#*jo approves*

[saturnsorbits]

I’ve been thinking about your android Bakugou since you posted it, but I’m curious if there’s a chance we could buy “save files” or a floppy disk or whatever that downloads an update to make Bakugou “love” us, and whether he knows that exists too? Like just thinking about wanting him to love us so badly😭

No bc this is such a good idea though…

Like imagine you buy him and then, once you start falling for him you go out and buy a romantic download expansion.

You feel weird about it at first. There’s a knot in your stomach when you gently run your fingers over the compartment at the base of his neck exposing the slots inside. It takes fifteen minutes to install.

Fifteen minutes before you have the man or your dreams…

And you do.

For a while.

He’s doting and attentive in his own blunt and rough way, with a heart of gold and a loyalty that is truly unshakable.

It’s easy to fall in love with him.

Only… You start to wonder, after a while, does he really even love you too? Or is it just that chip you put inside his head?

What if it’s all a lie?

You push it out of your mind until you can’t, until curiosity gets the best of you and has your fingers itching to remove that card at the base of his neck.

[aetherialpiplup108]

thinking about alchemy of souls again because of course, and man, Park Jin really told a 19 year old suffocating in grief—who also just died??—that he should never have been born and was therefore responsible for every single thing that went wrong in the country, especially the miserable life and death of the woman he mourns and loves more than his own soul.

And then he wonders why Uk is so lifeless and unable to move on...

[kwockwoc]

April 2, 1899.

S. Katayama to N. Cox:

"I am all in a bother and miserable without you here. Have I told you this? I must have. Do you think you might come down this week? There is sure to be enough time. Just bring all your work. Of course, you may spend all your time in your study here if you wish it! I shall simply sit there in the corner, by the Kentia between the back wall and the large bookcase, and watch you at work ..."

A little while ago I wrote a short fiction set in a late-nineteenth/early-twentieth century AU, called Shadow Theatre. Basically Seiji and Nicholas are rival scholars in occult studies. Shadow Theatre tells their story.

The wonderful @johannathemad has produced this amazing image of the two in Nicholas's study at Fairhaven House. Mind-blowing. Thank you so much Jo for working with all my wild ideas x 💝💪 So fortunate to have had the chance to commission you!

[dylanlila]

i think it might snow soon fjdikdod

[eirianerisdar]

Or read from the first chapter

Fic Summary:

Daniel loves to fly, but he needs to race. Every F1 driver joins the grid knowing they have a choice to keep their wings or trim them for less weight, sacrificing flight for race pace. Daniel has always promised himself he will never trim his wings. Until he comes to McLaren, and the choice is made for him. In which the most-loved driver of the grid has a long, slow fall, and nobody notices until it is too late.

Chapter 15/?: The Winter Shear

Winter break, 2021-22. Wing-trimming season. It is George's first season trimming, and Toto can't shake the feeling something is wrong. Max struggles with his wings and what it means to win after winning his first championship; his father doesn't help, and he needs Daniel.

But Daniel is nowhere to be found.

[a-skirmish-of-wit-and-lit]

Book Review: Raiders of the Lost Heart by Jo Segura

Raiders of the Lost Heart is an adventure romance akin to Indiana Jones, Romancing the Stone, and The Mummy. Two rival archaeologists, Corrie Mejía and Ford Matthews, are on the same expedition in Mexico looking for the burial site of an ancient Aztec warrior named Chimalli. Despite their wildly different approaches, with Corrie being the impulsive daredevil and Ford being the by-the-book academic type, the sexual tension between them could be cut with a knife. Whether it's robberies, landmark discoveries, shady businessmen, or mounting medical bills, these two have a lot to contend with over the course of the novel. Not simply with the dig, either, but with their "I've got a bone to pick with you" hearts.

Let's just say it isn't long before they learn that passion which starts in the jungle doesn't always stay in the jungle.

If I had to describe this book in a few words, I would say it was light escapist fun. The archaeological backdrop added some color without being too heavy-handed with terminology. Also, although Corrie and Ford were tromping through the jungle, the focus was more on their emotional journey from rivals to lovers than it was on the nuances of their expedition, so that made room for things like "only one tent" tropes and the like, which romance lovers will eat right up. It was cute!

