#apologies for the long absence y'all

[vonstauffenberg]

Submission from justamatteroftimeisuppose

From the inbox.

"I still haven’t found any hints about or traces of a voice recording. Do you recall where you read that description of his voice?" I don't, but I do remember it was an article or something apparently quoting Hans Bernd Gisevius. As I understand it, there was no love lost between Gisevius and Claus, but the wording of the voice description was actually objective. What I mean is, if I personally disliked someone I met during a time when voice recordings weren't common, I might describe that person's voice as more annoying sounding than it actually was, haha. And this description wasn't like that at all. It just essentially said there was a bit of vocal dissonance going on.

Oh, and while I probably can't prove it, it was I who sent you the article behind the paywall. Thank you @fe-vlv for sharing the actual article/pictures!

[leclerc-hs]

ex's and oh's - CL16

pairing: ex!charles leclerc x fem!reader summary: in which you and your ex-boyfriend are in complicated territory OR your ex fucks you in the drivers seat of his car warnings: 18+, SMUT under the cut, badly translated french (pls correct me), not proofread!!!! word count: 2.4k author's note: ok I just want to sincerely apologize for my long absence on here!!! i know you’ve been waiting for me to finish this for a while now LOL but I've been insanely busy balancing life with two jobs lol. So I'm going to leave this here. I can honestly say it's not my best work and I apologize for that but I really wanted to give y'all something in the mean time. I have a bunch of drafts I plan to work on whenever I get the chance. Love you all!! pls forgive me and don't forget to leave me some comments and thoughts xoxo

THERE WAS NOTHING that could’ve prepared you for this fight. You weren’t drunk, as promised. Although you weren’t sober either. 

You and Charles were...complicated. Exes but…. still, something more. You would always be something more. Your history stretched back almost forever, and that alone made it challenging to stay apart from each other.

There was a point in time when the aftermath of your breakup made it impossible for both of you to share the same space. It invariably led to bitter arguments over seemingly trivial matters. One such instance was during a movie night with your group of friends when you showed up in a sweatshirt that was far too big for your body, obvious that it wasn’t your own. Charles simmered with silent resentment in the corner until he could no longer contain it. The memory etched vividly in your mind, recalling the knots in your stomach throughout the night, feeling the intense burn of Charles’ gaze upon you. He didn’t cast a single glance at the movie that evening.

“Who’s fucking sweatshirt is that?”

“Already fucking other people, hm?”

As you slid into the familiar supple leather seats of his Ferrari, you felt the warmth of the car hug you like a blanket, providing much relief from the contrast of the cold air outside. In the process of slipping into his car, your skirt had ridden up higher than Charles would’ve preferred, your panties nearly exposed if it weren’t for the sheer tights providing more coverage. Did you really go out dressed like that? He felt his hands grip the steering wheel tighter than normal as a waft of your perfume enveloped the car. 

“Did you have fun?” His tone was neutral, but his body posture was tense. He barely turned his head to check if you placed your seat belt on before peeling out from the curb at a speed much too fast.

Sober you would’ve caught onto his attitude almost immediately. But tipsy you, thought nothing of it. 

“Oh Charlie!” You exasperated, the click of your seatbelt filling the car as the radio was turned on the lowest possible volume. “It was so fun!” 

He dropped one of his hands from the wheel, bringing his hand to rub the scruff of his unshaven jaw, as a deep sigh falls past his lips. He was annoyed—more than annoyed. The sole fact that you left him unanswered for hours wasn’t his only issue. What had his muscles all tight and the permanent frown on his face was the images of one of your guy friends being way too close to you. Too close for Charles liking. It was the same guy that his friends had briefly mentioned weeks ago on his boat. 

“Cha, l’aimes-tu toujours?”  Do you still love her? His friends sat around the table; half-eaten food left on their plates. He didn’t answer the question immediately. But everyone knew, subconsciously, that he did.

“Elle et Nick été proches récemment,” Her and Nick have been close lately. The phrase alone made Charles choke on his water. In that moment, he thanked the lord for the sunglasses covering his widened eyes. The burn in his chest began simmering as the conversation continued.

“Oui, ne sont-ils pas partis ensemble l’autre soir?” Yeah, didn’t they leave together the other night?

He couldn’t blame his friends for the discussion. They didn’t know that you two were still in complicated territory. Everyone always figured you two would rekindle, but it’s been so long, no one knew if it would happen anymore.

So, although Charles felt like the air was being sucked out of his lungs, he plastered a big smile on his face while throwing his arm around the back of the chair beside him. “Nick, hm?”

He made a genuine effort to control his anger. Honestly, he really did try. However, as you persisted in discussing the night, particularly when the name ‘Nick’ slipped past your lips, he couldn’t help but lose his composure just a little bit.

His voice took on a lethal edge as he maneuvered the car to the side of the desolate road. The act of driving demanded attention, but his mind was a whirlwind of a million thoughts. He was consumed by anger, it oozed from every pore of his skin as he scoffed and turned to confront you. Your eyes were already fixated on him, and his gaze instantly met yours.

“A-t-il touché à toi?” Did he touch you? His voice rumbled like a low growl, and the green in his eyes was so deep and intense that it masked their actual color, making it nearly impossible to discern the green hue. But you memorized those eyes. His eyes. You were familiar with every nuance of shade that adorned them. His breath was slow and even as he awaited your answer.

The idea drove him insane—the notion of another man laying his hands on you. And even worse, you wanting another man’s hands on you.

For a moment, you found yourself taken aback, only to fully comprehend his tense posture and the sharpness in his tone. Suppressing any inclination to react visibly, you wrestled to maintain a neutral expression, ensuring your lips didn’t betray a hint of a smirk at his jealousy. You didn’t even need to ask who he was. 

“Et est-ce que cela aurait de l’importance s’il l’avait fait?” And would it matter if he did?

The fact that you didn’t need to even address who he was talking about, only caused him to spiral further. As if you were confirming that Nick is the only other option. 

The car felt increasingly smaller as the anger in Charles grew. His knee was bouncing with impatience as he clenched his jaw. Yes. Yes, it fucking mattered. He wanted to shout until his lungs gave out that it mattered. He began to lose the evenness of his breathing pattern, becoming more erratic as you didn’t answer the question.

“Dis-le-moi et nous le découvrirons,” Tell me and we’ll find out. His eyes traced your every movement as your eyes narrowed at him, a scowl forming on your lips. The lips he dreamed about almost every night. 

The silence in the car heightened, and with each passing second, you could feel your heart rate quicken. His gaze remained fixated on your face, unwilling to divert elsewhere. It was as if he were a predator, and you, his prey, captivated under the unrelenting focus of his eyes.

“What? No snarky remarks for me?” C’mon play with me. Although he felt like his chest might crack in two, he needed to mask it. Needed to be nonchalant. 

The tension lingered until you took a sharp swallow, the muscles in your neck twitching, that his eyes shifted, descending to the nape of your neck. They fixated on the subtle gleam of your collarbones, still glistening with a thin sheen of sweat from the night’s dancing. His gaze traced the gentle rise and fall of your breasts with each breath. He wanted to devour you whole.

You felt your thighs clench slightly from his pressuring gaze. He is so fucking hot. His hair in complete disarray from running his hands through it. He wore a pair of grey sweats and a black hoodie that made you want to cling your body around him as soon as you saw him.

“Y a-t-il quelque chose entre vous deux?” Is there something between you two? His patience was wearing thin. You still haven’t answered his question, and the silence was eating him alive.

You detected a subtle waver in his tone, prompting a softening in your gaze. Your hand gently reached for his face, and he allowed his head to lean ever so slightly against the palm of your hand. It was as if your touch alone had the power to appease the turmoil of anger and jealousy rising within him. 

And as much as you loved to get under his skin like he did yours sometimes. You couldn’t find it in you to provoke him. To cause him any pain. “No.”

The corner of his lips twitched up slightly as your thumb brushed against his jawline. His hands tremble when they reach for you, pulling you out of your seat and across the center console into his lap. “Est-ce que cela aurait de l’importance?” Would it matter? You repeated the question as your legs straddled him. His hands slid around your waist, resting on your backside in a tight grip, so you couldn’t move. 

His mouth formed into a hardened line, as if he forced it to show you just how serious he was when he answered. “Bien sûr que cela a de l’importance,” Of course it matters. 

“Porquoi?” Why?

“Why?” He repeats your question. Scoffing at the fact that you even had to ask him. As if you didn’t already know why.

You suck in a sharp breath as soon as his warm tongue meets with the nape of your neck, trailing hot and wet kisses up until his lips meet yours for a moment before pulling away. 

“Mon coeur t’appartient.” My heart is yours. There was no questioning in his words. “Il a toujours été tien.” It’s always been yours. As those words hung in the air, your breath caught. You love this man. You love this man with every fiber of your being. 

His fingers gripped onto your thighs with an almost bruising intensity, as if he needed to confirm your presence by feeling you in his hands, ensuring you weren’t a figment of his imagination. His nails traced along the thin fabric at the apex of your thigh, before digging them in and tearing them open instantly. You let out an audible moan as his fingers found immediate solace to the damp spot on your underwear. Of course, you were already wet just by looking at him.

“Est-ce que tu m’aimes?” Do you love me? He questioned, adding slight pressure to your cotton covered clit. 

You moaned in delight at the contact but did not answer his question. It drove him mad.

His fingers slipped past your underwear, shoving them to the side, and slipping his fingers into your heated core. His fingers curled, hitting the spot you needed him most just right. Your back arched, barely grazing the horn of the steering wheel. Your hands were frantic, reaching for the waistband of his grey sweats as Charles lifted in hips off his seat to help you.

“Oh fuck,” You moaned out loud. The pace of Charles’ fingers had you careening forward with a cry, before he pulled them out of you completely, leaving you shouting “No!”.

“Relax cherie,” He clicked his tongue before pulling your chest flush with his, raising you up an inch to slide his cock right into you. He groaned as your pussy clenched tightly around him, squeezing him so tight he could barely focus on anything else. He held you down against him, letting neither of you move. 

It wasn’t until you fully sat, completely full of him, that he rips the buttons of your shirt open, revealing a lacy ensemble across your chest. He traces the tip of his finger along cup of your breast and says, “Did you wear this on purpose, hm?”

You shook your head, wiggling your hips with a groan. You needed to move, needed to feel the force of his cock into you, but he wouldn’t let you. He just held your hips down as if he was waiting for something.

"You feel so good," He groans. "Squeezing me so tight."

“Cha, please.” You begged, getting agitated at the lack of movement.

“Est-ce que tu m’aimes?” Do you love me? He repeats again. A grin stretched across his features at your obvious struggle. The fact that you needed his cock this badly, had him only growing harder. 

You bit your lip as Charles’ fingers sprawled across your neck in a tight grip, pulling your face to his. Close enough that your noses were touching.

“Réponds, et je suis tout à toi.” Answer, and I’m all yours.

“Est-ce que tu m’aimes?” Do you love me?

You don’t know what held you back from answering before. Because you did. He knew you did. He just needed to hear the words from your lips. Needed the reassurance that this was more than a quick fuck to you.

“Oui!” Yes! You half-shouted, eyes blown wide with need. “I will always love you!”

His hand released your hips, giving you the immediate go-ahead. You wasted no time, working yourself over his cock, moans eliciting from the both of you almost instantly. His hands slid to cup your ass, controlling your movements as he urges you to move faster.

“Mon dieu,” Charles groaned, his fingers dipping into the cup of your lacy ensemble, rolling your nipples between his index finger and thumb. “Je t’aime,” I love you.

The mere utterance of those words had you instinctively squeezing his cock with an intensified fervor, bringing you perilously close to the brink of ecstasy. A sly smirk played on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the effect his declaration had on you.

You moved your hips faster, the bounce of your breasts had Charles in a trance before he brought his eyes back to your face, looking you deep in the eyes. “Je t’aime,” He muttered again, bringing his lips to your mouth, swallowing your moans as if they were the oxygen he needed to breathe. “C’mon, give it to me.” He begged, thrusting his hips upward into you as much as he could, eyes rolling to the back of his head until you both reach that point of ecstasy you both needed.

