#Frans Denys

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Back to the mid-1600s (from top to bottom) -

Woman Washing her Hands by Eglon van der Neer (Mauritshuis - Den Haag, Zuid-Holland, Netherlands). From pubhist.com/w40585 807X1000 @72 309kj.

ca. 1660 Lady playing a lute with a gentleman seated at a table in an interior by Eglon Hendrik van der Neer (Sotheby's - 28Jan16 auction Lot 28)2880X3782 @72 3.3Mj.

1665 La Grande Dame by Eglon Van der Neer (private collection). From Wijimedia; fixed some cracks, spots, & veiling reflections w Pshop 1721X2048 @72 1.7Mj.

ca. 1666-1670 Isabella d'Este by Frans Denys (Galleria Nazionale - Parma, Emilia Romagna, Italy). From tumblr.com/roehenstart; fixed spots w Pshop 1022X1280 @72 394kj.

1669 Woman at a virginal with a cittern on her lap, accompanied by a man by Eglon van der Neer (Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen - Rotterdam, Zuid-Holland, Netherlands). From Wikimedia 2802X3430 @72 2.1Mj.

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Just your usual friendly reminder that it is perfectly ok to block people or have dni lists so long as you don't go harrassing people <333

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𐙚 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄.

ೀ amira speaks.ᐟ : father forgive me for I have sinned— but I regret nothing. first time writing a threesome so I hope I did it well !! 🤧 also,, rightful honourary tags will be all the way below the fic! 💕 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : your boyfriend, Francisco, proposes to you to have a threesome with his friend & cast mate, Esteban. you might be reluctanct at first, but you’ll end up mentally thanking him for coming up with the idea. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 4.5k

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : smut, some fluff. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Francisco Romero x (fem!)Reader x Esteban Kukuriczka

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; threesome, fingering, slight breast/nipple play, tiddy sucking, oral sex (m receiving)/facefucking, handjob, getting cummed in your mouth & having to swallow it, P in V, unprotected sex, creampie, profanity, some praising, them fighting a little bit for your attention (sorry I had to lmaoo).

“Don’t you think it could be fun?”

And yet again, your boyfriend insisted on having a threesome. It seemed that the idea of sharing you somehow thrilled him.

Delicately, your fingers played with strands of his dark blonde hair as his head rested on your lap. Arching your eyebrows, you lowered your gaze — since you were supposed to calmly be watching TV together — to stare at him, only to find him attentively staring back at you with his pretty green eyes.

Several days had passed since Fran first proposed a threesome, but he had been particularly insisting on it since a few days ago. You felt shy at the thought of it, but not uncomfortable — you couldn’t deny, you felt quite intrigued and curious.

“Okay, fine. You might be right, and it could be fun.” you replied, continuing to play with his hair lovingly. “But with who are we going to have a threesome, anyways? I can’t really think of anyone to join us, if I wanted to.” some seconds of silence loomed between you two after your question, no one in particular really came to your mind to have such intimate experience. “Well... I might be able to think of someone,” his words trailed off, quietly.

You raised your eyebrow curiously, awaiting for him to continue. His gaze lingered elsewhere, thinking silently, before going back to stare at you with a meek grin. “Kuku told me many times before that he thought you were a very pretty girl, and that I was lucky to have you, so...” at his comment, you immediatly furrowed your eyebrows, feeling a heated fluster occupy your cheeks, understanding what he tried to imply. You felt reluctanct at the idea of asking Kuku such a thing, but at the same time... He was a good option.

Before you officially began dating Fran, while they were still filming La Sociedad de la Nieve, he had introduced you to his cast mates. All of them were incredibly sweet and fun to be around — but at that moment, you felt particularly attracted to one of them, and that was Esteban Kukuriczka. It was a crush that didn’t last long, as you began dating Fran a short while after crushing on Kuku, and of course, all the love and affection you had to offer, was devotedly given to your now boyfriend.

“Are you... Being for real?” you seemed baffled, dumbfounded. “What if he isn’t into that type of thing, and gets upset at us—” quickly before you could further continue with your objection, Fran shifted positions so instead of having his head resting on your lap, he was sitting next to you, with one of his arms wrapped around your body, pulling you closer to his own.

“I’m certain he won’t decline, trust me.” he continued, “Besides, I know you’d like him to join us. I remember being jealous when you had a crush on him, before we started dating... And now, I don’t mind sharing you with him.” you clicked your tongue at his teasing, failing to hide the growing blush in your cheeks. “And... I also know he’s certainly going to appreciate the fact that I’m willing to share you.” moving your gaze away to avoid his own strong staring, you considered what he had told you.

Both of them were extremely close while, and after filming the movie — Fran knew him much better than you did, and if he said Kuku would accept having joining you for a threesome, you wholeheartedly trusted him. After all, despite being hesitant, you were willing as well to try new experiences. And it was even better if there were two involved with you, rather than just one.

His hand gently moved up and down your arm, caressing it, as you thought quietly to yourself. And it didn’t take you long to consider it, as you turned around once again to stare at him, slightly grinning. The expression on his face resembled that of an eager puppy, knowing you’d most likely accept.

“You know what? Fine,” you began, “I’d very much like him to join us. You can ask him if he wants to.” and with your approval, a sigh of relief escaped from him. Your boyfriend had always been committed to pleasuring you in any possible way that there was, and he was insistent on trying new experience because, eventually, Fran knew you would like them.

“Gracias, mi amor.” cupping both your cheeks firmly, Fran pressed a loving smooch on your forehead, making you widely grin. All that there was left to do now, was send a message to his cast friend, and simply find a proper day where you would all be free.

“You won’t regret it, we will both make sure you are properly taken care of.”

You knew your reluctance would eventually bend into acceptation of the idea of a threesome— and to further develop into genuinely fancying it.

The pounding of your heart increased rapidly, beating loudly against your chest; it made your entire body tremble slightly. As Fran had previously reassured you, Kukuriczka did accept the proposal of joining the two of you for a threesome — and currently, you found yourself in the bed you shared with Francisco... Being pampered in loving kisses and gentle touches by both him, and Kuku.

It felt strange, to have two men thrown entirely at you, showering you with a teasing affection; but you weren’t complaining at all. In fact, you could quite get used to the feeling with no problem at all, as you enjoyed receiving the attention from both of your favourite boys.

Soft groans spurred delicately from your lips. Your eyes were closed, tilting your head to a side as you sweetly, yet fervently kissed Fran; moaning quietly against his lips. His warm hand was under your shirt, possesively caressing one of your breasts, squeezing it and brushing his thumb across your hardened nipple; knowing it was an easy way to get you turned on.

It didn’t help either to feel the elder Argentine man’s thin lips pressing smooches all over the soft spots of your neck, occasionally on your shoulder, as his hand had sneaked inside your underwear, rubbing his fingers across the wet entrance of your pussy in a teasing manner. “Already eager to feel two cocks inside of you, hm?” he teased, feeling his hot breath against your sensitive skin, making you pull briefly from your boyfriend’s lips. “And to think you were making such a fuss of it yesterday, not wanting to get him upset at us— Now, you’re all wet for us.” your boyfriend remarked, smiling proudly, squeezing your breast possesively.

“Shut up.” you muttered in between soft pants, trying to dismiss both as you were being stimulated by them. It seemed as if they enjoyed taking their time with you and playing around, appreciating every single reaction of yours. A crimson tint notoriously occupied your cheeks, spreading across your face at the teasing actions of both men.

Before you, or any of the boys, could say anything else, you felt two fingers abruptly entering deeply into your moist cunt, thrusting gently. “Fuck,” you gasped, spreading your legs wider unconsciously— leaving both men satisfied with your response. For your aching hole, being filled with Kuku’s fingers was a relief.

