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[zer0pm]

Imagine Luis enjoying his time with you amidst the storm. Now imagine his frustration after when it’s cut short.

Warning: Yes, you got it- there is indeed SMUT ahead. Read no further, minors. For mature, thirsty audiences only.

A/N: Continued from this imagine by popular demand. Thank you, everyone, for enjoying my work. The likes/reblogs, the comments/tags- those pings make my day. Y’all are golden so hope this piece brings a lasting smile ;)

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He kept your legs spread by holding the bend of your knees in his strong hands. It was to keep you still but how could you when his head was deep between your thighs and his mouth was performing wonders that made you tingle rapturously all over? Your hands are buried in his thick, dark hair, pulling tightly when his tongue swirls upon your nerves and your head spins fiercely at the sensation. When he hums, the vibrations from his mouth nearly makes you faint.

When Luis said that he was going to savor you- he meant it. The man is enthusiastically devouring your sensitive organ like it was the finest and last meal he’ll ever have. You lost track of how long he’s been at it, mind numb from the onslaught of sparks going off in the pit of your stomach under his teasing. And although the rain outside pounded loudly, you had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from moaning, not wanting your sexual excitement to draw any infected to your location. Luis, however, was making that very difficult, hungrily sucking your building orgasm to the surface. Just as you’re about to tip over the edge, mouth agape to let it all flow out, he releases you with a sinful pop.

The suddenness of his absence forces out of you a throaty whine in protest. You look down at him in exasperation. “Luis, what the hell?” A deep chuckle reaches your ears in turn.

“¿Estás bien?” he asks with a devilish grin, rising from his spot to hover over you. He’s in front of you now, his lust-filled eyes appraising your disheveled form before he dips down to claim your lips. He didn’t even give you a chance to voice your complaint, a desperate sigh the only thing you were able to utter as he skillfully wrestles your tongue with his. You must indeed look like a carnal mess, absolutely ruined by just his mouth alone.

When Luis pulls back once more, he’s peppering your neck with ravenous kisses before retracing his path with a long leisurely swipe of his tongue. It was like he had to keep his mouth on you at all times, like he can’t get enough of your taste. You can also feel his hardness rubbing hot against your inner thigh and you bend your leg to purposefully brush along the skin, catching his hips buckle. The man bites your neck for your tease, earning him an erotic gasp from you.

“It’s a shame we’re in such a dangerous place,” he muses lowly. “I would love to hear how loud your voice can get when you come undone for me.”

You couldn’t help but play with him. “That a challenge? What makes you think I’d scream for y-”

A sharp yelp escapes you upon the intrusion of a sinful finger slipping inside your tight opening. A shameless, mirthful grin dons Luis’s handsome face at your uninhibited reaction.

He winks, “Call it a hunch.”

This man is a menace, you thought. Any further protests you can possibly verbalize was dashed out of your mind when he moved his finger in and out of you. Desire beginning to build deep within your core once again. He was slow and methodical, exploring your insides for every nerve that made you squirm upon contact. Luis’ smile widens when he thoughtfully observes you moving your hips to meet his ministrations.

“You feel like you’re ready.” he comments, desire burning bright in his grey eyes. “Are you?”

Judging by the subtle urgency laced in his question, he too was affected by this slow tortuous dance. It stirred something fierce inside you knowing that he didn’t just want you to follow him in this mutual pursuit of sexual satisfaction, but also to make sure that you met him on the same level- that you want this just as badly as he did. And boy, did you want this. Want him.

“Take me, Luis.” you firmly say in anticipation, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in until your noses touched. “Please. I need you.”

That was all the man needed to hear to remove his hand from your warmth and gather your knees in his hands once again to raise your legs apart. You can feel the head of his member at your opening, prodding to dive home inside. Luis catches your eyes meaningfully. “You tell me if we need to stop. ¿Si?”

At your nod, he pushes in slowly. Carefully. Intimately. The pain of his cock stretching your walls makes you wince, but at the same time, you relish in the burn. Becoming one with Luis was so indescribably intense, you couldn’t help but cry out softly. Your fingers ran through his dark strands before gripping them taut to brace beneath him. By your ear, you hear him growl ravenously when you pulled at his scalp.

The man above you sharply sucks in his breath, finally seating himself all the way in and doing his best to maintain control even though every synapse firing in his brain told him to fuck you with abandon. Your warmth gripped around his cock so tightly it made him shake. You thought he would spill inside you then and there, but Luis restrains himself beautifully, muttering curses in his native tongue.

His voice drips low with palpable lust, “Mierda. Tú serás mi muerte.”

After a moment of catching breath, the two of you share a silent exchange of looks and he begins the dance with a pace unhurried and experimental, offering you time to relax and adjust to his size. You can feel him throbbing with each push and pull, the pulsing heat making your whole body shiver delightfully. You were a panting mess already, the sensations too good.

Seeing the discomfort soon leave your face, Luis’ eager thrusts gradually pick up speed and all control was thrown out the window to die out in the storm. The erotic sound of skin slapping bounces loudly off the walls, mingling with ragged breaths. Unrestrained groans rip from his throat deep within his chest causing you to moan feverishly alongside him. You don’t think either of you cared for the noises you were making anymore. It turned you on, hearing this man take pleasure in your body, him working your flesh so fervently to guide you to your peak. A particularly sharp snap of his hips throws your head further into the pillows and a bellowing cry escapes you. A determined glint flashes over the Spaniard’s eyes and he angles himself to push deep against that same sweet spot, setting your nerves alight. The bundle of energy below burns intensely, triggering off like fireworks growing hotter and hotter until you feel yourself on the verge of exploding.

Luis beholds you then. To say he is fascinated by you wouldn’t suffice. He is completely and utterly ensnared by you- by the expressions you make, the way your body responds to his attentions, the way your mouth opens only to have your breath stolen by a calculated thrust of his hips. He relishes how you tighten around him and you weren’t even trying, you were simply taking what he was giving. And Luis was only ever so enthusiastic to give you everything he had.

“Mi amor. Are you close?” he grunts. His gaze changes between you and the space where your bodies continuously meet over and over again, evidently enthralled with carnal satisfaction how his sex pummels inside of you before retreating and diving back repeatedly.

Unable to answer him, the deep plunges of his cock knocking the air from your lungs into guttural gasps, you shakily nod before covering your mouth with the back of your hand to dampen your erotic cries. Luis sees what you’re doing and moves your hand away, pinning your wrist to the bed. His other hand stays at the bend of your knee to keep you spread wide for him so that he can trap your body beneath his as he continues to fuck you hard into the mattress.

“No hagas eso. Your moans are mine. So let go.” he commands, but the desperation in his voice made it sound more like a plea. He is reaching his end too. “Tú y yo. Together.”

The dam of your orgasm breaks and everything gushes out with a throaty moan. Your whole body spasms in throes while his buckles against you, riding out your pleasure and milking you for everything you had until his own release spills out and coats your walls. Drifting down slowly from the high, Luis gently pulls himself out and collapses beside you, his body facing towards you.

As you try to steady your breathing, you feel his’ hand upon your cheek, turning your head to meet his eyes. Gone was his seductive smile and playful gaze, in place was something softer and much more intimate.

“Holy fuck,” you rasp, your voice going hoarse. “I think you broke me. I can’t feel my legs.”

You hear the man laugh breathlessly beside you. “Now that is what a man likes to hear.”

You admire him then, taking in his afterglow. His whole body was glistening with sweat (you imagine your state was no different) and he had a serene air about him. Before when he was asleep, he seemed relaxed. But now, he exuded it and looked genuinely content. You can’t help but smile knowing that you helped bring out this side of him.

“How are you feeling?” you ask him considerately.

Luis turns his head slightly to stare at the ceiling. “¿Verdad?” he responds, glancing back at you. “Pretty good. ¿Y tú?”

His words inspire a coy smirk upon your lips. “I’m good. Really good. So good, in fact…”

You follow up with a purposeful hand upon his chest, running along the fine, dark patches of hair until your touch wanders down below his waist. Fingertips tease around the base of his cock. To your glee, it twitches at your attention once again.

Newborn desire washes over his rugged face, watching your movements with great intrigue. “I can see your thinking.”

You shrug, “Want to go again after a bit of rest?” His lips curve upward at your enthusiasm.

“I suppose I can do you this kindness-” Luis cuts himself short with a chuckle when you smack his shoulder in mild indignation for his snark before assuaging your annoyance with a promising kiss.

His mouth dips to your neck once more, making a journey filled with nips and kisses that spark the familiar tingles of pleasure across your body. To your astonishment, you feel his cock poke at your side, already stiff and throbbing.

“What happened to rest?” you ask in mild amusement.

The charming smirk returns to his lips when he meets your eyes again. “Siempre tengo sed de ti.”

His lips return to your perspiring skin and keeps going down until he’s right back at his starting position- between your legs. To welcome him back there, your hands return to his hair, ready for more. You feel his hot breath fan against your waiting sex and braced yourself for another wonderful ride, but nearly jump at the sound of loud popping in the distance. At first, you thought it was the lightning, but it became increasingly frequent in occurrence and sounded like it was coming closer.

“Luis, do you hear that?”

The man looks up at you with a raised brow. “You mean your praises for what a good job I did in bringing you orgasmic ecstasy a few minutes ago? To be honest, I’m still waiting for more.”

You rolls your eyes. “No, listen closely.”

The distinctive pops reach both of your ears and this time, you were certain. Gunshots. There is someone out there. The thought made you visibly tense. Luis, on the other hand, didn’t seem as fazed.

With a vexed sigh, he regretfully pulls away from you to check out the sound, already you were missing the heat of his body. You couldn’t help but admire his naked form as he rose to his feet and watched as he carefully ducks his head to peek through one of the windows. For a moment, it seemed like he found nothing outside then his eyes and head jolt towards a particular direction and his whole body stiffens.

“¡Joder! Just my luck.”

“What is it? What do you see?”

Luis doesn’t answer right away, rushing back towards the stair railing where you hung both of your clothes.

“Still wet, bueno.” he grumbles sarcastically as he hurriedly throws on his jeans.

You sat up from the bed in alarm. “Luis-!” The man throws your effects upon the bed before you.

“Get dressed. We have company.” His voice was even, but you can feel the annoyance seething within.