His face was bright red, cheeks flushed, as you worked yourself over him in a hurried pace. His sweatshirt no doubt, making him feel like a furnace, as sweat forms near his eyebrow. His eyes were wild, unsure where to look until they met with your eyes. His cock twitching inside of you from the clench of your pussy on him, and the gaze of your eyes.

“Je t’aime!” You shouted, releasing all over him and falling forward in exhaustion onto Charles chest. 

Charles groaned hotly into your ear, his release catching him completely off guard due to the words you uttered. You could hear his heart pounding in his chest as you rested against it. 

“Mon Coeur est à toi.” My heart is yours. His fingers caressed the ends of your hair behind your back. The both of you made no attempts to move.

“Mon Coeur est à toi.” My heart is yours. You repeat back to him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

[littlemissayu]

Hi, I really love your twisted wonderland fics, especially the ones where the twisted wonderland boys are being fathers, had me fangirling for hours!!! So I was wondering if you could do a Twisted Wonderland Boys x Reader: WEDDING EDITION!! (Proposal, Ceremony(with Wedding dance song), Honeymoon(kinda saucy)), Also with some Chaotic shenanigans? I've been watching a lot of Rom-Com movies lately, especially My Best Friend's Wedding.

A Quick Trip to The Alter

A/N: I wanted to write some sort of wedding headcanons so thank you for the suggestions!! I really love domestic so its nice to get to do it. It might have taken me a while to get to this due to working on something separate, but now I'm gonna spend some time trying to update more.

A/N#2: I don't remember the last time I was editing this but geez, it's taking me long to post anything at all, I've had ZERO inspo the whole summer, and now school's starting up again by the time I'm writing this author's note, but let's hope I get this out b4 September lol. Let's also hope somehow school will motivate me to be more active in posting A/N#3: I lied I wasn't gonna get this out before September, I apologize. As I am writing this authors note it is 9/17/24 and i've only finished Riddle's part....

Pairings: Heartsabyul x FEM!reader (romantic)

Proposal-

It's romantic obvi, he's so awkward, not to mention atp that he's proposing you guys have been dating for 5 years MINIMUM.

It was a sunny afternoon and the two of you were having tea out in your backyard right by the newly blooming roses. The table was filled with white rose red and (ur fav color). As you two were sitting Riddle was so obviously nervous, and when he spoke up you could hear the nerves in his voice.

“ Dearest, we’ve had a wonderful 5 years together, you’ve been the greatest addition to my life. Without you I feel like a kingdom without its ruler, lost and chaotic”

Riddle’s face was redder than his hair you might’ve mistaken him for a Christmas tree skirt.

“There is nothing more fulfilling than spending all my days in your presence. Your absence is my worst nightmare and your smile is my greatest treasure. A treasure I want to cherish for the rest of our existence”

You finally notice the black velvet box in his hand. He drops to a single knee in front of you, at your mercy. Looking up at you with pleading eyes he ask-

“My Darling Rose, will you become my Queen of Hearts?”

Ceremony-

The ceremony is in a banquet hall, filled to the brim with red and roses. Your favorite color and the blood red compliment the white decor and clam lights.

Riddle was at the end of the aisle, the nervousness on his face was evident. Trey as his best man at his side Cater in tow. And when you finally walk down the isle it's like time freezes in place, and his heart stops, seeing you all done up in your stunning attire, hair, makeup, and just everything about this moment was perfect. His heart warmed, a feeling of home washing over him.

"My dearest, Y/N, you are my peace and my home, everything that I am and will be is with you. The name on my heart is yours. I will spend every second of everyday devoting myself to you and our love. Being your husband is a title I will cherish for all my days"

Wedding song: Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey(instrumental orchestral version/Great Gatsby ver.)

Riddle would want the first dance to be romantic and classy just like you guys and this entire wedding, so y'all are totally slow dancing to this song, because the orchestral version just sounds romantic and grand(especially the ver. from the lady on TikTok who was walking down the isle to it iykyk)

Honeymoon-

I feel like ya'll would go somewhere in the country side, whatever the equivalent to the french countryside, where you guys will be in a beautiful vacation home there surrounded by fields of wildflowers and small fruits growing on bushes nearby, with a small town down the road. While Riddle would enjoy going out into he town with you and learning it's history and culture, he'd also enjoy other honeymoon activities in the comfort of your comfy vacation home, besides even the bedroom is so gorgeous it's only right to use it for one of it's many purposes.

Proposal- It will catch you so off guard. Picture this it's a night after a long day at the bakery and the two of you are walking home together as usual. He asks to walk a long route because it's more scenic and your like sure so you guys are walking and you stumble across a huge willow tree, specifically a weeping willow and you see two initials one are his and the one at the end of the plus has your first initial and his last initial so you joke how it would take a wedding ring to make that happen and he just says "So let's make it happen, Y/N L/N, would you make the decision to not only share a last name, but a lifetime together?"

Ceremony-

I dunno why but I'm convinced yall get married in a garden or something. Think about it a nice forest with luscious trees and greenery, complemented by the fresh white and complementing amber color, as you make your way down the isle the standing their a we smile on his face as you come down the isle. His family and yours watched the two of you in awe and filled with love in their hearts and their eyes.

"Y/N, so much is beautiful about you, your eyes, your hair, your teeth, your smile, your warm embrace, and your sweet face. But nothing can compare to the beauty of your love, the most precious gift anyone could give me. Now I don't have to waste a second yearning for your love cause now I'll wake up to it in the morning and it'll give me the peace I need to sleep at night. I will spend every second of everyday trying to give you the love you give me tenfold and more because you are so worthy of that love and anything you could ever ask for. Thank you for being mine."

Wedding Song: Just the Two of Us by Bill Withers and Grover Washington Jr.

Vintage, romantic, classy. This is the song Trey would guide you in an intimate waltz with all his friends and family watching. Romance is in the air and everyone can feel the love between you two. And while the two of you are waltzing he's whispering all the things he plans to do to you the minute you're left alone.

Honeymoon-

Now if you've noticed I am RUNNING with this greenery theme but you two would spend your week away together on a lovely lake house that you rented for a week(or however long). The sweet sounds of birds chirping and the sun peeking through the small crack in the curtains as the sounds of the outside relaxed the two of you. The smell of the forest filled your nostrils from the small crack in the window. resting you head on his bare chest and the two of you are cuddled up under the covers. No view the lake could give would be better than the sight of him on top of you.

Proposal-

Think about it like this, the two of you are on a vacation together and he takes you to a private romantic dinner to commemorate your last day there (and take some cute pics for the gram). You finish taking pics and he mentions the beauty of the view. "But it would be more beautiful if you were in a wedding dress" you turn to look at him "And why would I-"

"How about a diamond to become a diamond for starters?"

Ceremony-

An evening/late afternoon ceremony. It's in a gorgeous town hall with marigolds and roses to compliment the warmth from the love that was bouncing off the walls. And as you walked down the isle in a dress that complimented and flattered you in ways that didn't seem possible. And as Cater looked at you, making steps closer and closer to be his wife, his heart melted. Only you could tell that at this very moment he wanted to shed a tear(ugly cry) at the sight of you. Everything in this moment felt complete.

"Thank you for giving me your love and affection. Nothing about you could ever compare to the love of anyone else, you are my home and my heart rest in your hands. Your delicate loving embrace holds my heart dear and guards it from the dangers of the world. My love for you is everlasting, every second of everyday my love for you will increase tenfold and all I want is to serve and love you the way you deserve as not only the fantabulous person you are but the way my wife deserves"

Wedding Song: Die with a Smile by Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga

Man maybe it's just cause I'm obsessed with this song, but I can just picture Cater and his new stunning wife dancing in the romantic lighting of the wedding reception to this heart warming song, that makes me wanna fall in love with someone so baddddd.

Honeymoon-

Whatever the equivalent to Greece in twisted wonderland that is exactly where your going. Think mamma Mia vibes. Maybe you're on an island, an island by the mainland with a Airbnb (well the test equivalent) that's right near the water with a stunning view, and you guys are near a market place too. You're out on the balcony where you're looking out into the sea as your husband wraps his arms around, his bare chest out and his head resting between your neck near the bruises and marks from the night before were, ones that he made sure were their himself.

Proposal- A part of me wants to say that he just randomly asks one day while you guys are eating dinner but I'mma trust him and say that he put some effort behind this because he loves you. So let's say you two were at a dinner with his family, and strangely enough the topic of marriage is brought up every so often. "You know lilies are pretty wedding flowers" "Don't you think that a summer wedding would be better than a winter wedding?" "Isn't the idea of settling down just darling, especially if you've been dating for a while, just seems like the logical next step doesn't it?". The only reason you weren't heavily suspicious is cause they always pondered out loud when you two would tie the knot. So by the time you left you hadn't really thought much about it. As you two head back to the car Ace asked if you wanna take a walk by the park that was only 20 minutes away walking and you were down. The walk was mostly quite the two of you just enjoying the scenery that there was to appreciate in the Queendom. Once you get to the park you two are walking deeper and deeper when you notice a small empty area near the flowers where fairy lights are set up? The fairy lights are hanging up on the branches of two trees and it was stunning, Rose petals dabbled around the area and you look at it in awe as your distracted you hear Ace clear his throat and you turn to him, on a single knee.

"Y/N, we've been together for, a while and I think I'm ready to spend my life with you, not as my girlfriend but as my wife, so would you like to be my wife?"

Ceremony-

An intimate wedding in a stunning garden. And there is totally fairy lights because when I think of Ace for some reason I think of fairy lights. Like imagine the fairy lights entangled in the seat to light your way to him and all the Rose petals and the smiles of your families. A beautiful arch adorned with roses the color of blood and ones a pure white as a compliment. Hints of gold everywhere really harp on the warm feel. Ace looks at you smirking, trying not to laugh, not cause anything's funny, just cause the fact this is even happening feels so unreal, you're seriously about to become his wife.

"Y/N, thank you choosing to stay by my side. I can be a hassle sometimes, you tell me as much, but you've never left. You've loved me and cared for me every step of the way. I plan to spend the rest of my days living up to being the perfect, or somewhat perfect, husband you deserve. I don't think I'll ever reach that standard but I'll do my damned hardest trying to. If you were to cut my heart open all you'd find is you, anything and everything about you. That is what I live for, to be your husband."

Wedding Song: I Think They Call This Love by Elliot James Reay

This song is so damn romantic and if Ace had to define you guys love I'm confident this is what he'd pick. If you haven't heard it listen to it please this song is so good and I really think it embodies Ace's love. If you've read my Rom-Com song picks you'll understand why, this song and that one have the same vibe in my opinion.

Honeymoon-

Yall totally going to like the TWST equivalent of Portugal. Imagine site seeing, Ace would say it's boring but he'd secretly be invested in the beauty of the culture and history. Especially all the palaces and market places. He loves it, the views are fabulous, the foods fantastic and the people are great. But his favorite part of this place isn't the white sand beaches, the detailed architecture or even the culture that was built into the place. His favorite part is when you two are left alone in your resort room when he's left to be between the warmth of your legs. Eyes to eyes, skin to skin. Yeah that's definitely the best part

Proposal-

He's nervous af. Sweaty palms, racing thoughts, stuff movements. This man is STRESSED. You two are taking a romantic blastcycle ride at sunset when he stops a cliff with a stunning view of a valley. You can just feel the nervousness radiating off of him and you rub his forearm to calm him, chuckling you ask him what's up and his face becomes flushed as he looks over his shoulder to the view right by the two of you as he begins to speak

"Y/N, you know that I love you.I'd do anything to ensure your happiness, even if it was without me. You're special to me, and that's why I hope you can have your happy beginning with me. Will you marry me?"

Ceremony-

Totally in a like a small chapel, with friends and family surrounding the two of you. The blue chrysanthemums and white jasmines decorate the chapel. The soft music of the wedding march playing as you make your way to him. He's sobbing. uncontrolably. You're just such a vision in white, you're beauty filling him with warmth but his love for you is really what has him in fat tears running down his cheek as he looks at you ever so lovingly, making your way to the start of your life together, forever.

"Y/N, I can barely describe my love for you. It transcends any word or saying or thought. I treasure anything and everything you say, do, think, or express. Your joy is precious and I'd do anything to preserve it and help it grow. I will do my best to be a dutiful and worthy husband. No gem could compare to the pricelessness of your love, everything I do will be to show my love for you."

