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SoCal to NorCal - Chapter 1: Malibu

Series Masterlist Series Pairing: husband!Joel Miller x afab!Reader x boyfriend!Frankie Morales Series Summary: Joel is your rock, and Frankie is your ocean. So what happens when you bring the three of you together?

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you and Frankie roadtrip up from Southern California to Northern California so he can meet Joel. A polyamory fic. This series exists in the Triple Frontier universe and is a Joel Miller AU/Triple Frontier AU. Series Rating: Explicit, 18+ only, MDNI

Chapter 1: Malibu

Chapter Pairing: Frankie Morales x afab!Reader x Santiago Garcia

Chapter Summary: You & Frankie visit your friend Santi at his Malibu mansion to kick off your roadtrip north, and you let desires guide the night.

Word Count: 6.9k

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only, MDNI

Chapter Warnings/Tags: polyamory, threesome, multiple partners, MMF dynamics, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected P in V (wrap it up pls!), DVP, multiple creampies, explicit talk about cum (is a cum kink a thing? a tag I should use? Pls comment with your thoughts lol), spitting, alcohol consumption, mentions of food, gratuitous descriptions of male and female anatomy, heavy use of Spanish pet names/nicknames, Santi being a menace is his own warning, Frankie the PEK, Frankie has a big dick and so does Santi, Reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns, Reader is able-bodied, has breasts, and has hair that can be pulled, otherwise no description of Reader's skin color, size, body shape, hair color, eye color, or ethnicity, no use of y/n. Everyone is testing negative for STDs and Reader is on birth control. a/n: This is my very first series fic! I plan to have 3 chapters including this one. This one was meant to be a fun spicy little intro into the fic, but of course Santi being an absolute menace meant that this is absolute smutty filth and I'm sorry (not sorry). MASSIVE thank you to my sweet @for-a-longlongtime, who not only gave me the iconic Santiago line "guava goes better with pussy and mezcal," but beta read for me, bounced ideas around, and encouraged me when I wasn't sure that I could do this. Without her help, this fic wouldn't be in existence! Dividers by the amazing @saradika-graphics, thank you! (Please note that the chapter graphic is NOT meant to be accurate to Reader — vibes only!)

If you enjoy my writing, please leave a comment, feedback or reblog! It would mean the world to me. Thank you!

“I think that should be everything,” you murmur, closing the back of the forest green Jeep. You card a hand through your hair while going over a mental pack list for the third time this afternoon. Behind you, you feel a soft kiss on your shoulder and warm, strong hands envelop your waist.

“You ready to ride then, sweetness?” asks your boyfriend, Frankie. You smile and lean back into his embrace. “Yeah, I’m really looking forward to this trip,” you say, turning to plant a kiss to his aquiline nose, and then another to his plush lips. You both hop into the car; Frankie navigates towards the coast, while small butterflies dance in the pit of your stomach as you think about how the two of you got here.

You and Frankie Morales met six months ago at the Santa Monica airport. In a bid to encourage team bonding, upper management at your job booked a helicopter tour of the Los Angeles skyline. Frankie was the pilot for your chopper. He charmed your group with his charismatic yet humble demeanor and fun factoids about LA, especially you – your coworkers insisted that he kept staring at you when you weren’t looking. But Frankie ultimately beat you to the punch and asked you out for drinks the following night. You accepted, and the rest is history. The attraction was palpable from the get-go, and Frankie’s go-with-the-flow attitude complimented your fiery personality to a T. You adored how detail-oriented he was in all aspects of his life – memorizing your favorite teas, asking about how your projects were going, knowing exactly how to make you see stars in bed with his fingers, his cock, and especially his tongue. You couldn’t deny that Frankie was the perfect addition to your life, and you to his.

Through those first few weeks, you both divulged the more challenging bits of your lives. Frankie told you about his daughter, Isabella, and how his struggle with cocaine almost ruined his life. His relationship with his ex-wife was strained because of it, but they co-parented well - it was their main goal to ensure that Isabella was never put in the middle of their struggles, that she always felt supported and loved by both of her parents. Frankie had lost his pilot’s license after he failed a random drug test, and he took that as a sign to do the work to fix what was broken. He was now two years sober, and back to flying.

You, in turn, revealed to Frankie that he wasn’t the only man in your life. For the last decade, you’ve been with Joel Miller, your husband of seven years. Joel was the steady compass of your soul, the man whose roots intertwined deeply with those of your heart. You’d loved Joel almost your entire life, having grown up in the same neighborhood, although your crush on him was secretive during your childhood. He was your older brother’s best friend from college, a transplant from Texas whose parents moved to the Bay Area when he was a teenager. You ran into him after getting your master’s degree and moving back to the suburbs of San Francisco, and something sparked between the two of you. Since then, you’d been inseparable. When your work requested that you spend a year going between NorCal and SoCal to establish the new Los Angeles area office, you knew it would be a challenge for your relationship. As it turns out, it was only really a challenge for one reason — your sex drive was incredibly high, and sometimes you were apart from Joel for weeks at a time. Phone and video sex worked as well as it could, but it couldn’t beat the real thing. One night, after a particularly frustrating video sex session — all of your toys ran out of juice and you’d left your charger at home, among other things — Joel surprised you by suggesting that you didn’t need to stay monogamous. 

“Are you sure, Joel?” you asked incredulously. “You’ve never been one to particularly like sharing.”

Joel huffed a laugh. “Yes, darlin’,” he replied. “Lord knows the new office ended up bein’ more work than either of us thought it’d be. I know how much ‘gettin’ yours’ can be de-stressin’ for ya, and I don’t wanna be the reason you can’t seek it. It’s not like you’d be askin’ someone to move in with us. If it helps you, it makes me happy. And it sure would give my phone battery and hands some relief.” He chuckled as you scoffed in mock indignation. “You don’t have to tell me anythin’ you don’t want to about whoever you get involved with. As long as you’re stayin’ safe and they’re treatin’ you as well as I do, then I’m okay with it.”

You sighed in consideration. “Let me think about it some more,” you said, picking at your rental’s bedspread. “It’s not something I’m going to take lightly.”

And then two weeks later, you met Frankie. Frankie was surprisingly relaxed when you told him about Joel, albeit surprised. He’d hesitated to continue things until you got on the phone with Joel and had him tell Frankie himself. After all, you’d checked with Joel within a few days of meeting Frankie just to make sure Joel was still okay with you being with another man.

You made sure to tell Joel when you’d be seeing Frankie, and Frankie didn’t contact you when you were back home with Joel. It wasn’t that either man wanted to pretend the other didn’t exist; rather, they each wanted to respect the other man’s time with you. Frankie wasn’t seeking marriage or starting a family; he wanted to continue using his time and energy on Isabella and getting his career back on track. And Joel was confident in and comfortable with your  marriage in a way that didn’t allow for unseemly jealousy to crop up. 

