#and not romantic like the Ln pushes

[rexcaliburechoes]

violet evergarden makes me Feel Things

[propertyofwicked]

FIX THAT ATTITUDE - LN

warnings: smut !! MDNI !! semi public sex, fingering, oral (fem!receiving), withholding orgasms, overstim, light choking, unprotected sex, implied aftercare

3.4k words (sorry i had a LOT to say) (not proof read)

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“you wanna fix that attitude before i fuck it out of you?” lando whispered harshly in her ear, his hands resting on her hips as he stood behind her. to anyone looking at them, the exchange looked nothing more than a romantic moment between the young couple, but y/n knew better.

she had barely seen him for 3 weeks, with him travelling for races, and then training and meetings when he was home, her behaviour was a cry for help.

she’d tried everything. brushing past his crotch when she walked past him, bending over in front of her vanity to apply her lipstick, even hiking her dress up dangerously high when she sat in the passenger seat of his car, dragging her fingers up his veiny arms when his hand came to rest on her thigh. but still, he didn’t react, he simply smiled at her like she was an angel, softly stroking the top of her thigh without even a second glance in her direction.

she didn’t want to be treated like an angel, she didn’t want soft. she wanted to be fucked from every angle, covered in their sweat. she wanted him to use her until she was sore, legs shaking, clawing at his bare skin for anything to ground her in reality.

so, y/n got to work. complimenting oscar on his suit, smiling a little much and for a little too long at any man that approached her, twirling the ends of her hair around her fingers throughout entire conversations, all whilst ignoring lando, only acknowledging him when she wanted another drink.

he wasn’t stupid, he caught on quickly, but he let her continue. she’d get what she wanted, but he wanted her to work for it. he was jealous, sure, but he trusted her to not take it too far, and god did he find it amusing watching her try so hard to provoke a reaction from him.

“you wanna fix that attitude before i fuck it out of you?”

the unwavering grip on her hip, sure to leave bruises - even through the layers of her dress - lando’s glares and tensed jaw. was she scared? no. was this exactly the reaction she was hoping for? well, she hadn’t worn that short black dress that dropped a little too low on her chest for lando to simply open the door for her and hold her hand like a gentleman. she wanted him, and she wanted him bad. she was desperate for any ounce of his attention.

“i’d love to see you try,” she whispered in response, tilting her head back to rest on his shoulder, so her words could only be heard by him, her back arching as she did. he pulled her waist in roughly, rolling his hips into her slightly.

“you think anyone here could have you writhing underneath them like i do? you think they could make you feel so good you forget your own name? i’d love to see them try,” he added, sending shivers down her spine and straight to the base of her stomach. he said no more, instead, he moved to stand beside her, taking her hand in his and guiding them to sit in a nearby booth. oscar sat opposite them, glancing up in concern at the red flush rising on y/n’s face.

“y/n? you good?” he asked.

“she doesn’t feel too good,” lando answered for her, his hand resting on her thigh, “combination of a long day and too much socialising, i think,” he adds, his eyebrows raising at her when he mentioned socialising.

“you know me,” she interjects, taking the chance to speak for herself, “social situations without a drink in my hand don’t mix.”

the men chuckled lightly at her response, before discussing an upcoming meeting that oscar had forgotten about, all the while, lando’s fingers toyed with the base of her dress, pushing the material further and further up her legs. she was thankful that the large table and dim lighting hid the way her hips rolled into his hand as his fingers came to stroke over the lace of her underwear. he pulled his hand away quickly, moving to grab his drink as she whimpered quietly at the loss of contact.

“you ok, angel?” lando asked her, feigning innocence, as he held the back of his hand up to her forehead, “y/n, you’re burning up,” he added, biting back a smirk.

“there’s an outside area, through that door there,” oscar told them, pointing to his left, “get some fresh air, it might help.”

“thanks, mate,” lando said, pulling the girl up to stand, her hands tugging her dress back down as he did, “ill see you later, yeah?”

the boys nodded a quick bye at each other as the couple walked in the direction of the door, the fresh air engulfing the two of them as the door closed behind them.

“you need to learn to behave yourself,” lando started, glancing around at the empty patio before pushing her roughly against a nearby wall, “whimpering like that when i barely touched you.”

“im sorry,” she replied, kissing his jaw lightly.

“you’re sorry? no, you wanted this. acting up all night like a desperate little whore,” he spat, before pressing a harsh kiss to her lips, his tongue moving into her mouth as their teeth clashed slightly from the force. the kiss was messy and heated, one hand resting on her jaw, the other on her waist as his rolled his hips into hers. she moaned into his mouth, tugging lightly at his curls as he pulled her leg up, his hardening bulge grazing her lace panties, exposed as her dressed rolled further up her thighs.

“not here,” he groaned in her ear, pulling back and letting her leg drop for her to stand.

“you didn’t care before,” she retorted, her hands grabbing at his jaw to kiss him again, “playing with me in front of oscar like that.”

“not risking someone walking out and seeing what’s mine,” he said again, grabbing her hand before walking around to the valet. y/n trailed behind him, taking large steps in a bid to keep up with his pace with only his arm to leverage the distance he put between them.

the car ride was tense, the silence heavy as she waited for lando to do something, anything. instead, both hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. the anticipation had her clit pulsing, blood running hard and fast through her body as she sought for any friction to relieve her. y/n wriggled in her seat, repositioning herself over and over again with no such luck.

“is my pretty girl so desperate she can’t even sit still?” lando taunted, glancing to his side to watch as she sat fully upright, shoes abandoned in the footwell. she brought one leg up on the seat, her head resting on her knee as her free hand moved over the grab his from the steering wheel.

“please, lan,” she begged, guiding his hand to rest on her thigh.

“we’re almost there,” he countered, yet his hand still gripped at the flesh of her thigh, releasing only to stroke his fingers along the skin, closer to her heat.

“just do something, please lan. i’ll do anything you want, just need you now please,” she said, pleading with him again. his fingers grazed her panties finally, pulling the fabric to the side as his fingers slid through her folds softly, coating his fingertips in the wetness she’d built up throughout the evening.

“so desperate, so wet for me,” he said, rubbing small circles into her clit as he patronised her, “couldn’t just behave for one night could you? just had to try and rile me up to get your way, huh?”

“just missed you is all,” she panted out, head rolling back as he pinched at her clit, she was getting close, “wanted you all night, just you.”

“too late for you to act cute, y/n,” he warned, “you wanted this. you’ll get what you want, you just need to be taught a lesson.”

he pulled his hand away, resting it on the back of her head rest as he turned to reverse into the parking spot. she whimpered at the loss of contact, having her climax snatched away from her, her sounds sending blood rushing back to his cock.

this was a game they played, he was never truly mad at her, he knew her bids to make him jealous were just that - bids. he’d do anything to see her smile, anything to be close to her, anything to show his gratitude for every little thing she does for him. if she wanted it rough, she’d get it rough. if she wanted gentle, he’d be gentle.

and right now, she wanted him between her legs.

lando pushed her down on their bed, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her heat closer to him. he pulls at the sides of her panties, toying with the fabric before slowly pulling them down her legs when she moans at him to hurry up. she’s resting on her forearms, staring down at him as he rolls the sleeves of his white shirt up, her hair falling down her back as she rolls her hips up, desperate for him.

“patience, angel. taking my time with you,” he says, breaking the silence. he wraps an arm around her leg, pulling it over his shoulder as he rests his forearm over her stomach, stopping her wriggling. his finger returns to her folds, still slick from earlier, as he pushes a digit inside her, feeling the stretch around him. he pumps into her a few times, before adding a second finger, twisting them into her, feeling the way her walls contracted around them.

“more, please,” she moaned out. he simply chuckled at her.

he ignored her, fingers never faltering as he curled them up in her, hitting a spot that had her struggling to arch her back as he pinned her down into the mattress. he moved his head closer to her heat, dropping it to the side to rest on her leg, lightly kissing at her inner thigh and nipping at the skin. his eyes flittering from looking into hers before moving back to watch as his fingers disappeared inside her. she tightened around him, her breathing heavier as she got closer to finishing.

lando retracted his fingers, pushing her leg from his shoulder as he stood to look down at her.

“what the fuck?” she stated as her orgasm slipped away from her for the second time this evening.

“i told you. good girls get to cum. whores get taught a lesson,” he replied, hovering over her as he pushed the same two fingers into her mouth. she whined at him, muffled as her tongue ran along them, tasting herself.

he moved back, eyes dropping to her chest as he pulled her dress down. he stopped at her breasts, thankful for the lack of bra, as the tight material pushed the flesh upwards, her nipples hardening as he leant down to blow softly on them. one hand propped himself up, the other moved to grasp at the flesh, squeezing it roughly. his head dropped, taking her other nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling around them, teeth nipping at the surrounding skin. he dropped his grip on her other breast, fingers moving to tug at her, her back arching, chest rising into his touch.

“love these,” lando groaned, pulling away to look down at her again. her hair fanned around her head, chest rising and falling with hesitant breaths. he dropped to his knees again, face to face with her heat. with no warning, his face dove into her folds, licking a stripe from her hole, nose nudging at her clit.

“taste so good,” he mumbled, though he doubted she heard him, as he moved back to circle his tongue around her clit. his hands pawed at her thigh again, gripping the flesh as she pulled her legs up, wrapping them over his shoulders. lando’s free hand reached up, gripping her breast again, fingers flicking at her nipple. he could hear her moaning out his name, almost like a chant, his trousers growing unbearably tight.

“lan- fuck, so good.”

he groaned in response, sending vibrations through her heat. her legs tightened around his head, desperate for more, trying to hold on to her orgasm.

“im gonn-”

“hold it.” he said, slapping at her thigh lightly.

“i can-” she started, words halted as her climax washed over her. she tried to hold it, but the overstimulation from the previous assaults took over, pushing her to her finish, legs tightening further around his head as her hips rolled up. his nose brushing her clit again as she rode out her high, using his face.

when she caught her breath, her legs relaxed. lando crawled up her body, his crotch pressing against her heat as he did. he held back a moan.

“i told you to hold it,” he said, hand coming to squeeze lightly at the base of her throat.

“i know, im sorry, i tried, im sorry,” she rambled, panting in between each statement.

“i know you tried,” he cooed at her, mocking, as her hands came to undo the buttons of his shirt, pushing the material away from him. his sat back on his knees, taking the shirt off and launching it across the room as she sat back up, resting on her forearms.

she glanced down at his crotch, noticing the way his bulge strained against his suit trousers, the pressure enough that the zip was starting to roll down by itself. y/n’s hand reached out, palming him through the material before fiddling to unzip them fully, tugging the button out from the loop.