Wedding Song: Line without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery

I have zero logical explanation behind this pick besides the fact this songs like Deuce, not voice wise, but tone wise. Something about this song is so moving and so Deuce kind of love, like this is how he would describe his love for you, but to him it'd never feel like enough, there's so much more to his love for you.

Honeymoon-

Sweden(the TWST equivalent ofc), like imagine you two staying in a quaint yet busy cute Swedish town. The warm lighting of the place and the warmth of the food, the people, the culture. Imagine waking to the sight of pure snow sitting on the buildings and people starting there day, the smell of fresh winter and the warmth of the hot chocolate warming you right up. But nothing can compare to the warmth you get from your now husbands bare skin against yours, warm and comforting. Your limbs entangled together under the sheets, very satisfied from the night before.

A/N: the fact this took me months get over with is ridiculous, let's hope the school year somehow, motivates me to write more. I dunno I guess when I don't feel busy I forget about all my writing but when I feel busy I wanna write desperately. Anyways, Ik I always say this then never release anything BUT FLOOD MY INBOX BABES. I will force myself to sit in front of my computer til I get something out of myself. You guys have great ideas and I'd love to recieve more to release more content, besides the ones I think of ofc.

If y'all think this deserves to be a series lmk, I think I'll actually be up to it

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[psychedelic-ink]

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.

DAY ONE OF HAUNTED HOEDOWN

prompt: taboo au + "i'll be your dirty little secret, if that's what you're into."

pairing: stepbrother!frankie x santi's gf!reader

genre: explicit smut, minors dni

summary: you were seventeen when Frankie became your stepbrother, but no matter the title, he never felt like a brother to you, going off to college right after your father remarried. But no matter the circumstances, he was still off limits. Years pass and when he returns from the army your relationship with him is even more strained. You end up settling for the second best thing instead, his best friend. Everything seems to be going fine until Frankie stays over and Santi needs to leave for work.

word count: 5k

warnings: infidelity (reader cheats on santi), stepcest, possesive!frankie, y'all this fic isn't morally okay at all but it's not exactly "dark" it's just really messed up so read with caution, breeding kink, dirty talking, fingering, mild degradation kink, male masturbation, piv, oral sex, spitting, pillow humping, size kink, poor santi didn't deserve this, size kink, cuckolding kink???? (santi isn't there but frankie gets really turned on talking about it)

a/n: i don't know who's or what's gonna do it but I need someone to forgive me for this. also hopefully this turned out okay, it's very loosely edited and feel a bit all over the place but hopefully I'm just overthinking it. enjoy babes

Your father remarried when you were seventeen. 

You felt cheated at the time. And not because your father had found love again—no, that made you quite happy actually. You just wished he’d done it sooner, you could’ve benefited from having a big brother early on. Your relationship with your birth mother wasn’t easy, especially when you were young, and having someone there to vent to would’ve been like a dream. Your dad listened, but you know he felt someone guilty for it even though it wasn’t his fault. 

Frankie was only three years older than you. Sadly, he didn’t stick around for long, going off to college a year later. But his visits were frequent enough that you two developed a somewhat friendly relationship.

Emphasis on the somewhat. 

Being young and dumb, you developed a crush on him instead. It was an innocent thing. Just some hearts around his name and following him around like a duckling whenever he was around. Your dad and stepmom found it cute, endearing. Frankie seemed indifferent most of the time. He listened when you needed to vent, brought you soup when you were sick and your parents were working—and that was pretty much it. 

Then he went and joined the army. 

You remember the chaos that decision brought over the household. You were applying for colleges all on your own, your dad busy trying to console your stepmom, the latter being distraught over the potential of losing her son. You were just. . . sorta around, floating and looking over them, listening without really being there, just. . . there. 

A month later you were surprised to find a letter addressed to you. There was one for his mom and one for you, you just stared at it, confused when your dad handed it to you. 

You opened it in your room. You swore the damn paper smelled like him, the beat of your heart too loud to your own ears. 

You read it. There was only one sentence scribbled down, his handwriting even more crooked than usual. 

I’m sorry. 

You didn’t write back to him. You had no idea why he was apologizing and you were too afraid to ask at the time. During your first day of college you just assumed it was because he left you to deal with the mess his absence caused. 

Then he returned. 

The house was bustling when you came for your weekend visit. Your stepmom grinning from ear to ear when you arrived, hugging you tight with tears shining in her eyes. Frankie had brought a friend with him, a friend almost as handsome as him. 

Said friend had smiled at you, squeezing your hand tight, “Santiago,” he introduced himself. He stayed over for about a week and so did you, charmed by this sudden stranger that was your brother’s best friend. 

Frankie didn’t address the letter. Or what he’s written inside of it. He was the same as he’d ever been and for a second you doubted if you ever did receive a letter. But you knew you did. You still had it. 

At the end of the week, Santi officially asked you out, telling you that he’d already spoken to Frankie about it. You almost laughed at the absurdity of the whole ordeal. It wasn’t like Frankie ever was protective towards you, you were pretty sure Frankie couldn’t care less about who you dated. But nonetheless, you said yes, hoping that Santi would bring you the normalcy you so desperately craved. 

And he did. You were happy, enjoying every moment you spent with him. Santi didn’t push you aside, he didn’t make you feel like you had to fight for his attention. You didn’t have to play tricks or games, you weren’t second place to no one. Finally, you felt like the lead in your own goddamn life and you would always feel grateful to him for that. 

You couldn’t say the same thing with your relationship with Frankie thought. He completely iced you out, only talking to you normally when people were around, especially Santi. No one seemed to notice. You wanted to ask him about it but too much of a coward to do so. And honestly, you didn’t have it in you to care anymore. Neither you nor Frankie were young anymore; if he had a problem, he could just ask.

Three months into your relationship, you moved in with Santi. 

The setting sun's warm, orange glow pours through the open windows. A gentle breeze brushes against your skin, as you place a cup of hot black coffee on the table in front of him.

Santi sits on the couch, absorbed in the files from work. His fingers flip through the pages as he studies them intently. The soft rustling of paper mingles with the soft summer air. 

You sit next to him, your legs brushing together. Unlike him, you didn’t hate yourself so you were cooling your insides down with an iced coffee. You take a sip, your eyes eating at the way the sun kisses his skin, sharpening his jawline further. 

“Thanks,” he mutters, lifting his mug to your lips. His eyes find yours midst of drinking. “What are you looking at, querida?” he asks, lips twitching into a smile. 

“Oh nothing,” you hum. “Just looking at my very hot boyfriend.” 

“Very hot hmm,” Santi places the mug on the coffee table and gives you all his attention. “Seems like someone’s gonna miss me when I’m away.” 

Before you can quip back, he pulls you to his lap, your thighs framing his hips. You instinctively grind down and let out a shuddering breath, Santi drops his head back against the couch. “Fuck, you really are going to miss me, aren’t you? Sweet thing.” 

You cradle his jaw with both hands, leaning in, you press your lips together. Santi eagerly licks the seam of your lips, a silent order for you to let him in, you do, moaning at the feel of his tongue dancing alongside yours. He sucks the air from your lungs, tracing every inch of you with his tongue, a shiver runs up your spine, your body rubbing against his despite yourself. 

When he parts away you take in the sight of his swollen lips, his lustful gaze. Your heart skips a beat and your insides flush. 

“Oh, by the way, Frankie called,” he says out of the blue and out of breath. 

Well, that certainly kills the mood. 

“He needs a place to crash a couple of days, is that alright?” his eyebrows raise. “I’m actually surprised you don’t know. What kind of sibling relationship do you two have?” 

“You know we never actually lived together right?” you shrug. “But of course, he’s my brother and I love him. He can stay as long as he wants to.” 

He nods. “Good,” then nods again before giving you a quick peck on the lips. “It’s a bummer I won’t be here when he arrives.” 

“You could’ve rescheduled.” 

“This isn’t that kind of job sweetheart, you know it.” he nuzzles your cheek, feeling your discomfort. “But anyway, I’ll see him plenty when I get back.” 

You draw him into another kiss, and you take your time with it, feeling the fat strokes of his tongue delving into your mouth as you part your lips further. You wish he’d be here when Frankie comes. He still doesn’t talk much unless there are others around and after all these years you don’t know what you did to anger him enough so that he’d hold a grudge. 

Santi moans into your mouth and cups your breasts, toying with your hardened nipples with his thumbs. You wonder how okay he’d be with it if he knew about your past crush on Frankie. He’d probably laugh it off, it was a long time ago anyway. 

Your mind drifts to Frankie. To his messy curls the ballcap he refused to take off. Deep down you wonder what his reaction would be in learning about your past crush. A gush of heat rolls down your spine, slick gathering at the seams of your underwear. Santi's fingers glide downward, tracing the path between your legs. You shudder, a moan breaking through your lips. 

You’re not sure who you’re thinking about right now, two faces merging as one. 

You’re sitting on the couch, rigid, when you hear the knock that you hoped never came. 

All day you’ve been pacing around thinking about it, thinking about Frankie. He hadn’t called you not even once. All of his travel info was forwarded to you by Santi. It hurt to a degree. Him ignoring your presence so forcefully. You haven’t visited home in ages just because you knew he was staying there, helping your dad with the business. Sometimes you teased your father that Frankie was the son he’d always wanted, and despite your awkward laughter, you knew there was some truth to that statement. 

Another forceful knock. 

You finally push yourself off the couch and head to the door. Blood pumps vigorously through your veins, your heart beating too fast—too loud. You don’t have time to calm yourself as you yank the door open. 

His eyes immediately meet your own. Dark like chocolate chips but bitter like coffee. Sweat clings to his skin, hair curling at the ends, his shirt darkened in color sticking to his sternum, highlighting the contours of his chest and the swell of his stomach. You swallow. 

“Hey, Frankie,” you make a move to help with his luggage but he pulls it away before you can touch the handle. Filled with unease, you take a step back and leave enough room for him and his luggage to pass through. “How was the flight?” 

“Good.” 

Jesus, why does he always make everything so difficult? 

You close the door when he fully steps in, he does a brief once-over across the living room. His eyes linger on the picture of you and Santi on the coffee table, then quickly turn back to you, ignoring his own picture entirely. “Which room am I in, hermanita?” 

Your eyes widen at the endearment, your pulse picking up again. It had been years since he last called you that. “Uh. . . last room down the hall,” you murmur, mind absent. When he’s about to leave, you grip his arm, stopping him. His muscles tense underneath your touch, his eyes burning holes into the hand that’s holding him. “I cooked,” you say, choked. “You must be hungry, let’s eat first then I’ll show you around.” 

Frankie rolls his shoulders and moves his jaw from side to side. You’re about to take back your offer when he sighs, his shoulders dropping. “Fine. Okay.” 

You’re heating up the food when Frankie walks through the kitchen door. He’s wearing a clean shirt, cheeks damp from where he splashed water over himself. 

“Smells nice,” he mutters, standing next to you and peering from above your shoulder. “Is that mom’s recipe?” 

“It is,” a soft smile touches your lips. His eyes follow the curve of it, a slight surprise etching between his brows. “But I don’t make any promises about the taste. It’s my first time making it.” 

“You shouldn’t have.” 

There’s something in his tone that prompts you to stop your stirring and look at him. You’re surprised to find him already staring. His eyes clouded, lips tight as his gaze searching yours. “I shouldn’t have. . . what?” you ask very slowly, every word chosen very carefully. 

“Cooked,” he’s so unbelievably close. So close that you can hear the rasps in his voice, feel the heat of his breath across your cheeks. Your breath catches in your throat, heat pooling in your stomach. 

“O–Oh, well it’s nothing,” you force a chuckle. “Didn’t want to feed you something you didn’t like when you’re already probably uncomfortable.” 

He laughs, a sound you hadn’t heard in such a long time. Your body vibrates with the sound. “What am I? A dog?” However, the moment is fleeting like the sand dancing under the wind. His brows furrow. “What do you mean uncomfortable?” 

Ah, so much for picking your words carefully. 

You shrug and turn off the stove. Your eyes move up to the cupboard, you so desperately want to break away from the hold the close proximity has on you but it just feels good to be physically close to him again. He’s taller than Santi, that combined with broad shoulders and chest, Frankie’s presence can be quite demanding when he wants it to be. You guess that right now is one of those moments. He cups your chin, his fingers brushing against your neck. Your throat bobs heavily under his palm, sweat gathering at the small of your back. 