Initially, his movements inside of you with his digits were careful, appreciating every inch of your inner walls — and it didn’t take too long until both fingers were coated with your slick, working as a lubricant to slide inside of you more easily. Aching for more, you began moving your hips against his fingers, helping him to satisfy you.

“Your boyfriend’s right, you do look so pretty when you’re wet.” a grunt spurred from your lips, trying to think of something coherent to reply, but you felt too fogged by the pleasure you received. You squirmed even more when his lips were pressed against the corner of your lips for a brief moment. “He’ll need to share you with me more often.” something that was both adorable and fun to notice, was just how flustered — and incredibly wetter — you got at the mention of both men talking about you in a sexual manner, being taken care of by both of them.

On the other hand, Fran shamelessly lifted your shirt, leaving both your tits exposed. If there was a part of your body that never failed to fervidly turned him on, those were your breasts — and he adored getting his hands and mouth on them. Faint grunts kept escaping from you as the pace of the fingerfucking increased, and the dark blonde haired Argentine’s mouth took your breast that he had been previously squeezing, moving his hand to your other tit, trying to give as much equal attention to them as possible.

Wet kisses were placed across your aureola, only to then teasingly, leisurely pass his tongue over your stimulated nipple, and he occasionally nibbled on the sensitive skin of your breast. At the feeling, you moved your chest forward, giving him more access to use his mouth. Your hand went to the back of Fran’s head, interwining messily your fingers in between his blonde curls, burying his head on your chest to encourage him further to keep going.

The other man’s fingers began thrusting harder, and faster in and out of you. Your head was slightly thrown back; the sound of your timid moans and the fleshy sound of your pussy being continously stimulated were the only things heard in the room.

“It seems that your boyfriend treats you quite well, doesn’t he?” with his free hand, Kukuriczka delicately took hold of your chin, forcing you to stare into his beautiful brown eyes. Your own wetness oozed out of you, staining your inner thighs — and having Fran’s mouth ravenously taking your breast and kneading the other wasn’t helping at all. You bit your lower lip as you stared at the older man, feeling another one of his fingers slip inside of you. “He’s stretched you so well, that I can fit three fingers inside of you.”

He had been previously given permission to kiss you if the opportunity was presented, and so, he did. Tilting his head softly, Kuku leaned closer to your face, pressing his lips against your own in a delicste manner while his three fingers intensely thrusted inside of you, beginning to hit that sweet spot of yours.

It didn’t take him too long to figure out which spot of your insides was the most vulnerable, as his fingers got further coated with your dripping slick, you arched your back and your moans became loud whimpers — Esteban was going to abuse that one spot as much as he could.

Moaning against his lips as your hips rolled against his fingers, you felt a knot beginning to faintly form on your stomach. “Such a sweet, good girl you are. You must be enjoying all the pampering we are giving you, aren’t you?” he whispered quietly, pulling away from a moment before going back to endearingly kiss you, and all you could do in response, is deeply hum dumbfounded. By the feeling of your inner walls tightening around his digits, it was obvious you would be about to cum.

The hand resting on the back of Fran’s hair tightened it’s grip on his blonde curls, appreciating the blatant feeling of devotion for your tits; having him filling them with kisses, licking, squeezing them, and even some bruising would appear on your skin from all his nibbling and lovebiting.

The gentle kiss you had been giving to your boyfriend’s cast mate was interrupted as you suddenly broke it away, softly gasping. Fran had abruptly stopped from giving any more attention to your breast with his mouth, pulling apart as his green eyes darted towards the other man, and the hand that was pampering your other breast was playfully — and a bit jealously — placed on Kuku’s face to push him away from you.

“That’s my girlfriend, not yours. Don’t get too confident with her.” immediatly with a scoff, Esteban removed Fran’s hand from his face. The younger Argentine possesively wrapped an arm around you, placing his cheek against your own flustered one. “Too bad you agreed to share her with me, and she seems to be quite enjoying all the attention.” you huffed in annoyance at their little childish fight for you, frustrated at how the fingers inside of you stopped thrusting intensely, just when you felt like cumming.

“Just look at how I ruined your girlfriend.” with a soft whimper, the three fingers inside of you were pulled out from your abused cunt only to leave an empty aching space in you— but he proudly showed his fingers entirely coated in your dripping wetness to your boyfriend, and not only that, but as well as the sight of your visibly trembling legs already said enough. It was true you felt ruined by such stimulation, but they both deserved their rightful credits.

The blonde haired Argentine scoffed at the sight, feeling slight jealousy— but it was cute to see him like that, when he was the one to propose a threesome, and now he felt possesive over you. “It’s not like I haven’t left her like that before, and I’ve done a much better job than you!” he retorted, looking at you lovingly with his green eyes, searching for approval. “Haven’t I, cariño?”

Both men fixed their stare on you, making you simply groan out of frustration. You couldn’t care less about their possesiveness over you and their fighting about which one made you wetter— you needed them inside of you, at the same time. They already managed to make you wet enough equally. “I don’t really care, my love.” you replied frankly, with an increasing desperation to feel both of them. “I would appreciate it if you both shut up, and just fuck me for once.”

Either way, they both felt satisfied to hear your answer. They exchanged knowing looks for a brief moment, making your boyfriend grow a wide grin on his lips. In the atmosphere, it still lingered the possesiveness they both felt foe your attention— but they knew just how to take care of the situation. With the brief stare that they exchanged, it was as if they had told each other ‘we’ll see who makes her moan the most’; and it would be like an unspoken, fun little game between them.

“Don’t get too desperate, my love.” Fran, still grinning to himself at your response, nuzzled the tip of his nose against your cheek before placing a tender smooch against it. “We’re getting to that part now.” his gaze lowered to the shorts you wore, moving his hand to slip it under them slightly, teasingly. “Suck him off, now, and I’ll take care of you from behind, in the meantime.”

You quietly whimpered at the feeling of his hot breath against your skin, having his lips continuing to place gentle pecks. All you could do is hum and nod in agreement— you could feel your own underwear getting stickier with your own slick at the thought of being filled with their cocks. The sight of you being so ruined and sensitive at the slightest stimulation they provided to you was such a delight.

“On your knees, then.” the younger Argentine commanded, placing a last kiss on your shoulder before moving away slightly, giving you enough space to shift positions. An overwhelming feeling of shyness took over you, but you felt too fogged by horniness to even focus on the growing timid feeling.

Kukuriczka fixed his own position, softly leaning against the pillows in the bed, spreading his legs wide enough for you to have space to get in between them, as Fran allowed you to settle. Shyly, you crawled closer to the older man, nibbling on your lower lip delicately. Your hands trembled with anticipation, moving them to his pants to remove them.

“I-Is it okay if I take this off?” you meekly asked, looking up at him with puppy eyes. The nervousness you felt was notorious, and beautifully adorable for them. “Why are you even asking, love?” his hand moved to gently stroke your cheek with the back of his index finger, giving his approval for you to continue. A sheepish grin appeared on your lip, feeling your face grow flustered.

With your hands, you leisurely lowered down both his pants, and his underwear. It’s not like you hadn’t sucked off your boyfriend before— you did, many times; but this was another man, and it was another man you had crushed on before. As soon as you managed to remove his lower clothing, your eyes couldn’t help but stare at his hard cock timidly, and dumbfoundedly.

“Like what you see?” as it was obviously expected, he noticed you staring at his thick manhood, and his hand went to stroke your hair affectionately. You nodded vehemently, trying not to stutter. “Y-Yes, I do.” you replied, smiling stupidly to yourself at the way Kuku gently, yet teasingly treated you.

“But it’s not any better than mine, of course.” your boyfriend scoffed from behind of you, making the other man roll his eyes. “We’ll see that.” Kukuriczka answered back, helplessly making you grin at the little fights they had, to either get more of your attention, or praising.

