sleep. You roll over in your shared bed and go to walk downstairs. You step off the last step into the living room to see his tie and blazer discarded on the floor near the front door and upon hearing soft cursing followed by the sound of glass hitting the marble countertop, you slowly walk to the kitchen.

"Il ne m'écoute jamais, putain(Never fucking listens to me).” He mutters, messily filling a shot glass with whiskey, “Jamais (Never does)." 

The slight sway of his body showed that this wasn’t his first drink of the night. He downs the glass in one gulp before slamming it down next to the bottle of whiskey before he picks it up, looking at the label and scoffing with a sarcastic smirk.

“Great... maintenant, je suis un putain d'ivrogne comme lui (now I’m a fucking drunk just like him)!”

He throws the bottle to the floor, making it shatter against the tile, shocking you out of your drowsiness with a loud yelp from where you stood in the doorway. Sanji turned to face you, leaning back against the counter.

“Have your lost your mind!?” You yelled, staying in the doorway to keep your bare feet from the sharp shards and alcohol littering the floor, “The hell is your problem?!”

“Qu'est ce que tu fais ici (What are you doing here?)”

“Why are you drunk, you were at work!”

He kept staring at you wordlessly, you don’t even think your words were getting through to him in this state. Sanji picked up the shot glass again, taking another sip as if it was still full before slamming it back on the counter. He clearly wasn’t in his right mind so you backed up a little, but he took a step forward, glass crunching under his dress shoes with his eyes still intensely locked on you. He clearly had no idea how scary he looked right now.

"Qu'est que tu veux(What do you want)?”

You back up again, stepping out of the kitchen, “In English, I can’t--”

"I said what do you want?" He snapped, slurring, “Why you down here so early?”

"First of all, Vin, it's 12 am," Your eyebrows raise, “Second who the fuck are you getting loud with?"

He stepped forward again, eyebrows furrowing. "Vin...? What are you talking about? My name is Sanji."

“Not when you're being a dick and breaking shit.”

He squints then struts towards you making you immediately keep your distance with tears burning your eyes, preparing to fall and your heart racing unsure of what he was going to do but he didn’t seem to care if he even noticed. He just followed you backwards, strides longer than yours as you hoped he wouldn’t have to hurt him.

“Tch, you think I’m being a dick?” 

“Yes, you are and I'm calling you your first name until you remember how to act right.”

He stops walking when he notices tears of frustration brimming your eyes, right before you jog upstairs, leaving nothing but the sound of your bedroom door slamming before locking it. He stumbles upstairs, gripping the banister tightly until he reaches the top floor then staggers and throws himself at the door, banging his fists against the door several times.

"Baby, open the door." His voice contrasts with his actions heavily, “C’mon, you can’t just lock yourself in there, open--”

“Stop banging on the fuckin' door before the neighbors call!”

"How was I being a dick, I barely said anything to you!”

"You actin' like you ain't break a whole bottle in my vicinity then walked up on me like we was bouta fight."

“I didn’t, I was just-- I just..."

"Ion even wanna hear what you think you did cuz why else would I be in here?"

"I'm... I’m not...” He stops banging, finally gaining some self awareness as he leans against the door, “I'm... merde, I'm scaring you--"

"No shit, so calm the fuck down."

"You know I’m not mad at you, cheri, right?”

"I'm not asking you what you're mad at, I'm telling you that you need to relax."

You could hear his quiet, shallow breaths almost like he was panting just to calm down. Part of you wanted to help and hold him but you thought it was best to keep your distance until you were sure he was calm. Your heart pounded in chest with each of his breaths until they became deeper and more focused. After a few seconds, he knocks softly with one knuckle like he always did, making you let out an audible sigh of relief.

"Mon chéri... I'm okay, now. You can come on, okay...? Please, I'm calm now."

“You sure?” You ask, despite already being at the door, ready to see a non-threatening expression.

"Yes baby, I promise..." He sighed. "Just come to me, please? I'm sorry."

“When I open the door, I’m finna slap you.”

"You can slap me all you want, chéri, I earned it. Just open the door for me...?"

You unlock and open the door, revealing your tear-streaked cheeks and bloodshot eyes to him as you anxiously chewed on the gold chain hanging loosely around your neck. His eyebrows rise with more worry but as soon as he opened his mouth, you slapped him across the face, turning his head and making his hair flip to the side. He slowly reached up to touch his face, feeling the spot that you had slapped while the necklace fell from your mouth when you opened your mouth.

“I....” You sniffle, “I thought you were going to hit me.”

"No, no! I would never hit you... I would never; why would you ever think that?"