“Is it the plaga?”

“Worse,” he grimaces as he swiftly threw on his shirt and jacket before reaching for his gun by the bedside and turning back to you, “it’s Leon Kennedy.”

Everything happened so quickly. One moment, Luis had you pinned to the bed, fucking you into the sheets until you saw stars. The next, Luis is pinned to a wall by a very irate looking Leon Kennedy who looked like he wanted to beat the stars out of him. The moment after that, monsters began swarming your hideout and Luis looked none too pleased the entire time. Amidst the chaos, he asked you about your feelings on castles for reasons you could not fathom until much later.

#luis serra #luis serra navarro #resident evil 4 #luis serra x reader #luis serra imagine #my writing #re4 luis #re4 remake #resident evil imagines #gender neutral reader #smut #more or less written in the same formula as Chains part 2 cause I can’t write smut to save my life 😂 #but I wanted to try for you wonderful readers #hope you like it #stay thirsty #zer0pm imagine #what is proofreading #will fix it as I go along

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

so here's the thing. Cass's favorite brother is probably Tim. he's her little guy, her sweet cheese, her good time boy. they're both very similar to Bruce in a lot of ways, but more than that, they find it easy to be around each other. Tim is more quiet than the others, which Cass appreciates, but he's also fascinating to watch because there's constantly a thousand things going on beneath the surface of him. Cass and Tim are masters of parallel play, but only and primarily with each other. Tim is quiet when Cass wants to be quiet or talks when she needs to talk, and if she doesn't have the words for something he never so much as bats an eye (even Dick bluescreens sometimes trying to figure her words out), he just helps her find the right ones. Tim can read her almost as well as she can read him, just slower and not trained into him, it's just how he is. he looks at her and tries to figure out how she works, the way he does with everyone, a way most people don't. it makes her feel seen the same way she sees, and that's valuable to her.

another thing is that Tim is also, in all honesty, Jason's favorite brother. like it's almost counterintuitive considering how they first really met, but hey — brothers forged in blood, right? there's some wild poetry to it and they Get each other on a level the others don't really bc they're the middle children, 2nd and 3rd and always afraid of being rejected. but they've got each other. Tim is Jay's favorite because he's so incredibly forgiving (to be welcomed back to the family by the kid he nearly killed? the kid he hated? INSANE.) and because he doesn't judge. (Jay is Tim's favorite bc he's chill when Dick or B can be smothering sometimes. Jason isn't the one who lost a brother and a son, he's the one who was lost, so he's not quite so afraid of losing. yes, he's protective, but not overwhelmingly so.) they have an instinctive kind of brotherhood where they balance each other out, tempering each other's worse tendencies and bolstering the better ones without having to talk about it.

the third thing: Cass really does not like Jason. she has the no-kill rule in her heart even before she had words to explain it, and it's different than with Bruce because she's lived it. she's lived the reason why they have that rule. and Jason has too, but come out on the other side, what Cass considers the wrong side of a worldview completely different than her own. Jason kills, he breaks the law written in her soul and in their adoptive father's, and no one stops him. she can't comprehend it, and she will never accept it. she rarely uses his name, rarely interacts with him at all if she can help it because much as she wants to start a fight, it would hurt Bruce if she did and she doesn't want that. she just calls him Hood, most of the time. if they absolutely have to work together, she does what needs done and leaves.

so. Cass hates Jason. and Jason hates being hated. as far as the principle goes, he can get why Cass doesn't like him, but she's loath to even be around him and that bothers him. she's just this side of being actively hostile, meanwhile Jason is honestly trying his best not to tick her off but it's really hard when he gets glared at by possibly the most intimidating Bat every time he's at home. the same way there's a difference between Bruce and Batman (they put away masks at home, or at least they try to), there's a difference between Jason and the Red Hood. but Cass, determined, rock-solid Cass, refuses to accept that. it's not a good situation, especially when Tim gets in the middle of it, because both Cass and Jason love Tim but hate each other and Tim is just tired and wants his siblings to get along and see, this is why he prefers one on one time to family gatherings.

because at some point something happens and Tim gets hurt, maybe captured or outnumbered (as capable as he is, even a great strategist and skilled fighter can be overwhelmed at times) while out on patrol, and Oracle, sitting in front of her computer array, sighs and rubs her temples and opens up a communications channel to the only two Bats available to assist — Red Hood and Black Bat. she tells them what's up, gives them Red Robin's location, and then dips back out of the channel because she is not going to spend the rest of the night listening to palpable silence from Cass and increasingly frustrated questioning from Jason. she's not paid enough for that.

so Cass and Jason HAVE to work together. HAVE to team up to save their mutual favorite sibling (who, for what it's worth, has no clue he's ANYONE'S favorite). and neither of them is pleased with this turn of events, on multiple counts — 1, Tim is hurt. 2, Cass hates/at least strongly dislikes Jason. 3, Jason has tried everything to make peace with her and is honestly feeling a little bit desperate about it at this point because he has tried EVERYTHING, so now he's just right back at aggression. it's a situation that really can't have a good outcome for everyone, because Cass and Jason's mutual dislike for each other is at odds with their mutual love for Tim and both of them arrive at the same conclusion: all they can do is work for the best outcome for their little brother.

Tim, who has only been lightly stabbed and could have probably gotten by with just one person for backup instead of two, let alone THESE two, is both exasperated by the turn of events, and just plain glad that someone came for him. he's bleeding and hurting and watching from the alley floor as Cass stares (glares) at Jason, who's trying to figure out how to get a shot in that will give Tim a way out without, yknow, shooting his brother in the process.

and then Cass just swoops down and between her insane skills and the intimidation factor of a bat with a full-face mask the entire situation is diffused before Jason has a chance to shoot anybody, which is a better outcome than Tim expected. Jason grapples down as Cass is finishing up with the last few bad guys and she turns around and starts glaring through the mask again. the problem is, she loves Tim. he's her favorite brother, the one most like her and most like their father. but Jason loves Tim too, and Cass can see it as soon as she looks, really looks to see it. and it's so, so obvious when she sees Jason's bloodstained, scarred hands carefully bandaging Tim's (slight) stab wound and the fact that Jay pulled off his helmet as soon as it was safe to and is talking and grinning and keeping a steady eye on Tim because everyone knows that Tim plays down his injuries often and you have to watch him, because he's smart enough to hide things unless you really know him. and Jason knows him. and Cass can see that. and as much as she doesn't like Jason, as much as she's possessive of Tim, she softens for just a minute.

not that she'd ever tell anyone, and Tim was too distracted and half-foggy from blood loss to see it in her at the moment. Cass still doesn't like Jay. Jay is still utterly frustrated by the fact that she won't give him a chance. Tim is still annoyed by all of this and complains to Babs about it (bc Steph just laughs and says all three of them need to suck it up and move on, which is TRUE, but unhelpful) any chance he gets.

it isn't until an Arkham breakout, not the worst they've seen but obviously not good news, when Jason gets badly hurt and Tim (who was with him at the time) gets Really Scary, like full-on not moving a muscle, staring down the man who did it with such intensity that it feels like he could kill with only his masked eyes, sharp and suddenly absolutely terrifying to anyone who doesn't know him, that something really clicks for Cass. because she slips in as Tim coldly, calculatingly shatters the guy's kneecaps just as thoroughly as Jason's bullets would have done and then his rigid intensity falls away and he's a kid terrified that his brother is hurt.

Cass sees the way Jason is with Tim and she can't quite reconcile that caring with all his killing but she knows, because she can SEE it, that Jay cares about Tim much the same way she does. and then she sees how Tim acts when Jason is hurt, the scary sharp side of her little brother that only comes out when he's very, very afraid and very, very determined, and she sees the way he loves his older brother and... she can't deny that either.

and maybe Cass will never LIKE Jason, maybe there will always be some tension between them, but. she doesn't call him only "Hood" all the time, anymore, and Jason is capable of recognizing that tiny detail as her version of a peace offering. Tim is just glad they're not yelling at each other (or Cass's silent staring version of yelling) all the time. maybe it's a whole mess, but hey, they're working on it. as long as there's love, somewhere, there's something. (there's family)

#this was originally a meta post but it spiralled. like. a lot spiralled. #i just think they should have a contentious little thing going on. sibling rivalry but they don't consider themselves siblings #like it's funny but also fascinating. they're narrative foils!! they're their fathers precious children! they have #directly opposing worldviews and mindsets!!! #this could be so deep but also. SO comedic #i need to write the stupid little batfam road trip fic in my head bc the ensemble dynamics are SO FUN #Lu rambles #meta finding tag #batfam #cass cain #jason todd #tim drake #i didn't proofread this if it has typos I'll find it once it's too late and it's already been reblogged. as usual 😂

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

Stupid Love

Cardinal Terzo x Reader

Content tags: smut, MDNI, friends to lovers, lingerie, parties, mentions of alcohol, mentions of threesome, general whoring around~

Word Count: 6.8k

Hey Ghesties!!! Happy Ghalentine's Day! I have worked my ass off to get this out for you all today 🥰 I hope you enjoy it and I hope you were/are able to get the Ritual tickets you desire! 💅 Love you all ❤️

You stare up at your best friend, who hovers over you, leaning against wall, pinning you to the spot.

𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺! 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴...?

You had been effectively locked in a closet with the smug bastard. After that 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 bottle stopped spinning and landed on you, you'd been sentenced to Seven Minutes in Hell with the Cardinal.

"Sorella... Won't you let me kiss you? It's what everyone does during this game. We're supposed to makeout, sì?" your friend implores you.

"No, Terzo. You're- you're my friend."

"And? I makeout with all of my friends. Except you of course, seeing as how you won't let me."

"Yeah, well. You're a bit of a manwhore!"

"Hey!" he snorts at you, "I can be lady like when I want to be..." He cuts his eyes at you jokingly.

"Oh, like when you put on your stockings and garters to dress up for the ghouls? I'm sure they love making you their little rag doll," you return his teasing look. This is just how you banter with one another after all these years.

"Sì, they do," he winks and strokes your chin with his thumb, his body still pressing your back against the wall. He licks his lips, still waiting to kiss you. His features really look handsome in this low lighting: the black eyeliner painted around his eyes, strong cheek bones and jaw line, dimples, his black lip paint smudged from already kissing about 10 other people tonight. Okay, maybe that was exaggerated, but the man is passionate about being passionate.