Fran placed himself delicately on top of you, using his lips to place small, tender kisses on your shoulder as one of his hands played with your shorts, and the waistband of your underwear. In the meantime, you slowly wrapped your hand around Kukuriczka’s cock. From it’s tip oozed pre-cum, and your lips placed a small wet kiss on it, staining your lips faintly with the fluids. With your lips, you kept placing small kisses all over the tip, occasionally moving down a bit to spread the kisses further.

Teasingly, at one moment, you slowly passed your tongue through his tip, savouring all the dripping pre-cum. With pride, you smiled to yourself slightly at the feeling of his cock twitching for you, already— along with his soft grunts, and the way he moved his hips forwards needily, eager to have you suck him off.

Tenderly, your hand began moving up and down on his manhood, stroking him. Leaning closer and partly opening your lips, you took him into your mouth. You moved softly down onto his shaft as deep as you could, trying not to choke yourself as your tongue caressed his size, taking him entirely into your mouth. As his hand had been stroking your hair gently, his hand helplessly formed into a grip on your hair, helping you move your head.

“Fuck,” he grunted quietly, throwing his head back. Despite wanting to be as gentle as possible with you, Kukuriczka couldn’t help it— his hand buried you deeper into his cock as his hips moved forwards to make you take him further, while your hand increased the pace in which it stroked his shaft. Gods, you were atrociously good at it; Esteban never doubted it when he thought — and said — Fran was lucky to be your boyfriend.

On the other hand, Fran had already managed to lower down both your shorts, and underwear at the same time. He couldn’t help but notice the way you were dripping wet for both of them. “She’s so good at it, isn’t she?” Fran chirped playfully, noticing how Kuku seemed to enjoy the attention you were currently giving him— and saying he enjoyed it was an understatement.

“And she’s so beautifully dripping wet for our cocks.” those last words, had been whispered against your ear. All you could do in response was needily grunt, as your mouth was filled with the other man’s hardened shaft. A bit desperately, having noticed just how wet you were, he lowered down his own underwear in a swift motion. Just like Kuku, his own cock was erected as well— needy to feel your inner walls milking him ravenously. It didn’t take him long to place it’s tip on your entrance, and delicately slip his shaft inside of you.

The slipping-in of his cock inside of you had been quite easy and smooth, as your slick worked as a lubricant. You were no stranger to the feeling of your boyfriend’s cock, but you couldn’t help but feel pleasantly overwhelmed at the sensation of two cocks filling your holes. In response to his penetration, you grunted against the other dark haired Argentine’s cock, almost choking on it.

“Your girlfriend is such a good girl. Look at how well she can take two cocks at once,” a rosy haze overtook your cheeks as you heard the two men praising you, hearing their ragged breathing in between each words. You briefly pulled apart from Kuku’s cock, leaving a thin trail of saliva as you tried to catch some air, and a whimpered moan spurred from you. You didn’t know whose name to moan first.

Grunts continued to escape from your lips as Fran continously slipped deeper inside of you, and then out. His movements were initially gentle as always, only to become faster & rougher with the passing of the time. Your inner walls so deliciously tightened around the familiar feeling of his cock, making him proudly smile. Barely being able to think, you kept using your hand to masturbate Esteban, feeling fogged at the pleasure being received.

“Your boyfriend is fucking you so well, that you’re forgetting to use that pretty little mouth of yours— aren’t you?” Kukuriczka teased, as his hand moved towards your chin, using his thumb to brush it across your lips. “Keep going, bonita.” he encouraged, his thumb forcing it’s way into your mouth so you would open it, and his cock entered your mouth once again. There was no complaint from your part, as you needily began tasting his shaft again.

Your tongue swirled across his size, releasing some muffled groans as his hips moved in a way that they almost reached your throat, and Fran took a firm hold of your hips, fucking your overstimulated cunt a bit harder. His cock was entirely coated in your cum, causing a faint fleshy sound to echo across the room, along with the moaning and panting of both men, and your own grunts.

A tear threatened to escape from the corner of your eye, doing your best to focus on both giving, and receiving. Kuku moved his hand on the back of your head, interwining his fingers between strands of your hair, burying his cock deeper into your mouth— and you tried to keep up with the motion, trying not to choke as you were burdened with pleasure, your hand as well masturbating him faster. Their moaning became slightly louder, both occasionally muttering your name so beautifully in between pants.

Both their cocks inside of you pulsated heavily, indicating that they were about to cum— and they were going to cum inside you. “F-Fuck, you’re so tight. I-I’m going to cum,” your boyfriend grunted against your ear, feeling how your walls tightened even more firmly around his shaft, placing sloppy kisses all across your neck with his hot breath hitting against your skin. A knot formed inside your own stomach, aching for release, as well as a tighteing fiery feeling in your chest.

Some seconds had passed, with the increasing sound of the moans, praises, and the intensity in which they fucked your mouth and pussy, having you nearly melting between them. And as expected, it didn’t take long until all of you simultaneously came. Your boyfriend firmly pushed himself against you, burying his cock as deep as possible, releasing his own hot seed into your moist inner walls.

The other older Argentine kept your had as still as possible with his hand holding the back of your head, groaning loudly as you felt the warmth of his cum filling your mouth. In the heat of the moment, you didn’t doubt in proudly swallowing all the hot, salty seed— even having slightly pulled apart briefly after he came, with some drops of his cum staining your lips, and chin. You released a muffled groan, feeling their cum filling both your holes, and your own cum being pleasantly released; dripping through your inner thighs, and leaving Fran’s shaft all stained with your slick.

For some seconds after all of you released at the same time, you stood still. Leaving another trail of saliva behind, you pulled apart from Kuku’s cock, catching some air to breathe; panting heavily as your entire body shook with the pleasure that washed over you. While your hand let go of his shaft, with a wet pop, Fran slipped outside of you. It made your insides feel empty, and cold— yet, the feeling of his cum and your own oozing out of your pussy felt satisfying; and it was a sight he always admired for a few seconds with pride.

Weakly, you crawled towards Kuku, whose chest rose and fell continously as he panted, and fell on top of him. Fran did the same as you did, but instead, he gently laid on top of you. His arms were possesively wrapped around your body, placing some loving little kisses all over your shoulder blade, as Esteban placed one of his hands on your arm, and the other one sweetly stroked your hair. You were such a loving, beautiful girl— it made him feel good to know, he could share you with Fran.

Kukuriczka kissed the top of your head as you panted as well, meekly smiling and blushing to yourself while both men filled you with pampering little kisses. “T-This was rather fun, I liked it.” you muttered, as you could feel Fran smiling at your remark while he kept kissing your shoulders, and Kukuriczka grinned as well. “We should do this more often, all of us together.” you continued.

“We should, and we will.” Fran retorted, tracing a mindless shape on your arm with the tip of his finger. “Unless... You are both up for a second round, instead of waiting until next time?”

◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` honourary tags to my darling beloveds.ᐟ

To my sweet love @lady-ashfade, for having accepted to be my beta reader despite not crushing on the actors, nor being part of the fandom. For your constant sweetness, tenderness, how you fangirl along me about my favourite boys (and I with yours!), and for your words of encouragement too. I love you so much, baby!! Thank you for everything we allow to share with each other! 🥺💗

And as well, to my most beloved sweet girls, @luceracastro + @castawaycherry!! You both also encouraged me to write this fic, and always support me on each work I do, and each idea I have for our boys— and also, you girls are both the loveliest, most positive people ever. Me siento tan afortunada de haberlas conocido, gracias por todo el cariño que me dan, y espero devolverles todo ese amor 1000 veces más!! 🥰❤

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Going to talk about the state of Dutch politics again. If you ever pay attention to them, please let it be now.

So like. We're now about 18 hours after the polls closed. The PVV has gained 2 more seats than even the exit polls estimated. The major left-wing parties have both immediately positioned themselves as opposition parties, so unless a big shift happens, the slight hope for a center government is pretty much shot through. We are looking at a (far) right cabinet that is going to do their best to fuck everything up and reverse even the little bits of progress that the past half a dozen or so center-right cabinets still managed to pull off.