“Don’t play dumb,” you answer him sharply. “You barely talk to me when we’re alone. You didn’t even tell me you were staying over or your itinerary, I had to learn it all from Santi,” you break away from his grip, your anger starting to boil over. Frankie’s unphased by your sudden movement. “So what? All of that changes just because I cooked for you? Just because you only now noticed that I actually care about you? Do you have any idea how—” 

You clamp your lips shut. It was too much— too much threatening to bubble out. The inside of your mouth feels like sandpaper, your throat convulsing painfully as regret coats your tongue. You dare a glance at Frankie. He doesn’t seem taken aback by your outburst. In fact, he’s giving you a look as if he’s been waiting for this. 

“I know that you care,” he murmurs and you look away, the softness in your tone more than enough to convince you that he knows. And he had known, all this time. “I had to ice you out. I didn’t have much of a choice.” 

You need to hear him say it. You need him to tell you that he knows—you need him to blatantly tell you that every time you averted your gaze at the last second years before. . . he noticed. 

“Choice in what? Just tell me,” you wrap your arms around yourself, feeling like your entire body might shatter into a billion pieces at any second. 

He gives you a knowing look, eyes moving up and down your figure. “You know why.” 

“So as always it’s my fault.” 

“What?” he blinks rapidly and comes closer, hands finding your waist in an odd sense of familiarity. “No no, it’s not your fault. I. . . I was protecting you,” he licks his lips, eyes dropping to your mouth. “I was. . . protecting you from myself.”

You shake your head, fighting every urge to nuzzle his neck like a wounded animal. To smell his scent to soothe you. God, you’re unbelievable. And here you thought all your feelings had disappeared, apparently, they were just laying dormant under the flesh and bone. 

His nails bite into your skin despite your clothes. 

“Do you know how hard it was seeing you with him?” he spat the last word as if it was poison. A shiver crawls up your spine, needles digging into your skin. “You started to look at him the same way you used to look at me. I had to pull away.” 

“You were jealous?” you ask, confusion crossing your face. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” 

“Because it’s wrong, hermanita.” 

The Spanish hit his tongue more violently this time. A reminder of what this relationship was supposed to be. However, the word doesn’t stop him from coming closer and closer, until his lips are only a breath away. 

“We’ve never been brother and sister, Frankie,” you say voice surprisingly hoarse. “Everyone knows that.” 

He scoffs, “You’re dating my best friend.” 

For that, you don’t have an excuse. All you can do is swallow and nod, his chest now flush against his, the only thing separating you to is your own arms that were still squeezing you tight. 

Frankie observes you a second longer, eyes flitting across your face; taking in the sight of your parted lips and dilated pupils. “But,” he continues, voice dangerously low. "I'll be your dirty little secret, if that's what you're into."

You enter the bedroom and as soon as you do guilt rapidly builds in your chest, Frankie is right behind you, closing the door while your gaze remains glued to the picture that’s on your nightstand. A picture of you and Santi; there’s frosting on his nose from your birthday cake, your face split in a huge smile. You also remember being mildly bummed that Frankie hadn’t called. 

He follows your gaze, frowning when he notices what it was that you were staring at. With large steps, he walks over to the frame and slams it down. 

“Do you want this?” he breathes out, voice nothing but gravel. He doesn’t turn to look at you, his face lowered to the nightstand. “Because if you don’t, you have to tell me.” 

He’s asking the wrong question. 

You walk up to him, sliding your arms to his front as you press your forehead between his shoulder blades. 

Of course, you want this. 

The question he should be asking is if it’s worth throwing everything away just for one night. Because this is what that was. You don’t think you can hide it, and you’re not even sure if you want to hide it. 

Being with Frankie tonight means that you’re saying goodbye to Santiago, whether you tell him or he figures it out. 

You clutch the front of his shirt. It’s damp with sweat. You press a kiss, enjoying the moisture gathering at your lips. “Do you?” 

He turns around and grabs your face, pulling you to him immediately. Your mouths crash together, tongue and teeth eager to explore more of the other. He’s already pulling you away before your brain can’t even comprehend the taste of him, “More than anything,” he growls, hands still cradling your face. “Get on your knees.” 

Your drop instantly, not even bothering to take off your shirt. Warmth blossoms all over your skin as he drops his pants along with his boxers, cock already hard and ready. He starts stroking himself and tilts your head back. “Open your mouth,” he orders. 

Slotting the head of his cock between your lips, fist moving up and down his length. You close your lips around him, dipping your tongue into the slit. He groans with a rock of his hips, the first drops of precome stain your tongue, a loud moan ripping from your throat. You desperately want to bury your hand between your legs, your clit throbbing angrily. 

Frankie moves his hand away from his cock and brackets your head with both hands, pushing you forward down his cock. Only halfway down and you begin gagging, struggling for breath. You knew he’d be big, you just weren’t aware of how big. 

A cruel laughter rings above you, “That’s it?” he asks. “That’s all you can take?” you look up, eyes teary as he thrust a little bit more. Your throat squeezes helplessly around the width of him, your nostrils flaring. Frankie clicks his tongue, “My poor baby sister,” he tuts. “You’re not used to taking something this big huh?” 

You attempt to convey an answer but end up choking around him instead, your lids flutter, wet lashes kissing the skin under your eyes. “I guess I’ll have you train you myself,” your nipples harden at the promise, slick gathering at the seams of your underwear. “But later,” he says and much to your disappointment, pulls out. 

You breathe heavily, chest heaving as oxygen floods your lungs. 

“Strip,” he says, pulling off his shirt and kicking his pants away. “And get on the bed.” 

“So bossy,” you mutter, and as soon as you do, Frankie tugs you roughly against him, his tongue slipping between your lips hastily. He doesn’t allow you to breathe, mouth moving before you get the chance. He licks deeper into your mouth, and sucks your tongue as he parts away. Your insides flush. Your head spinning and legs trembling. Lightheaded, you grip his shoulders. 

“I’m not bossy,” he grunts, wet lips touching your forehead. “I’m just eager.” 

That makes both of you. Quickly stripping, you climb the bed waiting for him to show you just how eager he was. 

Instead, he walks around the bed, examing the pillows, “Which one is his?” 

“Santi’s pillow?” you raise an eyebrow. “It’s the one on the left.” 

He takes it with a hum, “Spread your legs,” he says and when you do, he places the pillow between them. Your heart races, a surge of arousal coursing through your veins. You don’t lower yourself down on the pillow, too embarrassed to do so. Frankie sits on the footstool at the end of the bed and takes his cock into his fist. He stares at you expectantly. 

“Uh—What am I supposed to do?” 

His cat-like grin makes you realize he wanted you to ask that, he leans forward, touching himself slowly, “I want you to make a mess of his pillow,” he groans. You clench at the order, your cheeks heating at how slick you’ve gotten just from the thought of it. “I want you to drench it so when he lays his head, he knows you don’t belong to him.” 

Frankie’s gaze flash with hunger, it frightens you to a degree, how angry he truly is. 

The fact that you actually do it, frightens you more. 

You lower yourself onto the pillow, feeling its softness beneath you and a strange thrill whispering through your body as your arousal surges higher. With a moan, you begin to ride the pillow, sinking your hips deeper with every thrust. You feel it grazing your clit, a whimper dropping from your lips. Mouth agape, you lift your gaze to Frankie. 

He’s stroking himself with a smile, wet noises coming from his fist fill the room, he swipes a thumb over the head. Your mouth flooding with saliva, you press against the pillow harder, the muscles of your legs clenching. Frankie notices and spreads his legs further, giving you a show of cupping his balls before moving his hand up again. 

“You look like you’ve never seen cock before,” he purrs. “You can’t wait can you? For me to fill that hungry pussy up. Don’t worry, big brother is going to take care of you.” 

“Fuck—” you can feel your body becoming increasingly slick, your breathing heavy and labored as pleasure ripples across your skin. Your body tenses and trembles as you rock against the pillow relentlessly, the coil tightening as you circle your hips. 

Dampness gross underneath you, Frankie’s eyes fixed on where you and Santi’s pillow connect. You’re embarrassingly wet, strings of slick stretching between. Your movements start to slow as your orgasm nears, it’s too much and you have the need to just bend over and let Frankie fuck you hard without any of the games. 

The legs of the footstool drag against the hardwood floors, the sound making you jump. Climbing the bed, he sits on his knees, “Let me feel how wet you are,” he groans. He pushes his hand between your legs without waiting for an answer. He slips a finger in, your eyes rolling back at the pressure. “He can’t get you this wet can he?” he asks rhetorically. “Bet he’d loved to see you getting yourself off like this, coming for another man.” he curses, thrusting into his other hand. 

You hover above the pillow, your thighs starting to shake for exertion. 

“Don’t stop, baby. Come on, soak it—soak it and I’ll fuck you.” 

Your nipples tighten and your skin begins to tingle with arousal. Your head tilts backward and your mouth opens slightly as your body arches and grinds against the pillow. Something devastating builds inside, it builds and builds and builds—builds until you can’t take it anymore. Liquid heat sprays out of you, your walls convulsing as you drip down his hand and soak the pillow, just like he said. 

“That’s it, that’s it,” he murmurs, pulling out his finger and dragging the wet digit over your cheek. He kisses you deeply. “Good fucking girl,” he growls into your mouth, nipping your chin. 

You gasp for breath, your hips slowing but still shaking with pleasure even when you stop. Your mind is in a state of ecstasy. Frankie forces your jaw apart and purses his lips, spitting into your mouth. You jolt when it hits your tongue. “Swallow,” he murmurs. 

“Gonna fuck you now, sweet girl,” he coos. “Gonna claim you on the bed you sleep with him every night,” he chuckles into your mouth. “I’m going to fuck you so good that Pope’s gonna keep wondering why it always smells like sex in here.” 

God, you wish it didn’t but the words and the depravity he said them in makes your skin prickle, an involuntary moan slipping from your lips. 

Frankie turns you over, pulling the pillow under your hips as you remain on all fours. Your arms feel weak, legs still trembling from your orgasm. “F–Frankie,” you slur your words. 

“Don’t worry baby,” he murmurs, pressing his mouth over the small of your back. “I got you, and I’m never gonna let go.” 

He positions Santi’s pillow under your hips, the fabric dark in color from your slick. Your arms finally gave way and you drop face-first into the sheets, you can smell him now, Santi’s pine scent fills your lungs. 

Shit, what the hell is wrong with you? 

“Stop thinking about him,” Frankie hisses from behind you, parting your folds by dragging his length. He lets out a deep sigh before you can answer. “It doesn’t matter, you won’t be able to think of anything else soon anyway.” 

You shudder at the promise of his words. He leans in, the heft of his body covering yours as his lips touch your ear, “I’m gonna come inside this pretty cunt. Then you’re going to squeeze every bit of it out and taste it—Got it?” 

“Y-Yes,” your voice is trembling, your body burning from the inside out. 

Suddenly he grips your nape, squeezing until pain ebbs under the skin. You swallow, tears stinging the corner of your eyes; he doesn’t say a word, pushing his cock between your wet thighs. It’s filthy how he makes you feel, how badly you want to surrender to him. You drool all over him, your walls spasming until the head catches against your clit and a whimper leaves your lips. 

Frankie comes to a halt and his grip around your nape lightens, caressing the skin. 

You let out a little groan as he eases himself inside you. He moves further and further until he’s fully sheathed. A thrill surges through your body. Your eyes roll back at finally faving him inside, a wanton moan falling from your lips. 

Frankie flexes his cock and you groan at the stretch, “Who’s bigger?” he huffs, pushing deeper. Your body becomes limp underneath him. “Me or him.” 

“You,” you manage to garble a response. “You’re so much bigger than him, Frankie.” 

“Yeah?” he pants, chest heaving. “He can’t fuck you like this can he?” 

He presses your hips flush against the pillow, the dampness that touch you scorching your skin. You nod helplessly and claw against the sheets. “He can’t—” you choke out. “Frankie please.” 

He gives you what you want, grinding against you, cock filling you up with every forceful thrust. His ragged moans echo around the room, and you grasp onto the sheets tighter. Every thought is knocked out of your head every time he buries himself into you. Hips bruising where it hits your skin. You reach the peak quickly, that familiar tingle blossoming between your legs. 