Gradually you told each of them bits about the other one, until one day Joel suggested that the two of them meet. You were game, but wanted to run it by Frankie first.

“He wants to meet me?” Frankie asked, wringing his hands a bit and looking mildly surprised. The two of you had just finished dinner at one of your favorite taco trucks in LA, and you licked the tips of your fingers as you finished your last al pastor taco, the warm, savory spices dancing on your tongue. Frankie took a sip from his Mexican Coke, his plush lips wrapping around the cool aqua glass of the bottle.

You nod your head in affirmation. “Just for a couple of days. We could make a vacation out of it. Joel suggested maybe we road trip up the coast.”

Frankie looked pensive. You don’t blame him, especially when the two men had made a concerted effort to keep their relationships with you separate. “You’re sure you want to do this?” Frankie asked, searching your eyes for any hesitation. You studied those dark chocolate irises, so similar to Joel’s. 

“Yes, Francisco,” you confirmed, reaching out across the plastic picnic table to touch his hand. The sounds of the city wrapped around you as the two of you gazed at each other. “Joel has my heart, but so do you. And I want both parts of my heart, my favorites, to be with me at the same time for once.”

“Ok, mi amor, let’s go then,” Frankie said resolutely, bringing up your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your skin.

Your thoughts bring you back to the present, with Frankie’s one-hand grip on the steering wheel and the warm coastal sun beaming through the windshield. The windows are down, allowing the salty sea air to filter through the Jeep. He flips on his turn signal and begins driving through a particularly posh part of Malibu. Giant mansions dwarf the street, pristine lawns and modern, open-glass architecture rolling by as you continue on. You let out a low whistle.

“Jesus Christ, what the hell does Santi do again to afford this?” you ask Frankie, eyes flicking to and from each house you pass by.

“Nothing,” Frankie chuckles. “When we got the money from that final mission that Santi and I went on, he invested the entirety of his share into the stock market. Well, almost everything.” He snorts at the champagne Range Rover in Santi’s driveway as the two of you pull up. Frankie, on the other hand, put the majority of his earnings into a trust fund for Isabella. The rest he used to set himself up comfortably but modestly. “Santi still does some consultant work for private security firms, but he just keeps reinvesting the money and using it to buy property and fund charity work,” Frankie explains.

“Can’t say I blame him, it’s a pretty solid strategy,” you respond, taking in the splendor of Santi’s Malibu abode as Frankie parks his Jeep. The three-story home is minimalist and modern on the exterior, with a combination of cool beige stone and warm wood paneling. No other houses are on either side of the building, so the property is ulta-private, and even has its own beach. As the two of you unpack your bags from the car, you hear a wolf whistle shriek from somewhere around the corner. Jumping slightly, you turn and then smile as Santiago Garcia strolls barefoot out of the house, his pale linen slacks and caramel vintage ribbed polo shirt fluttering lightly against his muscular frame in the sea breeze. 

“Hey pendejo, you finally made it!” Santi yells to Frankie, then turns to you with a “hi, hermosa,” and a kiss to your cheek. You wrap your arms around Santi’s torso, inhaling his sandalwood and cinnamon scent and giggling a hello. Frankie walks up, bags in hand, and tries to ruffle Santi’s perfectly coiffed curls. Santi dodges him and then goes in for a bear hug; Frankie smiles broadly as they rock side to side before clapping each other on the back.

“Good to see you, hermano, and thanks for letting us stay with you,” Frankie says warmly as he picks up your luggage and the three of you head towards the house.

“Not a problem, I’m in town for a consulting gig and figured it’d been awhile since we’d gotten together,” Santi responds ahead of you. You and Frankie follow him into the open-concept common area, admiring the sleek countertops, stainless steel fixtures, and plush yet subdued furniture. Light neutrals rule the color palette, with plenty of floor-to-ceiling windows to allow natural light in. You run your hand over the back of a velvet lounger, indulging in the texture against your fingertips. Frankie goes to the bedroom to drop off your luggage, while Santi starts pulling things out in the kitchen for dinner prep. Continuing towards the back of the house, you push open the sliding glass doors, letting fresh air in while you admire the view from the balcony. Below, the azure waves caress the sand gently, and the sound of the ocean encourages you to release all the stress from the last workweek. 

The boys get going on dinner as you slip on a silky emerald green dress - opting to go braless and barefoot - and dab on some rosy lip stain. The dress drapes lushly over your body, making it both comfortable and beautiful. After spritzing on some of your favorite perfume and putting on thin gold hoop earrings, you emerge from the guest bedroom you and Frankie are sharing for the weekend. Santi looks up and hums in approval.

“Damn, bebita, you look delicious,” he purrs as he finishes seasoning the steaks. “Do you always dress up for dinner with this chump or did you get pretty just for me? It’s okay, you can tell the truth.”

You roll your eyes at his cockiness and chuckle as you squeeze his bicep in passing. “Santi, don’t flatter yourself,” you retort, “I did it for myself. I don’t need to dress up for him to want to devour me.” You cross the kitchen to Frankie, who’s working on the caprese salad. Frankie huffs a laugh and puts down the kitchen knife, wiping his hands on a towel before to circling his hands around your waist. You lean into him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“That’s right,” he shoots back to Santi without looking over, “she doesn’t need extra dressing up; she’s stunning enough as she is.” He kisses your forehead softly as you gaze up at him lovingly.

“You’re right.” Santi lets his gaze scan over you approvingly. “She probably looks even better with nothing on.”

“Santiago!” you laugh. “You’re such an insufferable flirt.” You walk back over to the opposite side of the kitchen island from him, fixing him with a smoldering smirk. “Wouldn’t you like to know, hmm?” Santi has always been relentlessly flirtatious with every attractive woman he meets, including you. Frankie’s never bothered by his antics, but you see his eyes flick towards the two of you, anticipating his response.

“Don’t tease me with promises you won’t keep, sweetheart,” Santi warns you, voice like rich caramel, sweet and smooth. You hold each other’s gazes for a moment before you break away, laughing softly and successfully ruffling his hair like Frankie wanted to earlier. That distracts Santi from the moment, as he huffs and runs his fingers through his curls to fix them.

A few hours later, the three of you are relaxing on the balcony by the fire pit after dinner, drinking mezcal margaritas and catching up on life. You sit with your legs across the cream  patio sofa, your back against Frankie’s side like you often do with him. His arm is draped possessively across your torso while his thumb rubs absentmindedly back and forth across your shoulder. Santi goes inside to fetch the mezcal bottle from the kitchen, having switched to just the liquor, and you stand from the couch to observe the beach at the balcony’s railing. The darkness of night has settled over the landscape, lending deep navies and turquoise hues to the water, and everything feels more hushed. 