“I-I don't know, you're drunk.” You fumble with the chain again, placing it back in your mouth, “And you smashed a fuckin’ bottle and you were yelling a-and banging on shit so I thought you were mad enough to--”

"To hit you, no. Never. I'm sorry, I was upset and I wasn’t thinking about my movements or tone."

He sighed, rubbing his hand over his face a few times. He stepped closer, slowly reaching to cup your face in his shaking hands, looking down at you with sad, apologetic eyes.

"But I would never hit you. Never... Never, baby.”

“I didn't know, you're usually flirty when you're drunk and I just assumed the worst when walked up on me like that.”

"Yeah, I know, but tonight I drank because I was angry, I didn't become it.”

You sniffle a little, trying to get over it but your heart is still racing and he could tell by the way you were still gnawing on your strings so he steps closer and gently pulls your necklace out before replacing it with his middle and ring fingers into your mouth and watching you nibble lightly.

“Don’t like when you chew on your chain, charmant(lovely). Don’t want you breaking it.”

He pulled you into his chest, hugging you while the thumb of his free hand effortlessly caressed up and down the back of your bonnet as he held your head. He kisses your forehead, breath still reeking of whiskey.

"I’d never hurt you." He said quietly against your head, “I’d never, please forgive me, baby.”

You nod against his chest, snuggling closer. After several silent seconds of lightly grazing your teeth just about his knuckles for comfort, you grab his wrist and pull his hand away.

“What even happened?” You ask

“The old man benched me again, this time for the whole shift and we had fight in front of the restaurant. Shouldn’t have taken it out on you though."

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A list of questions

À quelle heure tu arrives ? What time are you arriving ?

Avec qui tu parlais ? Who were you talking to ?

Bien ou quoi ? You alright ? (very casual)

Ça va ? Are you alright ? (normal)

Ça va pas non ? Are you crazy ?

C'est moi ou il est fou ? Is it me or is he insane ?

De quoi parle ton livre ? What is your book about ?

De quoi tu parles ? What are you talking about ?

De quoi tu te mêles ? How about you mind your business ?

D'où tu tiens ça ? Where did you hear that ?

D'où tu viens ? Where are you coming from ?

En quoi ça me regarde ? What does that have to do with me ?

Est-ce que tu crois que tu es drôle ? Do you think you're funny ?

Est-ce que tu te sens bien ? Are you feeling alright ?

Est-ce que tu t'es fait mal ? Did you get hurt ?

Est-ce que tu vas bien ? Are you alright ? (slightly elevated)

Faut peut-être se calmer non ? You better calm down (annoyed)

Il faut y aller non ? Shouldn't we go ?

Il fout quoi ? What the hell is he doing ?

Il se passe quoi là-dedans ? What's happening in there ?

Il te faut quoi ? What do you need ?

J'en étais où ? Where was I ?

Je t'ai demandé quelque chose à toi ? Did I ask for your opinion ?

Je te ramène quelque chose/un truc ? Do you need anything (from the store/downstairs, etc.) ?

Le mec en pull rouge, c'est qui ? Who is the dude in the red jumper ?

Les deux ? Both ?

On se calme ? Are you going to calm down ? (appeasing or angry)

On y va ? Shall we ?

Pourquoi tu continues à répondre ? Why do you keep talking back ?

Pourquoi tu ne lui demandes pas ? Why don't you ask him ?

Pourquoi tu t'en vas ? Why are you leaving ?

Quel est ton film préféré ? What's your favourite movie ?

Quelle heure il est ? What time is it ?

Qu'est-ce que ça change ? What does that change ?

Qu'est-ce que ça fait ? What does that do ?

Qu'est-ce que tu as à manger ? What do you have to eat ?

Qu'est-ce que tu branles/fiches/fous ? Wtf are you doing ?

Qu'est-ce que tu racontes ? What are you on about ?

Qu'est-ce qu'il y a encore ? What now ?

Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas ? What's wrong ?

Qu'est-ce qui se passe ? What's happening ?

Sur place ou à emporter ? In or take away ?

Tout est réglé ? Is everything fixed/good now ?

Tout va bien ? Everything alright ?

Tu fais quoi ? What are you doing ?

Tu m'as pris pour qui ? Who do you think I am ?

Tu m'entends bien ? Can you hear me well ?

Tu pars quand ? When are you leaving ?

Tu plaisantes/te moques de moi ? Are you joking me ?

Tu t'es cru chez ta mère ? Did you think you were at your mother's house ? (angry)

Tu te sens mal ? Are you feeling ill ?