And yeah I know that Wilders has been acting like he's going to be "milder" than he's been in the past. And I know that half of what the PVV wants they can't do from a simple constitutional and legal standpoint. But the fact is that they got 37 out of 150 seats. Almost a quarter of our electorate. OVER 2.4 MILLION PEOPLE, are apparently willing to agree with the hateful, islamophobic, racist, queerphobic, climate-denying, insane fucking ideas of Geert Wilders and his PVV. Or at the very least, they're willing to be okay with it. Sure not all of them will agree, but a FUCKING QUARTER OF OUR POPULATION is willing to say "okay yeah I'm fine with you saying those things. I'm fine with you implementing these ideas." And that's not even considering those who voted for other parties that hold similar ideals.

That's the worst part of all this to me. I am dreading a far right government. I am dreading which changes they WILL be able to implement. But above all I'm terrified of knowing that over a quarter of our fucking country is just, okay with it. A quarter of the country is willing to vote for the "less morrocans" guy. A quarter of the country is willing to vote for the guy wanting to ban islam. Wanting to pretty much stop taking in any refugees and sending them all back. Wanting to ban fucking LGBT education and what not. I am not even close to being their primary target. Sure I'm trans and queer and what not. But I'm still white and Dutch. I fear not just for myself. I fear way more for those in this country who look at this election, and see a party who downright says they don't belong here. They will face more hate. And I can't do much about that. But the least I can do is not shut up. I can try and show them that there are still plenty people here who do stand with them. And while I don't agree with him on some things, I do agree with Frans Timmermans in saying that at this point, we need to stand up straight, we need to look at the people who feel they might not belong in this country, and tell them we Have. Their. Backs.

And I know there's more shit going on in the world. I know most people on this site don't care much for Dutch politics. But I need to talk about it for once because honestly it's fucking terrifying. We looked on when Trump got elected. We spread your news on all that. Maybe this once, now our own Trump has pretty much won here, you'll look to our country, and at least, see what's going on. It might not be a war or anything on that order of magnitude. But it still fucking matters

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@socialseasons​ | continued from (x)

John was dead. No matter how many times Ben read and re-read Gregory’s frantic, pleading words, he couldn’t quite wrap his head around them -- couldn’t fathom why the boy believed Francesca needed his help. The malaise was too strong, he’d claimed. She would write home with pleasantries, but refused their mother’s fervent plea to come home and rest. 

But what could he do, Ben wondered? After his departure, he’d promptly cut off all ties with Francesca. Her letters arrived for many months, and despite his yearnings to correspond and keep himself abreast of her life, he’d selfishly discarded them into the fire, not even giving in to the temptation of opening them and reading what laid inside. A little over a year later, the letters finally stopped, and despite the undeniable hole in his heart from the loss of her friendship, he’d deemed their separation for the best. She had a husband now. She would soon have a family...

And now Francesca had nothing. She had no one in that big, empty manor, and despite Ben’s distance and lack of connection to her plight, he couldn’t help but feel responsible. He should’ve been there. He should have never let her face all this alone.

It was this guilt that fueled him into accepting Gregory’s secret invitation. Weeks onboard a cramped ship gave way to a stormy, unpleasant arrival with a chilling sense of foreboding. The wind whipped pellets of rain into his face, and waterlogged his clothes within moments of being on land. It was fitting, Ben thought. He was surely being tested for intervening where he was not welcome -- he was surely being punished with this tragedy of his own making.

By the time Ben pounded on the double doors to Francesca’s manor -- or rather, her husband’s -- it was late afternoon and he was shaking from the chill. Impatient, he shifted between using the door knocker and his fist, banging on the thick oak surface until it opened and revealed a servant with a cautious, disapproving scowl.

“Lady Francesca,” Ben choked out, abruptly lowering his fist. “Please...I need to speak with her.”

He knew he must appear bedraggled and untrustworthy at best, and his suspicions were confirmed once the woman denied him entry. 

“I’m sorry, but her ladyship is not currently admitting any guests,” she said.

She moved to close the doors, but Ben was quick to lodge his foot in between the wooden slabs. “Please,” he begged, “I’ve come out all this way...”

“And I’m sure she’d appreciate that,” the woman coolly said, “but I’m afraid you-”

“I was sent for!” Ben furiously cut in. “Please, you must let me through!” When the woman yet again moved to shut the doors, he used all his body weight to barrel in across the threshold, the servant’s shrill cry rising above the din as Ben breathlessly shouted, “Frannie! Fran, it’s me... Please. You must come down here!”

“Sir, please!” the woman growled. “If you don’t leave right this instant, I will have you thrown out by force!”

The commotion finally seemed to rouse someone’s attention. A woman appeared at the top of the staircase, and both Ben and the servant stopped in their tracks, the former feeling as though an awl had punctured him right between the ribs. It was her... It couldn’t be, and yet it was. The weight of womanhood carved itself across Francesca’s features, soft and refined, yet grief had mellowed out some of the brightness in her smile and the sparkle in her eyes. She was no longer sweet and carefree -- she was no longer a child, naïve and at fate’s mercy.

Finally, something seemed to register in Francesca’s face, and then she came rushing down the steps to meet him, her arms flinging around his neck and holding on tight. Forgotten was their small audience, and Ben stooped to properly embrace her, a lump in his throat as he passed his fingers through her hair and closed his eyes. “I’m so sorry,” he choked out. Please forgive me. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

Words failed him in that moment -- after all, what could he say to a friend he’d so heinously abandoned? -- and pressing a kiss to her temple, he finally settled on asking what happened. Francesca went rigid against him, and her silence tore his heartstrings akin to knives as she lowered down to her proper height, her eyes scanning his face with clear confusion.

“Your husband,” Ben weakly explained. “Frannie, I didn’t know... Why didn’t you tell me?” 

You know exactly why. 

Pressing his lips inward, shame bled across his features and he swallowed, suddenly unable to return her gaze. “I...I don’t know what to say,” he finally admitted. It was true. He didn’t know what to say, and as tears filled his eyes, he was suddenly grateful to the rainwater masking his emotional turmoil. It was her -- it was really, truly her -- and somehow, it hurt nearly as much to have Francesca there with him as it did to be apart. Her hands were clasped in his own, and yet the weight of them didn’t feel real...couldn’t be real.

And then just like that, she pulled away from him. It was as though a curtain had been drawn, promptly closing off the warmth in her face as she reverted back to something colder, proper and guarded. Don’t hide from me, he wanted to plead, and yet he knew the sentiment was laughable. Had that not been what he, himself had done over the past four years? He’d once told Francesca she taught him not to run from his problems -- that he needed to face them -- and yet Ben was still running, even now.

While Francesca fussed over his wet clothes, he finally felt the chill in the significantly warmer foyer and shivered, guilt ribboning through him upon her question.

“I didn’t wish to be presumptuous,” he said, “so I do have an inn I can return to, should you prefer it. Caleb helped me with my last minute travels, so he’s presently staying there.” Wiping the rainwater from his face, Ben offered a feeble smile and quipped, “You know, all those years ago during your debut, you had quite the stunning entrance. I suppose I was well overdue.” In more ways than one.

Once Mary had left to prepare his room, Ben reached down and took hold of Francesca’s hand, his heart in his throat as he gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’ll stay,” he finally agreed. “For as long as you need me.”