As you inhale the coastal breeze, you feel Frankie’s warm body press into you from behind, and then his soft lips pressing a trail of kisses over your shoulder and neck. You hum happily, smelling his rosemary cedar soap on his skin, and press yourself further into him, lightly grinding against his hips. Frankie lets out a quiet groan and presses right back into you, letting you feel his hardening length against your ass. He begins to cup your breasts through the silken fabric of your dress, easily pebbling your nipples with no bra between his fingers and your tits. The heat of arousal starts to pool low in your belly as Frankie slides his hands down to your hips, grinding on you until he’s fully hard beneath his pants. You tilt your head back, closing your eyes, and turn to the side to catch his lips, biting on his lower one and eliciting a louder groan from him. 

“Sweetness, I need you so badly,” Frankie whispers into your ear. When you quietly moan in response, you can feel Frankie’s hands slip down the silk over your ass and hear him shuffle behind you. Spinning around and opening your eyes, you see him on his knees, hat next to him on the floor, starting to ruck up your dress. 

“Frankie,” you hiss, grabbing his hands, desperate for more but concerned. “What if Santi sees?” 

“What if I want to watch?” you hear suddenly over Frankie’s shoulder, and you gasp when you look behind him and realize Santi is leaning against the open balcony door, sipping mezcal straight from the bottle. A fire ripples from the base of your spine upwards, and your gaze drops to Frankie, whose eyes have gone nearly black with desire but remain on you. Your lips pop open slightly, and you freeze.

“Well, querida, answer the man,” Frankie rasps. “Either you let him watch or make him go back inside, but either way, I’m eating this sweet pussy.” His hands slowly drag up your legs until he’s cupping your ass, squeezing the soft flesh, which rips a moan from your throat. As Frankie’s lips trail up and down your legs, you look back up at Santi, trying to read his expression. Gone is the molten chocolate of his irises; instead, you see glimmering adamant, dark and deep like the desire painted over every line of his face. But that heated gaze is still respectful – you know Santi would never cross your boundaries. If you truly didn’t want him to watch, he’d go inside the house, no questions asked. 

It’s for that exact reason that your desire thrums through you like a bass line, and you bite your lip. “Frankie, I need your mouth on me right now. I think Santi needs to see how hard you make me come.”

Frankie responds with a groan, while Santi lets out a deep purring sound. He moves to the couch, sitting with his legs spread, and takes another swig of mezcal as he takes in the sight before him. Frankie immediately yanks your soft lace panties down your thighs, and growls at the gossamer-thin string of arousal that connects your weeping center with your underwear.

“Fuuuuck, querida, you’re fucking soaked,” Frankie moans, inhaling the intoxicating scent near your glossy slit. You step out of your panties, and he grabs them, tossing them to Santi. The man on the couch catches them with one hand, bringing them immediately to his nose and sniffing deeply. 

“Goddamn,” Santi grits out, “she smells so fucking good, hermano.” He brings the gusset of the lace garment to his mouth, gingerly licking the slick off, groaning at the taste. You gasp at the sight, a wave of wetness trickling down your channel. “Tastes amazing too,” he adds, leaning back into the couch cushions and stuffing your panties into his pocket.

Frankie pushes your dress up to your waist and moves your left thigh to rest on his shoulder, spreading you open. He splays your lips open with his thumbs, staring at your pussy glistening in the fire’s light, on display for both him and Santi. He licks a steady strip from the bottom to the top, swirling around your clit at the end. You moan loudly, leaning back against the railing for support.

“Oh bebita, listen to those sweet sounds you’re making for Frankie,” Santi croons from the couch. “He must be making that pussy feel so good.”

“Yes, Santi,” you gasp, swallowing thickly as your eyes close in pleasure. “He’s so fucking good with his tongue.” You hear Santi rumble deep in his chest in response.

Frankie begins licking, sucking, and tapping on your clit exactly like he knows you like it, gripping your cheeks with both hands and massaging them. You writhe against his face, rocketing faster towards your impending orgasm. When you look up, you see Santi palming his cock through his pants, the bulge straining against the linen. Your cunt clenches at the image before you. Frankie can tell you’re close, so he slips two of his fingers into his mouth momentarily to slick them up and then plunges them into your warm cunt. You throw your head back, nearly screaming in ecstasy. Your grip tightens on the railing.

“I know you’re close, querida,” Frankie growls. “Let Santi see how pretty you look when you come.” Frankie then hooks his fingers just right inside of you and hits that soft spot that sends you into orbit, squealing. You feel everything tighten and then release, your orgasm rippling through your core and into your extremities. Frankie and Santi both moan at the sights and sounds of you reaching your peak, Frankie lapping up every drop of release from you.

“Good fucking girl, mamacita,” Santi says, getting up from the couch and stalking towards the both of you. Frankie gets off of his knees, easing your leg off his shoulder while wiping a hand across his drenched mouth. He knows exactly what Santi wants, so he moves back a couple of steps. You almost stumble, legs like jelly, and Santi catches your waist.

He tilts your chin up to meet his eyes, and his assessing gaze breaks through the post-orgasm haze you’re in. “I really want to taste that perfect cunt, baby,” Santi whispers. “Can I do that for you?” You look at him, hesitating for a moment only because this is a line you’ve not crossed with Santi before. You nod clearly at him. Santi shakes his head. “Words, sweetheart.”

“Yes, Santi,” you breathe. “Please put your mouth on me.” Santi groans in anticipation and starts walking backwards, pulling you with him. When you look at him in slight confusion, a sheepish smile passes briefly over his lips.

“Bad knees,” he reminds you, and you laugh. “Kneeling on concrete would kill me.” He tilts his chin to Frankie. “Fish, open the door to the bedroom. I’m gonna lay her down. And bring the bottle.” Frankie obliges, sliding open the other glass door to the expansive bedroom and grabbing the mezcal bottle.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers. You sigh a yes, and Santi kisses you softly at first, then deeper. He tastes like cinnamon, tropical fruits, and smoky liquor. Moaning quietly, you start to lose yourself in his kiss as he moves the both of you backwards into the bedroom. 

The California king size bed is draped in soft taupes and creams, the bedding a gauzy cotton that feels incredible on your skin as Santi gently lays you on it. He pulls your dress up your body, and you arch your back to help him remove it over your head. As your bare body is exposed to him, glowing in the low light, he sucks in a breath. Frankie places the mezcal bottle on the bedside table, then strips out of everything except his black boxer briefs, his length fully hard against his left thigh, and sits down on a sleek chaise lounger in the corner, watching you and Santi.

Santi strips off his shirt and then climbs onto the bed over you, slowly sliding his hands over your soft skin as he goes. You shift on the bed at his touch, back arching a bit and thighs rubbing together. He keeps his eyes locked with yours as he reaches your head, forearms bracketing either side of your face. His body is so close to yours yet not touching.