Tu vas te taire, oui ? Will you shut up ?

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Communication Issues

(GIF NOT MINE)

Plantonic!BAU team x french!reader

Description: reader is from France and lived there until he was 11/12 and then moved to america and his first language is french. He also has a little bit of an accent. Basically reader is new to the team and it is their first late night back home on the jet with him. And basically they learn that when hes tired he reverts back to his mother tongue.

CW: possible swearing, I can't think of anything else

A/N: I'm thinking of making a series about this, like just funny scenarios related to the reader being French, if y'all have any ideas let me know! Also reader is gonna be loosely based off me when im rly tired cus i get kinda giggly/floppy/goofy. ( also sry it's short)

French, translation

3rd person POV:

after a hard, and long case the team was very ready to go home. They had found a 9 yr old girl and rescued her from a man holding her in his basement to torture her. And even though it took the profilers almost 3 full days with almost no sleep to find her. To say they were tired was understatement. It was almost 2 am when they trudged onto the plane, all tired physically and emotionally. Y/N was the last on the plane and decided to take the couch to get some sleep. Just as he was sitting down Reid plopped down next to him. (Y/N and Reid liked to sit next to each other so they could read together)

“Désolé reid, je veux lire avec toi, mais je suis trop fatigué pour ça” (sorry reid, i wanna read with you but im too tired for that) you said to him, slightly slurring your words. “Huh?” Spencer looked up at you with a small crease between his eyebrows. The switch in language caught the rest the rest of the team off guard as well (evidently by the looks on their faces) you peered at them just as perplexed and asked “Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?” (Whats wrong?).

“Dont worry guys I’ll talk to him” said spencer with a little giggle at his new friends antics. Morgan gave spencer a little knowing look and eyebrow wiggle at his conversation with Y/N, despite having no idea what they were saying. “Mon biche, tu parle français maintenant, pas anglais.” (Darling, you’re speaking french right now, not english) says spencers with a small smile. a look of understanding dawned your features and you said “je suis?! Oh c'est pas grave, Oh, tu n'as besoin que de me comprendre de toute façon.” (I am?! Thats okay, you’re the only one who needs to understand me anyways) you say with a wink ad a giggle. Spencers cheeks went red and emily gave him a questioning look. “Y/N, tu fais quoi?” (y/n, what are you doing?). you just gave him a mischievous look before putting your head on his shoulder and snuggling into him to fall asleep. The rest of the team got bored of making fun of the pair and began their own conversations or trying to sleep. But after a minute or two the team heard and hushed but strict “shhhhh!” coming from their resident genius. “You guys are so loud! hes asleep!” said spencer’s while he gestured vicariously to the sleeping figure drooped over his left side. “hush up pretty boy, your little boyfriend over theres out cold dont worry about it.” said derek with a teasing smile. spencers cheeks turned even more red than before if hat was even possible and started stuttering about the sleep man not being his boyfriend. “okay, okay, hes not your boyfriend,” said derek with his hands up in surrender after spencer kept spluttering on about y/n not being his boyfriend.

(small time skip)

As the plane landed people began packing up their things and getting ready to get off the plane. But y/n and Spencer had moved and when the team looked over they found the two agents passed out on top of each other and snoring lightly.

THE END

[stinkysam]

Serge “Frenchie” - Regarde-moi.

Warning : nsfw, no protection, spit as lube, breath restriction, getting caught.

Genre : smut

Synopsis : “the boys are at some kind of mission at a gala or smth and someone of the guest flirts with frenchie or m!reader (doesn´t matter) and the other one gets like possessive of the other and is like that´s mine back off. like in general they get protective of one another and maybe some possessive fucking in the restroom or some closet.” Idea by @jadenisdead

Reader : male (you/yours)

Everyone looked so good.

You didn't really know where to look, shiny dresses made of gold, colorful suits, celebrities you low-key admired plus the flashes of the paparazzis blinding you partially, it was hard to focus on the mission. Luckily, you weren't part of the main act.

You watched as Annie posed as Starlight with the other supes and then with Hughie.

You tried to look for the others but your heart was beating heavily, so much noise, so many voices overlapping and you instead saw your favorite singer being interviewed with a tiny mic. You wanted to get closer, to listen to what they were saying but someone grabbed your hand to take you away from the path you had carved yourself. You harshly pulled your hand out of their crip before looking at who it was. Shit.

Frenchie frowned, partially hurt by the gesture but mainly concerned by what you were doing.

“Sorry.” You said, but with the noise, you’re not sure he heard you.