Face only inches from yours, Terzo brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, one hand moving to fondle your waist.

"Terzo..." you whisper, unsure what to do, but unable to take your eyes off his lips. After a moment, you tilt your head back, and he closes the space between you, lightly touching his lips to yours. You didn't even think he was capable of a kiss so chaste.

Lightly, you move your lips against his, hands clutching his black wool cassock. His hand dips to the small of your back while the other cradles the back of your head, kissing you softly again and again.

Suddenly in that moment, your brain freezes. 𝘖𝘩 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘴! 𝘐'𝘮 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥... 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦...

You pull away from him, looking at the floor then back up at the Cardinal. Just above a whisper, he calls your name. Your face contorts, flashing a series of emotions, before you push him off of you, barging out of the closet and running out of the party all together.

"Hey! Your time isn't up!" you hear some random Sibling of Sin shout after you.

𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥! 𝘐'𝘮 ���𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥... 𝘏𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮...

• • •

That was years ago, but for some reason your silly brain decided to reminisce...

You're dragged out of your thoughts by a hand sneaking up on your hip. "What's got my little bird so distracted, hmm?"

Letting out a gasp, you nearly drop the papers you'd been clinging to, "Satanas, Terzo! You nearly gave me a heart attack." You turn to face him, sitting back on the edge of his desk.

"I told you I'd be right back... Besides, you haven't gotten used to my sneaking around by now, dolcezza?" His intense mismatched gaze always made you blush, but it's really working on you right now as you'd been caught thinking about him.

"I guess not..." you whisper, picking a small piece of lint from his cassock.

"Well, mi dispiace, tesoro. I'll try not to startle you again," the devious look on his face tells you otherwise. He steps aside to return to his office chair, and you stand up off his desk. "Now, we should get back to work," he smacks you on the ass, casually.

You whip around to look at him in disbelief, but all your frustration washes away when you see him snickering. His smile could get him out of anything, especially with you.

Luckily you were only filling in for his assistant for a few days while they were under the weather; you weren't sure how much of this you could take.

• • •

The next morning when he doesn't turn up to his office on time, you go to his chambers to look for him. Just as you were about to knock on the door, you hear a loud groan, followed by the sound of someone panting heavily. Gently, you press your ear to the door as the sound of Terzo's moans fill the air, "Ahh! Sorella!"

Your face beams a bright red, but the second hand embarrassment is quickly replaced by a pang of rage. Heels click the floor as you huff off, heading back to his office. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦...

A while later, as you scratch at a few papers, taking out your anger on your pen, the man of the hour saunters through the door. "Buongiorno, cara mia!" he chirps, having the audacity to come over to where you're whittling away at his work and pat your head.

"Please, don't touch me," you cut back coldly.

"Ayyyye, why such hostility, my darling?" He kneels in front of you, looking handsome as ever. Clearly he was freshly showered and painted... 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥.

"Because! Some of us have to keep this place up and running! I'm trying to help you look good for Papa Nihil, and- and you're out there screwing anything with a pulse!" you snap.

The smug bastard sits back on his haunches, laying his head against your knee and feigning his innocence as he looks up at you, "Not all of the ghouls have a pulse, Sorella..."

Your pen clacks to the floor as you pop him on the head, biretta falling to the floor.

"Ow!" he exaggerates.

"Terzo..." you whine, giving into your frustration, tears prickling at your eyes.

He sits back on the floor, reaching for the writing utensil and hat, and his face softens at the sight of you. "You are right, tesoro... I've been an ass, keeping you waiting. Mi dispiace." His words held a double meaning that was lost on you; he was well aware of the way you pined for one another... But you'd reacted so poorly the first time he'd kissed you. He didn't think he could take that pain again.

You sniffle, packing the feelings away. "It's okay. I know you have a lot of weight on your shoulders with preparing for the papacy. It's a long ways off, but in other ways, I know it feels like it'll be here tomorrow."

"Sì, sì..." He scrapes himself up off the floor, handing your pen back to you, "Well, let's get to work, sì? It's too much for one person to do." He gives you the best smile he can muster and cups your cheek before flopping down at his desk.

• • •

Him arriving so late to work led to an even later night, but he liked having you in the office, because you were often more dedicated than his own assistant. You pushed through all the paperwork and sorting and filing better than anyone else who had worked for him.

After getting your belly full on takeout, you curled up on the little couch in his office, papers in your lap that needed reading. But you'd been at it all day... So you just couldn't help your heavy eyelids as they drifted closed...

"Little bird, do you have- Little bird?" He was attempting to ask for some documents he needed, only to find you hunched over, eyes closed and breathing deeply. He yawns, standing up and stretching his limbs, "Sì, it is time for bed, isn't it?"

Walking over, he carefully removes the papers from your lap, scooping his arms under your relaxed body and strolling off down the halls of the Abbey with you.

The next morning your eyes flutter open, taking in a room that wasn't yours, but you were very familiar with it. You glance down to see you're still in your habit from yesterday and a pale arm with black painted fingernails draped around your waist. Hoping not to disturb his slumber, you delicately lace your fingers with your best friend's, and he makes a little grumbling sound, stroking your thumb with his before relaxing back into his pillow.

This wasn't by any means the first time you'd spent the night together... It has just become a bit more infrequent since he'd started occupying his nights with other people's bodies. You used to stay together every night after he lost his mother, holding him as he would cry himself to sleep, comforting him through the nightmares. And he'd done the same for you anytime something troubled you, from breaking up with some guy to arguments with friends. You were always there for one another, never waking up lonely if you didn't want to.

You couldn't blame him for seeking comfort in others. He's lived a hard life, and maybe you alone aren't enough for him anymore.

Suddenly, you hear a groan as Terzo begins to stir, urging you to flip over. You oblige him, turning to face his bare chest as he tangles his legs comfortably with yours. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," you reach up to sweep back his unruly bed head.

"Buongiorno..." He wraps his arm around your shoulders, cracking his eyes open just enough to look down at you.

"Please tell me you had the sheets changed since yesterday morning," you look up at him.

His deep morning voice chuckles, "Not to worry, amore... We fucked on the kitchen table."

"You're disgusting," you roll your eyes at him.

"Ahhh, you're just jealous!" He leans forward to kiss your forehead, "I'll fuck you too one day, then you'll understand."

You nuzzle into his chest, hoping he wouldn't see the blush that manifested itself at that remark.

After a few minutes, he pushes himself out of bed, saying some smartass comment about needing to be dutiful and that we can't fall asleep at work, before pushing his pants off, giving you an eyeful.

"Terzo! What the fuck!" you cover your face with your hands.

He lets out a hearty laugh, "It's not anything you haven't seen a hundred times before!" He calls out before you hear the bathroom door click shut and the shower turn on.

You groan into his pillow. ...𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥.

• • •

A few weeks had gone by, giving you time to settle back into your normal duties in the clergy offices and time to push the butterflies in your stomach out of your mind. Of course, you still see your best friend nearly every day, but at least you weren't feeling so flustered over him. You couldn't believe you still had such a silly crush after all these years...

Hearing the unmistakable loud click of high heels stepping down the marble halls of the ministry, you turn, expecting to greet Sister Imperator or perhaps another Sibling who'd decided to dress up that day. Surprisingly, you catch a glimpse of that familiar black cassock--he's in the velvet one today.

"Terzo," you slow down, letting him catch up to you, "are you wearing heels?"

"Aren't they cute?! I got them for the party tonight! You are coming, sì? Please tell me you're coming to the party, tesoro," he babbles like a school girl, showing off his new black leather high heeled booties, complete with a silver sword running down the stiletto.

"Yes, I'm coming to the party, Cardinal. You haven't shut up about it for days," you chuckle, checking out his shoes, "Those are so you! They look great, my dear."

"Bene! Bene!" He drops his voice lower, taking your hand, "I'm so happy you like them."

"Well it wouldn't even matter if I didn't. What matters is if 𝘺𝘰𝘶 like them and feel confident in them. Of course, you feel confident in just about anything," you joke with him, "even your birthday suit!"

"Mi scusi, I think you mean 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 my birthday suit, cara mia..." Giggling, he bites his lip and watches you intently, taking in your blissful expression. To him, making you smile is one of the greatest feelings.

• • •

That night, the party really was lively. What had started as a simple kick back had turned into half the abbey showing up with snacks and bottles. Even the new Cardinal... Copia, you think you heard was his name, had shown up.

Pretty much everyone had been invited except Sister Imperator, Nihil, and the Papas. Terzo loved his brothers, but he also loved attention, and especially when Secondo, the reigning Papa, showed up, everyone got outshined.

Of course, the host showed up fashionably late. This time, though, he was actually coming straight from his office, still donning his velvet cassock for the occasion, although you guess he'd left the biretta behind. He had been working as dutifully as he was capable of since you set him straight a few weeks ago.

The room lights up with people wanting to talk to him; he was like a celebrity, and you just knew he would be a natural at being Papa one day.

"Oh, come here! Follow me. You have to meet my best friend, you'll simply 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 her," Terzo's voice comes from the crowd as he wiggles out, a Brother of Sin in tow. From your comfy spot on one of the couches, you make quick work of putting down your bag of chips and smoothing down your hair, as the two men approach you.

The Cardinal excitedly pushes the stranger onto the couch next to you, briefly introduces you to one another, and makes his exit, but not before pressing a kiss to your knuckles and giving you the wink that means you're supposed to at least 𝘵𝘳𝘺 to like this one.

The guy follows in Terzo's footsteps, also taking your hand, but instead pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist. "It's nice to meet you, Sorella. It's a pleasure getting to know someone so close to Cardinal Terzo," he starts.

He seems nice enough, and definitely handsome with his warm eyes and stubble growing out.

"Nice to meet you," you return.

And after just a little while, he had his arm around your shoulders as you leaned against him, sharing your bag of chips and chatting about the party. Apparently you both liked to people watch, plus he was new here, so you were kind of giving him the run down on everyone.