Moaning, you tangle your fingers in his salt and pepper curls and pull briefly. Santi bites your lower lip in response with a small growl. Sitting up, he grabs the mezcal off the bedside table.

“Open,” he commands, taking a swig from the glass bottle. You obey, and Santi leans over your open mouth and fucking spits the mezcal into it. You swallow, moaning at the taste, the alcohol and him. He kisses you roughly, licking into your mouth, and you whimper, your legs dropping open of their own accord.

Santi notices and chuckles darkly. “Oh, you liked that, huh?” he purrs. “Dirty girl.” He kisses and nips along your ear and neck, across your collarbone, and down your chest. Reaching your nipples, he swirls his tongue around and then gently nips each of them. You feel slick pooling at your entrance, starting to drip down your inner thighs. Santi traces his tongue down your belly and to the curls above your pussy, inhaling deeply. He pushes your thighs open further and groans at the sight.

“Goddamn, you’re drenched,” he grits out, shuffling down to put his face at your center. You glance over at Frankie in the corner, and notice he has his cock out, slowly stroking the length. You whimper at the sight and Frankie licks his lips. You feel a sudden pinch at your inner thigh and whip your head back to the man between your legs.

“Eyes on me, hermosa,” Santi orders. “I want you to look right at me when I eat this pretty pussy.” And with that, he dives in.

Santi is a messier lover than Frankie, who usually eats you out with absolute precision, priding himself with knowing exactly how to make you come as fast as possible, and repeat the process until you’re crying out from overstimulation. Santi, however, is licking at you like he wants to drown himself in your cunt. His tongue is everywhere, licking broad stripes across your slit, sucking on your lips and clit, biting at your thighs, shoving his tongue deep into your channel. 

“So fucking sweet,” Santi pants out in a daze, separating his mouth from your sopping cunt for just a moment, and then goes back in for more. You mewl and grip the bed sheets as he continues to ravage you.

Your moans of pleasure stir something in Frankie, who gets up from his seat and walks over to the bed, his need to touch you nearly insatiable.

“Frankie,” you whine as you see him, your eyes hazy with lust, reaching out to him. 

“I’m right here, querida,” he reassures you, then gets onto the bed, placing himself behind you. You scooch up the bed so that you’re sitting in between his spread legs, your back to his bare chest. You can feel his hard length against you, silken and hot, his precum smearing slick against your skin. Frankie kisses your forehead, then leans forward and grabs your legs behind the knees, pulling back and spreading you impossibly wider for Santi. The man between your thighs groans, slipping two fingers into you, making your back arch even more.

“Does our little slut like to be spread out? Do you like Frankie holding your legs open for me, bebita?” Santi growls, pumping his fingers in and out of you. You cry out at his words, throwing your head back against Frankie’s shoulder. One of your hands grabs Frankie’s thigh, and the other one grips Santi’s hair once again.

“Yes,” you respond, pushing his head back towards your dripping slit. “Lick my pussy like you mean it, Santi.” He groans deep in his chest and dives back in, and you feel Frankie bite the junction between your neck and shoulder in arousal. Santi continues pumping his fingers into you as he sucks your clit between his lips, swirling his tongue over it in tiny circles. You feel your orgasm begin to rise in your lower belly, intensifying with each thrust and lick. Santi feels your slick walls bear down on his fingers.

“That’s it, honey, I know you want to come for me,” Santi says.

“Give it to us,” Frankie whispers in your ear. “Come for me and Santi.”

Frankie’s command is all it takes to snap the tether in your core, shattering you into pieces as the pleasure courses hot through your body. You scream their names as your pussy gushes wave after wave of slick, running down your thighs and Santi’s fingers, into his waiting mouth, licking and slurping obscenely, his fingers continuing to press into your g-spot to prolong your high.

“God, I need to be inside you right fucking now,” Santi grits out, pussydrunk. He stands up and hurriedly shoves his pants and boxers down his legs, his thick cock springing free and bobbing slightly. You feel your mouth water; his dick is just as gorgeous as Frankie’s. 

Santi meets your eyes once again. “Do you want me to fuck you while Frankie holds you open, sweetheart?” Santi asks you. You pause, your pleasure-addled mind narrowing in on one idea – having them both.

“I want you both,” you moan. Santi’s eyes widen a bit and then dart to Frankie. They share a smirk and then Frankie turns to you in his lap.

“Querida, how do you want us?” Frankie inquires. “One at a time or at the same time?”

“At the same time,” you whimper. “I want you both in my pussy.”

Santi and Frankie groan in unison. Santi smiles wickedly, looking at Frankie. “Well, it wouldn’t be the first time, eh?”

“Just like we used to,” Frankie chuckles darkly, and your fuzzy mind tucks away their exchange for later. “We have to get her ready, then.” He slowly releases your knees and turns to you, kissing the side of your face and lightly nibbling your ear. He grabs your chin gently with his fingers, turning your head sideways to meet his eyes. “We’re going to work you open first, okay, baby?” he intones softly. You nod your head yes. Santi and Frankie’s eyes meet, and Santi opens the bedside table drawer, grabbing a bottle of lube and tossing it to Frankie. 

He catches it, reading the label. “Guava?” Frankie asks quizzically. “What happened to the mango-pineapple one?”

Santi shrugs. “I still have it,” he explains, “but guava goes better with pussy and mezcal.” You huff a laugh and Frankie smiles, kissing your forehead again and sweeping your hair out of your face.

“Guess we have an edible lube connoisseur here,” jokes Frankie, opening the cap and pouring some of the slick liquid onto his thick digits. 

The sweet, juicy fruit scent wafts through the air, and Santi grabs the bottle from him, doing the same while shaking his head incredulously.“It’s not my fault that you have no sense of refinement,” he retorts. Frankie just rolls his eyes and turns back to you.

“Are you ready, sweetness?” Frankie murmurs. You nod your head and breathe out a “yes, baby”. Frankie reaches in front of himself and slips his two lubed fingers into you, and you whimper softly. Santi follows suit, slipping two of his fingers into you next, kneeling between your legs. You feel stretched full but so turned on. They allow you a few moments to adjust, and when you nod your head, they begin swirling their fingers in opposite directions. A moan rips from your throat and you grab at the bedsheets. They continue swirling and pressing their fingers in and out, and the sight of your pussy filled with their fingers gets the both of them rock hard.

The cloud of euphoria in your head is all-consuming as they continue, your arousal reaching an almost painful peak. Suddenly you grab their wrists and both men stop immediately, concern crossing their faces. “Are you okay, bebita?” Frankie asks, his brows furrowing. 

You nod your head rapidly, and then bleat out, “I need you both inside me right now.” Santi and Frankie grin at your fucked out expression, looking at each other conspiratorially.