“let me make it up to you,” she begged, eyes blown wide as she stared up into his. he nearly folded at the sight, a groan getting caught in the back of his throat. he didn’t respond, he simply leaned forward, laying her back down on the bed as he pressed a heated kiss to her lips, his tongue grazing her bottom lip before pulling back to press kisses along her jaw, his hand returning to squeeze the base of her neck, harder this time.

“not tonight,” he groaned in her ear, rolling his hips over hers slightly.

lando tried to keep up the poker face but she pouted at him, turning her face, as her eyes questioned him. his head dropped to her neck again, sucking lightly at the skin.

“if i even think about you with my cock rammed down your throat, ill cum - and i’d quite like to feel that tight pussy around my dick,” he laughed softly, as did she, her smile sending warmth spreading through his stomach.

her legs raised around his back rolling the two over so that she straddled his waist, his hips jutting upwards at the weight of her sat on his clothed cock. he wriggled the two of them up the bed, so that he sat upright against the headboard, his trousers shuffling down in the processes, his boxers soon after.

his cock sprang up, hitting his stomach. y/n isn’t sure he’s ever been this hard. hell, lando isn’t sure he’s ever been this hard.

her hand moved to him, thumb running over his tip spreading pre cum down his shaft, his sensitivity causing him to momentarily forget who was supposed to be in charge. lando’s hands moved to grab hers, pulling them up to rest on his shoulders, before dropping them back to her waist to raise her hips up above his cock.

“you cum when i say you can,” he stated, eyes staring directly into hers, her eyelids fluttering from exhaustion. she nodded at him. his free hand lined his tip at her entrance, running it through her folds a few times to use her slick to prepare himself. she began lowering her hips, assuming she was taking the lead. however, when she had taken only half of his shaft, his hands gripped her hips, pushing her roughly down, filling her completely.

“fuck,” she whined, as he continued to pull at her hips, the two of them working together to maintain the pace he set as she slid up and back down his cock. his moans filled the room, his head rolling back slightly at the feeling of her tight walls clamping around him every time he bottomed out. one of her hands gripped the headboard, the other playing with the curls at the back of his head as he leant back forwards to take her nipple in his mouth, a free hand helping to grip at her flesh.

“lan, fuck. too big,” y/n whimpered again, as his hips moved to thrust up into her, taking back control of the situation.

“too big?” he laughed, “never complained before,” he added before pressing a kiss on her jaw.

his hand moved back up to her neck, finger stroking the small bruises forming on her skin.

“you think anyone else could fuck you like this?” he asked, his grip around her neck tightening, her eyes shutting at the overwhelming pleasure racking her whole body.

“eyes open,” he told her, and she pried her eyes open to stare into his. her pupils were blown, and he imagined his looked the same, noises escaped her open mouth, no longer able to form words.

“good girl, taking me so well,” he praised her, noticing the way her body began to slump, her walls tightening around his cock as he continued his brutal thrusts into her, “who else could make you feel this good?” he asked her, but she simply whimpered in response, words caught in the back of her throat.

his hand left her neck, slapping softly as her cheek as her eyes closed again.

“who else?” he asked again, tone harsh.

“no one,” she stuttered, “only you.”

“good girl. you gonna come for me?”

she nodded desperately, no longer sure if she was asking him or telling him.

“can you hold it for a little longer?” he asked, eyes looking softly into hers despite the intensity of the pace he set, “wanna come with you.”

“please, lan. i need t-”

“i know,” he leveraged with her, “im almost there baby,” he added, fingers dropping to toy with her overstimulated clit, her body arching forwards so that her head rested on his shoulder, arms tightly wrapping around his back.

she felt his thrusts falter, his pace slowing as his jutted up into her inconsistently.

“that’s it, baby. come with me, come for me.”

she felt herself let go, waves of climax washing over her again as her entire body shook around him. the walls of her heat, tightening and relaxing as she finished, the feeling pulling lando to his own finishes, each contraction milking his cock as ropes of cum shot into her.

the couple fell silent, lando remained inside of her as she curled into him further, both panting, trying to catch their breaths.

“fuck me that was -” she started, unable to find the words to finish her sentence. she didn’t need to though, he knew what she wanted to say as he hummed in agreement. he rolled the two over, pulling slowly out of her as her face scrunched up from the sting. he looked between the two of them, looking at the mixture of both climaxes coating his own shaft and the top of her thighs, leaking onto her dress slightly.

“you wanna shower?” he asked her, resuming domestic conversation between the two.

“i don’t think i can walk,” she said, smiling, as she rolled onto her back and throwing her arms to either side of her body. she was a sight to behold, fucked out, hair messy and the dress they never took off sat scrunched up around her stomach leaving her mostly exposed. he laughed at the sight, not in jest, but admiration for the woman before him.

“come on,” lando said softly, moving round to her side of the bed, “let’s get you cleaned up and into some clean clothes.”

[willowsnook]

Fake Love Triangle (LN & FC) 18+

lando norris x reader, franco colapinto x reader

for my friend @a-beaverhausen

"Come on, baby, give me one more," Lando cooed at you as he drilled into you from behind. Your face was smashed into the pillow, your body slumping as your third orgasm came over you. He chased his own

high, spilling into you before pulling out to lay next to you.

"I needed that," he sighed, pulling you into his side. You rested your head on his chest, agreeing.

"Me too. This stuff with Logan is stressing me out."

You were in your third year as a strategist with Williams, and this season had been rough—though so had last year and the year before that. You and Lando had been hooking up for the past season, using each other as a stress reliever, which worked for both of you. He wasn’t interested in a relationship, wanting to keep his focus on the championship. He was amazing in bed and a good friend, but you just weren’t interested in him romantically and never really had been. There was an understanding that your private activities didn’t mean anything, and either of you could end it whenever needed.

"I’ve heard you guys are replacing him," Lando mentioned, combing his fingers through your hair.

"Yeah, it’s being announced in the next couple of days. We’re bringing in a younger driver from our academy."

"Hmm, that'll be interesting."

You lifted your head to give him a look. He knew what this would mean for you and looked at you with sympathy. Looking over at your phone, you groaned at the time and moved off the bed, putting your clothes back on.

"I need to actually get a good night’s sleep before tomorrow, and your snoring prevents that, so I’ll see you around," you teased, grabbing your things. Lando pouted, but you paid him no mind.

"Good luck, and text me if you need me," he said playfully, and you shot him the finger before leaving his apartment.

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Landing in the UK the next morning, you were exhausted, still not getting good sleep even without Lando's snores. There was an all-team meeting at 10, followed by a strategy session. You were a zombie during the meeting, barely paying attention as they announced Franco as the new driver.

Walking toward the conference room, the new driver fell into step next to you.

"Hola, hermosa," he said, smirking at you. "I'm Franco."

"I know who you are," you replied, laughing as you took in the Argentinian man.

"Just wanted to make sure. You didn’t seem like you were paying much attention back there," he teased, and you rolled your eyes.

"How would you even have noticed? There were so many people in there."

"I always notice the most beautiful woman in a room," he flirted, and your cheeks tinted pink.

"Are you really flirting with me right now?" you questioned.

"Only if you like it," he said with a wink, holding the door open for you.

This was going to be an interesting working relationship.

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You quickly grew accustomed to Franco's flirting, which became part of your working routine, though you didn’t pay it much attention, considering he was like that with everyone.

Standing with his PR manager, who looked like she was about to pull her hair out, Franco strolled out of the interview room, his eyes lighting up as he saw you.

"Can you stop flirting with the reporters for five minutes, please?" she complained, and he shrugged innocently. She turned to you, "I don’t know how you put up with it."

"He does it with everyone, so I don’t think much of it," you said, and Franco frowned.

"Yeah, but it’s different with you, cariño," he said with a pout, and you gave him a quizzical look.

"How so?"

"Because I actually mean it with you," he said, and his PR manager pushed him away.

"No relationships with staff! Get away!" she shouted, and he winked at you before retreating to his driver’s room. You looked at her amused, contemplating his words. You had been finding yourself giddy around him and missed him quite a bit during the long break before Austin.

The two of you texted regularly, and you had grown to really like him, which Lando teased you relentlessly for.

Speaking of Lando, you were standing in the hotel lobby in Brazil when you felt two arms circling your waist.

"I need your mouth badly," he whispered in your ear, and you leaned back into him.

"I only have 10 minutes before I need to meet the team for dinner," you replied, and he pulled you toward the elevator.

"I can work with that," he replied, smiling as you rolled your eyes. "I have to take advantage of this before you finally give in to Franco."

"It’s not like that," you mumbled, waiting for the doors to open.

"Yeah, yeah. In the three years I've known you, I haven’t seen you smitten with someone like this before," he teased.

"So, what should I do? Go from master to his protégé?" you joked, and Lando giggled, pulling you into his room. His lips met yours in a soft kiss.

"I don’t think there’s anyone else I’d be happier about breaking us up than him," he confessed. "Now, knees, baby, please."

Grabbing a pillow from his bed, you knelt down, pulling out his already hard cock, the tip glistening angrily.

"What’s got you so worked up?" you asked sultrily, running the tip of your tongue around the head.

Lando took a sharp breath before replying, "I just need to settle my mind down before tomorrow."

Hollowing your cheeks, you took him entirely into your mouth, running your tongue around him lazily. His hand grabbed a fistful of your hair as he pushed you to take him all in. Whimpering as he hit the back of your throat, the vibrations caused him to gasp.

Looking up at him with watery eyes, he seemed to get even harder as he stared down at you.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this," he rasped, and you pulled off, kissing down the side of him. Your hand took over for your mouth as you moved to kiss his balls, sucking gently.

"Let me take over, please," he begged, and you smirked before nodding. His cock found its way back into your mouth, and his grip tightened, starting to face-fuck you. Tears now leaked from your eyes as you gagged against him. His pace became sloppy, and it wasn’t long before you tasted him finishing in your mouth. You pulled off, swirling your tongue around the tip one last time, causing him to wince.

"Little minx," he muttered, and you smirked, getting up. You fixed your hair in the bathroom and bid Lando goodbye, wishing him luck for tomorrow.

Arriving at the team dinner, you slid into a booth next to Franco, who stiffened. You gave him a curious look, but he wouldn’t meet your gaze; that continued for the entire night. No flirty comments, nothing—just silence, and you were beyond confused.

Finally fed up with it once you both made it back to the hotel, you turned to him.

"Is something wrong?" you questioned, and he looked at you nervously, as if struggling with what to say.

"I just think we should keep our relationship strictly professional," he said firmly, and you were floored.