Many thanks to NetGalley and Berkley for the ARC in exchange for my review.

3/5 stars

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[newtness532]

i slept for 9 hours and now im going the rest of the day doing nothing

[theinfinitedivides]

not Pathaan at the end saying he has an urgent appointment with his hairdresser and then jetsetting off to Spain to meet his girlfriend. not this man straight up lying like that to go see his f*cking girlfriend. he knows his priorities that's all i can say

[rivertalesien]

Will you be watching the new Doctor Who? I can't wait for Saturday I'm so excited to see David Tennant and Catherine Tait again.

Sorry, the way they cut 13 out of the chain of succession (or show her at all, really) so Disney wouldn't have to show her regenerating into Ncuti Gatwa has kind of turned me off.

[jolapeno]

Late night texts!!!! Late night teeeeexts!!!!!!! 🫶🏻

eeeeeee, i can't believe how many of you i fooled into following me with this story. i kid, i'm so very very glad that i did because it is deffo one of my faves and the fact it's brought me so many faves? brilliant!!

tell me what fic brought you to my peppery-blog

[dylanlila]

elena knows how to be alone wayyyy better than lila does

[bunnys-kisses]

Hi love can I get a tiramisu with a side hot coffee (w baby trapping) made freash by Max Verstappen ty 💛

bakery menu (complete)

want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! i have tons of items to choose from and i'd love for you to check them out! any driver is available (must be 18+, duh) so please feel free to throw your orders my way <3 i love the way your mind thinks, lovely anon. that's one way to get competition off the track! i hope you love the fic!

tiramisu (“my little slut to ruin.”) + coffee (rivals au) served by max verstappen (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, driver!reader, rivals au, baby trapping, (technically) unprotected sex, jos verstappen jumpscare, missionary & mating press,

max knew the hunger of racing. it was almost a blood lust. it was a fire in the belly of a driver that pushed them to such limits that it would kill some. formula one drivers were all striving to be the best. max knew this quite well, spending years in a shadow he could never escape. he yearned for approval but it always came to him like a bitter pill. but, not you. you were the track's princess, praise came to you on a silver platter.

and it annoyed the hell out of max. many prayed for his downfall both on a driving level, but also on a personal level. people wanted him to fail, but those same people wanted you to fly high to a second world championship.

so when he saw his own father smiling at you and give you a firm hand shake followed by a pat on the back after a spectacular win. max knew there was one thing to do.

make sure you never stepped foot on the track again.

"c'mon, schat." max said as he leaned against the doorway of the motor home on the track. he saw you walk by back to your teams. he crossed his arms and watched you on shaky legs.

you made a face, "treasure?" you laughed, your voice bounced a little down the row of motor homes for the weekend, "max verstappen, do you forget who i am?"

he snickered, "currently you look like a shaky deer. why are you in heels, you never wear heels?" the two of you butt heads often. you seemed to get under each other's skin often enough.

"it's called going on a date, max. have you heard of those? plus, shouldn't you be fucking some grid bunny tonight? we are on your home turf, might as well trap some poor girl with your bastard."

he laughed louder, "funny. were you having a night on the town? i bet you opened your legs to whatever manager you could find. whoever would give you the biggest contract." his words were biting and so were yours. while it was always better to catch flies with honey than vinegar.

it was easier to catch a rival with vitriol than kindness.

you got your heels off and threw them one after the other towards him before you stopped over bare foot to get in his face. you got onto the small porch and he was all smiles.

"do you have-"

"of course. after all, you're not the first grid bunny of the weekend." then pulled you into the motor home with a slam of the front door. before you could chew him out for that term being used towards you. he had you pressed against the door of the motor home with your leg wrapped around his hip and his large hand pushing up the already short skirt of your dress.

he had no interest in any of the fans with his face plastered across their fat tits. while the women of his home country were beautiful, his eyes were set on the snapping jaws of another driver.

his lips down your neck, teeth grazed across your pulse point and it made you shudder. nipples grew hard under his touch. he started to grope your breasts and you moaned out loud in the near empty motor home.

clothes were shed, leaving you vulnerable. it was a surprise that you made it to the bed. for a brief moment as you dragged him to the bedroom, max thought he was going to breed his future wife on the linoleum wooden floor. and max may have wanted you bred asap but, he wasn't going to hurt your poor elbows and knees. his wife deserved the best, you were going to be doing a big thing. giving birth to the next legend of the track.