“Well, you heard the lady, Pope,” Frankie says. “Let’s give her what she wants.” He shifts you forward as he moves to the side, pulling his underwear all the way off. He lays on his back on the bed, his hard cock against his stomach dripping pre-cum. “I want you to ride me, hermosa, and then Santi is going to enter you from behind as you lean forward,” Frankie explains.

You nod your head in understanding and straddle his thighs, facing him. Frankie hands you the lube bottle. You dribble a stream onto his waiting thickness, and he hisses as the cool liquid hits his hot velvet skin. Grabbing his slick length, you shuffle forward and guide him into your channel, whining when he bottoms out easily. Frankie reaches up and grips your hips, guiding you to ride him.

After a minute, he looks over your shoulder at Santi, who is slowly stroking his dick. “I think she’s ready, Fish,” Santi says, and Frankie nods once. Santi gets on the bed, coming to his knees behind you and grabbing your hips. Frankie slides his hands to your back, gently pulling you towards him until you’re leaning forward, laying chest to chest, your pussy on full display for Santi, stuffed with Frankie’s cock. You hear Santi groan behind you at the sight.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me do this, bebita,” Santi admits as he slicks up his hardness with the lube. “Been thinking about being inside this pussy for months.”

“Well, now’s your chance,” you tease, looking back at him. “Better hurry before the offer expires.” Santi smirks at you as he places his hands on your hips.

The moment you feel the head of Santi’s cock slide into your pussy, you gasp as the sting of the stretch hits you. You hear Santi behind you grit out a quiet “fuck”. Slowly he continues sinking into your hot, wet heat. Reaching forward, he circles your throbbing clit softly, making you whine but relax, allowing him to slip deeper into you, inch by inch. Your pussy twitches and both Santi and Frankie choke on moans. 

When he fills you as far as you can take both of them, the three of you hold still. As the seconds pass, the sting gives way as you adjust to being this full. The result is rolling waves of lightning sparking through your veins with each minute movement inside of you. You let out a high-pitched whine as a knot of white-hot pleasure tightens in your core.

“Mierda, bebita,” Frankie moaned, “are you gonna come just from both of us being in you?”

“God, she feels so fucking good,” Santi murmurs, almost to himself. Both of them are gripping you tightly as you continue to whimper and whine, your high quickly building. Your breathing intensifies, and you start to shake. 

It’s so much, being so full of them physically, and the thought of them both in you - two of the most attractive, sexy men you know - is nearly making you lose your mind. But you don’t want to come before your boys have even gotten to move. It almost feels like a weakness, being this fucked out for them.

“It’s ok, sweetness, let go,” says Frankie softly, realizing you’re holding off for them. He presses a kiss to your neck and it’s your undoing. 

The brush of his lips against that sensitive spot right under your ear pushes you off the edge and you wail, your pleasure cresting as you jerk under their firm grips. They moan loudly, your pleasure stoking theirs. The three of you catch your breaths as you come down from your high.

Frankie looks up at you, eyes pitch black, swimming with devotion for you. Santi strokes your hips gently, his strong hands shaking slightly.

“How are you feeling?” Frankie asks you sweetly, rubbing his hands across your back, his thighs clenching from holding back. 

You take a shaky breath. “So fucking full,” you respond, and then giggle softly at your obvious observation. The boys laugh too, and then moan slightly as your bodies shift. Santi squeezes your hips and asks, “Are you ready for us to move, hermosa?” Your head is swimming in endorphins as you whimper out, “Yes, Santi. I need both of you to fuck me now.”

With that, the two men lock eyes and nod, beginning an apparently practiced dance of their cocks. As Frankie slides himself out, Santi pushes in, and then they reverse roles. You cry out in ecstasy. It’s so much more than you could have ever imagined.

Frankie and Santi start off with slow, shallow thrusts in and out, gradually stretching you around their lengths. When Frankie hits a particularly sweet spot, you moan fervently and more slick coats them, making them both moan back in response. The friction between their cocks and your walls is delicious.

“Fuck, bebita, you look incredible taking the both of us,” Santi says, gripping your hips harder, a sheen of sweat glimmering across his body. 

Frankie hums in agreement. “You’re doing so well, baby,” he praises. You preen at their words, arching your back to change the angle. Santi whimpers and kisses along your spine, worshiping your body. The room is thick with the smell of sex, guava, and mezcal, the squelching sounds of your pussy weaving between all three of your moans and cries of pleasure.

The boys begin to speed up the wetter you get, starting to fuck into you with vigor. You feel like your whole body is vibrating. Leaning down to kiss Frankie changes the angle once again, and Santi lets out yet another whimper as you slide your tongue along Frankie’s.

“Fuck, baby, just like that, that’s perfect,” he gasps, getting even harder inside of you. He starts to rub your clit in tight circles, making you yelp. “I want you to come one more time for us before we fill you up,” he continues. “Gonna make your pussy milk our cocks. C’mon, honey, you’ve got one more in you, I can feel it.”

“I don’t know,” you whimper. “I - it’s so much…”

Frankie lets out a growl. “Oh, querida, I know you can come for us one more time,” he says. “Just think about how full of cock you are right now.”

He’s right. The psychological thrill of having both men inside of you is the push you need. You start to shake again, everything tensing up. Both men moan as your channel pulls tight.

Santi leans down to your ear, still thumbing your clit. “Fucking come for us. That’s an order.”

You scream so loudly when your fourth orgasm hits you, that you’re grateful that Santi has no neighbors - because they definitely would have called the cops by now. Tears leak down your face from the intensity, and Santi whimpers loudly as he thrusts in and comes deep in you, his hot seed coating your walls. The tightness of your pussy and Santi shoving deep end up pushing Frankie’s cock out, but he couldn’t care less. 

When Santi’s strokes slow and then stop, indicating he’s finished, Frankie pushes him off of you, and roughly flips you over onto your back. He shoves your legs apart, and pushes his dick harshly into you. Boneless, you lay there, moaning and taking it, unable to say anything coherent except for Frankie’s name. Your boyfriend presses your legs even further towards your shoulders, nearly bending you in half as he fucks into you hard and fast, Santi’s cum forced out of you with every snap of Frankie’s hips.

“God, you look like such a goddess right now,” Frankie babbles, nearly snarling, “so full of cum. You like that? You want me to fill you up good? You’re gonna be leaking our cum for days, querida.”

“Yes, Frankie, yes,” you moan, “please fill me up. I love your cum in me. I wanna be so full of both of you.”

With a shout, Frankie bares his teeth and comes, getting as deep as possible and filling up your cunt just like he promised. You feel his cum thick and hot in you, triggering another moan. 