"You’re the one that flirts with me," you exclaimed, and he sighed, looking around as if for an escape. "What’s wrong with you?"

"Look, I really look up to Lando and respect him as a driver and a friend," he started, and you began to realize what was going on. "He’s a lucky guy."

"Franco—," you started, but he bolted, slipping into the elevator just as the doors closed. Unbelievable. Lando’s words had convinced you to give this a chance, but instead, he ended up being a cock-block.

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Lando was amused the next day during the drivers' parade, watching Franco fidget nervously beside him. Deciding to put the boy out of his misery, he turned to him.

"Can I talk to you about something?" Lando asked, and Franco’s eyes widened as he started to babble.

"I’m so sorry, mate, I didn’t know she was your girl, or I never would have talked to her like that. Just a silly crush, I promise—I’ve never touched her," he rambled, stopping when he noticed Lando giggling, clearly amused.

"She’s not my girlfriend," Lando told the poor rookie. "She’s one of my best friends, and yes, we occasionally 'help each other out,' but it’s nothing more than that."

"Oh," Franco said, relieved. He smiled at Lando nervously. "So, she doesn’t like you like that?"

Lando shook his head, grinning, "Nah, she’s into someone else. Someone new to the grid."

Franco blushed, understanding Lando's words, and smiled to himself.

That was the last time he smiled that morning, as he crashed into the barrier in the early laps of the GP.

With two drivers out, you took off your headphones, sighing as you moved back into the garage to wait for the car’s return. Franco made it back first, and your heart broke as his tear-filled eyes met yours and he hesitated nearby. After last night’s conversation, you weren’t sure what to do, but when his eyes stayed on yours, you took the risk and wrapped your arms around him.

He buried his head into your shoulder, and you rubbed his back as he cried gently. His red-rimmed eyes met yours as he stepped back, and you felt your own eyes watering.

"Can I see you later?" he asked softly, and you nodded, promising to text him your room number.

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You had just put on your pajamas after taking a long, hot shower when you heard a knock at your door. Franco stood on the other side, dressed in a casual T-shirt and sweats.

"Hey," you greeted him softly, opening the door wider for him to come in. He stepped in and grabbed you, but instead of a hug, you felt his lips on yours as he softly gripped your jaw, holding you in place.

It was a lazy kiss but exploratory, as though he were trying to learn every part of your mouth. Breathing hard, you rested your forehead against his as he smiled gently at you.

"Can you stop fucking Lando now?" he asked, and you giggled, pulling him into another kiss.

Moving to the bed, you slid under the covers, pulling them back for Franco to join you. He pulled off his shirt first, and you shamelessly checked him out, much to his amusement.

"Like what you see, hermosa?" he teased, and you met his gaze, smirking.

"As long as it’s only for me," you said, letting a little bit of vulnerability show. He smiled at you, climbing into bed.

"Only for you."

Snuggled into Franco’s side, you watched TV together.

"Feeling better after today?" you asked softly.

"Yeah," he murmured, "Just a little scary. Not as scary as Lando asking to talk to me though."

"How'd you even know about me and him?" You asked curiously, no one knew how far your friendship went.

"I saw you last night before dinner," he admitted. "My heart shattered into a million pieces."

"You are so dramatic," you laughed. Your hand was resting on his abs, gently tracing the skin there as you talked.

"We're going to have an issue if you keep doing that, mi amor," Franco said breathlessly, and you smirked, trailing your fingers closer to his waistband.

"Y/n," he breathed out as your hand dipped underneath his pants. You palmed him over his boxers and he whimpered before pulling you on his lap. Meeting his lips in a deep kiss you ground into him, both groaning out into each other. He threw his head back against the pillow and you took the opportunity to latch your mouth to his neck, sucking harshly.

Franco pushed his boxers down and you shimmied out of your shorts before sliding back and forth on his length. Moving his hands to your hips he stopped you and lifted you up a little, allowing you to sink back down on him.

You gasped as he stretched you out, throwing your head back. Franco was in heaven staring up at you and was doing everything in his power to not make this end early. You had started to move but his fingers dug into your hips.

"Just give me a second, okay?" He rasped and you smirked down at him before fighting his grip to grind onto him. You shrieked as he flipped you over, never leaving the inside of you.

"Think you're funny, huh," he said as he moved more quickly. Groaning out, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he rammed into you over and over.

His head dropped to your shoulder, and he bit into your skin, causing you to cry out and dig your nails harder into his back. One of his hands came up to your breast and his thumb rolled over your nipple and you felt yourself starting to get overstimulated, a tell tale sign that you were close.

"Don't stop Franco," you gasped out, and he brought his lips back to yours, swallowing your cries as your orgasm took over. He followed soon after, collapsing next to you as you both came down from your highs.

Finally catching your breath you felt his arms scoop you up, carrying you into the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" You asked dazed and he smiled down at you.

"Have to take care of my girl," he said and you sighed against him.

It was later when you were snuggled up against Franco, watching a movie when your phone went off. You rolled your eyes smiling as you saw the text.

LN: so no more head??? ;)

[nkogneatho]

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃

—a/n: well...this is how i think geto's aftermath hit you like.

I was walking down another unfamiliar block when I saw you. My heart skipped a beat as I slowly approached you. I tapped your shoulder. But it wasn't you. How can it be you? You've been dead for years.

"I am sorry. I mistook you for someone else," I said to him.

He had the same long charcoal hair tied in a half-bun, the other half rested down. Same height even ironically. Not the same face though. Yours was different. Maybe one in the entire world. They say you atleast have seven people who look the same in this world. But I don't think you have one. Even if someone does, they won't hold the same demeanor as you. You were different. You were kind. Although, Your eyes never sparkled. I should've known they held so much pain, but all I ever focused was how kind you were to me. How your lips quivered before you spoke to me because you were scared of using a harsh tone. How your blood painted your cheeks pink whenever I smiled at you.

I should've known.

I despise smoking. Yet, you've got me lighting up once in a while because I miss how you taste. How whenever your lips landed on mine, my tongue was met with the burnt of your desires with a hint of guilt.

I should've known.

I've made new friends. They are so nice to me. They set me up to blind dates to pull me out of my solitude. "Go out there. There are so many good people who would die for you." I guess that's a ln exaggeration. I am sure there are many people out there. But none of them are like you. I am sure they would die for me. But you actually did. You did die for me. You pushed me away so I don't get winded up in your mess. So I did not have to feel the pain of your sins.

But Suguru...I do. My heart aches even more than the day you left me. I would've moved on if you truly hated me. You never did though. Your facade hurts me even more.

I should've known.

I should've known when you zoned out randomly when I was blabbering about how obsessed I am with that movie. I should've known when you sat on the balcony, getting drenched in rain only to hide the one s that were falling from your eyes. I should've known when the day before it all went down, you kissed me harder. You told me all the romantic things you could within the soan of 24 hours. You fucked me slower yet harder as if you were trying to merge our souls.

I should've known. But I didn't. And now all I am left is with a cigarette I don't like and traces of you left behind.

[astonmartinii]

charles leclerc x author!reader | instagram au

pairing: charles leclerc x author!reader (the book is by ottessa moshfegh)  

y/nusername 

y/nusername: something big is coming... stay ready. 

liked by emrata, charles_leclerc and 108,978 others 

girlblogger4life: ahhh i’m so excited 

f1girl42: why did charles like this?

softricciardo: omg f1 and y/n, my worlds colliding - does this mean the grid have read her book? 

albono23: imagine them reading homesick for another world... i cannot 

vanillanymph: please stand on me  

charles_leclerc 

charles_leclerc: happy to be back on the podium but we keep pushing for more! looking forward to seeing the rest of the us - forza ferrari 

liked by ferrari, y/nusername and 532,098 others 

ferrari: great drive charles 🤭

coquettefairy: why is y/n here? don’t you have a book to release? 

imdyingformysins: not my hot girl author liking ... sports 

cowboydaniel: idk why y/n is here but it looks like her taste in men is as good as her writing 

44lewishamiltonn: see the rest of the us? or see a certain someone? 

y/nusername 

y/nusername: my sophmore book, my year of rest and relaxation, is out everywhere tomorrow. proud of myself and thankful for all of those around me. 

liked by alexademie, charles_leclerc and 142,739 others 

gonegirl777: omg, the cover, your mind 

cl16mylove: charles liked again, the second post in a row

lestappen4life: he’s either really into reading, or really into her, can’t say i’m mad either way. 

leclerc16: she says she’s thankful for all those around her, could that include charles if they’re dating? 

iwanttobethemoon: idk what’s going on in these comments with the sports girlies, but y/n can’t be in a relationship, if she finds love who else will write about being unloveable? 

f1wagupdates 

f1wagupdates: charles spotted at y/n y/ln’s book launch in new york, the rumours about them heat up after they’ve liked a couple of eachother’s posts. should ferrari be worried due to the explicit nature of y/ln’s books as a potential bad look for il predestinato. what do you think, are they a cute couple? 

liked by maxielstan, pierregasly and 872 others 

redbullfan33: just cause he liked a couple posts doesn’t mean they’re together 

marlbororeds: keep mother’s name out of your mouth 

piscesbutterfly: literally, he would be lucky to be with her 

liked by charles_leclerc 

smoothoperatorsainz: who gives a fuck what ferrari thinks, they have enough problems with themselves before looking at y/n 

yukierrelover: PIERRE LIKED??? CHARLES LIKED A COMMENT ABOUT BEING WITH HER??? WHAT IS HAPPENING 

y/nusername

y/nusername:  a streetcar named desire 

liked by danielricciardo, charles_leclerc and 201,097 others 

littebirdy: MOTHER AND FATHER?? 

mercedesqueen: there’s no way that’s not charles HE LIKED AS WELL 

teamlh44: i’m 100% certain that’s his helmet from miami as well 

danielricciardo: what about an f1 car named yearning 

charles_leclerc: that’s awful mate 

danielricciardo: just cause you bagged an author doesn’t mean we’re all fucking poets 

enchantedaniel: DANIEL AND CHARLES??? JUST CONFIRMED IT??? 

charles_leclerc 

charles_leclerc: no where i’d rather be than with you. congrats to my new york times bestseller girlfriend (pick up a copy of my year of rest and relaxation at your local bookstore now). 

liked by y/nusername, ferrari and 632,776 others 

y/nusername: i love you like the moon loves the tides 

y/nusername: also thank you for helping me after a spilt a whole bottle of red wine on myself 

violetricciardos: when will it be my turn 

virginsuicides: i’m taking a bath with my toaster rn 

sinnerandsaint: i guess if mother’s happy, i am. but who will write my sad books now? 

y/nusername: i’ll always be there for the sad girls 

pierregasly: i see, the man cuffs a writer and suddenly fancies himself a romantic 

charles_leclerc: your idea of romance is a wyd at 2am 

y/nusername 

y/nusername: adding wag to my resume, i don’t like the stress, why can’t they all get a trophy?

liked by charles_leclerc, carlossainz55 and 304,541 others 

charles_leclerc: the only trophy i need is being your trophy husband 

y/nusername:  shut up, i’m invested now, you better win 

charles_leclerc: yes ma’am 

33max33: they’re so fucking cute 

dietcokegirl: my parents... in a happy marriage??? 

charles_leclerc: i didn’t realise you had so many children? 

dietcokegirl: don’t hurt mother or we’ll kill you 

charles_leclerc: why are my kids being so mean to me?