"Oh, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 Jess? I think I've been getting her and Jen mixed up." You both share a laugh. It didn't help that the two girls looked alike on top of having similar names.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot your friend already in a heated make out session with a ghoul AND a Brother of Sin. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

As you watch his tongue dip between the ghoul's lips, you feel a heat stir between your legs, and you actively try to ignore the scene playing out and go back to telling your 'date' all the Abbey gossip.

But hardly anyone can look away when Terzo moves to straddle the Brother next to him, ghoul still attached to his neck. This wasn't out of the ordinary for a ministry party, but normally everyone was a little more drunk first.

Suddenly Terzo lets out a loud moan, and the Brother sets to work on the buttons of his cassock, exposing the Cardinal's pale shoulders.

"Wow, he's really into serving his followers, eh?" the man next to you chuckles.

You glance over at him then back at your friend, "Yeah," you choke out a giggle, "yeah, he is."

He seems satisfied with that answer as you both lean back on the arm of the couch, and you press your cheek against his chest so he wouldn't be able to see the blush forming rapidly.

Eyes drifting back to Terzo, he lifts himself off of the ghoul and the Brother of Sin, letting his cassock hit the floor, revealing little underneath. Even though you'd seen him naked before, somehow it felt more intimate seeing his bare ass framed only by a thin thong and thigh high stockings.

Cardinal Copia catches your attention for a moment, and you're both an equally deep shade of red, watching as Terzo takes his lovers' hands and exits the room.

• • •

"Sooo... Tell me all the little details, cara mia!" Terzo prompts you, laid out across from you on his bed in a tight pair of capri leggings and a little Playboy crop top, looking like a yoga mom or something. He'd invited you over for a sleepover, saying that he really missed the old days where you would stay up all night painting each other's nails, watching movies, and binging junk food.

"Details of what?" you question him. You lounge in one of the T-shirts that you'd 'stolen' from him years ago and a pair of pajama shorts.

"You knoooowww, amore. Your little date at the party... How was he?"

"Oh, well, you had to be there..." you fake your dreamiest voice, fluttering your eyelids and placing a hand over your heart. "You wouldn't know since you cut out of your own party less than an hour after it started," you tell him honestly.

"Ah! Well, mi dispiace, but I don't care what happened 𝘢𝘵 the party. I want to know what happened... after," he winks at you.

"Oh, so you're wanting to know about the steamy sex we had, breaking in his new Sibling quarters?"

Terzo nods his head, which is propped up on his head as he steals the bag of marshmallows from between you.

"Hey!" You grab the marshmallows to put them back where you can both reach them, after a fit of giggles, you settle back into your juicy story, "Well, we went back to his room, and I got on my knees..."

Your best friend's eyes go wide.

"...and he joined me for a goodnight prayer to Satan. What did you expect, Terzo? Of course I didn't sleep with him."

"You bitch! Leading me on," he laughs and reaches across the bed to pop the side of your ass.

"You like it," you wink at him.

"Well, why didn't you sleep with him? Did you see that jaw of his?! I would've taken him myself, tesoro, but I thought he might like you more."

"Because, I just... I wasn't in the headspace for it," you explain, the mood shifting slightly.

"Not in the headspace? Why, amore?" He brushes a strand of hair back behind your ear.

"I- I don't know," you stammer, not really wanting to admit to him why you couldn't sleep with that other guy. But Terzo pulls the move that always works on you, swiping all of your snacks and fingernail polish bottles out of the way and pulling you close for a big hug. It gets you to spill every time. "I guess... I guess, I was just distracted."

"I hope it was a good distraction, sì?" He kisses the top of your head.

"I- Sort of. I don't think anyone could stop thinking your grand exit the other night."

"Amore... You didn't fuck him because of my lingerie? If anything, this should've been inspiration for you," he giggles again, that devious playful look in his two-toned eyes.

"You don't get it, do you?"

A serious look settles on his face, and for once, he's silent.

"I hate seeing you throw yourself at everyone else to ignore the way you're hurting. And I hate that that it's anyone else; literally, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 else except me!"

He looks stunned, a pink shade coming to his nose and lashline as tears threaten him. "You... You didn't even like it when I kissed you, I didn't think you would want that from me," he says quietly.

"Didn't like it? Terzo, I- I loved it."

"But, you ran away." The memory of that night had apparently lived fresh on both of your minds for some time now. "You ran away and we never spoke of it again... What was I supposed to think, cara?"

"I thought you were just doing it for fun... But then I realized you would never like me back."

"Amore... I 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. Ti amo così tanto. Perhaps it's not the best strategy, but that's why I sleep with everyone in this place: to get la mia mente (my mind) off of you, little bird, the thing I could never have."

"You love me?" is the only response you can muster.

"Sì, certo che lo faccio. (Yes, of course I do.) I call you 'amore mio' after all."

Years of him longing for you hits you like a ton of bricks. All the late nights, the hand holding, the pet names... And he'd been too afraid to take it further because of the way you reacted over that stupid Seven Minutes in Hell game. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥!

He holds you close to him, tucking your head under his chin and fingers tangled in your hair. You both sit like that for a long time.

"Terzo?" you break the silence.

"Hm?" He pulls back, looking down at you with a sincere look of adoration in his eyes.

"Will you kiss me?"

"You're not going to run away this time, sì?"

"I won't. I promise," you look up but only get a glance at him before his lips are on yours, passionately telling you how he's yearned for this. It only takes your lips parting a little bit before his tongue slips between them, asking permission. Of course you allow it, your tongue dancing with his.

Although you both had plenty of experience, making out with one another made you both feel like teenagers again, right back to when you were locked in that closet, like no time had passed.

Terzo rolls you onto your back, hovering above you and gaining better access to you, your mouth, your body. His fingers grasp at your sides, feeling your ribcage expand and contract with your heavy breathing. Your hands slip under his loose little crop top and digits appreciate the patch of hair on his chest.

When he pulls away from your mouth, you let out a breathless, "I love you..."

"Sì, anch'io ti amo, little bird."

Although you stayed up for hours kissing and hands roaming one another's bodies, sleeping next to him felt exactly the way it always did. So while you explored the new territory of being in love with your best friend, you found comfort in knowing some things would never change.

• • •

You wake the next morning at your usual time, much easier than your lover does. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺...

He squirms around, eyebrows furrowing when you slip out of his arms and out of bed. Not wanting to wake him but not wanting him to be entirely alone when he does, you opt to use his shower instead of heading back to your dorm.

Soap bubbles glide down your body as you lather yourself up, absentmindedly washing your arms, shoulders, breasts. Unexpectedly, you hear the shower door pop open, "Terz- mmm..." Your best friend had snuck into the bathroom without you noticing and catches you in a passionate kiss as you had turned to look over your shoulder.

Before you could protest, and not that you would, he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his chest to your back. He had already shed all his clothes in preparation for his sneak attack.

"Cara..." He brushes your sopping wet hair out of the way and begins marking your neck with love bites. "You look così bella like this, dolce mia."

You melt under his expert touch, heat already pooling at your core at the sensation of his fingers roughly grabbing your hips and rocking you back against his aching shaft. "Terzo," you whine for him, "please..."

Ceasing his movements, he puts just enough space between you, "Too much, tesoro? I don't mean to rush you." It's endearing the way he's still scared of running you off.

"No," you grab his hands, wrapping his arms back around your waist, "not enough." Turning around, you catch him in another fierce kiss, lips sliding together easily under the gentle spray of the showerhead. Gripping your lover by the nape of his neck, you pull him towards you as you lean back against the glass shower wall, and he responds by hooking your knee on his hip.

Terzo moans into your mouth as his hard length presses against your pelvic bone. Gliding a hand between your bodies, you caress it, digits slipping easily over his sensitive tip. Another wanton sound escapes his throat at your ministrations.

"Is that what you sound like in the ghouls' den?" you jab at the man before you.

"No, cara," a blush actually forms on his cheeks for once, "they don't get me worked up so easily," he chuckles.

"Ahhh, I see. So you are still a hopeless romantic deep down, huh?"

"And you are not?" he cuts back playfully before nuzzling his nose to yours. His eyes linger on yours before travelling down your body, taking in your collarbones and your breasts. "Bellissima, amore mio..." His hands cup your chest, thumbs teasing your nipples while he bends down to suck one between his teeth.

You always thought you'd be incredibly nervous if things ever got to this place with Terzo, but in fact, you find your resolve has worn very thin as your need grows to a place where it can't be ignored anymore. "Terzo!" you gasp as his wicked tongue circles your areola. "Satanas, will you fuck me already?!"

With a devious look in his eye, he stands up straight and banters, "I thought you'd never ask, cara mia." Abruptly, he hikes your knee up again and kisses you, forcing his tongue into your mouth as you feel his tip line up with your entrance. It has your head spinning how quicky he works.

Gently, he bucks his hips up into you, breaking the kiss to whisper in your ear, "Let me know if I need to stop, I don't want to hurt you." He's well aware of the fact that he didn't get to warm you up as he would've liked, but he couldn't wait any longer to have you.

"Okay," you breathe out, one hand snaked around his neck for support, the other digging little red lines into his back as he carefully fills you.

With one arm hooked under that leg, his other travels down to please your most sensitive spot, talented fingers circling it with ease. The sensation immediately helps you relax as he pushes in to the hilt, "Ah, cara," he pants, eyes screwed shut, "Così bene... Ti senti così bene." Sweetly, he kisses at your neck and cheek, allowing you some time to adjust.

When you groan for him to move again, he doesn't keep you waiting. Hell, he could hardly control himself. Meeting you with a sinful pace, he fucks up into your tight wet heat, unable to quell the noises coming from himself. Perhaps in an effort to muffle said noises, he kisses you again, tongue meeting with yours.

Feeling his body weight press you against the shower wall, you feel your other foot being lifted from the ground, and Terzo hooks his arms under your thighs as he bounces you on his length. Your fingers grip in his hair and thighs clench around his waist for support. "T-Terz-zo... mmm, Satanas, baby, it feels... s-so good!" you cry out.

His head lolls back as he continues to move in and out of you, moaning rhythmically into the air. "Goddammit, little bird... I need more." Without warning, he pulls out of you, causing you to whimper at the loss. Carefully, he lowers your legs, making sure you're able to stand, but the second you have purchase, he whirls you around and presses you against the wall again, your breasts squeezed tightly against the cool glass.