“Qu'est-ce que tu fais ?” He asked, leaning closer so you could hear. You looked around, trying to spot where the others were once more. Again, you didn't see them, meaning they were already far ahead, inside the building, only Kimiko was looking back at the two of you in confusion, not understanding what you were doing behind, waving at you to come.

“Je… euh… Je sais pas ?” You replied, turning your head to look back at Frenchie, voice barely audible, unsure. Your heart was still beating fast and with everyone moving around you, their shoulders brushing against yours and all the flashing lights, it made you struggle to look at him, your eyes darting everywhere to watch everything.

“Ça va ?” He asked loudly, concerned, placing both his hands on your cheeks to make you focus on him, successfully gaining your attention for a moment. He nodded at you, waiting for your answer.

Shit, even Frenchie looked good as fuck. He always did, but he rocked his black suit.

You shook your head ‘no’, too many things trying to grab your attention and succeeding.

“Let's go inside, it'll be calmer.” He said and you nodded. He grabbed your hand and pulled you with him toward the entrance. Kimiko smiled when she saw the two of you arrive. You entered the building and suddenly you felt the difference.

There was still attention grabbing clothes but people weren't talking as loudly as before, you could even faintly hear someone play the piano. And most of all, you had personal space.

“You okay ?” Kimiko signed and you grimaced in response. Could be better, but that'll do. It has to.

You got deeper inside, eyeing the supes and celebrities, your hand never leaving Frenchie’s, still feeling intimidated by your surroundings. You only let go when you felt more at ease and had thoroughly studied the path to the bar. Your mouth and throat feeling dry.

“I'll get us something.” You said close to Frenchie’s ear and he nodded. You walked away, quickly finding back your confidence, thinking about which drink to have.

When you turned to look at Frenchie and Kimiko, there was a woman with them, talking. When did she arrive ?

She looked about twice your age if not a bit more, her thin body adorning a striped black and white dress, a bit contrasting all the shiny, colorful and extravagant dresses that were around.

Her hand was on Frenchie's shoulder and Kimiko eyed her up and down, a brow raised in a judging manner. Then she looked at you with insistent eyes. You frowned at the sight, not understanding what was happening.

You decided to not pay them attention, turning back toward the bar and ordering your drinks. But when you were done and ready to walk back toward them, you noticed the woman was still there, her hand now on Frenchie’s back, whispering something in his ear.

Your eyes twitched, not liking how close she was.

You walked to them determined, dodging people passing in front of you and handed Kimiko her drink and gave Frenchie his. But right as you were about to say something, to ask her who she was, she turned her heels and walked away, her hand caressing Frenchie’s arm in the process.

He turned to you, eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Look, she gave me the spare key to her room.” Frenchie said, showing them to you, looking somewhat proud of himself. You smiled a bit baffled by the nerve of that woman.

You bit your tongue, not wanting to make a big fuss out of it right now. She was… gone.

Well, gone was a big word, you could still see her stare at Frenchie from where she was. Talking with her friends, never taking her eyes off of him, sipping her drink slowly, her eyes twinkling. Yours twitched again when you looked at her, growing more irritated.

Frenchie smiled at you, trying to reassure you and change the topic by thanking you for the drink. It didn't really work, leaving you in a sour mood.

“Don't worry, mon cœur.” He started with a smile, leaning closer, his free hand rubbing your back. “She's not gonna take me.” He looked at you before planting a kiss on your temple, slightly amused.

You hummed in response, far from sharing his amusement and focused yourself in finding the others. Surely she'll stop ogling him and would find another piece of meat to hunt.

“What a bitch.” Kimiko signed, looking at her.

“Yeah.” You replied, irritated.

You saw Annie and Hughie who continued taking pictures inside now -mainly Hughie taking pictures of Starlight with celebrities-, Butcher and M.M were still gone. A sign you still had time before having to leave the place.

You sighed, calming down, the faint sound of piano easing your nerves, slowly drinking your beverage before chugging it entirely when you saw the woman continue staring at him with a smug look on her face. She was still at it.

You looked at Frenchie, pissed, not knowing what to do before turning to Kimiko.

“Kiss him !” She signed. “Make her understand !”

“Je ne pense pas qu-” Frenchie started but you cut him off by pulling him into a kiss. Softly planting your lips on his, a simple peck at first, before growing more passionate, pouring all your feelings for him into it. You blindly handed your empty glass to Kimiko, who grabbed it and took Frenchie's as well, that was about to fall from his hand. He was quick to respond, kissing you back with enthusiasm. You continued like this for a few seconds, savoring each other, holding him close to you as he rested his forehead against yours, forgetting about the woman until you re-opened your eyes.