[miley1442111]

hii love ur content!!! single-handedly carrying sydney adamu x reader fans rn LOL. was wondering if u could write something w femreader x syd where reader is filling in for marcus as he takes personal leave for his mom? like something with buildup and clear romantic tension in the kitchen btwn them and possible hesitation to act on it from syd’s end when they work together but immediately get tg afterwards ?? if you get the vision!! thank uuu <3333

thank you for requesting this, i love this idea so i'm going to give it two parts if that's ok!

i will always push the sydney adamu x reader agenda

in a minute- s.adamu

a/n: this is PART 1 of most likely two but i'm not sure yet. this is intended for a femreader but you can ignore that and imagine what you want :)

summary: you get a call from carmen berzatto to fill in as a pastry chef, you have nothing better to do, right?

pairing: sydney adamu x reader

warnings: mentions of a difficult workplace environment, mentions of verbal abuse, mentions of not communicating, cursing

Getting the call from Carmen Berzatto made you sick. He was your replacement in New York, he hated you, at least you thought he did. You were leaving New York for Paris, becoming a pastry chef after being sick of the stupid pressure and disgusting abuse you had gotten from restaurants over the years. Don’t get me wrong, being a pastry chef was difficult too, the insufferable people and bosses made you want to rip your hair out, but anything was better than New York. You had trained Carmen for a week, giving him your number in case he needed to ask any other questions. You assumed he’d deleted it. But no, four months into living in Chicago, teaching masterclasses and subbing in for people in various Michelin-star restaurants and bakeries, Carmen Berzatto called and asked if you could cover his pastry chef for a few weeks. You agreed and showed up the next day to see a restaurant that was not yet finished. Residue from walls lay on the floor, mould on the ceilings and an empty kitchen, bare of appliances met your eyes as you walked in. A pretty girl with headphones in stood in the locker room as you turned the corner and she startled when she noticed you. 

“Jesus! Y-you scared me,” she smiled, embarrassed.

“Sorry,” you smiled, stretching out your hand for a hand shake. “I’m y/n y/l/n, is Carmen Berzatto here? Or his partner, Sydney Adamu?”

“Oh my god, you’re Y/n y/ln. Like the only woman ever the International Union of Bakers and Pastry Chefs named ‘best pastry chef’,” she said, shocked that you were standing in front of her. 

You felt heat crawl up your back. You still couldn’t get used to people knowing who you were, it was strange. “The very same,” you practically grimaced. “So, are chefs Carmen or Sydney around?”

“I-I’m Sydney,” she smiled, shaking your hand. “Sorry if that was weird, I just… yeah.”

“It’s fine, I’m just awkward about it, don’t worry.”

“Ok,” she smiled, then snapped out of it. “What are you- I don’t know how to say this politely-”

“What am I doing here?” you finished for her and she nodded. “Carmen called me a few days ago, I trained him in New York and he apparently still has my number. He asked me to fill in for Marcus?” 

“Yeah, ok. So… umm, yeah ok. That’s cool,” She said, still coming to grips with it. 

“He didn’t tell you?” 

“No,” she admitted, sighing. 

“He always was kind of a dick. Don’t worry, I bet he’s just cooling-off or something, he used to get so angry we’d shove him in the freezer for a few minutes to let him calm down.”

Sydney looked at you in bewilderment. 

“I take it that he’s still like that?” you chuckled. 

“Yeah,” she sighed. “Only sometimes though.”

“‘Sometimes’ is too much for me, if he starts pulling that shit I’ll send him out. He’s such a baby sometimes,” you reminisced. “Sorry, if that’s rude since he’s your partner.”

“Well, he doesn’t really feel like a partner,” she sighed, leading you to the office. 

“Not communicating?”

“Never. I didn’t even know we were pulling down walls until they were down.”

“Shit, that’s awful,” you sighed. 

“I’ll call him and see where he is, just wait in here,” she smiled and opened the door for you, then left you alone. 

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WEEK 1

Working at the Bear was different to anywhere else you’d worked. The people there were interesting in a way that only people outside of the Michelin-restaurant world could be. None of the bullshit you’d dealt with in New York, none of the crap you had to put up with in Paris. They were professional, but they cared about each other. Tina had become a good friend in only the one week you’d been there. Richie was pissing you off enough to warrant stabbing- something that had apparently happened before, and Carmen was either there all the time, or nowhere to be seen. 

And then, there was Sydney. Sydney had essentially fucked you up. From the moment you’d met her, you knew you were fucked. Her soft smile and endearing awkwardness made her basically irresistible. It was embarrassing how in just one week, you felt like you couldn’t be in the same room as her, yet you craved to be near her all the time. 

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“Yo, you good?’ Sydney asked as you mapped out dessert ideas Marcus had sent you.

“Huh? Oh-yeah, all good,” you smiled.

“How do you like it?” she asked, cleaning the new silverware. 

“Like what?”

“The Bear?”

“It’s nice. Calmer than the restaurants I’ve worked in,” you answered and she laughed.

“This is calm for you?” 

“You should’ve seen Carmen and I’s boss in New York. Every night he’d make me stay until after closing, fixing any mistakes I’d made if I’d made any. After a while, it was just verbal abuse,” you chuckled and she smiled half-heartedly at you, her eyes missing the certain glow she usually had. 

“Sounds fun,” she joked, but it fell flat on both ends, then she walked away. You couldn’t help but feel like you’d made a fool of yourself, or made her uncomfortable. 

You internally kicked yourself. 

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WEEK 2

You liked to pride yourself on two things, your standards in the kitchen, and your ability to stay calm under any circumstance. One of those didn’t apply to the current situation, and the other had been thrown out the window 3 minutes ago when this conversation started, more specifically, when Sydney started touching your arm. 

Carmen had finally come in and you’d gotten in a fight over the menu. You wanted something Marcus had suggested and Carmen wanted fucking fig rolls or something, you didn’t exactly know but you do know that it ended in you storming off to the back of the Bear and Carmen storming off to his office. You felt a swell in your heart when Sydney had come to you first, before she went to talk to Carmen. 

“You good?” she asked, accompanying you in the freezing air. You didn’t respond, still annoyed from the conversation. “Earth to Y/n?” Sydney had grabbed your arm and your eyes trained themselves on hers. 

“Yeah, just pissed,” you sighed, answering her first question. “He really doesn’t listen, does he?” You yawned. Sydney’s hand felt like it was burning itself into your skin. 

“No, he kind of refuses to,” she joked. “But if it makes you feel any better, I like your ideas more.”

“They’re Marcus’s ideas, just my drawings,” you were quick to deflect the compliment.

“Well they're beautiful,” she declared, with some uncertain meaning behind her words. ‘Well, you’re beautiful’ is what you picked up from her insinuation and your heart beat much faster than before. “Coming back in?” She dropped her hand and you finally let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“In a minute.” 

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WEEK 3 

Ok, so maybe you could pride yourself on just one more thing, the effect you had on Sydney. 

For the past two weeks, it’d been fleeting glances, the creating and taking of opportunities to touch each other, and small flirty conversation. Sydney had asked you to taste test some restaurants with her, and you had a great time. Conversation flowed, you felt relaxed for the first time in what felt like years, and you were spending time with the girl you liked. 

“Y/N?” You heard Sydney’s voice from behind you. “Behind!” she said. 

You had asked an old friend if you could borrow his restaurant's kitchen and he obliged, knowing he owed you a favour from when you saved him from being fired 7 years ago. 

“Yeah?” You called back, focused on your plating. 

“You almost done?”

“Almost,” you added the finishing touches to the plate and stepped back, a silent victory. It looked delicious. “Done!”

She handed you a fork and you took a bite at the same time. It tasted… terrible. You both spit it out into the sink behind you, then looked at each other and laughed. 

“That is god-awful,” you coughed, a laugh making its way out of your mouth.  

“Oh fuck that’s bad,” she laughed with you, a hand on your shoulder to brace herself. 

Both your laughters died down and her hand remained. She looked so beautiful, her hair pulled back in a blue bandana, her regular chef-white swapped for a green t-shirt and white overalls, and a smile on her face. You seized the moment and kissed her, it started out soft, cautious. Though it quickly divulged into something less sweet. Her tongue was in your mouth and your hands were roaming her waist. She gasped when you bit her lip and you smirked into the kiss. A buzzing noise pulled you two apart, heavy breathing and an uncomfortable stare of ‘what did we just do?’. You grabbed your buzzing phone, bag, and jacket, and left her in the restaurant. 

Was it the coward’s way out? Yes. Did that matter much to you? No. 

Not one bit.

[ami-no-todoke]

'That' chapter in the Apothecary Diaries LN 13

I translated (Well, more like made sense of mtl with a lil help of my very very basic japanese skills) a bit of the chapter bc I heard about it and couldn't wait even tho I haven't read LN 11 and 12 bc they're not yet translated. and IT'S SOOO *cries* sad Jinshi hours but also Maomao is funny af So here's some scenes from the chapter: (You can find the JP novel on amazon JP or online, if you know where to look.) MAJOR SPOILERS!!! Night Visit.

Jinshi bit his lip tightly. He had gone and gotten excited. Perhaps he had forgotten who he really was. To Maomao, he was Jinshi, but what did the people around him call him? He was Kazuigetsu, the Emperor's brother from the same mother, the Prince of the Moon. The young Crown Prince that the Empress gave birth to was still young. Within the court, there were some who did not entirely oppose Jinshi being pushed towards that position. In this scenario, what would happen if he had a child with a lady who he hadn’t yet married? Furthermore, how would things unfold if his partner was the daughter of Lakan?

Oof the politicss. Maomao says that while she consents to forming a romantic relationship with Jinshi and thereby sleeping with him, she does not want to make an enemy of Gyoku-you (by begetting Jinshi an "heir").

"Considering the lunar path, tonight is a relatively unfavorable day. Even if things go wrong, rest assured. I know how to handle it."