“Fuck—” beads of sweat line Frankie’s body, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. “You feel so good, so fucking good.” 

He wraps an arm around you and pulls you out, holding one breast tight. His thumb goes in circles, lust lapping at your tired body as he presses deeper. “I want to feel you coming just on my cock,” he moans into your cheek.

Frankie angles himself in a way that he brushes against something devastating inside of you. It’s like a jolt of electricity, the force of it enough to empty the air in your lungs. He drags his cock over the same spot again and again, his thrust quick paced. You cry out his name when static fills your ears and dots dance over yoru vision. Your head falls back, chest heaving as your body quakes. 

Your cunt continues to squeeze and throb around him, and soon enough, you feel the hot spill of come filling you to the brim. You swear another orgasm washes over you, the flavor of it thick on your tongue as you meet his thrusts. Frankie huffs a tired laugh and grips your asscheeks, spreading them. 

“I can feel you dripping,” he murmurs, you hear the smile in his voice. “Makes me want to stay buried in your forever,” in contrast to his words, Frankie pulls out. “I hope you didn’t forget what I said,” he kisses your neck, long and slow. “Drag that full pussy all over his pillow.” 

You spread your legs wider, rolling your hips over the soft material, you hiss when it brushes over your clit. “S-Shit, Frankie—” 

“Bet he never fucked you like that before,” he remarks. Satisfied with the mess, he gestures you to move away. You practically collaps, head thudding against the headboard. Frankie’s gaze is fixed on the poor pillow, drenched in your slick and his come. 

No matter what Frankie says, you’re not letting Santi sleep on that pillow. You’re fucked up, but you’re not that fucked up. 

Staring at the pillow, reality finally settles in. A sharp inhale parts your lips and Frankie’s eyes snap toward the sound, his gaze searching yours. “There’s no going back from this,” he says. “When’s he coming back?” 

“The day after tomorrow.” 

“Good,” he crawl over to you, taking place between your still trembling legs. He slides his palm up your tigh and presses his mouth against your neck. “That’ll give us more time.” 

You’re too much of a coward to ask time for what. 

[brucewaynehater101]

Since so many of y'all asked [nobody did. I just think I'm funny], here's songs for your playlist when writing toxic relationships:

[Also, the songs are from multiple genres.

TW for toxic relationships, abuse, etc.]

"My Way of Life" by Frank Sinatra

For when a character is so obsessed by another character that they can not live or function without that person.

"I Love You Like An Alcoholic" by The Taxpayers

Two singers chatting about how in love they are, how they want "one last kiss," how they need each other like one needs an injury, and how the love each other in the broken, toxic way of alcoholics. It's mutual acknowledgement of how fucked up they are but still wanting to be together

"Hell and You" by Amigo the Devil

A character would go anywhere with the other person, even hell. All that person needs to do is ask. Basically, it gives vibes of two people dancing and staring into each others' eyes as the world burns around them. That's part of the excitement, though.

"Tongues and Teeth" by The Crane Wives

The character is cruel and wicked, but it's all they have. It's all they can offer. If the other person wants to be in a relationship with someone who will hurt them, then okay. They can. The character warns them not to, but they're not going to stop them either. It's not going to end well, but the character let's the other person dictate what their relationship will be. Not once does the character apologize for being the way they are, just warns the other against it.

"No Children" by The Mountain Goats

The singer continues to hope for bad scenarios, such as getting injured, lying, leaving, relationships falling apart, never getting sober, etc. They compare their relationship to drowning, but they're doing it together. It's practically hate

"Chase The Feeling" by The Devil Makes Three

The other person continues their addiction despite it destroying their life. The character seems to have given up on the person and is using humor to cope with the fact that the other person won't get better

"Allies or Enemies" by The Crane Wives

Pretty much the title. Are they on the same side? They have good memories with each other, but they keep fighting as well. This constant uncertainty will kill them.

"Absence" by Rio Romeo

The character wants to know what their lover would do if they disappeared. Would their lover search for them? Disappear with them? Or let them leave without going after them?

"Saint Bernard" by Lincoln

Put on this list for the lyrics "I said make me love myself so that I might love you. Don't make me a liar. Because I swear to God, when I said it, I thought it was true."

"YKWIM?" by Yot Club

The character loves someone who doesn't love or seem to care about them. The character cares too much and they're alone

"loving me is really hard" by NEYSA

The character is cruel and confusing to their loved one. They like watching them cry but still want to be with them

"Nothing's New" by Rio Romeo

The character has been through relationships over and over again and knows the pattern of when they start to fall apart. Their heart is worn, but they love their partner. They want to hold on for however long is left.

"The Bidding" by Tally Hall

The character learned to sell their love/attention to the rich. They make people feel special and loved for a price. As long as they are paid, they will never let the other person down

"I Can't Decide" by Scissor Sisters

Manic laughter and "I can't decide whether you should live or die." Just very toxic deliberating on whether to kill their loved one

"This is Love" by Air Traffic Control

The POV of the abuser in a domestic abuse relationship. They are blaming the other person or anything but themselves, they are preventing the other from seeing anyone else, continually reinforcing that "this is love," and threatening them. It showcases a cycle of abuse and common tactics used

"The Masochism Tango" by Tom Lehrer

Basically, the character yearns to be physically hurt by their loved one.

"Misery Meat" by Sodikken

The character gives every piece of their flesh to their loved one. Through their pain, their loved one can gain so much

"Stalker's Tango" by Autoheart

The character demands the other person to love them

"How I'd Kill" by Cowboy Malfoy

The character is so obsessed by the other person that they would even kill just to see the other person. They talk about how they've never felt anything like that before

"CONTROL BABY" by Jhariah

This is more about toxic relationships with parents. "You're not the son I raised!"

[askadrianalucardtepes]

"Greetings everyone! I do apologize for my prolonged absence. Life truly got in the way and indulged in a much needed retreat. Now I am recharged and refreshed, and very excited to return here to you all! I did miss all of you, you know. I look forward to chatting with you all again!"

[OOC] Hey folks! Sorry for the unannounced long hiatus, I hadn't planned on it but it was honestly needed. Between cons and con crunching, a big dip in my mental state and a month long, amazing vacation with my beloved girlfriend I have been quite occupied. But now that I'm back home and got time on my hands again I'm more than happy to come back! Much love to all of you, I missed y'all. <3 - Adrian

[risingsuntarot]

1--2

3

What are you currently not seeing ?

My lord I'm so sorry I've been gone for so long I kinda jus felt so unmotivated and kinda went hermit mode for quite a while so I apologize for my absence!! Anyways I wanted to make a come back with a reading regarding being trapped, blinded or stuck on something that is unfortunately, hindering your process ;+(

Also * will indicate a reversal from here on out also only three piles because I wanted to get this out ASAP !!

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Pile 1

---Cards pulled---

5 of Coins/4 of Wands*/The magician

3 of coins*/The Moon

---Clarification---

9 of coins/9 of Swords/The hierophant

Ace of wands/3 of wands

There is most likely a financial or material issue happening, I heard "just enough to get by"

It looks like you lack in what you currently need as well? But despite this you are content or try to come off that way

Maybe you just moved into your own apartment recently? Or now have to pay rent or something along those lines

A new responsibility within your family/home life too

There's a lack of confidence here especially within self and home life

Something or someone in your home isn't making you feel quite safe? Or you get nightmares about them (if this is the case please seek help!!) that might be a very specific message BUT Could also be ready as you may be dealing with flashbacks at this time due to financial or material loss !! Maybe you grew up in poverty or an unstable home? Or your parents/caregivers weren't able to provide necessities?

It looks like with the magician and the hierophant there is a gift on the horizon or a very promising belief or like system? Maybe a change in routine or spending habits and thinking will help tremendously

I see that on your end for some your guides are frustrated with your lack of effort and motivation to make your thousands of ideas a reality

They absolutely love your creativity tho don't get me wrong

Maybe you have a hard time focusing right now and have many great ideas to put into place but lack motivation or resources as well so this leads to lack of movement or commitment

Sadness, restless emotions and late sleepless nights are prominent here, someone may deal with insomnia here but y'all sleep schedule is wack (same tho)

Feeling blocked and frustrated >:+(

---ORACLE/ADVICE---

Summer - "Bask in Joy and Light"

"Rise up, open your wings and shine. Bring your projects and plans into into the light, into manifestation" as soon as I opened the guidebook lil

DEADASS do that's just that, start off easy with a lobes hobby, draw something new or listen to a new genre, learn that new music sheet that has been challenging you or even get into a new type of skill to re motivate you !!

This also indicates summer may be your time of change!! New opportunities, new memories maybe even knew people

I feel like this is the perfect time to go outside, bask in sunlight and enjoy a nearby park or go on a nature hike, try meeting new people at libraries, bars or events even book clubs?

I'm getting a message to connect more with water so swimming or maybe even kayaking?

The big message here is try something n e w but I'm also being told to "loosen up" I'm tensing up a lot with this reading

Bumble bees maybe significant to someone :+) or honeycombs cereal? Lmao honey and bee related things here

---Channeled Songs---

Ego brain - SOAD

"You see my pain is real

Watch my world dissolve

And pretend that none of us see the fall

As I turned to sand

You took me by the hand

And declared, that love prevails over all"

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Pile 2

---Cards pulled---

Temperance/9 of Wands/Ace of cups*

Knight of Coins/6 of Wands

---Clarification---

5 of Coins/The Lovers*/8 of Coins

The Moon/Queen of Wands

Okay so there's a sense for reluctance from this pile tbh like to fully acknowledge the truth

I keep wanting to say what happened so you may be being asked this question a lot

For one there is guilt over either healing and moving on or from not healing and moving on from a difficult situation but for most it's a romantic connection

I feel like voices were silenced, and you were constantly fighting for you right to be heard, seen or acknowledged fairly

It was a toxic dynamic that you still look back on to this day but almost feel indifferent but it seems it's just suppressed emotions and memories that you have yet to actually acknowledge

You seem to be a BIT too logical with what happened, like everything was supposed to be this way even this you didn't at all anticipate it if that makes sense

Like you knew what it was exactly, no bs and people tried convincing you otherwise

It looks like someone may come to you to talk about what happened although you may be reluctant to actually open up and speak on your side or even acknowledge that it hurts

It's like you go on about your day with a heavy rain cloud over your head and this person can see :+(

it maybe a friend to help you through this for some possibly offering you a type of hype sesh or even help you glow up a bit even if it's confidence lol

---ORACLE/ADVICE---

Wolf- "Take care of your needs"

I feel like you definitely need rest here, this card says "Do everything you need to do to be at your best, Then move beyond your fears and limitations"

it feels like a state of I can FINALLY get some rest from running and running and running

You've been in survival mode for so long or you just genuinely feel exhausted from the expectations around you or the trauma in your past

Know that's it's okay to just chill out and it's okay to be on your own for a while it's all part of the process, in fact I believe your guides are asking you to spend time with yourself more

Self care and YouTube days are recommend :+))

---Channeled Songs---

Around the fur - Deftones

"Please don't fuck around and die like this

'Cause I love her"

Brand new numb - Motionless in white

"All of my flaws, I wear 'em with honor

A purple heartbreak for all we've suffered"

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Pile 3

---Cards pulled---

The Hierophant*/King of cups/4 of Swords

Wheel of fortune/5 of wands*

---Clarification---

Ace of Swords*/5 of Swords/Queen of Coins

The Hermit*/Queen of Cups

This may be a more masculine in terms of energy for this pile but I'll still read the same

So it seems there was a hypocrisy or an act that went against your morals and you were quick to act and deliver your opinion... "sharply"

You stood your ground and what you believed in in your heart despite the haters lol, and despite the arguments or how many people you had to leave behind something about conflict here

Although the way you did this was quite nonchalantly and someone was not a fan I'm picking up on black hair and green for the description for some reason

This person tends to be the center of attention? Or is very attractive, or maybe even a bit out of place almost ? But you not caring is pissing them off

I see there's gonna be change to the situation but someone may have to trail off onto their own path :+( a bit shunned almost but it's a high probability it's this other person

It's possible someone with the same morals and values as you is helping the conflict "die out" but not caring or almost standing in solidarity

---ORACLE/ADVICE---

High Priest - "Intend and Create"

"Recognize you have the power to change you life. Face your fear and align with the light"

Kind of a plain message but with this card I am getting that you can literally move anyway you want with this and just move on

It seems your intentions were nothing but pure in the end so no Karma was ever delivered to you

How unfortunate for the other person :+pp

It also seems some may follow in your path a bit here but spirits asking you to reach out to someone like a teacher for further guidance if you feel stuck

---Channeled Songs---

Riptide - Grandson

"I've tried getting better, did all of the twelve steps

Whoever would'a thought? Whoever could've guessed?"