You saw her shrug at you, raising an eyebrow up, confidently unbothered as if to say “And ?”.

You bit your tongue again, annoyed, and took a step toward her only to be quickly stopped by Frenchie.

“Leave her alone, elle mourra rapidement avec un vagin aussi sec qu'un désert.” He said with a nod, squinting his eyes and you looked at him a bit confused by his words.

“I don't think you can die from a dry vagina. No matter the dryness.” You said, serious, but a bit saddened by the thought.

“She'll be the first then.” He smiled at you and you couldn't help but smile.

“She still pisses me off, though.” You turned to look at her once more, she still looked smug and self assured. That's when you got an idea. “Don't get drunk.” You said to Kimiko firmly, she nodded, confused, and you grabbed Frenchie’s hand as you skimmed the walls.

“Are you sure this is the right time for this ?” Frenchie said. He had caught on quickly on what you were looking for.

You couldn't control the scoff that left you.

“And you care more about this mission than fucking ?” You replied, turning around to look at him. He hummed and moved his head, acting like he was thinking. You rolled your eyes, waiting for his answer with a small smile.

“Okay, but only because we're not the main piece of this plan.” He said, squinting his eyes with a nod as if he had really thought about it.

“C'est ce que je pensais.” You laughed and continued walking, both looking for some sort of exit.

The door you were looking for finally appeared, behind it, a long white corridor leading to the cloakrooms. As soon as you pushed the men's door open, your hands were on Frenchie, letting the door close itself slowly. You pushed him against the lockers, kissing him passionately, holding him by the lapels of his suit.

The stubble on his jaw tickled your lips faintly as you moved lower, kissing his neck, nibbling and sucking his skin, making Frenchie let out little gasps and hiss each time your teeth pinched his skin too harshly. He'll definitely have marks later.

He quickly unbuttoned his suit, cursing when he saw more buttons on his shirt. You chuckled, helping him, though you just wanted to rip it open, you abstained, knowing you had to look presentable afterwards.

You let your hands roam over his body, feeling his hot skin on your palms. You captured his lips once more as Frenchie held you close, pulling you against him and one of your hands moved down until it reached between his legs, pushing and caressing his growing hard on before sliding inside his pants.

He cursed when you stroked his hardening dick, making him feel even more caged in his pants with your hand. You continued caressing him, playing with his tip, your thumb rubbing over the slit, then you pulled away, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them to his knees to continue jerking him.

Your hand moved fast on his length, his back pressed against the locker. Moans and sighs fell freely out of his lips as he watched your hand move mercilessly.

“Wait- Wait.” He stopped you suddenly, catching his breath. His slightly shaky hands going to yours. “I want your cock.”

“I don't think you deserve it.”

“And I don't think we came just for you to jerk me. No ?” He said, smiling.

“And I can leave right now.” You said, smiling back at him, pulling your hand away from his dick, ready to walk out.

“No, no, no, no, no.” He replied, quickly grabbing your hand to place it back where it was, knowing all too well you'd have no remorse in leaving him like that. “Please.”

“Okay.” You moved closer, grabbing him by the dick. Frenchie gasped, holding your hand so you wouldn't pull. “Then why did you take her spare key ?”

“She put them in my hands, promis.”

You nodded before pulling on his dick, making him lean toward you, hissing and grimacing, half from pain and half from pleasure.

“Je te promets !” He quickly added, raising his hands in the air. “I'm all yours. Promis !”

You nodded once more, letting go of his dick, ordering him to turn around. He promptly obeyed. You rewarded him with a ‘Good boy’ before putting two of your fingers in his mouth, his tongue licking them thoroughly until you took them out to push them in his ass.

Frenchie groaned at the sensation, stiffening around you before slowly adjusting to the feeling. You pushed your fingers in and out quickly, drawing small moans out of him. Your other hand went to his dick, stroking him, teasing his tip, pre-come starting to glide down his length.

“Do you really think you deserve my dick ?” You asked and Frenchie nodded eagerly.

“Please, I've been good.”

“I didn't see you move away from her touch.” You pointed out, curling your fingers inside him, touching his prostate, drawing a loud moan out of him.

“I'm sorry. I- I should've ! Please, I really want-”

“I don't know if you deserve it, though.” You replied, both hands continuing to play with him, ripping sweet sounds out of his lips.

“Please, mon cœur.” He hissed.

“That woman really was into you.” You nodded, recalling the events. “Acting like you were all hers, touching you so comfortably.”

“But you know I'm not.” He turned his head to look at you. “Right ?”

“You're not what ?” You curled your fingers again to hit that sweet spot, making him moan and squirm at your touch.