There was likely no falsehood in Maomao's words. If a child were to be conceived, she would undoubtedly take the necessary steps. She had no intention to conceal or raise the child in secret.

Heartless as it may seem, considering the potential consequences, it was the rational approach.

Jinshi embraced Maomao tightly.

and then here, when Jinshi accepts that Maomao's decision to abort if a child is indeed conceived might seem heartless but it would be the right one in their position bc they're still unmarried and he's in an ambiguous position with the royal family - the guilt he feels for making her think of all this and the sorries, uff, the slight angst is soo.

but the chapter ends with Maomao being hilarious as always as she's sent back home so it's all good, lmao.

Jinshi agonized.

Therefore, he missed the words Maomao muttered as she departed.

"I was thinking of continuing without the main event."

Jinshi was just too preoccupied.

[00127am]

CHAPTER FIVE : kiss and tell

@ noisecomplaint ln yn isn't too fond of apartment living, between the occasional roaches and the person who keeps stealing her grocery deliveries. but especially because of her exceptionally loud next door neighbors whom she has decided: she cannot stand. it's not all bad though, certainly not when xiao dejun (the prettiest boy she's ever seen) lives in the building. well, it was a perk. until it's revealed that him and her next door neighbor are one in the same.

“Come to chew me out about smoking again?”

In any and all iterations of the word lovesick, Xiaojun seems to be fitting of any and all descriptions. It’s embarrassing, the way his lips part and his eyes blow wide the second he hears your voice. The way in which he declines you the privilege of a response, primarily for the fact that he cannot seem to muster one. Not with the way you’re peering back at him, head tilted and tongue poking at your cheek. One brow raised and lips in the beginning of a sneer that despite all connotations, he can’t help but feel is charming. There’s a cigarette hanging from your fingers, dangling over the railing as the ash drips down like oncoming snow. You make it look so appealing, smoking that is, more so than Ten or Sicheng ever has. And Xiaojun begins to wonder whether it really is all that bad for you. 

He clears his throat, hand heavy on the back of his neck as he leans over the railing. Half lidded eyes slide in your direction, forcing you to swallow, hard, in a concentrated effort to push down the beginnings of a blush. His hands are dangling over the edge, tongue snaking across his bottom lip before getting caught between his teeth. His brows are furrowed, lips parted in the beginning of response that he just can’t seem to get out. But then, he does, with an expression so utterly pathetic that you could have sworn that he reached over and squeezed your heart.  “So you and Ten?”

It takes you a moment to register the implications of his words, gears turning in your head before you burst out laughing. Staring at him with a grin that pushes up your cheeks and swallows your eyes. He’s never smoked before, too afraid of damaging his lungs and forever ruining the pretty voice he uses when he sings in the shower. He’s never had an addiction in the first place. But if he did, then he’s pretty sure that it would feel like this. All consuming, setting him alight from the tips of his toes to the shell of his ears. A burn in his chest that seems to eat away at him with each change in pitch from you. Laughter as pretty as a songbird, a sound that he would play on loop if he could. 

“What?”  you muster through your giggling, waving the cigarette in his direction as you shoot him an incredulous look, “Ten and I what? Dating?” 

He nods, lip pulled underneath his top set of teeth, looking like a puppy who just got kicked. His hair is falling over his dark eyes as he looks back at you, cheeks flushed a pretty pink from the chill (it’s more so you, not that you would ever connect the dots). In contrast to his sullen, somber state, you’re out of breath. Practically bent over the railing as you snort, “What gave you that impression?”

“The picture he sent on new years. The lipstick one. You guys seemed…busy,”  

“That? No, Ten and I always kiss on the countdown. Not like a real kiss or anything. Nothing romantic, I really … yeah, I don’t think I could ever see Ten like that,”

He shoots you a look, features scrunched and eyes narrowed. He’s cute. So cute that you might fling yourself off the balcony because you’re not sure you can continue on with this conversation. It’s hard to hate him when he’s looking at you like that, an expression that is begging you to reach over and show him what a real kiss is. You grip your cigarette tighter, desperate for any semblance of getting an actual grip over yourself. 

“So you guys just make out all the time or…”

This indicts another laugh from you and Xiaojun feels all the blood in his body rush to his head. “Ten’s lucky if he gets a peck on new years. I’m affectionate with all my friends but we’re not fucking if that’s what you’re asking,”

You take a drag, watching amused as he spits and sputters over your choice of words. You snicker, lips twitching into a self-satisfied grin at his floundering. Utterly unable to find a foothold for a response. How could he ever respond to that? Sorry, didn’t mean to pry into your sex life! Bye! His face is hot as he gulps, loud enough to elicit another bout of entertained laughter from your direction. A direction which he avoids, head in his hands as he scrambles for any pretense of an apology. You’re not sure if it’s because of how pitiful he looks or because you want to escape the potential conversation of said sex life but you interject, swooping in and saving him from the inevitable, resigned comment he would have to make. 

“He asked me to kiss him all over for the picture. Said he wanted to send it to you, that it would drive you crazy,” you shrug, smoking falling over your lips in a steady stream, “I’m not your biggest fan, if you didn’t know, and it’s just Ten so,” 

Xiaojun picks his head up so quickly that the sides of his head seem to be squeezing in on him. There’s a burning itch in the bridge of his nose and a ringing in his ears, seeing double with the force of bringing himself to look at you. He blinks himself out of it, once, twice, then five times before he’s no longer staggering where he stands. “So you’re not dating Ten,”

“Nope,” you pop the P, taking another slow drag of your cigarette. 

“And you didn’t enjoy kissing him?” it’s an exhale this time as you shake your head no, eliciting him to pinch his thumb and pointer together, “Not even a little bit?”

You raise a brow, gesturing the cig in his direction as you speak. “No. You into him or something?”

If one week ago, someone had told him that his nextdoor neighbor, the same one he’s head over heels for, would be asking him if he had a crush on Ten Lee--he would have laughed in their face and told them to fuck off. If there was ever a direction in which this conversation was never in a million years meant to go too, it would be this one. A conclusion that Xiaojun has reached with the fall of his face and the slack of his jaw. And when he hears that question fall from your ever-tempting lips, it feels as if he had just gotten hit by a freight train. Then run over ten times (even the number makes him angry) for good measure. Then had the earth implode. “No! No, god no. Not him,”

He watches as his dismissal and rejection flies straight over your hair. Soaring over that pretty head of yours. You look him up and down, inner cheek caught in between your teeth as your gaze flickers back to his eyes. Your tone is dry, thick with complete and utter disbelief. 

“Uh huh,”

He gapes, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. His tone is hurried and panicked, desperate to clear up the misunderstanding that you seem to have already solidified as the absolute truth in your head. “No!” his volume is nearly at a shout before he coughs quickly and lowers it again after taking in the amused look on your face, “No, no, no, really. It’s not like that,”

“Sure, yeah,” you wave him off, smug smile twitching on your lips as you spin around on your heels, “I’ll let Ten know it’s not like that,”

“Seriously! I’m not into Ten. Yn, I’m serious-” the butt end of his sentence is interrupted by the slam of your door and Xiaojun is left standing alone on his balcony. It takes him a few moments to process everything that has just happened and when he does, he can only reach one conclusion (one beyond the fact that it feels like his entire world just exploded and went up into smoke and flames). 

Ten is never going to let him live this down.

taglist. @replayenthusiast @ahnneyong @yeosangsbiceps @haechansbbg @mxlly143 @suneonu @evilsailorsenshi @yangasm @222brainrot @odxrilove thank for you for supporting noise complaint! ♡

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[spiegelgestalt]

The great Binghe-Yandere

Tierlist

for Re:zero- Characters 2.0

So a few weeks ago when I started to get back into Re:zero i joked that Re:zero and scum villain self saving System are quite similar in that they have characters who would do absolutley batshit things for love. And then i made a tierlist but it was a bad one because i only half remembered the characters. And i promised myself that i would make another one, once i rewatched the anime. Soooo i rewatched the anime, and read some of the LN and listened to parts of Arc 5 and read the Theresia/Wilhelm side stories and I present to you now the new and improved Binghe-Yandere Tierlist:

Rules and reasonings under the cut. Beware this is gonna be very long and self indulgent

So first for the rules:

all the tiers have to be something that some version of Luo Binghe did during the novel AND every character could only be placed once (or Roswaal would just be in all of the tiers -SN: Scum villain-fans Roswaal/Echidna is kind of a lot like Shen Yuan/Luo Binghe - discuss!!)

The only exception is the bonus tier because i find it funny

2. This measures the amount of obsession so/ can bring into a relationship. that does not mean the relationships need to be sexual/romantic (the onyl exception is of course the bonus tier)

And now for my reasoning:

Worlddestroyers

Roswaal - is of course the purest version of luo binghe. He would fuck his teacher, his only reason for existing is reviving his teacher, he also would kidnap his teacher if he had to. He would if pushed destroy the world if he can't have his teacher. He's very emotionally stable and doesn't believe in love (huge loser)

Sirius- I'm only partway into Arc 5 (i'm currently after the marketplace fight, capella just appeared but i dont know enough about her yet, to put her into here) but my impression is this: she is going against her entire cult teaching of loving/wanting to revive Satella becaus Satella. IS. STEALING.HER . MAN!!!! and every witchcult member doesn't mind destroying the world.

Petelgeuse in his Slothform of course would do this. He ever diligently wants to revive Satella, even if that would mean that Satella would destroy the world. AND he wants to force Satella to love him. If he could he would kidnap her and force her to be with him. And he would fuck Satella if he could. Yes it is weird knowing what she looks like, but he would. Sorry. At least he doesn't remember that Emilia is his daughter (at least i hope so)

I'd argue that Presloth Petelgeuse would also fit into this category. He uses the witchfactor fully knowing that it would probably turn him into a monster after all

Puck - look do i even need to say anything. Puck would definitly destroy the world for Emilia. It's in his contract and he doesn't give a fuck

Satella - arguably is constantly destroying the world. It depends if parallel universe are created or if the universe is destroyed and recreated every single time she saves Subaru

Otto: i heard through the tumblr grape vine that he wanted to destroy an entire country for Subaru... that tracks. I find him incredibly suspicious

Wilhelm: Look i love Wilhelm. But no one can tell me that he wouldn't destroy the entire world in an instant if that meant getting Theresia back (the only thing that would stop him is that it would make her sad)

Emilia: This might be a controversial one. And i agree: currently Emilia is not in a world ending mood but the instinct is there. All it needs is a little push. BUT I have to admit that her reason for not ending the world isn't a loved one per se but her genuine kindness and respect for life. i can imagine that she would destroy the world in a fit of rage and regret it afterwards.