[laun-sina]

FRAN X C.C. || FALLIN' FOR YA I know I shouldn't but I I just can't stop myself from Falling for ya, falling for ya Can't hold on any longer And now I'm falling for you

after how many years of drought i finally found time to make some edits for my favorite duo! AAAA, you can't deny the Gayze in cc's eyes once she saw fran i mean??? hello hello??? HAHAH i hope you guys like this short little thing for the francc fandom <3

disclaimer: i do not own any of the clips used in the video. the video is made for entertainment purposes only, no copyright infringement is intended. all rights belong to the nanny. :>

audio credits: remyhvdley

[rottenraccoons]

Let’s say hypothetically…vesper wanted a hug. A nice long hug. We know cirrus would give them one, and I would assume Fran would too. But what about Keir and Oleander?

Keir If he's asked for a hug, he'll give a hug. He's not a natural hugger, but he knows he's pretty good at it.

Oleander Of course! He's even less of a natural hugger than Keir, but if someone is asking for a hug they probably really need it, and he's not going to deny someone in need.

(and you're right with Fran, he will absolutely hug.)

[mlmxreader]

Public Toilets | Bane x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ anonymous asked: May I please give you a request to use the following prompts for big tiddy Bane X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader:

“You need to let go, and to have some fun” ❞

: ̗̀➛ Bane isn't keen on things like clubbing and being in public, he gets tense and worked up... but luckily, you know just to calm him down

: ̗̀➛ spit as lube, anal sex, swearing, Masturbation, anal fingering, public sex, Daddy kink, praise kink

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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The underground club scene was alive and well within Gotham; villains mingled with heroes and both danced and drank with the everyday Joe who needed to let loose after work. It didn't matter who they were. The club scene had something for everyone; harsh and loud dance music, even harsher and louder metal.

Everything in between. You weren't really sure how you managed to drag Bane along with you, given his distaste for public appearances when he was a more than wanted man, and you couldn't really blame him.

But he was there with you, keeping his heavy hand on your shoulder to make sure you didn't get separated from each other; heavily breathing through his mask as the heat started to get to him a little more than he first expected.

But you were so keen, he couldn't deny you. Bane could never tell you no when you wanted something, always bowing to a flash of the puppy dog eyes, or the slight whimper in your voice. Bane could never say no to you, even if he tried.

But he was tense, and you couldn't help but to notice as you dragged him into one of the toilet cubicles, your hands on his chest as he stood against the door.

"Bane?"

"Mm."

You tilted your head to the side slightly, raising your brows. "You alright?"

He shrugged, he didn't want to ruin your night and he wanted to at least try and have fun. "I'm fine, little one."

"You're tense," you pointed out, hands on his arms as you gently squeezed the thick muscles. "You need to let go, and to have some fun - trust me, yeah?"

He nodded slowly. "Always, little one."

Slowly, you guided him around until he sat on the toilet with his legs spread; you eyed his lap hungrily, licking your lips before you swallowed thickly and dropped to your knees between his legs.

His breath hitched, and he growled out a soft huff of your name under his breath; he resisted the urge to cup your jaw in his hand and force his thumb between your lips.

"What are you thinking?"

You grinned, looking at his crotch for a moment. "I was thinking I might know a way to help you relax."

"And what do you suggest?"

"Well, there's two options," you told him. "Either, you could fuck me, or you could fuck my mouth."

Bane grumbled under his breath. "I want you on my lap, little one."

You nodded, getting up off of your knees and dropping your trousers; Bane followed suit, sitting back down and giving his cock a good hard few strokes as he took in the sight of your body.

Watching as you copied him and started touching yourself. He got you to spit on his hand so he could make his cock a little more slick; you did it again as you started to finger your ass.

Bane was entranced, and when you told him that you were ready, he almost sprang to his feet.

"Are you still up for it?" He asked with a soft growl.

You nodded eagerly, bracing yourself against the door. "More than."

Slowly, Bane thrust into you, making you moan loudly; his hand went to your mouth, covering it so nobody could hear as he started to rock his hips against you, losing himself a little in how you pushed back against him.

Fuck. You felt so good.

He was so big, and so thick, you thought he was going to tear you open but you didn't want him to stop; he was still gentle, though, grunting softly in your ear as he pressed his cold mask to your skin.

Shivering, you moaned loudly against his hand, closing your eyes tightly. Fuck. With the added risk of getting caught so easily, you couldn't deny that you knew you wouldn't last long; frantically and desperately trying to fuck yourself against his cock.

Far from the usual talkative sex that you usually had. No, this was just pure lust.

"You're being so good," Bane grunted out quietly. "So, so good for me, little one."

"Daddy…" you murmured, rolling your hips. Your ass clenching around him and only spurring him on even more. "Please… fuck."

Bane's eyes rolled into the back of his head for a second, nearly letting go of your mouth in the process; but he was quick to come back to his senses, steadying himself with a hand on your hip as he rammed into you and started to thrust harder and faster.

Your muffled moans and begs for him to keep going only made him try and go as hard and fast as he possibly could. Wanting nothing more than to make you cum and to fill your ass with his own.

Fuck. The thought of stuffing you with his cum made him growl as he let go of your hip, focusing his attention on touching you instead.

"I wanna cum," you whimpered against his hand.

"When you're ready, little one," he told you firmly. "When you want to."

You nodded, losing yourself in the thrusting and the soft praises for a moment before you finally felt it happen; freezing up for a second as you gasped his name. Pleasure washing over you as your toes curled and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Oh, fuck.

It only made Bane's resolve crumble as he finally came in you; he kept fucking you, not caring as he stuffed as much of it into you as he could. Claiming you completely. Fuck. Oh, fuck.

Bane kept going until he could feel himself soften, clearing his throat as he sat down for a moment and used the toilet paper to clean his cock; he stole a look at you, admiring his masterpiece.

"You know," he mused. "I really do feel a lot less tense."

You were still bracing yourself against the door, grinning as you panted heavily, trying to catch your breath; your legs were shaking, but you could nod as you laughed softly. "That's alright, then."

[the-s1lly-corner]

Welcome to the cringe corner! (Masterlists at bottom)

Here you can find various content for characters of several different fandoms! This is a multi fandom blog, constantly cycling through fixiations thanks to the Admin constantly going through different interests

With that out of the way, below the cut you can find more information about the Admin, as well as the blog itself

About the Admin and Blog

Hello hello! I'm the Admin, I use (they/he/it) pronouns! For years I have read and consumed canon x reader insert content, and decided it's about time I give back to the community!

This is a multi fandom blog, with the blog changing with my interests! by default, though, Creepypasta is what I write when no interest is pushing me enough to right (and will continue to be the default for the foreseeable future, thanks to the fandom playing such a large role in my childhood)

This blog mainly focuses on short lists of headcannons for reader inserts, however occasionally scenarios will be posted as well as general headcannons!

I must say, I am not the best writer nor am I the best with characterization, so please note that some characters may be OOC

Below you can find what I write!

What I will write:

As of 12/24/23 I only take 1-3 characters per ask; any ask that exceeds that number will be put in the wheel to draw names to see who stays in the request

I write platonic, romantic, and found family

I will write most (descriptive)!readers however overly complex readers may be denied depending on the scenario

Typically I write hcs and scenarios!

You can ask for readers that are disabled or have a disorder but please note that while I will do research, I may not be able to get it perfect <\3

What I wont write:

Wont write any of the general no-no topics

This is more of a case by case thing depending on the ask and depending on my mental health at the time of it being sent, but I may not take requests for a reader who has been abvsed or s/hs

^ on the chance I do it will likely only be written as non vague/the harm is not being described in real time in the post + will be written strictly as comfort

I do not write NSFW, at most I will elude to something but nothing explicit

I do not write fics, those are for special occasion

I do not write canon x oc, due to me not feeling I can reliably portray the oc + this is where the overly complex described reader thing comes in, please do not try to trick me into this

As of December 2023 I do not take readers based off of existing media/canon characters unless I already know a character

If theres anything I'm not comfortable with I will let you know be it privately or by answering your ask

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Only send asks through the inbox, any asks sent through reblogs comments or dms will not be taken

Please only request one fandom per ask, if you want multiple fandoms please send in multiple asks

Please search the Masterlists to see if something similar to your request has been done before

I tend to write things and put them in a queue so as not to spam tags or the blog, so if your request is taking a new days to be posted that may be why! If you want to know what day your request is scheduled to be posted just ask!