“I'm not hers, fuck- I'm yours. Please. Je te promets, je suis à toi.”

You pulled away from him to unbutton your pants, pushing them down to let your cock free. Frenchie exhaled, catching his breath while you spat on your hand, coating your dick with saliva before pushing yourself inside him.

“You're right.” You sighed, feeling him tight around you. “You're mine.” Your hand went by the back of his neck.

Frenchie groaned, clenching around you the deeper you got. You didn't wait for him to get used to you, instantly bucking your hips in and out, ripping pretty moans and whines out of him. You pushed him against the locker, his front feeling the cold metallic surface, his dick rubbing against it.

Your hand was by his throat now, restricting his breathing, holding him against you. You could feel his Adam’s apple bob each time he swallowed. You tightened your hold, ragged breaths and moans leaving his lips as you continued to fuck into him, your tip hitting his sweet spot dead on.

“Fuck.” He whispered out, closing his eyes, as he began to feel light headed, his head falling on your shoulder. You released his throat, letting him breathe for a few seconds before starting again.

Your pace was quick and thorough, reaching deep inside him.

“Fuck, I'm close.” He warned, voice hoarse.

“Me too.” You hummed.

He breathed loudly as you released him, panting and moaning freely, your two hands now holding his hips as your pelvis slapped against his ass.

You were about to curse when you heard the click of the door opening.

“I'm busy, don't come in !” You yelled rapidly, still fucking into Frenchie, but it was too late. Your eyes met the stranger’s and you could see his face fall, looking at you two in frozen surprise.

“Dégagez !” Frenchie grunted, waving the guy off with a moan. He was so close to cumming and he was not going to let some random guy stop him. The man only slightly jumped, panicking as he turned toward the door and that's when Frenchie came, shooting ropes of cum on the locker and his stomach, a loud relieved moan leaving his lips as he clenched around you deliciously. The man had left on that, probably still standing outside the cloakrooms, shocked.

You continued bucking your hips against Frenchie, letting him ride his orgasm as you reached yours, cumming inside him. You sighed, resting your forehead on the back of his head before pulling out, your cum oozing out slowly. You grabbed a paper towel next to the sink to clean him up then yourself before throwing it into the trash can, forgetting about the cum splattered on the locker.

You pulled your pants back up and kissed Frenchie, helping him button his shirt and suit lazily.

He looked at you then at the door. You quickly understood what he was thinking.

The random guy.

You couldn't help but laugh silently with him before slowly pulling the door open, your heads poking out.

He was still there, looking all awkward and embarrassed. He really needed to get inside apparently.

“Merci.” You and Frenchie said as you walked out, holding each other's hand, cackling as you quickly began to run away, hoping the others weren't looking for you yet.

You hadn't missed how cramped it felt to be around this many people. You rapidly made your way back to Kimiko, seeing Hughie and Annie sipping their drinks with her before passing by the woman from earlier. Frenchie grabbed the key she gave him and dropped it in her glass of champagne, still holding your hand. You noticed, and pulled him close, whispering in his ear.

“We could've fucked in her room.”

“Maybe I could try getting it back ?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Don't push your luck.” You replied with a chuckle, your index hitting his chest as you pointed at him, now seeing the small marks on his neck.

You smiled, happy and turned to Annie and Hughie, not understanding what you were talking about.

“So, no news from the others ?”

Traduction - Translation :

Qu'est-ce que tu fais ? - What are you doing ?

Je… euh… Je sais pas ? - I… uh… I don't know ?

Ça va ? - You okay ?

Je ne pense pas qu- - I do not think tha-

Elle mourra rapidement avec un vagin aussi sec qu'un désert. - She'll die quickly with a vagina as dry as a desert.

C'est ce que je pensais. - That's what I thought.

Promis. - Promised.

Je te promets. - I promise you.

Je suis à toi. - I'm yours.

Dégagez. - Go away.

Merci. - Thanks.

[randomnameless]

Parce que France Culture soutient la création artistique!

Sans citer le créateur, et en apposant son logo à la place, bien évidemment.

Je viens de voir passer un fanart de Byleth et Dedel à 1min27 dans cette vidéo de France Culture (https://www.facebook.com/watch?v=1377800556269036) sur un sujet qui n'a rien à voir en plus. C'est beau.

C'est magnifique, parfait avec le petit logo "France Culture" pour sponsoriser tout ça.

Je suis fière de participer au service public audiovisuel en payant mes impôts!