Anticipation gets the best of you, and you arch your back, pushing your ass needily against him.

Lining himself up once again, Terzo pushes in deep in one swift motion, resuming his pace from earlier, and the sound of skin slapping skin fills the echoey bathroom. "Ah! Dolcezza..." he calls out, gripping your hips so tightly that they might bruise. "You have no idea how long I've waited to feel you like this... La figa di nessuno è paragonabile alla tua." (No one's pussy compares to yours.)

His words make you impossibly wetter and unable to form a response, so you slide your fingers between your legs to relieve some of the tension.

Pushing your hand out of the way, he replaces it with his own, wanting all of your pleasure to come at his own discretion. His other arm snakes around your torso, holding you flush against him, as his fingers knead your bosom. "Amore mio... ti amo, mi piace sentirti così vicino a me... insieme come uno solo." (My love... I love you, I love feeling you so close to me... Together as one.)

Arching your back just a bit more turns out to be the perfect angle as he pounds right into that perfect sensitive spot inside you. You cry out his name, the sensations from his hands and his cock pushing you dangerously close to the edge of pleasure. "Terzo, please, I'm- I'm close..."

"Sì, anch'io, amore. Vieni per me... vieni sul mio cazzo..." (Yes, me too, love. Cum for me... Cum on my cock...) he grunts in between snaps of his hips. A few more flicks of his wrist and your orgasm crashes over you, and your legs are hardly able to hold you up as your muscles convulse around your lover's girth.

Revelling in the sounds he's earned from you, Terzo's hips begin to buck unevenly as his cock kicks and his seed spills deep inside you. "Ah, aaah... Tesoro, ti amo," he leans his forehead against your shoulder, kissing it, hips still riding you both through your release.

"I love you, too, sweetheart," you practically whine as you start coming down from your high, fingers lacing with Terzo's as he hugs you tightly.

Slipping out of your warmth, your lover turns you to face him once again, walking you back under the sprinkling shower. His eyes lovingly check you over, making sure your body wasn't too beaten up... That would come later, and he smirks at the thought.

"I'm surprised there's still hot water," you giggle, absentmindedly playing with his chest hair.

"Ah, Sorella, don't you know the papal suites have a tankless water heater?" he tries to be suave.

But it fails when you both burst out in laughter! "What the hell do you know about a tankless water heater, il mio 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘰 ragazzo?!"

He can't help but grin anytime you use Italian; he makes a mental note to coax you into using it more.

• • •

"Terzo? What in the world is all this commotion?" You slip into the familiar chambers that you basically share now after months of dating your best friend. Familiar save for the scores of Siblings everywhere! And you could tell this was no party; everyone is dressed in formal habits and buzzing around on a mission. Various fabrics are draped across the couch, a rainbow of colors strewn everywhere. Even a few Siblings working diligently on sanitizing, organizing, and packing up a huge makeup kit.

Nerves are starting to get the best of you as you take in all the people in what had been the cozy space shared between you and your Cardinal.

"Terz?" you call out again, before a hand grips your shoulder. Both you and the new Cardinal jump upon making eye contact. 𝘎𝘰𝘴𝘩, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘫𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺. "Copia?! Where is Terzo?"

"Uh, he's- just in il bagno there," he points.

You pause for a moment, debating if you should ask him what's going on, but decided you wanted to hear it from your lover. "Thank you," you pat his shoulder before pushing through the dense crowd in Terzo's bedroom to make it to the bathroom where the Cardinal had pointed.

Stopping in the doorway, you see your lover stood up on a stool, white and gold mitre on his head with the ribbons hanging over his shoulder blades. He's wearing solid black papal robes with a stylist draping purple and gold satin fabrics over his arms and chest, pinning things in place. Sister Imperator is there, looking at him in the mirror, discussing patterns and placements of various motifs and materials.

It feels like you're in a dream.

As he turns to the side, you see the stark black and white paint etched across his cheek and temple. Seemingly unable to speak, you simply reach a hand out and wave lightly. It catches the man's attention and he turns to face you.

"Amore! What do you think?!" Terzo excitedly steps off the stool and rushes over to you despite the stylist and Imperator trying to stop him. He takes your hands in his new black leather gloves adorned with golden pointed fingernails, and you look him over. "Ovviamente, it's not finished..." his words trail off.

You gawk at him with the mitre on, even if it was just white with little ribbon swatches pinned to it. Not to mention his new look... It would certainly take some getting used to not being able to adore his handsome cheekbones and dimples. The only words that come out of your mouth are, "What's going on here?" and it comes barely above a whisper.

From years of reading your facial expressions, your best friend can tell how overwhelmed you are. "Mio fratello announced his retirement," Terzo sighs, giving you a half smile. "Mi dispiace, amore, I wish I could've told you, instead of you coming home to all this. It must be a lot."

"No. No! Well, I mean... 𝘺𝘦𝘴, it was a bit much to walk into all this. But we knew this was coming eventually! I'm sorry, I just..." you explanation trails off. "You look so different, my love. Good different. Like a real Papa," you smile up at him, excitement beginning to bubble up. You run your hands over his chest, giving him a quick peck on the lips, "Now, go get back over there and let them finish making Papa up. I'll be here when you're done." With a wink and a subtle pinch of his ass through the robe, he giggles and leaves you there in the doorway.

Knowing him for so many years, you just knew he was blushing under that paint; he was so excited to be Papa finally, and proud that you approve of his new look.

• • •

"Ah! Oh! Papa!!! Papaaaahhhhhh!!!!"

The sounds of you reaching pure bliss resonate from Terzo's bedroom with him immediately following you. Smudges of black, white, and gray paints besmirch your body, from your neck to your shoulders down to your thighs as you collapse onto your lover's satin sheets.

But he doesn't let you far from him, no; in an instant, he's at your side, caressing your cheek and making sure your are thoroughly pleased with the evening spent with him. Of course, you are.

"I must admit, cara mia... I could get used to you calling me Papa this way." He kisses your nose, leaving another smudge.

"Soon everyone will be calling you Papa," you smile at him. You're so honored to share the first of his reign with him, even if he hasn't been officially crowned yet.

"Ayyyye, but not the way you call out my name, singing my praises until it bounces off these walls! No. No one else will call for their Papa the same way you do, amore mio." His intense gaze has you blushing just as it always does, yet somehow he's now more... confident.

𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦, you roll your eyes at the thought of him being more cocksure than he already is.

"Mmm, what is that, huh?" he grins at you.

"What is what?" you play dumb.

"𝘖𝘩!" he perches his chin on his hand, exaggeratively tilting head head and rolling his eyes.

"Are you mocking me?!" you giggle, swatting his arm from under his chin.

He doesn't respond, allowing his eyes to drink in your perfect form, silhouetted next to him. Softly, his fingers trace gentle shapes up and down your side, "Amore?"

"Hm?" you perk up, noticing the soft tone he's taken with you. With his new papal paint, the nervousness on his face nearly goes missed, but you're an expert at reading the man in front of you.

He fidgets for a second before pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. "I want to apologize for today, once again. That shouldn't have been how you found out about-"

"Terzo, honey, it's okay." Stroking his chest, you attempt to soothe him. "I'm so happy for you. I know you must've been overwhelmed too."

"Sì," he breathes out the admission, "there were many people, even for me."

"Yes, well they were in your space--a private space. I have no doubt you'll handle a crowd well outside of this room."

"Amore, you are so supportive of me. This is why I need you by my side." He wraps his arms around you; little do you know, he inconspicuously fishes for something beneath his pillow.

"I'm right here. Always," you promise him.

"Sì, which is why I have a question for you." His arms unfurl from around your lying form to reveal a small black leather bound box in his hand. "Today was a little... out of my control. I didn't get to tell you about mio fratello the way I wanted. Other commands will surely come down the line molto presto, so..." he bites his lip, eyes tinging red as he focuses on you, only you. "So, amore, I need you to know this question comes from me, only me, not anyone else."

Your bottom lip quivers with anticipation as Terzo pops up the vintage clasp on the little box, opening it to unveil a stunning platinum diamond ring, clearly an age old. Letting out a little gasp, your fingers cover your mouth as you glance back and forth between your lover and the piece of jewelry, tears already flooding your eyes and threatening to spill.

"Little bird, will you marry me? There's not another soul I could ever picture spending my life with." He says it plainly, trying to fight back tears of his own.

Letting out the breath you were holding, your composure cracks a bit, "Oh, Terz..." Really, you weren't expecting anything like this, and about a million thoughts swirl around your head. Taking a deep breath to call your mind, "Yes. Yes, of course, I'll marry you." You pull him close to your body, sheets tangling around you both, "I love you so much, Terzo."

Kissing each other desperately, happy tears stain both of your cheeks, only further smudging his paint.

"Ti amo, tesoro. Sei la mia vita..." (I love you, darling. You are my life...)

Finally when he pulls away from adorning you with kisses, he takes the ring from the box and slides it on your finger. "Mine."

You trail a single finger down his sternum, stopping at the base, "𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘦."

He chuckles at you copying him, and he holds you against him, admiring the the way your eyes light up for him.

"So when did you get time to sneak off and buy this?" You wiggle the fingers on your left hand at him.

"I didn't," he smiles smugly as you wait for an answer. "Mia madre gave it to me when we were young; it belonged to mia nonna. Mamma never got to wear it because Nihil wouldn't marry her, so she gave it to me. And I think she always suspected you would end up with it."

"Terzo... I never knew you had this." The tears are welling up once again at the thought of being given something passed down through his family.

"Well, that would've ruined the surprise, no?"

"Stupido! You know what I mean," you smack his chest playfully, sending you both into a giggling fit.

In this moment, the soon-to-be antipope feels like he has everything he could ever need: the position he'd worked towards his whole life finally in reach, and his best friend right by his side. He's had a lot of reasons to be sad, angry at the world, maybe even a bit immature, but he has a good feeling all of that is behind him now as he sees his future laid out in front of him, draped in his own satin purple sheets with a pretty little ring on her finger.