Fandoms I write for/have written for! Will try to keep this updated!

Creepypasta (ongoing)

The Amazing digital circus (temporarily open)

Hazbin Hotel (ongoing)

Slashers (limited, temporarily open only for jason)

Overwatch (on hold)

ATSV (on hold, only wrote for spot)

TOH (on hold, only wrote for bump)

FNAF SB (temporarily open, only write for DCA)

Metalocalypse (ongoing and trying to get a hold on the characters personalities!)

Fran bow (mostly itward. Him, morgo, and remor are the only ones I write romantic and platonic for. Rest of the games casts is locked to platonic for obvious reasons)

LIST OF MASTERLISTS

Masterlist of ATSV, TOH, Overwatch and Fran Bow

Masterlist for FNAF SB, Slashers, and Metalocalypse

Masterlist for Creepypasta Volume 1

Masterlist for Creepypasta Volume 2

TADC Masterlist Volume 1

TADC Masterlist Volume 2

TADC Masterlist Volume 3

TADC Masterlist Volume 4

Hazbin Masterlist

The tropes list

[luceracastro]

helloooo! first of all, i love your writing so so so much! love the switch between the english and the spanish

i’m in my first year of university and i’m studying geology but i have a lot of math, programming and chemistry and physics (besides the “rock subjects”)

so, based on that (self-inserted cof cof) could i request headcanons or a oneshot with the cast (lsdln - enzo/matias/kuku/fran/blas/agus pardella) and fem!reader that is a STEAM student (she’s extremely intelligent, entered first on the course she wanted, on the university she wanted) but she’s going through a rought patch and entering the burn-out phase? really needing a comfort fic rn tbh 😅

love everything you write! muchos abrazos 🫂🫶🏼

The boys comforting you when you feel stressed from school head-cannons

(Enzo/Matías/Kuku/Fran/Blas/Agua paradella) x fem!reader

A/n: Omg Anon I am so happy you requested this I literally had lots of fun thinking and writing about this! I do hope school gets better my love I know it can sometimes be super stressful but I do hope this cheers you up love!

Summary: How would the boys act when you feel stressed or struggle with school

Enzo

I feel like he would notice something was up when you were completely quiet and not as smiley or energetic as before, how you’d looks down at your assignments and computer with a gloom expression but he couldn’t understand why, you were passionate about your work so what happened?

He realized what was up when you loudly groaned and slammed your computer shut walking to your room, so he decided to talk to you about it

Of course he’d be there for you, talk to you, encourage you but still respected your feelings and stress and kept awareness to it

He’s take you out to your favorite cafe to study and order you your favorite drink and pastry, sit with you and encourage you when you felt like something was too hard

He would even make you relaxation tea and get you or make you your favorite food when you felt too overwhelmed and needed a break

Overall it soon passed and you realized his comfort and help was super helpful in those times

Matías

He honestly would be clueless as your demeanor at first, until sooner than later he gets the clear clues

He tries to convince you that maybe all you need is some sleep and you deny until he coaxes you into bed with him, he gives you soft comforting back scratches and you do fall asleep

He takes the time to make you your favorite foods and once you wake he feeds you which honesty does lift your mood up

Then he prepares you both mate and sits with you at the table working on your school work, he isn’t a STEM genius like you but his support and encouragement is more than enough

Before your lectures the next day he sends you off with a loving kiss and encouragement and he is there to pick you up right after with your favorite drink and takes you to get a bite to eat

He is there every step of the way helping you and encouraging you that soon that burnout feeling passes

Kuku

Well Kuku of course was a little older than you, and he didn’t know much about what you studied about but he was super supportive

He noticed you were stressed and just didn’t have the same passion about school like you did before and no way in hell would he allow that

He planned these study dates, you’d both go to this chill cafe near your shared apartment where he’d order a number of pastries and coffee or good looking drinks and you’d be more in the mood

He would stay up late with you encouraging you to work on your assignments and he would even try looking up online YouTube lessons (it wasn’t very successful except one time and it was brief but he tried)

Once you came home with a good grade he’d be over the top excited and that alone will slowly encourage you back into your passion for school and your major especially when you both talk more about it

Fran

Fran definitely was very observant and already knew what was going on, he was worried but knew it was time to step in when it was visible that this had a mental affect on you

He had sat down with you to talk, once you explained the burnout feeling you were getting he looked over some tips online, usually relaxation and some healthy environment to study in could help so he figured that out

He planned a relaxation trip to the spa then cooked you your favorite food along with a sweet treat of your choice

Then he had made you a relaxing studying environment by tidying up your shared apartment, making you some relaxation tea and lighting candles setting your stuff out so you could work on your assignments (he did his best)

He would sit with you as you worked and once he saw your frustration he would demand you take a break to breath and get your thoughts straight

Overall Fran was helpful in many ways!

Blas

Blas and you were completely different academically

He went to school for acting while you were a STEM girly so he took pride in having such a intelligent and great girlfriend

That meant taking care of you when he noticed it was beginning to be too much for you

He would try his best to comfort you, buying you your favorite treats and accompanying you to the library

He would his stick notes with nice motivational messages in your books and when you school got a bit too hard you would look back on your sticky notes

He would sit with you and even look through your notes and books to try and understand to help you out later on

Blas was a sweetheart who wanted to help anyway he could and overall it worked out amazing

Agus Paradella

Of course he was older than you (like kuku kinda) but he tried his best to understand your major because the only recollection of it was what he learned in his science classes in Highschool

But he was proud of you nonetheless and tried to help you since he took notice of your change in attitude and when you mentioned the burnout feeling it broke his heart

So he helped you by accompanying you to the library, coffee shop, or even a clam park that you liked visiting to do your school work

He would drop and pick you off from classes and take you home, he would sit with you until you finished your work and encourage you nonstop

Sometimes he would make you take mental breaks and pull out his guitar to sing, he would make you laugh anything to see you smile

He was supportive and encouraging during the whole thing and it was the most helpful thing anyone had ever done for you!

A/n: I LOVED WRITING THIS OMG!!!! LET ME KNOW IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO REQUEST ANYTHING!

[bredforloyalty]

Hii would you like to share your favourite fics?? In any fandoms tbh i just trust your taste a lot 🫣

oh i am an animal i don't think i have good taste i have the taste of someone who's always horny and a teeeeny tiny bit fucked in the head jcsgbhy but i'm honored you asked and i'll share<33 you said you don't care if it's more smut or more plot so i didn't worry too much about that 👍

first off, a warning: most of these are explicit, involve incest, rape, child sexual abuse, and more!!! also most of them are on the shorter side + all are male slash! you'll be able to tell based on the pairing and the concept (i'll describe them a little) so just go by common sense and, idk. beware ahaha i'll go from some pairings to assorted and then the rick and morty ones will be under the read more (i feel like i can't leave them out because some of them genuinely made me insane and changed me as a person or allowed me catharsis like very very few fics before and even though it's repulsive to most others i can't deny that. there are big favorites in there. favorites of all time if i'm being fully honest). let's go..