Frankie drops your knees back down to the bed, nearly collapsing down against your chest while the two of you pant heavily, trying to catch your breaths. Looking over, you spot Santi sitting up at the corner of the bed, looking disheveled but utterly sated, his now-soft cock still shiny with lube and your combined releases. 

You reach your hand out to him, and he crawls towards you, slotting himself next to one side, while Frankie hisses as he pulls out of you and lays next to you on your other side. He smothers your neck and face with kisses, and you giggle, feeling Santi pepper kisses across the top of your head and stroking the underside of your breast affectionately with his thumb.

You let out a contented sigh. “Wow, that was…”

Frankie hums out an “incredible” at the exact same time Santi rumbles a “so fucking good” to complete your statement, which makes the three of you laugh. Giggles subsiding, something they said in the heat of the moment suddenly pops into your mind.

“Wait a second,” you say as you sit up. Both men lazily look up at you, faces blissed out, waiting for your question. “Frankie, you said, ‘just like old times’... How many times have you double teamed with Santi?”

The two of them look at each other with nearly identical smirks. Santi pipes up first. “Well, back in our Army grunt days,” he explains, “when we’d go on leave together, we kind of had this habit of teaming up to pick up women.” Your jaw drops slightly, and Santi looks amused at your shock.

“It was a fairly effective strategy,” Frankie continues. “Trying to land a girl alone was a crapshoot. But with the both of us offering her a night to remember?” Frankie huffs. “It seemed like fantasy fulfillment for almost every woman we fucked together.”

Your eyes rake over the two of them, gloriously naked and handsome as ever, in bed with you. Yeah, you can see the appeal. 

“Okay, but who came up with the idea?” You ask, then immediately put up a hand into the air. “WAIT, no, I know exactly who… Santi, you slut!”

Frankie lets out a loud bark of a laugh as Santi rolls his eyes, folding his arms over his chest, annoyed. 

“Hey, don’t act like you didn’t benefit from it, idiota!” Santi grumbles. Frankie reaches over, finally successfully ruffling Santi’s hair. Santi flinches and bats Frankie’s hand away, making you shake with laughter as you lounge in the post-coital haze with your boyfriend and his best friend. You don’t blame those women they slept with one bit. This was a night you will surely remember.

No pressure tags: @mermaidgirl30 @legendary-pink-dot @nerdieforpedro @mountainsandmayhem @arcanefox207 @campingwiththecharmings @exquisit3corpse @gutsby @honeyedmiller @lavendertales @lu62 @luxurychristmaspudding @ozarkthedog @qveerthe0ry @swiftispunk @sheepdogchick3 @thatshortgirlwithglasses @wannab-urs @musings-of-a-rose

[jkriordanverse]

⋆｡The Crows Highschool! AU:°✩

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Note: I had to divide it into 3 parts because it was too long lmao so this one's for Kanej. These are mainly highschool AUs. I'm also sorry for the spacing bc otherwise i can't see what i'm writing PS: English is not my first language so please don't get mad or annoyed if I wrote anything wrong (EG: incorrect grammar/spelling). Anyways hope you enjoy it :D

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Kaz:

Kaz would have a prosthetic leg but he insists on taking a cane because oml this guy will be the drama queen.

I mean like every rumor started with this guy one way or another

He'd have beef with this one guidance councillor with a weird name called Pekking Rolling? Wait no Pekka Rollins.

Solely bc Pekka filed a report that kicked Jordie out of school and is that one teacher/guidance councillor that's super biased and tells kids they should give up on their dreams

Watches Dance moms, also a huge history nerd and lovesssssssssssss murder podcast.

I think he's not very close to his family as a child so he's a bit touch starved but also touch adversed at the same time

Especially after Jordie got kicked out

He'd love to open up to Inej but doesn't know how to

Is secretly a science and history nerd and when Inej found out she gifted him a stamp and Hamilton tickets that they went to watch together

He's super into photography and loves taking polaroids w Inej and his friends when they're out together

secretly an excellent singer and loves singing in the car with Inej

Inej:

that one kid who doesn't talk much but has dirt on everyone

Like she hears everything. and I mean EVERYTHING

that one kid to randomly dissapear and you're like where'd she go? how'd you move so fast?

Loves sparkly glitter pens as a kid and still secretly loves them (she also has markers that smell like yogurt)

sings her heart out in the car and lovesss road tripsssss (I think she'd be Mirren in we were liars tbh)

She is sugar, curiosity and rain (if yk yk)

Inej i think either does ice skating/ gymnastics / or aerial silk dancer and she's really good like she's won competitions.

collects pens.

Loves the radio, taylor swift and phoebe bridgers. You can't change my mind that Inej loves acoustics

Her favourite color is purple and she's lovely, like the cinnamon roll of the whole grade

like you cannot find a single student who hates her

was in a situation where she was s/a'ed as a kid and still flinches from touch sometimes

Overall she's healed most of it and she's still slowly healing as she helps Kaz heal too (omg *sobs*)

Loves Sweet Tooth (like the show)

I feel like in school she'd be the runner and Kaz would be on the bleachers cheering her on (or her timer guy)

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[leftistfeminista]

FOR THE ATTENTION OF THE FOLLOWERS WHO ARE INTERESTED IN PHILOSOPHY

Prisoned writer Leyla Atabay sends us the philosophy writings she wrote in prison under the title "Bottomless Well of Philosophy" in chapters of her handwriting.

We are also trying to bring to you every precious, laugh or think-provoking episode that we transmit to the digital environment with the cooperation of Literature Garden.

You can read a new chapter that we received before the holiday from the link below.

also read previous episodes on www. You can reach edebiyatbahcesi.net from the search engine.

You can write a letter to Leyla Atabay and offer your opinion/criticism/contribution about her articles.

address; LEYLA ATABAY

TYPE L PRISON ALANYA - ANTALYA

"After these last words of Yayla, I closed my windows to the world to dive into the philosophical depths. First of all, I had to get rid of my mouse phobia. I asked for mercy from philosophy. The solution was there. Everything started and ended in the mind. I had to say "There is actually no spoon" and bend the spoon first, then say there is no mouse and kill the little mouse. I had to hold it by its tail and throw it. When I reached that level, I showed Yayla a real mouse that I held by its tail and said, "Do you recognize me? I am the woman you scared with that pink sponge!" I could say and throw it towards him.