#ahhhhh! #i am so tired #i hope you like it more than i did when i was proofreading it 😂😭 #i hope it makes your valentine's day special #or a lil brighter #i love you all ❤️ #ghesties #the band ghost #ghost band #papa emeritus iii #papa iii #terzo #papa 3 #papa emeritus 3 #fic #fanfic #imagine #x reader #reader insert #fem reader #MDNI

[clewis]

Chapter 1 — Cleo

Title: The Ocean's Call Relationship: Cleo/Lewis Chapters: 1/? Summary: It’s never been easy for Cleo to find balance between being a mermaid and a normal girl; still, when she ran away into the ocean, she wasn’t planning on disappearing forever. But as the burden of everything that was going wrong in her life weighed on her, she finally decided to answer the ocean’s call, leaving everything behind: her problems, her family, her friends, the boy she was still painfully in love with… her whole life. But could there be something more behind her decision? And how will the people she left behind deal with the pain and guilt they will inevitably have to face? Friendships will be put to the test as Lewis, Emma, and Rikki's lives shatter before their eyes. They will do anything to find Cleo and bring her back, but will they be able to find a lost mermaid in the vastness of the ocean?

Here's the first chapter of my canon-divergence fic taking place during the events of 2x25 "Sea Change"! Hope you enjoy 💙

#h2o just add water #h2o fanfiction #clewis #h2o #my writing #so uuuhhh... as you can tell i'm not very good at writing synopsis or choosing titles 😂 #but i was getting really tired of typing and retyping the thing so i just published it as it was and be done with it 🤣 #first chapter is kinda short and an introduction to the story #still i'd love to know what you h2oes think 💜 #should be able to update pretty quickly cause the next chapter - lewis pov - is already done! just need to proofread it a bit! #also i feel like there were many more details to include in the tags and stuff but i'm too tired rn fsdgfsdfgsd

[theflyingfeeling]

I wanna see jealous Aleksi punish Olli with that vibrator wand 😏

me too, anon, but all I have to offer is this little something:

~

"Oof," Olli huffed when he crawled next to Aleksi in his bunk. Aleksi barely had time to scoot closer to the back wall in time as to not get squished under Olli's body. On any other night, he may not have minded Olli crashing on top of him – he might have even enjoyed feeling Olli's bodyweight on him – but tonight he wasn't in the mood for whatever Olli had in mind when his face had first appeared from behind Aleksi's bunk curtain, some moments after their bandmates had stopped tossing and turning in their respective tour beds.

"Ah, fuck," Olli winced when he tried to make himself more comfortable in the tight space next to Aleksi.

"What's wrong? Heartbroken that the girls from the bar didn't warm up to your dad jokes?"

Sourly Aleksi thought back to a few hours ago, grabbing beers at the local club before they'd have to get back on the road. He knew it was just part of Olli's natural charm, the one he himself had fallen for in the first place, but it didn't mean he'd still find it easy to watch Olli make a whole party of young ladies giggle when he had stopped to entertain them, laughing off how they had mistaken him for a waiter.

It seemed Aleksi's unreasonable snark flew right past Olli as he rubbed his thigh with discomfort written on his face.

"I think I sprain my thigh on stage."

The genuine uneasiness in Olli's voice made Aleksi's face soften in a heartbeat; he himself had experienced a stage injury or two himself while on tour, and with the limited treatment that was available when they were on the road, he knew Olli may have a long night ahead.

"D'you want me to massage it?"

"Yes please." Olli's big eyes glistened in the dark. Aleksi couldn't quite see it, but he could hear the pout in Olli's voice.

"I'll get the wand," Aleksi sighed and climbed over his boyfriend on his way out of the bunk. The miserable pout and the wet puppy eyes quickly changed to an eager smile and a hopeful twinkle, and judging by how rough Aleksi was with his efforts, Olli didn't seem to be in such a great distress after all; Aleksi's knee bumped against the exact spot Olli had just been kneading with his face twisted in pain, but the delight on Olli's face barely faltered at the touch.

Sprained thigh, huh? I see how it is.

Aleksi's mood grew even more bitter as he tiptoed towards the living area of the moving tour bus. Olli's audacity to trick Aleksi into taking care of him when he clearly wasn't hurting as much as he led on was infuriating, not least because of what Aleksi had had to witness at the bar. Fair enough, Aleksi had skillfully masked his annoyance as tiredness, so he couldn't blame Olli for not having picked up on his bad mood and the reason behind it; even so, Olli might as well treat his own injuries for all Aleksi cared.

That was until Aleksi's eyes finally spotted the turquoise vibrator – the origin of which no one seemed to be sure of – and a wicked thought popped into his head.

Olli would get his treatment– one that would taste of his own medicine.

"Right, where is it hurting the most?" Aleksi whispered his question, climbing back to the bunk. While Aleksi had been in the search for the wand, Olli had apparently decided to rest his eyes and blinked them sleepily when Aleksi squeezed back next to him.

"Here," Olli showed the spot on his thigh, putting on his best pout. Aleksi couldn't wait to wash it off his face.

"Let's see what we can do for you then."

The rumble of the tour bus engine was enough to hide the quiet buzz of the vibrator, as well as Olli's blissful sigh as Aleksi began rubbing Olli's thigh in circles. He started gently, as to not raise any suspicion in Olli about his true intention; little would he know this false sense of calmness would be temporary.

"Mmmmmh, oh yeah, feels good," Olli sighed. Aleksi almost frowned at the reaction Olli's whispered moans caused in his traitorous cock.

Determined to still have the upper hand, Aleksi started to slowly shift the movements of the vibrator towards Olli's crotch, subtly enough for Olli not to notice immediately.

"Aah, yeah, right there."

Aleksi swallowed. He had always loved making Olli groan out loud; tonight, however, his mission was something else entirely.

He moved the wand another half an inch up Olli's inner thigh, glancing at Olli's face, ready to catch his reaction once he'd realise what Aleksi was doing.

One more inch and the vibrator would definitely be touching Olli's cock.

One more inch, and Aleksi could feel Olli hold his breath.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Who's smiling now?

"Giving you the massage you so kindly asked for," Aleksi whispered innocently, all the while working the vibrating sex toy briefly against the side of Olli's cock.

"That– that's not where–"

"Oh, sorry, maybe a bit more to the left?"

Olli's mouth opened in a sudden gasp when Aleksi pressed the wand against his dick with more force. In the bunk above, Aleksi could hear Joonas make a small noise in his sleep.

"Shhhhh," Aleksi hushed in Olli's ear.

"Aleksi, what the fu– aaahh!" Olli threw his head back, exposing his neck for Aleksi to graze with his lips. He couldn't help but smile at the way Olli squirmed next to him when he switched on a stronger vibration level.

"We, aahh, we can't fucking do this right now!"

"Little Olli seems to disagree," Aleksi smiled. The bunk aisle nightlight illuminating through the curtain was just enough to reveal the tent that had already formed in the front of Olli's boxers.

"The others will, oh fuck, they'll wake up."

"They won't," Aleksi brought his lips close to Olli's ear again, "because you'll stay quiet enough to not wake them."

Olli's eyes opened slightly to give Aleksi the most incredulous side-eye Aleksi had ever seen from the man. He had to bite his lips to not laugh.

"You're fucking crazy."

"And you fucking love it."

A hint of a smile visited Olli's parted lips, and Aleksi could feel his body relax.

No no, not yet.

Another surprised gasp filled the air when Aleksi clicked the vibration toggle again and began moving the vibrator up and down Olli's erect cock. He stopped to tease the tip in rapid, circular motions that had Olli wiggling beside him, his right hand reaching towards his erection.

"Ow!" Olli winced when Aleksi snapped the hand away with a quick flick of his middle finger.

"Keep your hands off," he murmured in Olli's ear and grinned at the low, furstrated groan sounding from Olli's throat. When Olli's breating picked up at an alarming pace, Aleksi eased the pressure of the wand and moved back down Olli's hard shaft, right down to the base to massage Olli's balls.

"Aah, fucking hell, Aleksi."

"You like that?" Aleksi's mouth was dry and he felt his own cock twitch inside his pants; he may have been annoyed at Olli's antics, but he wasn't immune to Olli's sighing in pleasure next to him.

"Fuck yeah," Olli's reply was breathless and caused another helpless twitch inside Aleksi's boxers.

"Too bad," Aleksi swallowed and lifted the vibrator off Olli's cock.

Olli's eyes opened again, squinting at Aleksi in the dark.

"You're kidding me, right?"

Aleksi didn't even try to hide his victorious smile.

"Naww, I'm not quite the jokester you are."

Olli stared at him in silence, his chest falling and rising as he panted.

"You're... you're not jealous, are you? Because of the... girls at the bar?" Olli asked, brows knitting into a definite frown.

Aleksi merely shrugged before pressing the wand back on Olli's cock without a warning. The small whine that Olli couldn't keep inside was the sweet sound of revenge Aleksi had longed to hear all evening.

"Would you judge me if I was?" Aleksi wasn't sure what lured the question out of his mouth: was he just teasing Olli, or did it come from a more genuine place, the dark corner of Aleksi's mind that still quite couldn't believe someone as hot and sweet and funny and perfect as Olli Matela had chosen him? Was it just some heat-of-the-moment banter that slipped out of his mouth for a lack of a better comeback, or was he actually looking for confirmation that Aleksi had nothing to worry about, nothing heartbreaking to dwell on when his doubts got the best of him and hurled him in the bottomless pit of overthinking and fear?

Olli must have sensed something, for his eyes studied Aleksi attentively, in the way they sometimes did, in the way that made Aleksi want to look away or else he'd get lost in Olli's eyes for good, never to be seen in the terrestial world again.

He never stood a chance, though; if losing himself in Olli's loving gaze was his destined way to go, so be it.

"I fucking love you, Aleksi. You know I do."

Aleksi did.

He kissed Olli to let him know. Olli responded, slowly but with passion, want, need tasting off his tongue, to assure Aleksi he understood the fact of the matter.

"Mmmmh," Olli broke the kiss, "a little further down, please."

It was then Aleksi noticed that the kiss had thrown his massaging hand off course to buzz against Olli's stomach instead.

"So bossy," Aleksi muttered and speeded up the vibrations again, just to put Olli back in his place.

"Aaaahh!"

To make matters worse from Olli's point of view, Aleksi turned his attention back to Olli's neck and left a trail of light kisses there, enjoying the silent sighs coming from Olli's mouth. While Olli was grasping the edge of the bunk bed, possibly just to have something to hold on to since Aleksi didn't allow him to touch himself, Aleksi sneaked his own free hand inside his own boxers to adjust his half-erection, biting his lip to keep back a moan.