gcest:

ghost dancer - by the lovely and talented rye @ supersonic1994!!!! noel overdoses on coke. i looove the image of kissing your brother when you think you're about to lose him forever,, does that make sense? love is love is love when one is desperate and if it's deep then it can transcend taboos and boundaries of self and all that shit. you know

things we never see - told through jill furmanovsky, their photographer, noel comes back (after they had almost broken up and he went to san fran without telling anyone). when it comes to them i do love an outsider pov. speaking of outsider pov,

you never notice you are blind - five times alan mcgee thinks he catches something between them and one time he definitely does. it is what it is

i don't really want to know - Nawt consensual, made me a bit sad hehe liam is not sick like him

some that are like, unhealthy jealousy possessiveness dubcon angst and so on: sins like scarlet, fishhook, what am i gonna dream now

samdean:

hungry til well fed - by the wonderful bug @ deanjohn (and mandymovie)!!! iconic cannibalism fic, just so them

brighter wound - wound blood pain codependency babeyyy

take the things you love - hathfrozen is iconic also.. i loved the heaven fic (you'll find it. if you want) but i want to share this because i like how conflicted sam is about their relationship and about the way dean treats him. smutty though

manhattan for beads - what i wrote down is this is the one where they try and it doesn't work and it's heartbreaking. so yeah candle_beck can be trusted w spn, iconic too

serpent round your heart - one of the first ones i read haha ^^

deanjohn:

where the evening splits in half - bug fic also!! all of bug's fics are great do check them out if you're interested in this pairing or dadson at all, seriously.. "Sam says, "I know how you felt about the man." No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t know that Dad was a pig. He has no idea how far down Dean was in the mud with him. How dirty they both were, how much Dad ruined him."

midnight midnight - first time, dean hooks up with men so john can take blackmail pics and he gets jealous and yeah, hooray

and you learn how to settle for what you get - sex again but they're fucked up so it's always fucked up. dean never asked for it

waltjesse:

like i'm underwater - by the amazing @ kuleaxoxo!! yayyy power imbalance!! "Mister White's showing him off, isn't he?"

monaco - jesse gifts walt the watch. dubcon

i'm asking you to - rape roleplay, ignored safeword

others:

countercontrol - terence fletcher/andrew neiman, "Andrew leaves; but he always comes back. He likes to think that it’s of his own accord. But then he thinks of those paintings of staircases with the optical illusion of the stairs going nowhere except winding into each other, going the same place again and again, and ultimately going nowhere."

beach fag - roman roy/jeryd mencken, "Roman wishes he was a kid with an adult boyfriend."

the serpent under it - aaron stampler/martin vail, look i fucking love primal fear this is post-canon they get together etc. important to me

simple pleasures - edward nygma/bruce wayne, this is a big favorite i can't leave it out because when this was um coming out i was fucking obsessed. it's long i don't even read long fics

there's a head in the refrigerator - michael afton/william afton, this one's sort of self-explanatory..... i felt we needed necrophilia representation here

rick and morty:

bitter and begging - FAVE.. after the jealousy and possessiveness in vindicators 3 (the episode with the avengers copies that morty is enamoured with. who rick slaughters when he's off his shit and then covertly confesses how much he loves morty basically). this one really got me i think i cried because it's all so sad but um. full of love

that's my boy - this is the first of a series, i like that it's the start of.. the sexual abuse and they're still uncertain like i enjoy the in-betweens and when lines are crossed

love is a solitary thing - this one i love so much, it's about morty's fantasies and unrequited feelings for rick

safe - gen, morty starts talking with another morty whose rick rescues mortys from abusive ricks. i always really liked how the multiverse is like a prism? you can explore the different facets of their relationship and the possibilities and the extremes through it, you can have your characters meet their worst and their best versions, i just think selves from different dimensions are a great tool. in storytelling. and eliciting emotions. anyway rovingotter is fucking solid here

hands - a favorite.. the atmosphere... "He wonders if he'll still be sitting here in ten years, handing Rick his screwdrivers, feeling that hot instinctive rush of pleasure at knowing what Rick is going to ask from him before he even asks: bred for it."

the shape you made me - morty's stream of consciousness. i usually don't give stuff like this a chance but when i tell you that this affected me. because fuck it did affect me

the damage has been done - um..... internal cardiac massage fic 🥴

repurposed - "Is it ethical to leave the horrors of the universe at a boy's fingertips?"

and last but NOT least there's this series that i haven't read in full, just a little bit broken, that fucking killed me. tbh! i sobbed at some parts legitimately. maybe that's just on me i don't know maybe it isn't. the first 5 are crazy. admittedly alcoholism runs in my family too (lol!) and their relationship is so tragic.... this fic is about when rick quite literally stole the kid's dreams, concocted an entire plan to erode morty's love of heists and make him stop writing his heist movie script (and having any aspirations or plans outside of rick). when i watched that episode these are exactly the emotions i wanted more of.. it's madness......

[madame-fear]

𐙚 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒.

part one | part two.

ೀ amira speaks! : pretty much self-indulgent. kinda based on the song “shameless” by camila cabello. for some reason,, i adore the idea of older brother!Matías being your emotional support coach AHSHDJK ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : jealousy can terribly fog your clarity, becoming oblivious to the way your best friend — who also happens to be your crush — feels about you. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 2.3k.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : friends to lovers, fluff, a bit of oblivious mutual pining. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Francisco Romero x Recalt!Reader. ( this part is mostly about Matías encouraging you to talk to Fran about your feelings lmao )

If there was one particular thing you were undoubtedly good at, was at gnawing your own mind continously with jealousy.

Jealousy was the worst of your enemies— one you knew well, and dreaded the most. With the sappy feelings that appeared the moment you had a new crush, along came the bitterness jealousy and insecurity. At the slightest situation where you felt as if you were about to lose an opportunity with your new crush, jealousy immediatly took a toll on you.

It didn’t feel easy to deal with it, leading you to avoid every situation that could potentially be overwhelming— but sometimes, it was inevitable to be faced with those situations that piqued the familiar sensation of bitterness.

Gods, now you wondered why you had decided to go to a big party with Fran instead of doing something else together? But it wasn’t like you could be in control of every single situation surrounding both of you, or even control your own emotions, anyways.

You met Fran the very first time you went to visit your older brother, Matías, in the filming set of “La Sociedad de la Nieve”. You had met all of your brother’s cast mates, but the blonde haired Argentine was the one you clicked the most with— his endearing, loving & charismatic personality was captivating, and it didn’t take long until he became your closest best friend... And your crush, too.

Everyone around you noticed the intense crush you had on Fran. Matías particularly always teased you by mentioning that you were quite blatant with your feelings, and while you tried to dismiss his sayings, it was true— it was as if you nearly had heart eyes for the blonde, giggling and smiling to yourself at the slightest glimpse you caught of him.

Your brother insisted that Fran felt the same way towards you, that it was more than obvious he was enamoured with you, but you vehemently denied it. The idea of him reciprocating your feelings seemed impossible, and with each passing day, the thought of it was even more farfetched.

Now, you felt at the brink of losing your shit. The only thing that constantly replayed on your mind was the — practically abrupt — showcase of emotions you had after seeing Fran talking closely and laughing with another girl at a party you both attended, only to then lie about not feeling quite well, and dragging him out of there with you.

Ever since, you couldn’t get the image of him and another girl out of your mind, and you had barely texted him. The rational portion of your mind argued that the interaction between them meant nothing; it was just a friendly, casual conversation. Besides, Fran could befriend and talk with whomever he desired— you shouldn’t even be getting in the way.

But the irrational portion of your mind, which seemed to win a greater part of your thoughts, overwhelmed you with the idea of him fancying someone else, feeling as if the slight opportunity you had to be with him slipped away from your hands.

Faint breeze constantly hit against your features. Quietly, you sat on a chair you placed in the balcony of your apartment, having fixed your gaze on the sky that contained a rich orange tone mixed with a rosy haze. The silence of the moment while you drowned in your own thoughts was suddenly interrupted when you heard your phone ringing on your pocket.

Taking the phone out of your pocket, staring quickly at the screen, you saw your brother calling you. Most of the time you texted each other, only calling or getting called if there was an emergency, or anything urgent at all. “Yes?” you picked up the call, awaiting him to speak— you supposed something must’ve happened for him to call you out of nowhere.

Brief silence loomed from the other side of the line.