I mobilized my mind to realize this very cliché dream of mine. Being, substance, appearance, subject-object, truth, time... could wait a bit. First, I had to ignore the existence of mice with a Berkeleyan approach. But even though I was a Berkeleyan, the mice were not. Even though I ignored them, they saw me. Even though I ignored them, they ignored themselves. When I closed my eyes they disappeared, when I opened them they were there again. Since Berkeley says "to exist is to be perceived", not only me but all the people on earth had to deny the existence of mice, which was harder than letting a camel jump over a ditch. Yes, they were there, even though they disappeared when we turned off our senses. The best thing was to unleash Schrödinger's cat on them! But what could a cat do if it wasn't known whether it existed or not, whether it was alive or dead! "

[moonless-if]

MOONDAY UPDATE, OCTOBER 3rd 2022

happy moonday!

hope you're all having a good start to the week like i (mostly) am. it's all much as usual for me with work and home, although my workload will soon get a little heavier again, with student evals coming up and me going on a union rep training trip in two weeks, which means i have to make sure i got all the work done that i need to have done and also made plans for my sub teacher, so they know what to do and blah blah. not a lot that's interesting for you guys, but just to remind you that i'm entering a busy phase with my work life soon!

anyway, onto the update!

what i did

still chipping away at the prologue! still not really getting all the words out that i wish i could, but i'm honestly just feeling so good about getting something written every day, even if it's not a lot every day.

i'm nearing the end of one variation of a branch though, which means the other variations will be quickly written and hopefully allow me to get to the other two branches fast. a lot of it will need to be rewritten/edited because i didn't have a clear picture in mind of the environment/layout when i started to write this scene, but editing is for later! right now i just want to get the scenes out.

i've also spent the week working on game art (mainly during the weekend) and trying to figure exactly what i want to do with it so it's got a clear theme and isn't just a wild mix of stuff, but i will share a snek pek;

(i am good at thumbnails /s)

as you can see, i'm fiddling around with the colours for the game UI as well (probably won't be this bright blue, but that's for a later stage) and i'm hoping to do two different start page images, depending on if you have light/dark mode (or rather, dark blue, light orange mode) and then include those in the main game UI as well somehow. i'll probably also be adding a third option that's like low contrast/black and white, but then it probably won't be getting its own art. as for the mobile UI... i'm hoping i can do it's own thing for that which is a bit simpler than if you play on laptop/pc, but the mobile UI has been my biggest pain in the ass at every single turn so....

the main issue with the game art is me not knowing what i want with the background. part of me is like "just keep it simple, don't pull attention from the main motif" while the other part of me is yelling "PROPER ART WORK BICH DO BACKGROUND".

so. we'll see.

but that's what i've been up to last week!

plans for this week

for this week, i'm mostly planning on chugging along, again focusing a little more on my side project than the Moonless so i can get going with that in november, but i'm still gonna write a little bit and hopefully work on some art! so the plan is;

finish the branch variation i'm on

sketch on backgrounds for blue/dark mode artwork

sketch on ideas for orange/light mode artwork

and that's it from me for this week! thanks for now and see you next moonday!

- spacedfoxes

[cubur]

Heyy are you really from Turkey? I've never seen you write in turkish

Yes I really am ^^; And this is my mother tongue, so don't doubt even for a sec i can write it better than English x) But y'know what !? If I write in Turkish, almost 98% of my followers will not understand what I am trying to say… That's why you can hardly see that I'm writing in my mother tongue

(But if you still want i can write a few things for you (?) it's really not that hard for me)

Merhaba, her şeyi uzaklardan izleyen ama çoğunlukla pek çok şey hakkında sessiz kalan basit bir fan sanatçısıyım. Aslında her şeyin göründüğünden daha kolay olmasını çok isterdim, mesela dünyada sadece tek bir dil olsa iletişim çok daha kolay olurdu, ve nasıl hissettiğimi tam olarak anlatabilirdim… belki. Ama endişelenme roman kadar uzun bir şeyler yazmadan önce şimdi burada durucam. (Türkçe yazabildiğim herhalde belli olmuştur x))

Ve buraya kadar bu sanatçı ne hakkında gevezelik ediyor diye anlamak için çeviri kullanan her kim varsa, bilmeni isterim bir yerlerde seviliyorsun <3

[izzyspussy]

[image description: a cropped photo of a bullet journal page. there are four icons drawn inside squares in shades of green. the icons are a play button, a scene board, an open book, and a writing quill. they are minimalist and stylized to have no curved lines. beside each square something that corresponds to the icon is written in a matching shade of green. /end ID]

Media I Loved Last Week

My favorite thing I listened to last week was Quinine by Dessa. Eddie my girl Eddie, Eddie my girl. My girl Eddie. My girl. Eddie. Also it sounds nice lmao. Made it to #1 on my On Repeat in three days. My housemates wish death upon me. 10/10

My favorite thing I watched last week was Cooties. Polyamory between Elijah Wood, Rainn Wilson, and some girl. And they beat up a bunch of school children. Docked it a point because I thought it was more uncomfortable than funny in most cases, and that's not my personal style. 9/10

My favorite thing I read last week was The Verifiers by Jane Pek. I started reading this uhhhh September last year?? RIP. I started where I left off, and I don't remember every detail but it's pretty easy to follow for a mystery! Which is a feature for me (right now), not a bug. 10/10

I wrote 6341 words total last week. All of that went toward Curse The Messenger, and I finished chapter three on Saturday. I'm still waayyy behind, but I'm slowly catching up. Pretty happy with this progress.

[gulnarsultan]

Merhaba,daha önce yaptığınız Astaroth headcanon'larınızı gördüm ve bende bir tane sormak istedim.

Bu sefer Viki ile sevgili olmaları için bir headcanon yazabilirsen çok sevinirim.Umarım rahatsiz etmemişimdir.Ve şimdiden teşekkür ederim.

Merhaba. Hayır, rahatsız etmiyorsun. İsteklerinizi yazmaktan çekinmeyin.

Astaroth ve Viki'nin dostluğu kısa sürede kur yapma sürecine girer. Dürüst olmak gerekirse Viki, etrafındaki erkeklerin (Lucifer, Malbonte, Dino) pek güvenilir olmadığını düşünüyor. Astaroth en zor anında yanındadır. Ne kadar çok düşünürse, bu adamlarla ilişki kurmanın anlamsız olduğuna o kadar çok karar verir. Sebep ne olursa olsun, bu adamların onu incittiğini anlıyor. Bu yüzden bir gece Astaroth ile vakit geçirirken duygu ve düşüncelerini itiraf eder. Astaroth, Viki'nin duygularına yanıt verir. Aslında Viki'ye aşık olduğunu ancak onu kaybetmek istemediği için sessiz kaldığını açıklıyor. O geceden sonra aşkları yeşerir. Günün çoğunda birlikteler. Çift etkinlikleri yaparak birlikte güzel anlar geçiriyorlar. Kelimenin tam anlamıyla çift güvercin gibiler. Viki Astaroth ile bir ilişkiye başladığı için kendini çok şanslı hissediyor. İkisi birlikte çok mutlular.