The hand controlling the vibrator began working up and down Olli's cock, now pointing towards the ceiling of the bunk, throbbing erratically inside Olli's shorts. Aleksi felt his own respond similarly when he noticed a smudge of precum glistening through the fabric that had tigthened against Olli's erection.

"Fuck, you're leaking," Aleksi sighed in Olli's ear as he began rubbing himself. "You're leaking so nicely for me."

Olli's heavy panting filled the air, to an extent that if one was awake and stopped to listen, one would've definitely heard the sounds of restrained pleasure, and he had begun thrusting his hips up to match the movements of the vibrator.

"Ah, easy now." Aleksi withdrew the wand once again, eyes on Olli's face, ready to catch his reaction.

"Why do you keep doing that?!" Olli whispered with despair in his tone.

Aleksi laughed silently, leaning in again to tough Olli's temple with the tip of his nose.

"For fun," he said and put the wand back on Olli.

"Aaahhh, god, alright, you've had your fun, not let me cum."

Aleksi did a few more rubs at the tip of Olli's shaft before removing the wand.

"Not yet. Not when you're still so needy and loud," Aleksi kissed Olli's neck, perhaps to apologize for showing him no mercy.

Aleksi could feel Olli make an effort at calming himself down and evening his breathing. Then he nodded.

"Okay. Okay. I won't. Put it back." Aleksi had barely opened his mouth again in order to tell Olli off again, but then Olli must have realised his own error as he added, dark, hooded eyes looking at Aleksi: "Please."

Aleksi no longer had the heart to deny Olli his relief.

Fascinated, he watched as Olli's cock twitched once the vibrator touched it again, and Aleksi couldn't help but let out a sigh when he saw a new flow of precum wet the fabric of the boxers. He kept mouthing OIli's neck, listening to the man's heavy breathing, touching himself as he worked the wand on Olli's leaking erection, making sure to pay additional attention to the sensitive spot he knew to be on the underside, right by the head of the dick. He knew that if he kept massaging there, Olli would reach his climax in a matter of seconds in his current state.

The thought of it had Aleksi gripping his own cock tighter and stroke himself to the mere sight of Olli being on the edge of his orgasm, panting against Olli's freshly-shaved neck, inhaling the musky scent which alone was enough to drive Aleksi crazy with lust.

"Aahh, aahh, fuck," Olli panted, almost whined, a little too loud for Aleksi's liking.

"Sshhhhh. You were doing so well," Aleksi whispered against Olli's neck, planting a kiss there as he removed the wand.

"Fuck, Aleksi, I need to–"

"I know. But you need to stay quiet. Can you do that?" Aleksi spoke softly, to let Olli know he was on his side, in the end.

Olli nodded again. "Yes. Yes yes yes yes. Please. Fucking plea–"

The plead was cut short by a soundless gasp when Aleksi resumed massaging OIli's erection in short movents near the leaking tip.

"That's more like it. You're doing good. You got this," Aleksi spoke in between kisses along Olli's neck and jawline.

"Aleksi..." Olli's voice was barely even a whisper. "Aleksi, please..."

Although their space was limited to say the least, Olli managed to shift his hand in between them to lend Aleksi a helping hand in his efforts to get himself off. Aleksi trembled with pleasure and need when Olli cupped his balls and began to firmly massage them, while Aleksi's own hand hand was determined to pick up its pace and stroke himself more frantically as he felt his climax approach.

The low, quiet sound of Olli's humble request did not help his case in the slightest.

"Please, Aleksi. I need to cum. Please, let me– oh fuck, aahh!"

In the nick of time, Aleksi switched on the toy's highest setting and in the next blind of an eye witnessed how spurts of white cum soaked through the tent of Olli's boxers as the man jerked his hips in rhythm with his twiching cock. Aleksi listened to Olli's gasps for breath, to his heartbeat pounding inside his chest, to the tiny whimpers when his cock became too sensitive to touch, and it didn't take long for him to spill inside his own underwear, with Olli's hand still working on his balls, gently rubbing Aleksi through his orgasm despite having barely come down from his own high by the looks of it.

Once Aleksi had emptied himself in a sticky mess inside his pants, he turned off the vibrator and set on the mattress in between Olli's legs, too spent to think of a more convenient place for it. Just to be a tease one last time, his allowed his hand to brush Olli's sensitive cock before resting it on Olli's stomach and smiled at the tiny gasp Olli let out upon the touch.

Their breathing calmed down, and despite the mess they had made together, Aleksi found it was far too easy to let his eyes close and let sleep take over. With his last spark of energy, he lifted his head from the pillow he had made himself of Olli's shoulder and nuzzled his nose against his boyfriend's cheek.

"Are you mine?"

He allowed himself this moment of weakness, this one last request for reassurement, knowing it might make him seem a little crazy.

But he needed to know, needed to hear Olli say it, even though he knew the answer before Olli even opened his mouth and looked him straight in the eyes.

"I'm yours."

#a spicy little bedtime story 💓 #even though everyone (on this side of the planet at least) is probably already asleep 😂 #don't judge me i have a day off tomorrow #and @ anyone reading this in the morning: have a spicy start to your friday <3 #ngl this took an unexpected turn at one point. i guess i just couldn't help myself 🥺 #(read and find out <3) #didn't proofread so sorry for any typos and errors 🤷‍♀️ #random tumblr ficlets by theflyingfeeling #ollixallu #blind channel rpf #blind channel fanfiction #answered asks #anon asks

[silverduckie]

So just got this message while uploading free gif packs to Payhip today, and I thought "lemme add a + and make it pay what you want in case that'll fix it," and it didn't. So I figured I'd drop this in the tags fast so other people won't find out when they try to upload, in case it's not just a me issue:

Unfortunately we're not able to support free products which have a file with a size of more than 100MB As an alternative please upload the file to Google Drive or Dropbox and then upload a text file here which includes the link to that file Paid products do not have this limitation

#rpt #rph #100 mb is like 25 gifs so um... yeah that's not gonna work 😂 #i'll go back to the drawing board though if anyone has recs lemme know #also the lack of comma after unfortunately in that error message is annoying the everloving fuck out of me who proofread this

[alitgblog]

vol vi thoughts bc fusebox keeps bringing me back

although we're in casa so ya know.... story is bound to get bad soon after casa

first of all, Hari. im so disappointed with his sprite because I'd so go for him for looks alone otherwise (his hair is nice and hes indian and hes got the rohan sort of physique albeit more muscle-y). but somethings up with his face and his eyes are a little red and his torso is doing the thing Vicki does, so he just feels like a leftover from S7 (and what a shame bc Tyler is drawn so well but barely gets time to impress us in the villa!)

OK anyway personality wise though hes giving nothing. Bombshells gotta cause more chaos and I think he'd be a fine and dandy OG in the real show but he's just kinda here. I mean idk maybe I tapped through his dialogue too quickly but in my head rn he's similar level to Elliot. Elliot I can at least make gamer jokes about and the girls had more to say about him than just: he's hot, and MC should go for him. that being said what I'm about to reveal i did in a few bullet points will not make sense.

The note was obviously gonna be from Jin (your LI), so them dragging it out was a little annoying. And I have personal opinion on what types of things should be gem choices and part of that is having a good enough excuse not to go through with it and I think not reading the note for no reason is not good enough. Anyway I did choose to read the note and it's sweet and references Jin's whole "funny guy but now I'm serious about you" shtick and I just wish they write that a little differently but it's still cute.

Then we get Bea's messages and it's odd bc I can't think of a reason or another season on the show that they dragged out the bombshells arrival like this. Like first of all, they might as well have given a message to Theo as well instead of just Oakley and Hari. But even more than that, why put the messages at all? just to have a cliffhanger at the end of the episode? I think just straight up during the sports day challenge, have someone read a text that a new couple is joining, and then bam it's Jin and Bea. maybe one text from her but the multiple was bugging me.

I also don't know why I got it in my head that Bea was gonna flirt with Theo/Claudia depending on who you flirted with, plus also your current LI but like that would've been a nice addition since I think Theo and Claudia should be done for but they don't make it clear???

Oakley messing with Emel about the drink was funny ngl, but I do miss the routes not merging because it just doesn't make sense to me having Oakley do that. Jack or Jin, maybe, but Oakley is the silent, serious type. Like in my head, he's more like Noah.

There is very briefly a few friendship moments between MC and Theo this volume and in my head they are besties and I wish that was canon/more explicit because I'm not going after him anyway. That way you get the friends who get closer and become lovers storyline from either Theo or Claudia and the other you still get to be friends with.

I'm surprised Claudia and Theo aren't just fully broken up because Claudia is asking for advice and I'm like, did yall not already get that sorted?? it's been so long. One of them should just go for the bombshells.

A chat with Claudia! finally! (albeit a gem scene) I thought we'd get to know more about her but it's mostly just a game of word association which is odd. I will say admitting that MC associates love with Jin made me laugh bc I'm cruel

The girls then say that MC needs to graft on Hari because they're both single and I get the support, but also MC is still getting over Jin lol.

Remember how I said the way I'm gonna play this doesn't make sense? Okay so I decided I needed to create my own mess, just to see if fusebox is gonna let my MC have consequences for her actions. So this is for science, in a way... Okay. So I may have let my MC flirt with Hari. And then maybe she got a sexy massage from him. And then maybe they kissed. What can I say? She's out of her mind without Jin. 🤣

okay no but seriously, in my head she does start to revert to her old ways, her old type, but she knows Hari isn't right for her. She misses Jin but she's not used to having a connection so fast with someone. And when he's gone she misses him but over the course of the day after putting on her brave face, she's convinced herself she's overthinking it. the letter was sweet but it scared her a little. she knows he was gonna ask her to be exclusive and she freaked a little. she just needs a little distraction....

I enjoy sports day but in my head it's usually a late in the show game. Like around in S2 when they have the bird thing happening or the S4 musical (OK maybe not that late, like probably pre baby challenge, but it's generally a challenge with very little drama is my point). still it was fun to have here.

and then of course return of the king, Jin comes back. and with the way I've been doing shit, yes, MC did kiss Hari when Jin entered and ohhhh he was upset.