Kidnappers

Reinhard: he did it to Felt and he's not even sorry. He would do it again if needed and I'm not even sure he would understand why it was wrong.

Rem: Look, we know she would do it if she thought Ram or Subaru needed it. It would be a last resort. Before that she would of course stalk them/insert herself in every aspect of their life. But if faced with a possibilty of losing them forever she would act immediatly

Garfiel is a difficult case. I'd argue Arc 5 Garfiel wouldn't kidnap anymore but Arc 4 would because of his abondenment issues. He stopped the trial from being completed because he didn't want anyone of his loved ones to leave (technically imprisonment but the point stands)

Corpseholders

before i get to my reasoning i just wanted to explain this one: after shen yuan dies, luo binghe takes his corpse with him. He keeps it alive for 5 years. He fights of anyone who wants to claim him (to bury him) and he talks to shen yuan while slowly losing his sanity. As far as we know there is thankfully no fucking involved. I just wanted to explain this to show that this is the level of obsession we are dealing with. I'd also like to add that a lot of the people in the higher tiers, would definitly do this to

Ram: I really struggled if Ram would be a kidnapper or a corpseholde but at last i decided for this category. She wouldn't kidnap Roswaal. But if she had to she would try to revive him. Her love/obsession runs deep.

Ferris: Look, Ferris is a healer and they are really obessed with Crusch. They would not let her die. They would do anything to revive her. Mark my words

Subaru: We know he would because he does it (and not even for his main waifu...).

Beatrice: Beatrice is a special case because it would depend on what Echidna would order her to do. If Echidna told her to revive her/take care of her body Beatrice would do so. She stayed for 400 years in a library to honor her mothers orders.

The Harempeople

Explanation: in an alternate universe Luo Binghe never meets Shen Yuan and tries to compensate by becoming the rule of everything and getting a harem of 600+ wives. He is extremly miserable.

Regulus: I don't have to say anything about him I guess. He's the Harem Guy

Echidna: I think Echidnas greed is not harem oriented but she is interested in people and their stories - and if she had to create a harem to get that she would do it

Priscilla just strikes me as a Harem girl. The world is there for her pleasure and so she can take everything she wants. including 600 wives

Anastasia: Anastasia tells us in her king- speech that she wants a country because she still doesn't have enough even though she got a lot. She takes and she takes and she takes but it doesn't fill the emptyness inside her. Maybe she would create a harem after she won the selection.

So thats that. That's my tier list. the people i haven't included sadly don't fit in any of the categories(for example Julius my beloved is just to well adjusted to be a yandere ~sad~) or i just forgot them. that is a possibility

if you made it this far, thanks for reading. I hope you had as much fun reading it as i had creating this post

[yata776]

Idolm@ster: Gakuen - Review

Let’s start positive. This game sells completely the strengths of Idolm@ster. All the idols are problematic students which for some reason or another are not realizing their full potential. Character-wise there are common staples of the genre: idols struggling with their gender identity or ones with self-esteem problems, but also other specific issues like a student who has given up on life after failing her previous dream, or one who has fallen into a self-hatred pit of isolation after breaking up with their previous idol unit. Not only are the character concepts here mostly interesting and likeable, but a school that encourages the alumni to be their best selves and clash with the other students is the ideal setting to explore these stories. In fact, the game is perfectly built around the idea of helping these girls to shine on stage and their personal lives.

You produce each of the idols and manage their schedules, constantly training and interacting with them through the visual novel sections to learn more about them, their insecurities, and their strengths, to see how you can make them the best person they could possibly be. Your first performances are terrible, your idols will not even be able to finish their song due to exhaustion and they will do an absolutely terrible job at it. With each produce run results start showing, learning the gimmicks of each idol’s gameplay style, using your resources correctly, and leveling up your cards all build to their visual growth on stage; they have memorized the entire song and choreography by now, a bigger audience will appear at their concerts, and more importantly, the girls start confidently smiling on stage, finally happy with themselves. Sorry to be corny but Gakumas absolutely understands why we love idols and why we want to support them. The game has been polished to a sheen to fully realize this idea. Even elements outside the game like the animated MVs for each girl make a great job on selling you on their individuality.

Sadly the game crashes and burns with the insipid writing, which is serviceable at best and God awful at worst. For some unexplainable reason Namco decided that the writing team would be helmed by Fushimi Tsukasa, from Oreimo and Eromanga sensei fame. You read that right. I was hoping time would prove me wrong but all of Gakuen’s interesting concepts are ruined by the writing. Main story scenarios get explicitly romantic with your idol of choice, and each route is plagued with the terrible tropes of your average LN, including the idols constantly reading the situation as sexual, feminizing the aforementioned idol struggling with their gender identity or your horny self insert constantly flirting with any near minor (even the teachers aren't excempt from this). The relationship between the idols and the self-insert skews from passable to creepy as shit at the drop of a hat and it’s really hard getting invested. I feel like I have to make up my own story in my head to not roll my eyes out of my skull.

Look, I wouldn’t be as frustrated here if this shit didn’t feel crowbarred into a game that does not need any of these shitty tropes to shine and that CONSTANTLY pushes the story in your face. A professional producer character who manages the girls’ schedules and gets to know them better is a great idea! But it really clashes with the juvenile dating sim thing that this game is constantly attempting. It’s even more infuriating when these tropes ruin the characters themselves. One of the idols is a genius girl who has excelled at everything academics all her life and has basically guaranteed her entire future, but decided against all odds to train as an idol despite absolutely failing at it only because she wanted to dedicate her life to her weaknesses. Fucking inspiring, right? Well, do I need to explain why giving her the shitty fetish gimmick of being aroused by pain and suffering fucking DESTROYS her character? This is past just wanting to attract a creep audience, this is terrible writing.

As you can see, I have a lot of thoughts about this game. In many ways I think this is an absolutely amazing concept and I will continue playing the game for now. The potential here is frankly outstanding, the gameplay is addictive, I love the art, and I am very curious on the long term content as a gacha, especially because it has been lamp shaded pretty hard Gakumas will be a series with an ever expanding cast of new students joining the school, meaning the writers can (hopefully, for the love of god) see what works and is not working for future storylines.

Unlike Song for Prism I am not sure what will be the future of Gakumas. Will it be a success or a failure? No idea, but I am sufficiently in love with the ideas here to be interested in this branch for the foreseeable future. Personally, the writing here is so bad I wouldn't reccomend it to anyone except the most hardcore of idol fans. I can see myself falling off hard after a certain point. My personal head canons are far more interesting than the actual story events here.

3/5

[kusuriya-no-hitorigoto]

Why all the different versions?

Firstly I would like to preface that this post was written and rolling in my drafts in 2021 so things may have changed.

As some may have noticed, Kusuriya no Hitorigoto currently has 4 versions, all running simultaneously. These are the light novel (LN), web novel (WN), the Sunday GX manga adaptation and the Gangan manga adaptation. But why?

The LN is adapted in the GX version. The same illustrator for the manga does the front covers of the novel.

The WN is adapted in the Gangan version. (This is what I wrote then, but since more of it has been released, it seems this version also deviates from the WN by making MaoMao's mother be alive, but I think there are still differences to the LN from what I remember?)

The LN and WN (and their respective manga adaptations) both follow the basic storyline with the same characters. However, some events that happen are exclusive to either version. There are also slight variations in some characters in each.

The most glaring difference, from my understanding, is that regarding Maomao's interactions with Jinshi. The LN has more interaction between the two, and thus more of a relationship built between the two at this point. (From a WN reader's perspective, it feels like fan-service since these situations are slower and sparser in it.)

The reason for this difference may be because of the LN and WN mediums. While the LN has to go through an editor since it is officially published, there is bound to be a push for certain elements that they believe will allow the novel to pull in as many sales as possible. Therefore, the romance element is played upon more. However, the WN is published on a (free) blog where the author is free to write the story as they like, without the pressure of sales or audience response. Looking at the author's past comments on the relationship between Maomao and Jinshi, especially romantic, it explains why the WN has comparatively less Jinshi/Maomao interaction and slower development of relationship. With the LN, GX and WN doing so well, it seems we got the Gangan version we're most familiar with too.

The differences I've written about are things you can look up, but my take on why there are 4 versions is stuff I've pieced together so if anyone knows for sure please let me know!

https://shikarito.wordpress.com/2017/11/07/knh-wn-vs-ln-volume-2/

[yuriswitch]

Thoughts on Nadeko and Tsukihi's relationship?

since we're saving the LNs for when we'll be able to read them in Japanese, we can't quite tell how much of what we have to say applies to the so-called "canon". As such, we can only really talk in the context of the anime, and I feel like in this case it's quite relevant, because one particular characteristic of the adaptation is that it tends to make things that were clear and explicit in the novel ambiguous in the anime (which unfortunately has a side effect of pushing a lot of the queerness in the LNs down to the realm of subtext, as much as it's pretty easy to find when you know what to look for). For this reason, a lot of the headcanons that would otherwise affect our opinion here given actual signs of things being the case don't really work for us, since they were removed a lot more than the barely hidden feelings Hitagi and Tsubasa have for each other. From what we can tell though, the text of the anime seems to show them spending a lot more time with each other in their early childhoods, only to end up separating somewhat as a result. For this reason, they seem oddly in between the siblings they psychologically would be if they continued spending most of their time together and teenage girl friendship with issues (Tsukihi is genuinely scary sometimes and Nadeko is responding in kind to the treatment she's getting for being stereotypically cute). The idea of romantic feelings also being there is certainly sweet, but unlike Tsubasa and Hitagi there just isn't anything in the anime that could strike us as a hint towards that reading, so it's more like a textually undefined possibility in the anime, rather than something explicit like in the novels. With that being said, it's interesting how they actually manage to make things work after Nadeko's severe breakdown, though that is in large part thanks to a certain conman opening up Nadeko's closet full of unpublished romance manga. We'd love to see much more of them in the future, and hopefully the upcoming adaptation will deliver on that front, with that said they're a curious case of a non-standard friendship working out after a massive crisis situation, which is really nice to see in fiction. They certainly make a nice duo, though we're pretty mild on shipping them tbh

/Funami Yui

[bridgertonopinions]

PR Anon Here: A few things to add based on the questions in the other asks. I'm going to preface with (this is my professional opinion but i don't work on LN's strategy team, so can only give insights into what i see based on my knowledge of how the industry works) A few things to note: the level of money hurled at this season 3 promo/marketing is unhinged in today's world. Multi-millions were put into promoting just this season of an established show. Netflix/Shondaland really believed in this to be willing to put this amount of money towards it. I can't think of a single tv/movie that has seen this type of push that wasn't with A-list celebrity actors. Essentially from a career standpoint, LN and NC were given golden tickets to ride this out into some amazing career opportunities. With that said, a few things I must note: 1. Nicola is a PR/Marketing teams wet dream. I would kill to have a client like her to work with. I think she took her training very seriously but also she's intuitively savvy at this. She is taking her golden ticket to becoming a powerhouse in the industry and bravo to her. 2. I've seen people write things like "where is LN's PR team..." - you'd be surprised at how frequently clients lie to use to omit things they don't think is important. We ask very through questions, but we can work with what we know. I don't think he thought his personal life would come into play and didn't bother to tell them about it. Hopefully lesson has been learned. 3. The PR playbook is essentially the same whenever two actors are promoting a romantic pairing. They were told to "play it up for the camera" BUT NC & LN have really taken it to the next level. They were given talking points by Shondaland to promote, but no one tells them what to say. I think it's a mixture of a good friendship/comfort level and NC again being a great marketer. 4. The Canada interview was telling for me and gives me a good indication that we are heading towards a winding down. The interviewer was given those questions to ask for sure. They are pulling away from one another too, they were professional and less "intimate" with one another. I'll need to see what other interviews come out in the next day or so, but the vibe has shifted and we'll probably see them shift to a more professional co-worker relationship in these interactions moving forward. Standard interactions so to speak but it will be a change from their previous interviews. I'll add a Part 2 on some other thoughts I have here that are more personal opinion vs just general observations of marketing strategy...