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[jjmaybankslays]

THE REUNION

A/N: Hope y'all are having a great day; if not, maybe this will help improve it. This is my first time writing and also English is not my first language, so I hereby apologize for any mistakes, Feel free to correct me. This random imagine erupted in my mind and I thought why not share this with you all. Requests are open, feel free to contact me. Re-blogs are very much appreciated.

pairing: jj maybank x reader

synopsis: Reader and JJ reunited after being apart for a week.

warnings: cuteness overloaded, nothing but just fluff, kissing

Word count -> 417

y/n could be spotted, reading a book, sitting on one of the hammocks of the chateau swinging back and forth while gentle gusts of wind rushed towards her.

Her mind continuously raced with the thoughts of a certain blue-eyed, blonde boy. JJ and Y/N had always been an inseparable duo, and with them starting to date, the bond only strengthened effortlessly. It had been a week since she last saw her boyfriend, and needless to say, she was eagerly anticipating their long not so long-awaited reunion.

The boys wanted a boy's camp week as a reward for everything they had been through while finding the gold. On the other hand, the girls were not opposed to the idea of having a girl's week over in the chateau either.

She admitted that the peaceful atmosphere surrounding the chateau during their absence was not complainable, but couldn't help but feel the emptiness of the non-stop crazy antics of the boys that made it feel like home.

With the setting of the sun, she moved inside and occupied a seat beside Sarah on the old, raggy pullout couch and chatted away the entire evening with the girls, discussing girl drama and whatnot, thoroughly enjoying her time.

This was however soon interrupted by a sudden and abrupt movement causing the door to be swung open to reveal the boys. Her eyes roamed over the place till her orbs were locked with the familiar blonde. Neither of the two wasted another moment and came crashing into each other's warmth. JJ, without even hesitating, swooped her gently off the ground and twirled her around, taking in her refreshing scent and murmured slowly in her ears "Missed me, huh?"

Y/n replied with a chuckle "Oh shut up and kiss me already"

He didn't have to be told twice, he quickly grabbed her face, softly caressing the edges of it, he smashed his lips in a rushed yet passionate manner, devouring every second of it.

John B was the first one to meddle in

"Finally, they have reunited. JJ can't seem to stop blabbering about her throughout the entire trip. But this is so gross, you guys do realize we're still in here, right?"

Pope piped in "Yeah you both make me feel more single than I already feel."

Sarah shrugged while adding "I think it's pretty cute."

"John B! I thought that we were gonna keep this to ourselves, come on man."

This caused everyone to break down into fits of laughter.

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[yallmakemyassitch]

♡⁠You sweetie pies deserve something this fine evening 🥧 (⁠●⁠♡⁠∀⁠♡⁠)♡⁠

Well hello everyone, it sure has been a while! Apologies for my prolonged absence, as you know, I've been on hiatus. Well tomorrow, I'll be back in school after spring break (a long needed one too lol)

I've been working on a little something during those days and unfortunately, my break ends tomorrow, but fear not, for it is nearly complete and should be out hopefully by the end of the day tomorrow! (But no promises teehee) Here's a quick snippet to what I've been working on :333

Enjoy and have a good night's sleep, fellas (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ Also here's a giggly Agoti doodle :D

...

“Fuhuhuck, okay! I’m s-SOohoHhorRy!” He cried, his free arm lightly slamming the floor several times. He never knew his arms were so sensitive but he guessed Tabi learned a thing or two before finally initiating his revenge.

“No excuses~” Tabi purred, lightly digging just right above where his armpit would be. Agoti cried out and knocked his forehead on the floor a few times, the sensations were going to make him go mad. “UHuHaAHAHA!” He kept this up for a while, giving his friend much-needed treatment after all the bullshit he put him through. Well, it reached the finale and it was about time he’d given him what he was anticipating.

“Oh Agoti, I’m going to get your little armpit~” The Russian cooed, his index finger starting to slowly travel down his elbow, then his bicep, and then the little spot that would make his friend sing to the rooftops. Agoti about screamed when he announced himself and began to struggle again. “Tahahahabi seheheriously, I’m sorry! I- AHAHA!” Agoti whined again, this time squawking when he felt fingers tweaking his neck.

...

Mhmhmhm y'all already know I had to hook y'all up on that Entity nonsense again LOL (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) ⭐

yes I'm aware of the situation with cougar, I made this just before the situation began to pop off lmaoo

[enxar]

💙⚡ People Like Jaya 🌊💙

NINJAGO COUPLES. EPISODE 1: People Like Jaya

💙💙💙🌊⚡ На русском ⚡🌊💙💙💙

Всем привет! УРААА, я сделал это!!! Премного извиняюсь за столь долгое отсутствие новых видео, которому я и сам не рад, мне пришлось на какое-то время забросить это дело, к сожалению. Но теперь я вернулся и видео будут выходить более регулярно. И первый эдит после перерыва — горячо любимая Джея на песню «People Like Us» от Келли Кларксон!💙 И он открывает серию видео о парах Ниндзяго.

Да, наконец-то, клип о моей любимой паре в Ниндзяго... Джей и Ния — самый милый шипп в сериале. Он весёлый и открытый, немного нерешительный и пугливый; она серьёзная и умная, уверенная и смелая. Они дополняют друг друга, как никто, и этим идеально друг другу подходят. Они прошли длинную историю вместе, с самого начала шоу, они были самой первой парой, заходящей в сердце. О них я готов говорить бесконечно, и мне не хватит слов, чтобы описать их великолепие, но можно сказать короче: они — просто лучшие. 

Также это моë первое видео, смонтированное в новом приложении. Оно очень классное: появилось гораздо больше возможностей, чем в старом редакторе, которые мне ещё предстоит открыть! Работать с ним — одно удовольствие 😊

Приятного просмотра!😁 

(Ссылка ниже.)

Гм, какая же пара будет в следующем эпизоде?..🤔

💙💙💙🌊⚡ In English ⚡🌊💙💙💙

Hi y'all! URAAAA, I did it!!! I apologize for such a long absence of new videos, which I am not happy about, I had to abandon it for a while, unfortunately. But now I'm back and the videos will be coming out more regularly. And the first edit after the break is hot favorite Jaya for the song People Like Us by Kelly Clarkson! 💙 And it kicks off a series of videos about Ninjago couples.

Yes, finally a video about my favorite couple in Ninjago… Jay and Nya are the cutest shippy in the series. He's fun and open, a little hesitant and fearful; she's serious and smart, confident and brave. They complement each other like no one else, and with that, they are perfect for each other. They've been through a long history together, from the very beginning of the show, they were the very first couple to walk into a heart-to-heart. I could talk about them endlessly, and I don't have enough words to describe their awesomeness, but in short: they are simply the best.

This is also my first video edited in the new app. It's really cool: there are so many more features than in the old editor that I've yet to discover! It's a pleasure to work with 😊

Enjoy watching!😁

Hmmm, which couple will be next...?🤔

[nekotaku]

Glad to see you return ❤️

Yeeaaa.... It's good to be back.

Sorry I was gone so long. New job has me all out of sorts still.

But I'm trying to be more regular with my posts. Wouldn't want to leave y'all deprived of catgirls (and catgirl adjacents).

Here, have a catgirl as an apology for my absence.

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Hey y'all I know it's been awhile since I've posted anything on here and let me just *blows dust off this tumblr* Anyways, I apologize for the very long absence. For a long time I was suffering from constant fatigue. It sucked. I was tired all the time and all I could do was sleep with no luck. I was dealing with work too, which I was getting tired of. I managed to change jobs, but I was STILL dealing with the fatigue. My sleep schedule was so bad. I was waking up at like 4pm in the day and had barely any time for myself. Then after that, I dealt with that constant fatigue which as I said, sucked. Now, onto the future of this blog. I'm...not really into Miguel as I used to be. I'll admit there's so much drama in the spiderverse fandom that it just threw me off. I know there's story requests and I'm not sure if or when I'm going to do them. Again, I'm not really into Miguel anymore, and all the drama too from the fandom is just too much. So for now, it's just on hold. I will not be taking ANY requests right now. Currently I am busy and I do want to focus on my main story on AO3 and I do want to do a writing splurge on here. I am leaving my inbox open but any requests I will not accept. I got way ahead of myself to be honest and that's completely my fault. What are my interests right now? X-Men. I'm really into X-Men. I adore Rogue, Magneto, and yeah LMAO I especially ship Rogneto. They're so cute!! I will be focusing on X-Men stories for now, and writing Rogneto. Or Rogueneto? Idk I'll just tag both. I apologize if I disappointed anyone and it's okay if you want to unfollow. I'm sure I'll return to Miguel when the next movie comes out or I find my groove again, but right now I'm focusing on X-Men. Thank you for understanding -Cherryberry

[rudystopit]

iv. Governed By The Flesh│M.O'Hara

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Summary: You start your day with a sore back from helping Father Parker and meet Father O'Hara, who apologizes for his absence the previous night. While working together, he shows kindness but later becomes agitated when you mention past conversations. His guilt and inner conflict lead to a violent outburst, leaving him deeply troubled and remorseful.

Pairing: Priest!Vampire!Miguel O'Hara/Nun!reader

Warnings: masturbation, slight gore again.... sorry.

word count: 4,596

a/n: I must have displeased the vampire gods while writing this... I had two bats actively flying around me when I formatting this chapter for tumblr. godspeed y'all and i'm sorry vampire gods

masterlist

{cross posted on AO3}

ℜ𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔰 8:6 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔥 𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢

You wake up with the sun. The sunny sky brings a warm breeze into your room. Your back screamed as you sat up. You begin to regret helping Father Parker as you rub your back to ease the pain. You closed your eyes and wished you could go back to bed.

"It's too early," you said and stood up. You walked over to your window. You saw Father O'Hara walking back to the abbey. You leaned out the window. "Good morning, Father O'Hara. Blessed morning, isn't it?" you said trying to mask the grogginess you feel. 

He looked up at your window. "Good Morning, Sister. It seems like it," he smiles. He walks a little closer to the abbey. He looks up again. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair," he yelled. You chuckled and looked down at him.

"I would, but I don't think it's long enough," you yelled down to him.

"That's a shame," he looked at his feet, "I'd like to talk to you. Can we meet before breakfast?"

"Yeah, I'll meet you by the bay window before the dining hall. Is that alright, Father?" you yelled.

"Yes, I'll meet you there," he waved and disappeared into the abbey.

You quickly got dressed and headed to the dining hall. You tried to mask your excitement while walking to the window. Sister Lyla sees you and runs up to you. She links her arm through yours, and you exchange pleasantries. "I have a meeting before I go to breakfast. I'll find you in there," you smiled, and she turned to see who you were looking at. She turns back to you and winks before heading into the hall.

"Morning, Father O'Hara," she said.

"Who is that?" he asks, joining you at the window. You told him how you and Sister Lyla became friends. You look at him and see how he looks like he went rolling around in the woods. You picked a leaf out of his hair. He just stares at you. "I'm sorry," he says.

"Please, don't take offense to how she sounded. It's just her teasing me."

"No, for last night," he said. "I'm sorry I wasn't there. I know your work is more important than just helping me. And I ruined your day by not being there." he takes your hands in his.

"That's alright. Father Parker asked me to help him with his office," you stared at the tangle of hands. You looked up at him, and his eyes looked at you in horror.

"Father Parker?" he asked.

"Yes?" you asked, pulling your hands away from him.

"What did he say?" his voice became low. His eyes burn into yours.

"He told me stories about you two when you were in high school," you shyly say. He stands up and mumbles to himself. He walks around in circles. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it was crossing a line. Father Parker was excited to tell me about all of it. I didn't think it was a problem," you said. You stood to go into the dining hall, but his hand came to grab your arm.