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Hello. No, you don't bother. Feel free to write your wishes. Astaroth and Viki's friendship soon falls into courtship. To be honest, Viki thinks that the men around her (Lucifer, Malbonte, Dino) are not very reliable. Astaroth is by his side in his most difficult moment. The more she thinks about it, the more she decides that it's pointless to associate with these guys. Whatever the reason, she understands that these guys hurt her. That's why he confesses his feelings and thoughts while spending time with Astaroth one night. Astaroth responds to Viki's feelings. He explains that he actually fell in love with Viki but kept quiet because he didn't want to lose her. After that night, their love blossoms. They are together most of the day. They spend good times together by doing couple activities. They are literally like double pigeons. She feels very lucky to have started a relationship with Viki Astaroth. The two of them are very happy together.

[isatoru]

[tricornonthecob]

I started writing more ATNH today. And then decided I'd doodle a scene I'd already written. So I guess its a snek pek!

[elumiie]

Working on a few character designs for a comic that I'm currently writing!

This is Thea, she's one of the two main characters. She's an Agent working at APAZ, "The Agency for prevention of interdimensional anomalies". (ger: „die Agentur zur Prävention von außerdimensionalen Zwischenfällen“).

The PEK (eng: PEC) is a device used for opening Portals, detecting energy and communication.

At the agency she is also known as Agent 13. It was a random number assigned to her, but other agents believe that working with her is bad luck. And she makes sure that they keep believing it, to keep teamwork as far away from her as possible. Too bad when a new refugee appears at the agency and insists on tagging along in her missions...

[booksyarntea]

Help me, Booklr, you're my only hope!

Updated 5/10/23: I found yet another small stack and added it to the list.

These are all the BOTM books I own. The intent when I signed up for BOTM back in 2020 was to try and read out of my usual comfort zone of Urban Fantasy (and the occasional fantasy book). My success with this challenge has been minimal — I started a couple of these books but ultimately didn't finish them. It wasn't because the books were boring, however. I was enjoying the couple I started, but I just ended up falling out-of-the-mood to read them.

The biggest problem I'm facing is just where to start with this massive (and ever growing) stack. Every single one of these books sounds amazing and interesting to read, but... I don't where to start! So I'm turning to you, members of Booklr, to help me choose which of these books to read next! These are stacked in no particular order, but for anyone that's having difficulty with images loading or can't see the images, here is a list for you:

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab

Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo*

Hell Bent by Leigh Bardugo

A River Enchanted by Rebecca Ross

Outlawed by Anna North

A Good Marriage by Kimberly McCreight

The Only Survivors by Megan Miranda

The Dating Plan by Sara Desai

Home Before Dark by Riley Sager

Like A Sister by Kellye Garrett

The Space Between Worlds by Micaiah Johnson

The Verifiers by Jane Pek

The Book of Cold Cases by Simone St. James

The Survivors by Jane Harper

Reckless Girls by Rachel Hawkins

The Bodyguard by Katherine Center

Killers of a Certain Age by Deanna Raybourn

The Family Game by Catherine Steadman

The Stardust Thief by Chelsea Abdullah

The Wife Upstairs by Rachel Hawkins

Breathless by Amy McCulloch

Girl, Forgotten by Karin Slaughter

Daisy Darker by Alice Feeney

Beasts of Extraordinary Circumstance by Ruth Emmie Lang

The London Séance Society by Sarah Penner

The Wilderwomen by Ruth Emmie Lang

Darling Girl by Liz Michalski

The Writing Retreat by Julia Bartz

The Last Word by Taylor Adams

The Last Flight by Julie Clark

Dark Matter by Blake Crouch

Half Sick of Shadows by Laura Sebastian

*This copy of Ninth House is not a BOTM book, I included it in the stack because it's the first in a series.

[hullosweetpea]

thanks for tagging me @hullomoon!

three ships: steve harrington/eddie munson (stranger things), dean winchester/castiel (supernatural), guillermo de la cruz/nandor the relentless (what we do in the shadows)

first ever ship: ummmm, shinichi kudo / ran mori (case closed / meitantei conan) for consuming fanfic, alec lightwood / magnus bane (the mortal instruments) for writing fanfic

last song: house of wolves by mcr

last movie: glass onion

currently reading: just finished “the verifiers” by jane pek, about to start “america is not the heart” by elaine castillo

currently watching: derry girls s3 on netflix

currently consuming: dot’s pretzels

currently craving: pizza

tagging @theladyfaulkner, @schitthappens, and @mayalaen and anyone else who would like to play!

[ponyheadprincess]

Hey guys! My name is Ponyhead Princess. I am an illustrator and artist. I really like to draw fan art on Genshin Impact. Also I have my own character. She is an alien and her name is Pek. I really like to portray her in various images. I draw my illustrations in Procreate and Adobe Illustrator. I will be posting more of my work here soon. If you like my style, follow me on social networks. I post a lot of stuff there.😘 I also sell my works! If you like my Genshin Impact fan art and you want to purchase it, you can write to me about it.

[moonless-if]

MOONDAY UPDATE, OCTOBER 10th 2022

happy moonday!

hope you had a good week, and hopefully, none of you has as busy a few weeks as i do coming up. because i am gonna be very busy for the next couple of weeks (with work becoming more hectic, me taking union training courses, and nano coming up) i'm gonna go on a kinda-sorta hiatus from here for a while.

now i do plan to still stick around tumblr to answer any asks i get and just in general hang around, but the Moonless will be stuck on the back burner until at least december, while i focus this month on my regular work and november/nano on my side project @nectarlake-if.

i'm definitely still gonna be writing on the Moonless in the background, but it's not gonna be my main priority for a while. then when i come back, i'll see if i keep up with the weekly updates or if i change that up since it sometimes feels like i have very little to update you on, so maybe monthly would be a better format.

now, to the actual update!

what i did

last week was less writing than i would've liked, due both to me distracting myself with other things and due to my regular job. there was still some writing done, just not as much as in the past few weeks.

what i did do instead was map drawing (both working on Amelare, and trying to figure out the layout of the temple area, so i know where the fuck mc and Rainn are going) and just having a little too much fun with that.

i've also been working on the game art, mainly with figuring out the cover art for the start-up page and then getting so very very caught up in symbolism in art because uh........ reasons (let's just say that everything featured in those pieces have been heavily thought out).

i don't have any snek peks to include here this week, though (because i'm writing this during a work break or else i'll forget) but maybe once i get back home.

plans for next week

no plans this week, unfortunately, because i don't know if i'll have a lot of time to actually sit down and do anything. between work, preparing to go on a union training trip this saturday until wednesday (need to make sure my substitute at work know what needs to be done, that i've done all the work i need to before i leave, need to clean my house since my dad will be dog-sitting, need to pack, etc. etc...) what little free time i do end up having i'll most likely just want to sit down and breathe.

i hope i'll find some time here and there to write, but writing just won't be a priority for me this week.

that's all for today. i'll see you all in december!

- spacedfoxes