These are all great points but I was leaning more toward it being a morning show hence why they weren’t as touchy feeling because they acted the same at GMA and then were all over each other in Brazil - thoughts?

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: smut, slight degradation, blood, sacrifice, consensual but honestly barely, no condom (wrap it before you tap it kids)

AN: so crazy fic idea that came to me in a dream. Veronica wasn’t put into the grimhold when she merged with morgana. Instead Morgana died and Veronica basically switched sides because of the power she inherited. They are abusing the reader's talents in translation and Maxim comes to realize a few things. Crazy au but here we go. There will be a part 2.

As I neared the office, I could hear someone pacing. I looked over at my professor’s secretary, Veronica, but she just smiled at me.

“Mr. Horvath is waiting for you.” She nodded. “Professor Brown would be very disappointed if you didn’t live up to his word.” I nodded and took a deep breath. I entered the room to see a tall, portly man pacing in front of Professor Brown’s desk.

“Hello.” I stepped fully into the room, letting the door close behind me. “Mr. Horvath?” The man stopped pacing and turned to face me.

“Mx. (Y/LN) I presume?” I nodded and stepped forward to shake his hand. I tried to contain the shiver that ran up my arm as he instead captured my hand and brought it up so he could kiss my knuckles. I blushed, finding the old fashioned greeting very romantic in its own right. “Professor brown spoke highly of you. Especially in translations.” He trailed off as he gestured to the book sitting open on the desk. I nodded and wrung my hands as I approached.

“Which passage do you need translated?” I asked, bending carefully over the text. The man next to me gestured to the passage and handed me a pen. I looked next to the book and saw a sheet of paper.

“I believe that should be enough.” He murmured as he watched me get to work. I quickly scribbled down what I could remember off the top of my head and nearly ran to the wall of books behind the desk to find the one I needed to finish it. “What could this mean?” I rushed back and gently pushed him out of the way, plucking the piece of paper out of his hand. His eyes burned into the side of my head as I scribbled down what I found in the book.

“Almost done.” I muttered, tongue poking out of the corner of my mouth. I reread my work and double checked it against the translation book I had pulled out.

“You work fast.” Horvath observed as I grabbed another book off the shelf to triple check it.

“I have to. Being in this field is competitive, especially for someone like me. Working fast and getting work in among the first few means that I can prove my worth time and time again.” I glanced over at him. “And that’s triple checking my work.” I stood up and handed him the sheet of paper.

“Not bad.” He looked over the paper and watched me carefully. “How accurate is this translation?” I shrugged.

“Considering the fact that no translation is exactly accurate, it’s as accurate as it will get. A language that’s been dead for hundreds of years is bound to have a few words that aren’t exactly translatable to English.” Horvath nodded as he looked over the page again.

“The blood of the virgin, willingly given, will unlock the treasure you unwittingly carry. Two advisories, unknowingly bonded, together in one. Her faithful servant bound to them.” Horvath ran a hand down his face. “I hate this part.” He waved his cane towards the door and to my surprise it locked itself.

“What the…?” I whirled around and froze when I saw Horvath round on me. “Mr. Horvath?” My voice cracked and he pinned me against the desk, his cane glowing blue as it rested against my sternum.

“Maxim if you will.” He tilted his head and smirked at me. “It seems this is my lucky day.” Gulping, I stared at him with wide eyes. “Are you a virgin darling?” My eyes flickered down to the cane.

“Can’t that thing tell you that?” I croaked out. He nodded, leaning in closer to me.

“It can. But I want you to confirm it.” The cane's glow grew and I nodded hurriedly.

“Yes. I’m a virgin.” He smiled gently at me. "Oh crap." I deflated against him, his hands coming to rest on my hips. "So what? You pull out a needle and we get this done?" Maxim shook his head, his expression turning sad for a second.

"It means blood..." He paused and his hand slowly rubbed my arm. "From your first time." My eyes widened at him and I shook my head.

"Whoa. Hold up." I put my hands up in front of me, accidentally bumping into his chest in the process. Maxim stepped forward so I was practically cupping his chest. "It says willingly given. What if I'm not so willing?" He chuckled as he started to trail kisses along my shoulder and neck. I bit back the moan that threatened to spill out and gave him a gentle push.

"If your thoughts when you entered the room are anything to go by, I just need to push you over the edge." He chuckled against me. I groaned as I gave him a harder push.

"You can read minds too?" I moaned. Maxim chuckled as he drew me closer.

"When I want to." He mused. I let my head fall on his shoulder, an action that he didn't seem to mind as he rubbed my back. "Although I will admit I haven't heard anyone have thoughts like that about me in a long time." I slowly lifted my head and met his gaze.

"Promise me one thing then." I gripped his jacket sleeve. Maxim nodded as his hands settled on my hips again.

"Anything." he agreed. I smiled softly at him.

"Take me out after this." My voice had a hopeful tilt to it. Maxim chuckled and leaned in close to me, almost like he was going to kiss me. "And you have to kiss me." I added quickly.

"Your wish is my command." He murmured. His breath fanned across my lips as I nodded.

"Then I'll do it." I agreed. "I consent." Maxim sighed and closed the gap between us. He tapped his cane, propped up against the desk, and the desk cleared.

"I'll go as slow and gently as I can." He promised. "But I do have to draw blood." I nodded as he gently lifted me onto the desk. I pushed the jacket off his shoulders and went to work on his vest. Maxim shrugged it off and pulled my shirt over my head. He dipped down to kiss me before throwing it over his jacket. We individually worked on our pants before Maxim tugged my underwear down. I swallowed thickly as I reached out to trace the edge of his boxers. "I can do it if you're nervous." He said quietly, stepping more into my space. I shook my head and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I just..." I swallowed thickly again and averted my eyes. "I didn't think my first time would be like this." He nodded and cupped my cheeks.

"I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't necessary." He gestured behind me on the desk and I looked over my shoulder. The small wooden box sat there, taunting us. "No one has been able to open it in centuries. The last person who did was Morgana." I looked at him in disbelief. "Yes. King Arthur's sister." I looked back at the box and shook my head.

"Wait. The prophecy thing said 'her faithful servant'. That's you isn't it?" I looked over at him, trying to catch his eye. "You're Morgana's faithful servant aren't you?" Maxim nodded. "Holy shit! You look good for someone who has been alive for a couple millennium." Maxim's eyes jumped to mine and he chuckled softly.

"I...Well..." he sighed before kissing me again. "Thank you." I hummed against him and finally worked up the courage to push his boxers off. "I don't know how modern contraceptives would affect this so, unfortunately..." Maxim trailed off and slowly touched his cane. "I'm going to do this magically." I nodded as he leaned his forehead against mine. His cane touched my stomach and a soft blue glowed there for a second. Once it faded, Maxim kissed me again. "I'm truly sorry it has to happen this way." He apologized before entering me. I bit back the scream at having something enter me that way before wrapping my arms around Maxim. He held me tight against him, stroking my hair and peppering my shoulder with kisses. He was whispering apologizes the entire time. Silent tears ran down my cheeks as I clung to him. There was a stirring in my stomach that made Maxim pull back slightly. "What was that?" he asked softly. He pressed his hand against my stomach and I nuzzled his shoulder. "That's...that's impossible." He gasped.

"What is?" I whispered. Maxim was shaking his head, trying not to jostle me too much.

"You...the descendant...But they would never." He wasn't making any sense. "You are both the prime merlinian and the prime morganian." Maxim accidentally shifted and I hissed at the feeling. "Sorry." I pressed a kiss to his cheek, gently moving my head so I could look at him from my spot on his shoulder.

"How is that possible?" He shook his head at me. "I mean they were mortal enemies. It's not they like hooked up." Maxim smirked and rolled his eyes.

"But clearly they had to. Otherwise..." I watched as his mind raced through every possible scenario. "It is possible that a Morganian and a Merlinian did years later but that would Balthazaar..." He trailed off, a look at the door in the reflection of the mirror behind the desk confirming what he was thinking. "Apparently, Merlin and Morgana had sex." he concluded with a chuckle. I yelped at the feeling and Maxim stopped again. "Sorry. I don't mean to." I nodded and squeezed my eyes shut. We stayed like that for a while before he spoke again. "Ready?" I shook my head against him but pulled back.

"No. But do it." I whispered. He reached up to wipe my tears as he slowly started to move in me. I hissed at the feeling before stopping him. "Maxim. Will that do?" I gestured down to his cock and he paused. Nodding, he wiped some of the blood off and smeared it on the box behind us. Nothing happened.

"Fuck." He groaned. "We...we have to finish for this to work properly." I nodded and guided him over to kiss me.

"Then we finish." I confirmed. Maxim nodded before he started to move again, more gently this time. As I got used to the feeling, I gripped his arms tightly. "Maxim. Please." I whined. He pressed kisses along my skin and started to thrust harder. When he brushed a sensitive spot, I moaned and lost all thought. I leaned back so I was laying on the desk and Maxim adjusted. All I could do was whine and moan as his speed changed to match his thrusts. Gripping his arms, I closed my eyes at the overwhelming feeling. Maxim chuckled.