"schat." he said softly his mouth to your ear. his strong arms wrapped around you and pulled to his chest. his hands then went to your breasts where he groped the flesh, near bruising them. they were only going to get prettier once you got pregnant. he felt lucky tonight.

"max. fuck." you groaned before you managed to pull yourself away from him and get onto the bed. you propped yourself up on your elbows as you gazed at him. he eyed your beauty as he got closer to you and the bed. his cock at full attention.

oh yeah, you'd never step foot in a car again after tonight. well give it a few weeks and then you'll be off the track for good. he got between your legs on the bed. he got those lovely thighs around him as he continued to gaze at your figure.

"pretty thing." he said, "should i be worried that another man touched you tonight? or were you a good girl?"

you looked at him, "you're not my husband. max. you don't own me."

max smiled before he leaned over you, his bare cock almost slipped into your slick hole as he grabbed a condom from the box in the nightstand. you were trying to get out from under him before he slipped in without protection. a condom was what you thought was your savior. but, max had pricked little holes in it earlier, when he found out you'd be back to the track late.

you watched him get the condom on, the low light made it almost impossible to notice that there were small tears int he tip of the condom. with enough force of his hips, max could probably tear through it. you held onto his forearms as he rubbed his cock up against you for a few moments before he sank inside your sweet cunt. it made him groan and feel a heat in him.

"perfect little thing. i bet you thought about me while you were out. thought about all the thing i'd do you that's why you came in here, right? because you knew you'd get that cunt fucked out."

you felt your ears burn as he continued to rut against you. you dug your short nails into his arms as he thrusted against you. his cock was like a bully, just like the rest of him. but it made your toes curl as you laid under him.

max verstappen was your rival and now he was too busy gorging on your cunt like he owned it. like you were a couple. but, little did you know. the plan was going well in max's mind. it wasn't a difficult one anyway. he just needed his achy, thick cock inside of your gooey cunt and finish inside of you. the rest was biology's doing so he could take his hands off the wheel for that.

and if you weren't pregnant there was a whole other leg of the season plus the off season to really make sure it took. but, you strived for perfection, it was written in your dna. so you'd be good and take him the first time. let his baby sprout in your sweet womb. no need to think about racing when you're caring for his child.

"jij bent de mijne." he said like a promise as he picked up the pace. his cock shoved into the softest parts of you. for such a bitch on the track, your pussy was gummy soft and just pulled him in.

you whined and arched your back. max enjoyed the heavy rise and fall of your pretty breasts. oh, you were beautiful. maybe he was lucky, giving you a baby now. not allow anyone else on the grid to get a taste of you. because you were the kind of woman that men got addicted to.

he picked your hips up further and started to really work at it. your legs were over his shoulders while he fucked you with such vigor that you couldn't find it in you to grip onto the covers under your back. your toes curled while he pounded into you. heat flashed across your body and you felt like you were on fire.

you panted and moaned while max was determined to breed you. you'd be such a pretty mother to his children. did you think he was stopping at one? no. because with you he was going to breed champions and that fact made pleasure lick up in his stomach. he watched you squirm a little as you neared climax and it made max hot all over.

yeah, it was only right that he bred you. keep you off the track and at home with the kids. no need to step on anymore toes in formula one. retire with grace and raise his kids. put that hot feminine body of yours to good use, grow them well in your soft womb. be good for your husband.

he leaned further, pushing you further into yourself to kiss you hotly on the lips once more. he felt your cunt tighten around him as you panted heavily. he had you in a full mating press as his cock bruised your sweet insides. poor thing, marked forever by your rival. the kissed between you two were hot and left heat dripping through your body. his cock felt heavy between your legs. pushing you to your limit. that was a good future mrs. verstappen. you climaxed, he watched bliss crossed your face as you tensed up then relaxed. your heart hammered in your ears as you laid under him, knees to your chest and over his shoulders while his leaky blunt cock head hit against you.