“Code Blondie,” for some reason, you could almost hear him smiling while speaking. Code Blondie was the code you both agreed you’d use to start a conversation about Fran, or refer to him discreetly in public. It was a silly little thing you had always done with your brother, as he was the one you gushed about your crushes with, and the one you vented to about your heartbreaks.

Inhaling deeply,, you then released a loud sigh. The bitter, almost poisonous feeling of your own thoughts dreadfully consumming you had returned, after fading away for several seconds. The mere mention of anything related to him bought you back to how you had been feelings the previous days, and at the current moment. You furrowed your eyebrows, and before you could even respond, he continued.

“Somebody’s been asking for you,” Matías was definitely smiling to himself while talking from the other side of the line. “Your boyfriend seemed almost desperate. He said he was concerned about you.” you placed your arm on the armholder of the chair, using your fist to hold your face.

You thought you had been behaving as normal as you could with Fran, because for some reason, you could barely be with, or talk to him without remembering what you saw, or even getting your toxic feelings hauntingly coming back to you. You weren’t mad at Fran, were you? You didn’t even know why you would be mad at him... You should be mad at yourself for acting this way. One thing you knew, was that you felt confused about everything.

“What... What do you mean, concerned about me?” you inquired, remaining with your eyebrows furrowed. “Matías, what did he tell you?” a scoff was heard coming from your brother. You felt that awaiting for his response was an eternity— the moment itself felt like an eternity.

While you were still troubled yourself at the hands of your own bitter jealousy, you did feel worried about having accidentally made Fran feel bad without him even knowing what he did for you to react this way. Perhaps you hadn’t been so discreet, after all.

“Fran told me, he was afraid you might be angry at him and asked how you had been doing... For some reason?” instead of having been debating to yourself whether or not to tell your brother about this, you should’ve done it straight away, and you would surely have avoided yourself a great deal of this upcoming conversation. You always told Matías literally everything, but you hadn’t told him about this moment.

“Now I need to know, what the fuck happened between the two of you? I didn’t even know what to answer him!” he asked in a teasing manner, “You didn’t tell me about this one, sis.” no, you hadn’t. All you could do, was pinch the bridge of your nose as you closed your eyes. Sooner or later, you would have to get your shit together and toss your own emotions through the window as well.

You wouldn’t have expected Fran to ask your brother about you, and to think you were angry at him. If anything, you were only angry at yourself for acting in such a childish way. Not only you dragged him out of that party with the excuse that you weren’t feeling well, but also fell practically silent the entire ride back to your home, and dismissed any help he offered. Fuck— jealousy ruined you.

“No, I didn’t. I’ve been gnawing my own mind with stupid little thoughts and forgot to tell you.” you replied honestly, rubbing your face out of frustration, before allowing the weight of your head to fall against your palm. “Oh God, this situation is so stupid— but remember the other day, that I told you that I was going out with him to a party?” Matías hummed in response, allowing you to continue.

“Well... To summarise it, I lost him amidst the crowd at one moment, and when I found him, he was talking closely and laughing with another girl...” your words drifted off for a second, “I got jealous, so I told him that I wanted to go home because I wasn’t feeling well and dragged him away with me,” now that you told Mati about the situation, you felt slightly embarrassed about your abrupt display of emotions over something so small and silly.

“I kind of fell silent the entire ride back home, and... barely spoke to him ever since, because I can’t help but constantly think about him being with another girl.” as soon as you finished explaining, you nibbled your lower lip anxiously. No matter how silly the situation was, you found comfort everytime you remembered that your brother was sort of your emotional support coach.

Matías scoffed after you finished talking. Gods, you were oblivious.

“Sos re boluda mal, vos.” you were used to having Matías call you like that playfully. You teasingly called him “boludo” and “pelotudo”, and instead, he called you the same way. In response, you rolled your eyes. “Seriously, how oblivious can you be about it?” his tone seemed a bit more serious, making you attentively listen to him, curiously.

“Can’t you see how enamoured he is for you? Woman, he stares at you with heart eyes— and you got jealous because he spoke with another girl for a short while?” you shook your head, muttering a soft “no” under your breath. Perhaps Matías was trying to make you feel less bad, but the idea of Fran reciprocating your feelings didn’t fit in your head— you were in a vehement denial.

“Mati, no. I don’t think Fran sees me that way—” before you could continue objecting against his statements, Matías interrupted you. “My God, you are blind. EVERYONE from the set knows, and can see, that he looks like a little schoolgirl in love whenever you’re around.” you fell silent, as a rosy haze spread across your cheeks. “We tease him all the time about you. Somehow, Fran manages to bring you up in every possible conversation topic we have with him.”

The only thing you could do, was remain silent as he spoke. Matías never lied to you about a single thing— and you doubted he would be lying to you about this particular situation, which was something you knew you were wholeheartedly serious about. Besides, he knew what he was talking about. Hearing him talk about this felt enlightening, in a way— the mental fog blinding your clarity fading away.

“Ask any of the other boys about this, and they will tell you the exact same thing I’m telling you now.” he continued, “The man smiles to himself and becomes flustered at the slightest mention about you, or glimpse of you!” it truly was unbelievable how oblivious you were to the situation.

“Besides, can’t you see how painfully clingy Fran is witu you? I once teased him by telling him that I would kick his ass if he tried anything funny with you. He’s an idiot who won’t stop talking about you, and fixes his stare on you whenever you’re near.” Matías scoffed, making you helplessly smile to yourself.

“You nearly had him crawling on his hands and knees, all afraid of having made you upset— and you are beating yourself wondering if he feels the same?” maybe your brother was right. Your brain had a thing to make obvious things escape from you. A sigh of relief spurred from your lips, feeling a burden on your back immediatly disappear. “I think you might be right, Mati. But what do I even do now?”

“Of course I’m right. I always am.” a cocky piece of shit, he was— but a good emotional coach, and brother, for sure. “What you’re going to do now, is you are going to hang up on me, and you will send Fran a message immediatly telling him you want to see him.” you sighed, shaking your head. How would you do that? It felt terribly awkward to send him a message out of nowhere, telling him you wanted to see him.

“And say what, exactly? “Sorry for being distant, I felt jealous because you slightly paid attention to another girl that wasn’t me?””

“Yes.”

“No! Matías, I can’t do that—”

“Shut up, yes you can. Say it just like that, or find a polite way of doing it, whatever.” you wished you could be as shameless as your brother was. “Don’t fret too much, Fran will probably find it endearing.” before being able to protest about anything, he continued to speak. “Anyways, I already told him to send you a message because you were free today and wanted to meet with him, so he surely beat you to it already.”

“You fucking did what?!—”

“Yeah, I did. Bye, good luck, and let me know how it goes!” the phone clicked. He hung up before you could threaten to strangle him.

As a soft click sound was heard from the phone line, you took your device off your ear. You adored your brother to no end, he always knew how to motivate you to do things you were afraid of doing— but this time, you felt as if you had been pushed right into confronting Fran about your feelings.

The phone vibrated on your hand. You had new text messages.

Unlocking your phone, you scrolled downwards on the screen to check all the notifications you had. And just like Matías had predicted, you had three new messages from Fran. The pounding of your heartbeat increased abruptly, almost as if you could spit your heart right out from your mouth.

Frani 🧚‍♂️💗: gooordiiiis Frani 🧚‍♂️💗: are you free right now? Frani 🧚‍♂️💗: Mati said you were, and I would like to spend some time with you 💘

Fuck. If you could teletransport to where youe brother was, you would repeatedly, and very violently, hit him in the face with at least a pillow for pushing you into this situation. You couldn’t avoid the blonde haired Argentine for ever, and why were you avoiding him for something related to your own feelings, anyways?

But, considering all the things your brother had just told you, and him being the person you trusted the most— perhaps, this was your opportunity to free yourself from all the things picking on your mind. And hopefully, they would go as planned.

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