"Look at you. Once a virgin but now so drunk off my dick you can't do anything but moan." He ground out, hips snapping against mine. I whined in response and tensed up. Maxim leaned down and continued to continue whispering in my ear. He periodically kissed my neck and cheek. "So cock drunk you don't even know you're about to cum. Is that the power I hold over you?" My nails scratched his back as I struggled to find something to hold onto, something to ground me. "I could get used to this. Making you like this. All that power you hold and it's nothing compared to this power I have over you in this moment." I screamed as I came, a surge of magic being pushed out. Maxim continued to thrust into me, holding me tightly against him as my newly discovered magic tried to push him away.

"Maxim." I breathed out as he stilled in me, cock throbbing before spilling his seed in me. Breathing heavily, Maxim pulled back to brush the hair out of my face. He kissed my forehead and leaned his against mine.

"Perfect." he whispered. "Absolutely perfect.. Come back to me luv" It took me awhile to come back from what I had just experienced. Maxim continued to press kisses across my face and gently drew me back. "There you are." He mused, kissing me gently as he pulled out of me. With a wave of his cane, I was cleaned up and we were both dressed again.

"That's a neat little trick." I murmured as I slowly sat up. Maxim held my waist as I got my bearings. "I like it. Teach me?" He chuckled as he kissed me.

"One day." He promised. "For now, I have to decipher this." He reached behind me and pulled the box to him. I watched carefully as it fully opened. A ring sat in the center. With a small smile, he held it out to me. "The ring of the most powerful sorcerer in the world." I picked it up and inspected it. "And it belongs to you." I looked up at him, his eyes full of admiration and pride. "Use it well." I nodded as I put it on.

"I will."

[akinomorie]

Black Sea

Author: Technicolour (Lirriel)

Summary:

A series of vignettes focusing on Atsushi - picked up by Mori and trained from a young age to be used as a tool. He's used to shackles, but he begins to seek freedom after meeting Dazai, an orphan eager to die. Alternatively: What if Atsushi and Dazai had been raised in the other's circumstances?

Relationship: Dazai Osamu/Nakajima Atsushi (Dazatsu)

Review:

• I'm absolutely in love with this fic. I've been rereading this tons of times already, analysing every sentence and theorising on the untold stories behind the words carefully left vague. This oneshot has so much potential I feel so inspired 😳✨

• I love the relationships between Atsushi and the PM members here. Mori is the horrible abusive adoptive father yet the one who saved Atsushi from his hell of the orphanage. Chuuya is still the same confident handsome bastard that I love in the canonverse, but with Atsushi as his partner he is gentler, calmer. And the Akutagawa siblings, who Atsushi cares for and grow to adore Atsushi in their own ways, really does weird things to my heart.

• The theme of this fic is freedom, which at first Atsushi didn't have because he was caged by the previous boss with a collar and later chained with thousands of ties to the Mafia by Mori, Chuuya, the Akutagawa siblings. His first meeting with one Dazai Osamu and many others later slowly change that. Personally I find the idea of relationship ties to be tragically romantic hhhhh.

• Atsushi's kindness. It is his kindness that leads to the, may I say, naive stubborn desire against killing, which Mori indulges, Chuuya sympathizes, and the Akutagawa siblings admire. Maybe I interpreted the lines wrong, or maybe I was right, but the PM members really try hard to protect this little hope of innocence that Atsushi holds, using their own twisted methods, despite how utterly foolish that hope is. Reminds me of the reasons why I fell in love with canon!Atsushi in the first place.

• Dazatsu's first meeting. I love the way Atsushi demands Dazai's will to live in exchange for the money, food and accommodation that he promises to provide. Really in character with Atsushi's love for life, both in this fic and the canon verse.

• Chuuya's gifts to Atsushi (and they are all expensive). Atsushi takes care of Chuuya when they go drinking. The two young boy comfort each other in the event of the trauma of their job.

• Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, calling Atsushi, "Atsushi-san" 😳😳😳 I also get this hunch quite often, that Akutagawa in this au is eager to kill because he wants to honor Atsushi's wish not to kill.

• Dazai's panic at seeing Atsushi's tears. Holy moly I felt like something in me was awakened when reading that part. Definitely one of my dazatsu favorite tropes.

• Atsushi! Smoking! (audible gasp)

• Dazai lit Atsushi's cigarettes 🤤 I want a cigarette kiss 🚬💋😉😘

• This fic was written back in 2017. The author admitted that they only read the manga and didn't know LN was a thing when they wrote it, which is why some details may seem out of place if you think about it. Personally I find this drawback to be quite appealing instead. I like to imagine how the other pieces of the BSD canonverse can fit into this au: Did Atsushi know about Yosano (because, Mori)? What would Fyodor do knowing Atsushi was the fearsome Beast of Calamity of the PM? How did Atsushi and Chuuya's first meeting go? How could Atsushi help dealing with Chuuya's Corruption power and Arahabaki? Where were Oda and Ango? How about Kyouka? So many questions, so many ideas...

Quotes:

*

“I’m never killing again.”

He doesn’t know where the sudden conviction comes from; he just knows that it bubbles and burns in his throat. The tiger paces inside his ribcage, making itself known in the ache that pushes up from the inside of his skin, pressing outward.

“What the hell, man.” Chuuya—doesn’t sound as angry as Atsushi would have expected, considering what he just said is tantamount to treason in their circle. Pacifists are dead weight, only good for menial tasks.

*

“I didn’t realize how famous Atsushi-san was,” Dazai says softly. He quirks his eyebrow at Atsushi, playful. “Imagine my surprise when I was being detailed on dangerous Port Mafia members and your name popped up.” He leans close to Atsushi, his breath hot against his skin and adds, “The reported number of deaths was strange, too.”

Atsushi shivers and says, “It’s complicated.”

Dazai shifts, turns his head fully to examine the camera that watches them. After a long pause, he turns back to Atsushi and asks, “Why are you with the Port Mafia, Atsushi-san? Someone like you...” and he pauses, looking down to where their hands are connected. “It just doesn’t make sense,” he says at last.

*

There are shouts, filled with rage and arrogance, as members of whatever organization has been marked for extinction surround him. They catcall and cajole him, laughing at the small, pretty sheep who has strayed from the flock and wandered into a concrete forest filled with wolves.

And always, always, Atsushi smiles mildly at them. Before each raid, he prays quietly for someone to have sense, for someone to escape into the night and not be foolish enough to stand and fight and die.

It is, Atsushi knows, a foolish wish borne from a foolish hope that this shall be the last death he must witness.

*

Dazai’s hand stills, and Atsushi feels his eyes. He continues to eat, quietly, layering the flavors that enter his mouth, trying to build a sensory symphony. “I have nothing to pay you with,” Dazai says, and Atsushi wonders if the lack of betrayal in his voice, the tired resignation, offers a clue.

“No, you do,” Atsushi says. “Something you hold little value in; something I consider to be of great value.”

*

Akutagawa does not quite smile at him – Atsushi does not think he even really knows what a smile is. But he quirks his lips, as if he is sharing something humorous with Atsushi, and Atsushi smiles back weakly.

“Atsushi-san could kill Mori-san and the other executives, and I would still want to follow Atsushi-san.” Akutagawa pauses, swallowing. And then he says, “Because Atsushi-san saved us… Our lives belong to you, Atsushi-san.”

Something weighty settles in the pit of Atsushi’s stomach, and he breathes out a hummingbird’s sigh. Akutagawa, he thinks, is so incredibly earnest. The obvious adoration in his voice makes Atsushi’s heart hurt.

*

We are only children, Atsushi thinks, as Chuuya lurches toward him with another sob, wrapping his arms around Atsushi’s neck. It is easier for him, like this – when Atsushi is in his tiger form, large enough that his bulk takes up almost the entire available space, with Chuuya curled into his belly.

He doubts Chuuya would treat his human form like this.

The tiger blinks, sharing its body with Atsushi, and chuffs softly at Chuuya, nudging at his head. It only succeeds in knocking his hat off. Tigers cannot purr, their vocal cords are not designed for it, but Atsushi tries to convey comfort in other ways. It is the only thing he can do.

It is his fault Chuuya is this way.

*

“Dazai-kun is incredibly kind,” Atsushi says.

There is a shadow of melancholy to Dazai’s face as he smiles and says softly, “No, but Atsushi-san is kind to think so.” He lets Atsushi eat a few more bites before asking tentatively, “Would you like me to leave?”

“No,” Atsushi answers immediately, and is surprised to find that it’s true. “I’d appreciate your company, if you have nothing else to do.”

“Never,” Dazai says. He smiles, and there is a gentleness to his expression that fills Atsushi with warmth.

*

“It was my home.” The “was” is weighty; there’s a finality to the words, and suddenly Atsushi sees what the tiger has seen all along, has known ever since that day by the river. There is a peace that comes from this knowledge, and he smiles at Dazai, trusting him to see what Atsushi saw. “But home is someplace different now.”

“I understand,” Dazai says. And he smiles back, a soft curve that dimples one cheek and makes his eyes shine like stars in the dark of night.

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The movies Mission Impossible Rogue Nation (2015) and The Batman (2022) have many similarities, but one that I thought was an interesting choice was the framing of the developing love interest as temptation. Both Ilsa and Selina immediately catch the protagonists' attention, are very sexy, capable, and have opposing mission priorities to the protagonist. There's even a shared focus on shoes. Despite that, they end up eventually working together, and there are important moments when the hero is asked to run away with them.

Ilsa offers freedom's temptation right when the action ramps up, offering an end to the constant fighting and struggle for Ethan Hunt to be believed. Selina says it after the main crisis has passed, ln the cusp of a wave (see what I did there?) of further crises to follow. They both ask the main character to stop on a death-defying, limit pushing quest they've more or less self imposed. They've chosen to accept these missions, and for the briefest moment they contemplate saying yes. Ultimately they don't, and this too is framed as the right decision.

What's also interesting is that both Ilsa and Selina are in some way trapped or forced into the situations they're in, but the heroes have chosen their predicaments, but likely feel a little trapped by its burdens. Aside from just sexual/romantic temptation, both Ilsa and Selina offer a chance to be free of this life and happy. And that chance is not taken for noble/moral/philosophical reasons.

It's also notable that both Ilsa and Selina are one of few female characters in their respective movies, and one that seems to reach the protagnist in a way their families and friends cannot. I'm curious now to find media where the opposite happens, and observe differences in how it was set up, if there are any. I'm sure this relates back to some kind of Abrahamic metaphor on women and temptation in part at least, and another part to some other common ideas about family and masculinity, but it was an interesting similarity in two movies so tonally different..