he came soon after, but even when he stilled to a stop. he kept the position to make sure every last drop knew where to go. now wasn't the time for mishaps. he knew that the condom was fully torn at the tip. there was nothing protecting that pretty cunt of yours.

sorry, schat, that was the game. and as max looked into your dazed eyes, he thought that you didn't mind. when he put your legs down and got you on your stomach.

you whimpered a little and he shushed you with heated kiss. he didn't even try to pretend he changed the condom before he was back to being inside of you. you two had a long night together.

max hungered for a lot of things, but as he listened to your sweet whimper and moans, he hungered for one thing. your cunt happily drooling down his cock.

-

"think he's going to do it?" max asked, his arms crossed over your rounded middle. his head on your shoulder as you both watched your eldest son do a second lap on the track.

you looked at him and replied, "of course he will. he's our son." your son, remko was eight now and had taken to the track like nothing else. maybe max's plan didn't work when he made you retire years earlier due to being pregnant with your son. you would eventually step on the track again, first watching your husband win three more championships and now your son taking an interest in it.

you turned back to your son as he hugged the curves of the track. you worried your bottom lip a little. it was a little too much hugging for your liking. you rubbed your lower back. maybe it was the pregnancy emotions getting to you. making you worry.

your career ended after two championships. something you held with pride. you were married to max now, had a son and expecting another in a few short months. as max rubbed your middle and kissed your cheek. you did get one thing out of it though, a promise from your young son that while he would race under the verstappen last name, he'd happily race under your country's flag.

so while you couldn't bring your nation joy, you'd be nothing but smiles when your son held the flag high in due time. some would've considered that max trapped you with a baby (or rather two). but those same blue eyes and charming smile still lured you in. even though you had your doubts about that night being an 'accident', there was nothing you could really do now. both your boys needed their father.

"i love you." max said, hand wide across your swollen middle.

you looked at him, your rival turned husband. as your son crossed the finish line for his practice, you kissed your husband on the lips. the time of the laps were called and you said to max, "i love you too." then watched your husband pull away to congratulate remko on a good practice.

knowing your luck both of your kids will be in racing. and you knew if max had his way, the entire future grid would have the verstappen last name. <3

[a-skirmish-of-wit-and-lit]

Book Review: Lady of Fortune by Mary Jo Putney

Mary Jo Putney knows how to write a good historical romance, re-released or not, so I was delighted to delve into this one. And I have to say, I wasn't disappointed. This was a light and pleasant romantic respite full of tropes I love, characters I could root for, and a (sort of) forbidden love that traversed social classes.

Christa is a countess who is forced to flee France during the Reign of Terror. After losing her mother and her half-brother, Charles, on the journey to London, she arrives only to find herself penniless. So she does what she thinks she must to provide for herself, and shucks her aristocratic background, with all its titles and privileges, to become a lady's maid.

Sent home on medical leave after years of braving the seas for the British navy, Captain Lord Alex Kingsley is now head of his family and in charge of his two younger siblings. He feels a special responsibility to his sister, Anabelle, who is a shy and unconfident debutante about to enter her first Season. Knowing she's in need of an abigail, he sets out to find her a suitable one. However, before he can start his search in earnest, Christa is thrown - literally thrown - into his arms and in search of such a position herself. Seems like fate, right?

Anyway, it isn't long before Christa earns the favor of the entire Kingsley family. With her sunny disposition, her kindness, and her exceptionally broad intellect, it seems like there is nothing she can't accomplish and no one's heart she can't stir, Alex's especially. With the chasm in their social classes acting as a barrier, will they be able to keep their mutual attraction at bay? Or will love, and Christa's secret about her life, still manage to find a way to bring the walls down?

The characters in this were wonderful. So warm and likable. I also liked that this was written in an omniscient third person perspective, which isn't something I see much in this genre any more, because it allowed me to look in on the story, as well as the romance, as if it were a roll of film slowly unfolding. I think that helped me savor the sweetness of each obstacle being removed between Christa and Alex until they could be together, until they could admit they were in love with each other. I love me some slowburn tension, what can I say?