"I'm not mad at you. I'm annoyed that that loudmouth decided to tell people about my past," he smiles. “Well, I just wanted you to apologize about last night. You’re dismissed, I’ll see you later,” you bow and walk into the dining hall.

You grab some fruits and walk over to Sister Lyla. She's talking with some other sisters. You quietly sat by her, and the other sisters stopped talking. You picked at your food and tried to make yourself smaller as everyone stared at you.

"Sister, do you remember the animal attacks of the last couple of years?" she asked, shoving some food into her mouth. "I overheard Abbess talking to some of the Elder Fathers about what the 'plan' is."

"Yes, I guess it is that time of year again. What is their plan?" you ask.

"If sisters have to go into town, they have to be in a buddy system," she takes a sip of her water. "... which isn't a great plan since most animal attacks happen at night, and due to curfew, the only people going out at night are the fathers. Are they going to walk in a buddy system?"

That's right. That man last night. Father O'Hara was out last night. You continued digging into your memory to see if he was alright this morning. He did look dirty this morning, but he didn't look to be bleeding. You stared at the bowl of fruit. Your fork is just moving around a strawberry.

"What do you know?" Lyla asked.

"I saw Father O'Hara leave last night. He came back this morning covered in dirt," you said.

"Oh, was he hurt? Oh, yeah, how was your first day with him?"

"He didn't look hurt this morning. He wasn't in his office last night. I ended up with Father Parker. Abbess is probably going to talk to Father O'Hara about that," Put your fork down. Lyla looks at you. She is searching for answers in your eyes. She narrows her eyes.

"What was the meeting about?" she stabs her food before looking back up at you.

"He apologized," you smiled. She looks around at some of the sisters leaving. 

"OK, I want to get the comfortable pew before everyone else takes it," she taps your shoulder and goes to put her plate in the bin. You followed her. She linked her arm with you, and you two walked to the chapel. "Can we be normal for a second?"

"What?" you look at her confused.

"Like, can I talk to you like an actual person? Drop the formalities and talk about boys and drama. I miss that part of my life before my vows," she looked at you with such sadness. "I've been depressed since joining. All the people I talk to shut me down and are so condescending," she adds.

"You know what, I also miss talking normally. I had a conversation with Father Parker, and I was actually having fun. It felt like catching up with an old friend," you leaned into her. "Yes, you can talk to me normally. I'd really enjoy it," she squeezes your arm and quietly 'thank you' as Abbess Drew stands up.

Morning prayers went by so quickly now that you had someone who you know will be there for you. After prayers, you walked with Lyla to her duties and sat there and listened to her talk about everything and anything. Your cheeks hurt from smiling the whole time.

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There was a knock at Abbess Drew's door.

"Come in," her voice boomed. Her door creaked open. His big frame peeked in. "Come in, Father O'Hara," she says as she stands up. He slides in and stands in front of her desk. She bows and signals him to sit.

"Why do I feel like I got called to the Principal's office," he tries to joke.

"Because I'm annoyed," her voice was dead serious, which sent chills down his shine. "The Sister's job is to do their duties for Our Lord. And when one of the Fathers' has disappeared and the sister cannot do the duty they are called to do, you are interfering with their relationship with God," she looks down at him. "Do you understand Father O'Hara?"

"Yes, Abbess Drew. I apologized to her this morning. I plan on having her work today. Thank you," his gaze is solely on his hands. He waits for her to say something. All he hears is her sitting with a huff. He looks up, and she's rubbing her temples.

"She's a wonderful woman. She's devoted to her faith. Don't mess it up." She says, "I can see her in this office one day. Please, Miguel, don't," she waves him off.

He gets up to leave but stops. "I can see that she's a wonderful woman. I will do my best to keep her on the path of God," he bows and leaves the office.

He takes a breath and looks up to find Father Parker in front of him. "You suck," he says. They walk together. "What did you tell her?"

"Some stories," Father Parker laughs. "I know you're a private man, but the church mouse is a sweet kid. Also, why do you look like shit?" Father Parker points to his clothes

"I went out and tripped in the woods," he answers. "Everyone tells me that she's sweet," he points back at the Abbess's office. "Got chewed out for leaving. Which I didn't till later. I was asleep at the desk," he looks out the window. Church mouse? he thought to himself. fitting, I guess. 

"You were asleep?" Father Parker yelled. "I slammed on your door. How did you not hear me?" he starts laughing. "Miguel, you say you were sleeping, but it honestly sounds like you were in a coma," he slaps his friend in the back.

"I have to shower. I will see you later," he bows to him and leaves.

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Lunch came quicker than you had thought. You ended up missing your private prayers and a shower. You spend your morning with Lyla as she does her duties in the chapel, which is a lot more sitting than actual cleaning. You guys talked about your lives before the church and the things you two miss. You two ate lunch, and she walked you to the door that led to the fathers' offices.

"I bid you a fair goodbye, my love, for I, Lyla, will miss you deeply," she bows, and the two of you laugh. "But for real, Have a good night. I'll see you at breakfast."

"Have a good evening, Lyla," you say as you slip into the office hall. You walk down the hallway and round the corner to his office. You look at the oak door and knock. You hear shuffling, and the door swings open to Father O'Hara looking down at you. "Good afternoon, Father O'Hara," he moves out of the way for you to walk in.

You walked to the middle of the room and looked around. You looked for a broken painting. The carpet seems vacuumed, so you figured he probably cleaned it up. He shuts the door and walks around to his desk. He motions for you to sit. He hands a pile of paper to you.

"You'll be sorting this into piles of topics and then organized into dates," he says and turns back to his pile of papers.

You looked around at the objects around his office—no pictures of family, no pictures of him and Father Parker, no personal things. There's a crucifix on the wall beside him. There are tons of different books behind him. You looked at him. His eyebrows are heavy on his face. His eyes darted from one end of the page to the other. They are narrow as he reads a specific line. He sniffles every few seconds. His hair is damp. There's barely any expression on his face. His eyes flick up to yours.

"What?" he asks.

"Oh, nothing, Father," you drop your head to look at the paper in front of you. The side of his mouth twitches to a smile.

You read through the papers. Most are about different rights and rituals of the church around Easter. Some were about the history of how Easter came to be. A lot of the papers were from the Renaissance period.

You were almost done with your pile when Father O'Hara stretched and groaned. You look up from your papers. You set them on the desk and rolled your shoulders. It doesn't help that the pain from helping Father Parker still ached. You scrunch your face in pain when you straight out your back. He looks at you with curiosity.

"Pain in your back?" he asks.

"Yeah, I'm still sore from helping Father Parker with his office last night," you said, picking the papers back up.

"Here," he stands, and your eyes follow his movements till he disappears behind you. His hand comes to your shoulders. You tense up at his hand's sudden touch. He begins rolling his thumbs, shading your shoulder blades. You relax and lean into his pressure. You close your eyes and enjoy the moment of release. You hum as the tension in your back ceases. He smiles down at you as you ease into his hands. His thumbs roll over a tender spot in your back. You finch away and yelp. His face goes hot. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"No, you're good. It's your super tense right there," you say.

He retreats to his seat. He picks up some papers and looks up at you. "I'm quite hungry. Would you mind grabbing us some dinner?" he asks. You nod and go to leave.

Once the door closes, he sighs. He leans back in his chair. A tent has grown in his pants. He rubs his temples and looks up at the ceiling.

"I wish she didn't have this effect on me," he groans into his hands. He adjusts his pants and his breath hitches. He swears under his breath. He grinds the palm of his hand into his pants. He grits his teeth. He continues the motion at a steady pace. He closes his eyes. His breathing quickens as his pace slow increases. His palm slides over his tip, and his mouth falls open. He undoes his belt. His fingers were on the button of his pants. He imagines you. You in between his legs—looking up at him with those bright eyes. He quickly pops the button and zipper. His hand drives into his briefs. He wraps his fingers around his girth. His mouth opens slightly as he pants, waiting. He begins moving his hand down his length. His other hand grips onto the table.

He imagines his fist as your mouth as he quickens his strokes. He slides his hand on his desk, then quickly clenches it into a fist, thinking about what you felt like under his hands. His eyes squeeze shut, holding onto the thought of you under his desk. He mumbles your name as he inches closer to completion. His strokes become uneven, and his nails pushed into his palm, causing blood to be drawn. His jaw clenched with enough pressure that would crush bones. The last couple of strokes, and he was done. He put his head on the desk and became embarrassed at what he did.

He mumbled about how he shouldn't have done that to the thought of you. Innocent you. The little sister with the heart of gold. The quiet sister. The church mouse.

His breathing slowed, and he sat up to clean himself off. He looked at his desk and a painting of Jesus looked back at him. He glared at the book and slammed the cover closed. A soft knock at the door pulled him to reality. He stuffed himself back in and said it was OK to come in. You handed him a plate of dinner's leftovers.

"Thank you, church mouse," he set the plate next to him and continued to work on the papers around him. 

You looked at him and scrunched your nose. Church mouse? You knew the other sisters had called you that, but you had no idea the fathers referred to you as such. You glared at him while you ate. Does everyone think of you as that? A church mouse.

He glances up and sees you glaring at him and chewing angrily.

"Everything alright?" he asks.

"You called me church mouse," you mumbled.

"I did? Oh, my mistake," He goes back to reading the papers and taking notes.

You look down at your plate. You push around the food. You let his passive tone repeat over and over in your head. You tried to eat some food but instead you just stabbed the food and you couldn’t hide your emotions. You scolded at your dinner, thinking about his comment. 

"Do you see me as a church mouse," you asked hastily. "I know the sisters call me that to be mean," you say.

"I think it's an endearing name," He says without looking up from his notes.

“Oh,” you bring your fork to your mouth. 

You silently ate your food while Father O'Hara continued his work. You watch his brown eyes scan the pages, looking for the exact line he wants. You glance over at his plate. Never touched and left to get cold. You watch how his fingers slide in between the pages. You watch how he flexes and then relaxes. He puts the pages down and picks up the pen lying next to his food. He clears his throat. You flick your eyes to his. Instead of seeing his eyes gazing at the sheets of paper on the desk, you're met with his eyes staring back at you. You sallow harshly and look down at your plate. Hoping his gaze would soon turn to something other than the top of your head.

"Why do you think they call you that?" He leans back into his seat. 

"One of the sisters told me, they thought it was about how I grew up in the church," You refused to look at him. Instead, you look over one of the books on his desk. 

"Have you heard the expression, 'quiet as a church mouse'?" He looks down at you. 

"I think I heard it once," You flip through the pages. You look at the illustrations of what the old pagans did on the spring equinox. Your face becomes warm. 

"Sure, The Sisters might mean it in a mean way but I think they call you that because you're quiet and they don't understand why you don't join them," he smiles. You look up at him. His expression is soft and genuine. His hands are folded on his lap. "I think with you befriending Sister Lyla, your name might chance to just mouse," he jokes. 

You ignore his comment and go back to flipping through the book. He watches you for a few minutes. He notices small mannerisms like how you twitch your nose when you read something you don't understand or how you hold your book with such gentleness as if it will fall apart if handled too harshly. 

He starts to think about how he would hold you. He wants to protect you from whatever happens, even if it means himself. He watched you read about how the church turned pagan rituals into Catholic rights. He noticed how your eyes got wide when there were illustrations of the roles. He knew exactly what part you were reading. He saw the wheels of your mind turning, reading about how the ancient pagans chose a man and woman to act as the god and goddess and how they would "plant the seed" for spring equinox. He saw the look of realization that the eggs around Easter time were a symbol for a different type of egg. A grin crept onto his face. He thought about how he would have wished you were his partner for those rituals. Heat spread to his thighs as more impure thoughts came into his mind. He looked around for anything to distract him. His list of items he wanted for the display. 

"I need your ideas," He quickly says, shaking you from your reading. 

"About?" 

"The displays," He stands and moves towards the window. The sun cast a pink ray onto his face. "I was thinking of the bishop's Easter robes, Palm, and a monstrance. what do you think?" he turned back to you. 

"Why those?" You questioned. He gave you a surprised look. "Well, people are going to the display to learn. I know why but you have to explain in a way to someone who doesn't have years of studies on catholic practices." 