Pourquoi sur un sujet qui n'a rien à voir, elle était en train de parler de otome games qui tirent la sonnette d'alarme sur, en gros, les relations toxiques qui peuvent se cacher derrière le traditionnel "je trouve mon âme soeur, on se fait des bisous et tout est bien qui fini bien"! - et justement, Dedel et Billy c'est un peu le même bouzin : Billy suit Dedel parce que l'amour rend aveugle (ou complètement débile?) et ça se donne la main et ça fait un soutien de rang S avec une illustration franchement pas tip top...

Mais le couple toxique se révèle !

Dedel refuse d'accepter l'héritage métisse de Billy, (si bien que le jeu doit se plier en quatre pour faire en sorte que Billy perde son héritage maternel de Nabatéen) et l'a poussée à démolir ce qui lui reste de famille, pour que Billy redevienne la personne détachée qu'elle était auparavant, même si elle détestait son surnom et sa réputation de "démon cendré".

Billy qui a suivi son coeur et ses sentiments se retrouve dans une situation complètement pourrie qu'elle avait adoré quitter, et est condamné à n'être qu'un faire-valoir (les ailes de l'hégémonisme Adrestien uwu) pour servir les desseins de Dedel.

...

Si ça se trouve, c'est exactement ça que voulait dire la personne interviewée par France Culture, qui avait joué à Fleur Vermeille!

ou pas lol

[greedyhoneyz]

What’s Mine Is Yours — part one 

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis: expensive gifts are a must for an expensive girl.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･cw: fluff. reader is spoiled. 

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ final notes: decided to make this into a short series, inside of writing about one specific day due to the way i wrote this. but enjoy!

“I love you.” Her dulcet yet feathery voice played like a melody in Kylian’s ear. It soothed his heart and tickled the butterflies in his stomach as he strung his fingers across her spine. He watched her diligently, examining her delicate features, her breath breezing against his face. Whilst she beamed up at him, bliss shimmering in her eyes, squeezing him tight. She pulled Kylian in closer, her affectionate gaze strung on his lips as they twisted, left and right.

“J’ai quelque chose pour toi.” (I have something for you.) Kylian was gentle, doting with (name), pecking her forehead as he slowly pulled away from her tight grasp.

“What?” Her words trailed breathlessly on her tongue as Kylian stepped back, pulling his arms behind his back. She eyed him closely, her brows furrowing together and intertwined her fingers together.

“Donne-moi une seconde.” (Give me a second.) Kylian held up his finger, urging (name) to wait before disappearing into his bedroom closet.

There were a few seconds of silence, then another few seconds of Kylian rummaging before he called out. “Ferme tes yeux!” (Close your eyes.)

(name) retorted quickly. “Pourquoi?” (Why?)

“Fais-le juste!” (Just do it!)

Mumbling under her breath, (name) slowly closed her eyes and waited, swaying quietly in the still air. She could hear Kylian’s footsteps grow closer and closer till he stopped, his dark figure blowing a shadow over her eyelids. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the foot of his bed, and helped her sit.

“Puis-je ouvrir les yeux maintenant?” (Can I open my eyes now?)

“No.”

Peering down at the bag dangling from the tips of his fingers, Kylian smiled. He lifted it, it’s shuffling catching (name) off guard.

“Kylian, qu'est-ce que c'est?!” (Kylian, what is that?!) She sputtered nervously, flinching.

“Calme-toi,” (Calm down,) Kylian cackled, slowly placing the shopping bag on (name’s) lap. “Là. Vous pouvez ouvrir les yeux maintenant.” (There. You can open your eyes now.)

“Êtes-vous sûr?” (Are you sure?) (name) fidgeted anxiously.

“Oui.”

Kylian observed quietly as (name’s) eyes hesitatingly fluttered open. She peered at him from between her lashes before slowly averting her gaze to her lap.

“What’s this?” (name) queried curiously.

Slowly, she reached into the shopping bag and sifted through the piles of tissue paper funnelled to the top, unveiling a gift box. She lifted it carefully, her eyebrows raised.

Kylian could feel his heart explode with pride at the glint of realisation leisurely sparkling in (name’s) eyes as she read over the words etched on the box. She blinked, reading the words over again and again and again, sounding out each syllable without a word escaping her mouth until it finally felt right.

Raising her head, her mouth agape, (name) leapt onto her feet, her eyes gleaming with joy as she proceeded to shriek from the top of her lungs. “Ah!”

She bounced around in circles for a few brief seconds, her gift tightly locked in her arms and launched onto Kylian. “Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“Est-ce que tu vas l'ouvrir?” (Are you going to open it?)