Special thanks to Kensington Books for the ARC in exchange for my review.

3.5/5 stars

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[newtness532]

i hate having to find something to eat every day, why cant more foods be better so i wont have this problem??

[kkecreads]

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[rene-spade]

Ok but how are the crazy f1 dads with their daughters dating? Who on the grid do they like?

oof this is a loaded ask bc they really are all out of it 😭 they just love their babies fr

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dad! kimi | growing up räikkönen!

FIRST OF ALL kimi doesn’t really vibe with most people in general, let alone anyone who’s trying to get with his little lumienkeli. kimi was lucky to raise a little girl similar to him, who listens when he places a no dating rule lasting until she’s 21 (as far as he knows anyways). despises the guys on the grid trying to get with her; he was one of them once so he thinks of them as animals, especially leclerc who’s known for his brow-raising dating life. also hates pierre but he already didn’t fw him bc he’s french. he is SLIGHTLY more easy going with women around his daughter so any grid guys with girlfriends might have an advantage. he finds that he wants the im-a-dog-and-ill-do-whatever-my-girl-says type for his daughter, but he dislikes unintelligence. he does not like anyone on the grid, but he best tolerates:

mick schumacher!

oscar piastri (+lily)

he vibes with kika okay but hates pierre 💀

bonus! he actually really likes max but his hate/distrust for jos overpowers that so he’s not letting that happen

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dad! jenson | growing up button!

OK SO JENSON is a bit less intense than kimi, however he is much more publicly affectionate with his daughter which means that he has definitely gone on public rants about how no man is good wen enough for his baby. that being said, he is a decent judge of character so he doesn’t hate anyone on the grid. but he gets real serious when he notices people hitting on his baby. this is mostly bc he was def a whore when he was younger so he isn’t quick to trust guys who are living the same lifestyle he was. he kind of turns on dad-mode when he notices anyone eyeing her up. but alas, he raised his own mini-me, who attracts just about everyone, and who likes to flirt back. it takes warming up to, but he can see himself fine with most of the drivers. he most prefers people who are friendly and who didn’t act like him when he was in f1 like:

george russel

daniel ricciardo

lando norris

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dad! fernando | growing up alonso!

NANDO IS DEFINITELY one of those guys who thinks he’s a “cool dad” bc he’s a young father and his daughter is his best friend. but in reality he’s one of those intense, fiercely overprotective dads who have impossibly high expectations for his daughters partner. 100% the type to punch a mechanic for saying gross things about his princesa. he’ll be calm and in a good mood then someone on the grid (or any man ever) mentions his daughter and he’s like 😐. UNLESS! it’s carlos. carlos is the only one who meets his standards, sorry to literally everyone else. but even with carlos, he can be a little stern just to get his point across about not messing with his only child. he just feels the need to personally approve of his daughter’s partner bc he’s hyper-paranoid about someone hurting her. his list looks something like:

carlos sainz!!!

that’s it

i mean if you put a gun to his head maybe max bc he’s a winner but he needs to learn to speak spanish so-

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dad! jos | growing up verstappen! unfortunately

FUCK JOS VERSTAPPEN obviously, however this man is one crazy dad who we have to discuss. his love for his youngest daughter is wild and unpredictable, and it’s very different from the way he treats his other children. his baby has some extreme one-sided beef with him that he’s smart enough to know about, so he isn’t too forceful about bonding, it’s definitely more desperate since max found success in f1 and she sticks with her big brother now. her entire life, he’s never allowed her to date, and when he found out about her first secret bf, he got arrested for trying to kill the kid so. he has IMPOSSIBLY high standards for his daughters partner and definitely wants her to marry within the f1 community, but he hates losers and despises half the grid.

suddenly he’s charles leclerc’s biggest fan !

lewis hamilton but he’ll never admit it

MAYBE carlos sainz

bonus! max obvi likes daniel ricciardo best but jos doesn’t fw him like that

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Ren