"I knew you were smart," He chuckles. A chill runs down your spine. that dream. You thought. "These robes are worn by the Bishops during the Easter traditions. The Purple robes are worn for Lent, the week leading up the Easter except for when they wear Rosé on the fourth day of Lent, The red is worn on the seven Sundays after easter for Pentecost Sunday, as well as Palm Sunday and Good Friday, and the white robe is worn on Easter Sunday." 

"That's just the days they wear certain colors. Why do they wear those colors on those days?" You asked. 

"The purple signifies the mysteries we are celebrating as a church and during Lent we are reflecting on issues of repentance and passion for Jesus Christ. The White symbolizes rejoicing and purity of the soul.  Rose vestments are worn to represent the joyful reward that comes from offering sacrifice with patience. The red is to signify the presence of the Holy Spirit in our community and our unity in Christ." He quickly retorts back at you. 

"Ok, now combine them." You smile, and you see his face put the pieces together.

"I understand now," He looks out the window. 

"I guess working in labs made it hard for you to not think analytically," you laugh. 

"Did Father Parker tell you I worked in labs?" he turns to you. 

"No, but he mentioned you were good at biology. I just assumed that's what you did before joining," You look at the floor as you explained. You hear his footsteps come closer. His finger lifts your chin. 

"I didn't work in labs," he looks down at you. His voice is ice. His eyes filled with hatred. 

"I understand. My apologies, Father O'Hara." he releases your chin and turns to his desk. 

"Please write a couple of letters to these bishops," He picks up a piece of paper off his desk. "Ask them if we could borrow the items that are next to their name," he says coldly and sits back in his seat. You began your task. His quick change in personality frightens you and you wish to never see that again. You tucked the thought back into your mind, hoping you would never make him upset again. 

He watched you write out the letters. Your hand shook slightly and he heard quiet sniffles. He dropped his shoulders in realization. He had scared you. He looked down at the desk. Sighing in disappointment, you turned back to his work. 

The two of you worked in silence for a few hours. He would glance up at you to see if you were alright. Each time he hoped you'd be looking at him as well. He wanted to apologize for his actions but couldn't find a way to make it natural. He turned to the window to see the sun had left. He cleared his throat and suggested it was late and that you should go to bed. 

You turned towards him, not wanting to make direct eye contact. He searched for any signs that you had cried. He found none. "I can escort you to your room," he says in a quiet tone. You simply nodded. He opened the door for you. He came out and locked his office. He followed behind you to the office door. You opened it and held it for him. You try to quietly shut it. You looked out the window and watched the night creatures wander about on the abbey's lawn. His shoes were the loudest thing in the hallways. You didn't dare try to look at him. Instead, you try to read the signs in the hall. Mostly about different events being held.  He walked with you silently down the halls. They felt longer than usual. The silence was too loud and the air was filled with intense emotions. You see the door to the Sisters' rooms. He stops you before you can open the door. "I'm sorry for my actions," he simply said when you headed to your bedroom door. 

"It's fine, Father O'Hara," you said as you opened the door. You stood in the doorway, quickly making eye contact and then closing the door. 

Father O'Hara stood by your door. He felt awful about what he did. He looked at the ground and walked away, letting his feet lead him to wherever. He thought about how you looked the last couple of hours. How you didn't want to look at him. Is this how you would treat me if you found out?  he asked himself. He kept walking. He didn't know where to go. All he knew was he didn't want to be in the abbey. 

The halls stretched on, the beige paint only adding to how much he didn't want to be there. He glances at the event boards and reads a couple of familiar names. He saw that Father Parker was hosting an AA meeting next week. He weakly chuckled at the thought. He turned towards the stairway. It always felt colder than the rest of the old building. He dragged his hand down the railing as he tried to not throw himself down the stairs. The old stones jugged out and he tried to count all the different colors he saw. He counted 4, brown, darker brown, gray, and black. He continued his path to the abbey's lobby. Small donations were lying on a bench, tied in bags. He pushed open the door to the outside. 

He walked out to the sidewalks outside of the looming building. He listened to the trees move as the wind picked up. He looked at the trash stuck in the rain drains. He hated himself for making you feel scared. He puts his hands in his pockets as he tries to not be consumed by the guilt. He watched his feet as he walked and thought about how he wanted to make it up to you. He wondered if you were going to be distant with him because of tonight. He smelt the familiar lilac. He stopped and looked at the small flowers of the bundle. He picked one of the bulbs. He continued to walk, staring at the flower in his hand. He smiled at the purple petals. He walks past the shops and sees a glance of his reflection. He stops to look at it, dropping the flower. He hates the man he sees, even more than most days. He stares into his sunken eyes and furrows his brows. Anger at himself causes his chest to rise faster until he's had enough and punches the glass. 

"Woah there Bud," a voice cuts off his rage. Father O'Hara turns to his eyes narrow. "No need to take your frustration out of the window of some poor shop," the obviously drunk man laughs to himself. "Actually, I think I know the family who owns this place. I should give 'em a call. tell 'em there's a man trying to rob them." He's had enough. He walks up to the man and grabs his head. He throws him to the ground and starts tearing. All of his anger turned to rage. Anger about this guy, about the church, about him, and mostly anger about God. He stopped to catch his breath. Covered in blood he looks down at the man. Guilt settled back in. He sits back on his feet and looks at what he did to this man and to you. His stomach groaned. He sighed and drank some of the blood before returning to the sleeping abbey. 

[hazbinhappy]

If you wouldn’t mind doing a matchup for me, I’d appreciate it. Only characters I would like to avoid would be Adam & Valentino.

I am on the aroace spectrum. Demi for both. I am bi-oriented. My pronouns are they/them.

I am autistic so I have sensory issues. I also have social issues and would like to get a service dog specifically for DPT (deep pressure therapy, applying pressure to the body to help ground & regulate heart rate) and social interactions.

I am a big animal person. I have four pets in total right now but have had many and will have many more. I’ve had animals of all kinds, birds, reptiles, dogs, cats. I’ve even worked with horses before. Very big on animals. I prefer them to people.

I wouldn’t say I’m shy necessary, more so just traumatized. When I’m in a space I feel comfortable I’m very loud, very opinionated. I tend to use bullying as a form of affection but never let it go too far. I’m petty as fuck. I’m also very blunt and brash. In spite of that I do try to be kind and help people but if you ask me for my opinion I’m going to give you my unfiltered opinion. Yes, that dress washes you out give it away.

I enjoy writing, reading, drawing, and theater. I cook and bake a lot. I like to have things organized, obsessively so. I also enjoy dance. I specifically would like to try pole dancing but for a while I hyperfixated on swing dancing. Of course, I never had a partner though. I do try to maintain an active lifestyle by going on walks with my dogs among other things. My goal is to build up enough muscle to carry dogs of all sizes and a future partner.

My clothing style tends to lean alternative. I like blacks, purples, blues, and greens. I’m not a fan of warm toned colors but I will wear maroons. I like wearing tight fitted clothes and crop tops but I also have a special interest in historical fashion so I’ll wear just about anything.

In terms of a demon form for me specifically. . . I feel like I’d be a moth, a thylacine, or a bobcat type demon. I honestly don’t really care which as long as I get fangs because fangs should be gender affirming care.

Anyway, hugs and kisses if you want them.

- @am-i-interrupting

Your Matchup is...

Husk!

This was a bit hard because it was either him or Vaggie, but I landed on him! Mainly due to how you described your personality and I think you two would get along great and just :) i made it up to your interpretation if it's romantic or platonic! @am-i-interrupting

y'all would meet either through the hotel or during Alastor's seven year absence! most likely the latter so let's run with that for this

he was probably on his way TO the casino (as if he shouldn't just live there with how much he frequents it) when you guys bumped into each other!

one of your dogs who was a bit too friendly today decided to run up to the grump and ask to be pet

Husk being Husk immediately backs up while you're trying to apologize for the dog's action and explain it away, but Husk also isn't a complete asshole so he lets it go

but it's on his mind for the rest of the day.... and so what does he do? he takes that same path every day at the same time hoping to bump into you

after like the fifth time he finally pets the dog and you two maybe share a few words. maybe several dozen times later you two start to hang out a bit

once Alastor's back though you're sad to not have you're walking friend anymore

but when you heard Alastor was back and at a hotel you suspected that is somewhere where Husk bit be (good thing for hunches!)

i wouldn't say you'd frequent the hotel because it looks very far out, but on your more free days you might take the dogs out for a longer walk for them to see their grumpy friend

(As for the other pets, they do get to occasionally come, but only if Nifty is super busy. Only the dogs and cats aren't scared of her. Honestly I'd just be scared of her period)

"Well look who showed up here."

"You say that every week, fool. You should expect me at this point. Where is everyone?"

"Charlie and Vaggie are attempting to campaign this whole failure again, Angel is working, Sir Pentious is in that weird blimp, and Alastor is fucking somewhere."

"And Nifty?"

"Haven't figure it out."

"Good things I did not bring over the little guys then. Just the dogs."

You unclipped them from their leashes to let them roam around the main floor of the hotel, though they stuck behind the bar with Husk.

"Alastor still has you stuck here? Not even a little break?"

"Convincing that bastard to give me a break is like pulling teeth outta a bear. Never gonna happen."

"Man, fuck him. He's a weirdo asshole."

"One that owns my soul."

"Dumbass."

"Fuck you."

"Love you toooo."

A/n: Thank youuu XOXO (You also did my matchup which I really loved!)

[ravenelyx]

I Love You In Every Timeline - Ch 6 WIP <3 (Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader)

Decided to leave you with a small part of this as an equally small apology for my long absence :") I'm deeply sorry

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"Disillusionment Charm," Sebastian whispered behind you, his hand instinctively hovering over your waist in case he needed to pull you back. You didn't seem to mind — or notice at all.

"You know I'm not good at it," you answered tersely.

"Then how did you even—"

"That's a question for another day." You took a step back when you thought you heard a noise, bumping into him, and his hand immediately closed the distance, holding you up.

And his chest seemed to cave from the inside.

Under his fingertips, he felt your soft body, bare even under layers of clothing, warm even with winter approaching.

Sebastian had touched a woman's waist before — his sister's only, but one nonetheless, and he had been accustomed to the hard thick cotton of corsets circling her midriff (which usually made any attempt at spooking her useless, until she removed it when staying home alone). But there were no stays here, no steel shaping your waist, his fingertips gliding on the curve of it over your cardigan, his palm pressing on your stomach, feeling it move with each breath. A shiver ran down his spine, and he pulled you even closer into his chest, almost embracing you completely in his arm, feeling your back against his abdomen.

Your eyes flickered down to his arm circling your torso, and then you slightly turned around, looking up at him. "Do you mind?"

A/N: What do y'all say - the victorian trouble is starting

((AO3 link to ff))

[askadrianalucardtepes]

[OOC] Trying my best

Hey guys! I'm really sorry I haven't posted in a long while, and that my posts have become so infrequent lately. I feel like I've been apologizing for my absence every other post I make and I am very sorry. Truth is, I'm currently absolutely exhausted with both my studies, commission work and private life, which has made it hard to find motivation and time for the blogs I run. And that royally sucks, because these blogs are my passion and I care so, so deeply about them. I don't even know what the problem is for me that's making me dread working on posts, but it bugs me to no end because I just want to focus on having fun here. I'm gonna try to post a bit more and see if that helps, maybe I just need to get back into it. If not, I might call for a hiatus instead, a proper one so I can recharge and come back here fresh. But I really, really don't want it to come to that, I'd miss y'all. Also unrelated but, I'm also wondering if you guys enjoy my cosplay posts and such? I post them here to get some engagement with the blog (and because I'm mighty proud of them) but I wonder if you guys enjoy that work too. My usual posts don't generate that much attention (and understandably so), my cosplay posts usually do better. I hope y'all here enjoy them as much as I enjoy cosplaying. I dunno, my headspace is a bit wonky lately so maybe that's what's got me wondering. Remember I love all of you dearly and value you all so much for sticking by the blog, even when I don't post much. Rest assured I do think about this spot a lot and still care about it deeply! And when I'm feeling a bit better, more energized and alive again, hopefully I'll get right back into the swing of things and pick up where I left off. For now I'm gonna try my best to answer some asks and see what happens!

Much love, Adrian