(name) paused, realization hanging over her face, and slowly dropped her legs from around Kylian’s waist. “Oh.” She gaped.

It was quick for (name) to find herself back at the foot of her boyfriend’s bed with him beside her as her hands tenderly caressed the leering box on her lap.

Shuffling in her seat on Kylian’s bed, her thighs pressed together, (name) slowly cuffed her fingers around the top of the box and lifted it. Placing the box behind her, she glanced inside the black box and began fiddling through the neatly folded black tissue papers. She merely blinked at the card signed to her, before blowing a gentle breath once her eyes landed on the black dust bag.

Like a child on Christmas day, (name) gleamed with warmth and childlike glee. Her eyes twinkled with fascination, her mouth curved into a smile as she loosened the dust bag, practically frothing at the mouth and steadily lifted her bag.

“Do you like it?” Kylian knew it was useless asking such a question after the rollercoaster of emotions (name) performed just moments before. However, it would have satisfied his ego to hear her tender voice say yes.

Sharply turning to Kylian, (name) beamed. She reached out towards him, climbed onto her knees, and wrapped her arm around his neck. She gawked at him, blinking aimlessly and caught him off as she pressed her lips against his.

They sat still together, enmeshed in their bubble of love before (name) pulled away, Kylian love-struck and swollen. “I love it.”

[lolochaponnay]

Deux alcooliques dans un bar. L'un dit à l'autre: -Rahh!!! J'en ai marre, j'ai vraiment un boulot à chier!! -Ah bon, qu'est ce que tu fais? -Je suis livreur de pizza. Toute la journée, je les vois, je les sens et je peux même pas les bouffer ! -Je te comprends! Moi, c'est pareil! -Ah, tu es aussi livreur de pizza? -Non, je suis gynécologue.

[lisaalmeida]

Je ne suis pas intéressé par ce que tu fais pour vivre.

Je veux savoir ce qui brûle en toi

et si tu oses rêver la réalisation

de ce que tu portes dans le coeur.

Je ne suis pas intéressé par ton âge.

Je veux savoir si tu prends le risque de passer pour un fou au nom de l'amour,

de tes rêves et de l'aventure qu'est la vie.

Je ne suis pas intéressé à savoir quelles planètes sont en carré avec la lune.

Je veux savoir si tu as touché le centre de la tristesse, si tu as été ouvert aux trahisons de la vie ou si tu es devenu endurci et fermé par peur d'une peine prochaine.

Je veux savoir si tu peux t'asseoir

avec la douleur, la mienne ou la tienne, sans bouger pour la cacher, l'amoindrir ou l'arrêter.

Je veux savoir si tu peux être dans la joie, la mienne ou la tienne, si tu peux danser avec ferveur et laisser l'extase te remplir complètement, jusqu'au bout de tes doigts et de tes orteils, sans me dire de faire attention, d'être réaliste et de ne pas oublier les limites de l'être humain.

Je ne suis pas intéressé à savoir si ce que tu me dis est vrai, je veux savoir si tu es prêt à décevoir les autres pour rester vrai avec toi-même et si tu peux supporter d'être accusé de trahison

et ne pas trahir ton âme.

Je veux savoir si tu peux être fidèle

et donc digne de confiance,

Je veux savoir si tu peux voir la beauté même lorsque ce n'est pas tous les jours bien joli et si tu nourris ta vie à la Source

de Sa Présence.

Je veux savoir si tu peux vivre avec des échecs, les miens ou les tiens et pourtant continuer à te tenir debout au bord du lac en criant comme la pleine lune argentée : OUI !

Je ne suis pas intéressé à savoir où tu vis et combien tu gagnes.

Je veux savoir si tu peux te réveiller après une nuit de chagrin et de désespoir, de lassitude ou de douleur et faire ce qui doit être fait pour les enfants

Je ne suis pas intéressé à savoir

qui tu es et comme tu es venu jusqu'ici.

Je veux savoir si tu peux te tenir au milieu du feu avec moi et ne pas te dérober.

Je ne suis pas intéressé à savoir ce que tu as appris, où tu l'as appris et qui te l'a enseigné.

Je veux savoir ce qui te nourrit de l'intérieur lorsque tout s'effondre autour de toi.

Je veux savoir si tu peux rester

avec toi-même et si tu jouis vraiment

de ta propre compagnie dans ces moments de vide".

ORIAH Mountain Dreamer

[mega-adam-blr]

Qu'est-ce que tu fais? Je retire beaucoup de gens de mon cœur et j'y apporte la mer, le ciel, les arbres, l'air frais, la musique, les esprits blancs et le contentement.

-Khalil Gibran