Bea is cute but playful and still competitive and okay she goes for your couple, but also I get like Chelsea vibes from her (no canon reason why, I just think it's the hair) so love her.

Double date is so fun when your other partner is nearby, like it's almost enough to forget they did the same thing in season 5 because it's so much better this time around.

for fun and for angst I just imagine in the show, mid date they cut to a beach hut scene where MC is like "yeah I had a fun time with Hari but he when he was talking about all the things he wants in a life partner, I kept thinking about how I want that with Jin." 🥺

anyway yeah bring back beach hut

So I'm not a big fan of how they introduced the bombshells and LI return but it's not bad. I just think we could've gotten more time with Jin, Hari, and Bea. It's unclear but I think it's implied Jin, Hari, Bea, and MC are all single and I hope that's true because that way there will be little consequence (as in no sudden dumping) if you or another one of those characters brings someone from casa. because you're not in a couple anyway. (I mean I always hope there's no Dumping immediately after casa bc the arguments are more fun but this is how they've been doing it recently and i think part of that is bc of how they force the routes to merge)

it's also nice we don't get immediately stolen from our partner a la Tom/Cora entrance (or Elliot/Chloe) but it's sort of implied with how the sports day couples went? like I wish there was just a little more time before Casa so it's clear they're all single

or fuck it, give us a recoupling and post casa don't dump the other LI right away if you switch. Like you should be able to make up with your LI or not and it's boys choice and if they wanna keep the slow burn Theo picks last I guess and gets Bea just to also fix the Theo and Claudia together but not storyline. Maybe between your original LI and Hari, one of them picks Claudia (or give us another mlm couple if you're on a Claudia route and let him couple with Theo lmao)

#litg #late bc ive been busy with a paint by numbers 😂😂 #litg s8 #rambling #im not gonna proofread this so if its messy thats why

[helianthus21]

tired bilingual experience when you forget what's your native language and what’s the second

#😴 #straightup tried proofreading an english sentence #instead of the translated one in my native language lmao #also in: not even noticing ur speaking in ur third language instead of ur second #like me with spanish instead of english😂

[ghostdrinkssoup]

I can’t handle the little zoom-ins in succession it makes it so profoundly unserious to me I keep abruptly laughing at the worst moments. there’ll be a dramatic scene and kendall’s eyes will widen as he becomes consumed by the mad power struggle that threatens to destroy his family and suddenly the camera will just close in on him like 👁👄👁 all that’s missing is the vine boom sound effect and him glancing at the camera. it’s as if fleabag somehow found her way onto the set of the office except it’s an actual corporate drama

#I say this in the most affectionate way possible btw it’s so glorious #the zoom-ins just THROW ME OFF I NEVER SEE THEM COMING #I wrote this at like 1am yesterday but didn’t have enough coherency left to proofread it 😂 I was right for this though #succession #kendall roy #ghost speaks

[whatbigotspost]

"any fool can see these views are consistent with feminism" is it a spelling mistake or am I missing something?

I am but a simple, imperfect human who makes many typos and missed a “not.” It’s been fixed now!

#y’all need to understand my posts will be riddled with typos #bc I write a mile a minute and can’t proofread my own work for shit #I see it as I meant it not how I type it #so please forgive the constant nonsense I WILL type #blame it on the adhd or whatever 😂 #thanks those who told me about this one bc it changed the meaning of my intent

[milirii]

"In bed at 2am, blissfully drowsy" and "You smell nice" with Olli/Allu? 🖤 Since people say Olli smells really good and Allu had a nose perfect for sniffing 😄

Hello! I have not forgotten these even tho it might seem like it 😂 This is kind of prology for the other Aleksi/Olli fic I made for this same game, but I am publishing this on my phone and can't be bothered to link the first one in this too 😅 maybe later! But anyway, enjoy this ❤️

Words: 1228, fluff, implied sexual content (i think? Just to be safe?)

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Warm embrace around his middle and nose pressed against Olli's neck made Aleksi sigh quietly and wrap his arms a bit more strongly around Olli’s shoulders. To keep him there and not let him draw away too quickly. He was back home now.

“I am so happy you are feeling better. It felt horrible to just leave you there.” Aleksi felt how Olli mumbled against his own shoulder and lifted his hand to Olli’s curls to give his scalp gentle scratches. He wanted to assure Olli everything was good.

“It wasn’t too bad. Honestly. I wasn’t terribly sick and you and others really made sure I didn’t feel abandoned. It was just sad that I missed the Whisky A Go Go.”

Olli lifted his head slightly and Aleksi felt how Olli’s lips curled to a smile against his neck.

“We will go there again and make sure you’ll be with us.”

Aleksi felt the drop in his stomach, it felt almost like a kiss, when Olli’s lips opened slightly while he talked. He didn’t even want to really admit it to himself how much he would have hoped for it to be a kiss. Blushing he drew away from Olli’s embrace and with a slight smile for him, he turned to hug Santeri, who had patiently waited his turn.

****

Olli had never looked as good. Red cheeks, bass still hanging on his shoulder, curls wild and some random golden strands stuck on his sweaty forehead and neck, eyes shining with excitement and tears, dimples on his cheeks and widest smile on his lips. Chest heaving alongside his panting. The previous show had already made Aleksi feel beyond tipsy, but Olli’s mere presence made him properly drunk. The sight made his heart beat extra rhythms and brain to give him the stupidest ideas. He would seriously explode with feeling so much pride, awe and love if he didn’t act out soon. And then Olli turned to look at him, the smile on his lips so happy and the look in his eyes inviting. His whole being was so open, so unusually free and so Olli. It was like looking him totally bare of any filters or masks, just a momentarily every feeling was there to be seen if one just paid enough attention and Aleksi was paying. How could he not do so, Olli was glowing and Aleksi had never loved so much.

It took only three hurried steps to get across the backstage area, two heartbeats to gently lift the bass guitar over Olli’s head and to hand it to whoever happened to be the closest and only one look in Olli’s darkened eyes for Aleksi to cup his face and crash their lips together in lustful, passionate kiss. It was hungry right from the start, Olli snaked his fingers under Aleksi’s loose shirt and his touch was burning Aleksi’s skin, making him moan in the open mouthed kiss and slide his hands in Olli’s sweaty curls.

Some small coherent part in Aleksi’s brain was screaming at them to stop in this instant and leave to their hotel room before going any further. But he didn’t want to stop, he had waited long enough already. Luckily it seemed that Olli had more self-control, or that he had heard Aleksi’s brain and decided to silence it himself since Aleksi was not going to do so. In Aleksi’s slightly hysteric mind the latter seemed like the most believable explanation of why Olli insistently made them part. Only mere centimeters, but still. He could still feel the warmness emanating from Olli, how his hot breath tickled Aleksi’s lips and jaw, how the electricity sparkled in every heated look and in every spot they were touching each other.

“Not in here Allu.” He whispered in between panting and Aleksi gathered the crumbles of his self-control to give him a nod in return. “Then take me somewhere else.”

Olli swallowed and nodded hurriedly, before giving him one more kiss.

****

Aleksi dropped his head against the pillow and whined when he felt Olli getting up. He made his best effort to prevent that from happening, trying to grab Olli's arm, but since he could only barely lift his own limbs, he wasn't very successful.

"I'll be back in a moment, don't worry", Olli said softly and true to his words, soon Aleksi felt the bed dipping under Olli's weight again. Aleksi opened his eyes to look how gently Olli wiped off all evidence of their earlier activities and when he went to bring the towel back in the bathroom, Aleksi took a look at his phone. It seemed they wouldn't be getting too much sleep tonight. Then Olli was back and he joined Aleksi in the bed again. Aleksi put his phone back down, opened his arms and sighed happily when Olli snuggled up against his chest and wrapped his arms around Aleksi' middle. Aleksi's own hands drew incoherent patterns to Olli's back, felt the pumps of his spine and traced again the same paths his fingers had found earlier. Now without hurry or blinding lust. No, now he was memorising them, admiring and loving. Wondering how something this perfect was currently laying in his arms.

Aleksi bowed his face a little to give Olli's temple a kiss and then buried his nose in his sweaty curls. "You smell good. How can you smell this good after the show and sex?" Aleksi mumbled to Olli's skin. Olli smiled against his chest, which made butterflies go crazy in Aleksi's stomach.

"It is just afterglow and post-gig-high that makes you think that."

Aleksi shook his head insistently and with some unexpected force managed to turn them around to snuggle to Olli's neck. "You always smell so good."

Olli pressed Aleksi more firmly against himself and spoke straight to his ear, making shivers run down Aleksi's spine. "Really? How long have you been observing?"

Aleksi decided that he wanted to have the following conversation when looking at Olli's eyes and lift himself to lean on his elbows. He looked down at Olli's blissful face, drowsy eyes and softly smiling lips. "Too long. Months. Way before the Christmas tour, maybe from the end of the summer already."

Olli lifted himself up enough to capture Aleksi's lips in a deep kiss. "We are idiots", he said after the kiss broke and continued when Aleksi gave him the questioning look. "You have been everything I have been able to think for a couple of months already. But… I guess I was too shy to ask you out and then America happened and it didn't seem like a good idea to ask you here if you'd turn me down. It would have just made everything hard."

Aleksi nodded, it was a very valid explanation. Even more so when he had been afraid to do the first move too.

"But we did it now? Is this what you want to do? Are we dating now or was this just a one time thing?"

Olli looked suddenly shy and Aleksi lifted his hand to trace gently his cheekbone. "I would like to date. I can't take it if this was just a one time thing. I need to see what we can have together."

"Me too, we will continue together now", Aleksi pressed his forehead against Olli's and gave him the sweetest kiss.

#i finished this to distract myself from panicking in the train 😂 #and I am lazy to check the grammar and typos 'cause I want this out of my hands already #and I won't be having time for proofreading this weekend. So i hope this makes sense! #i hope you are having nice day and if not *hug* ❤️ #blind channel rpf #milirii writes #olli/aleksi #mil's drabble game fics

[darkkitty1208]

Anyone else ever have that moment mid-writing and going like "This is amazing. The words flow from my mind with ease and everything is perfect. This fic is going to end up wonderful when I finish it." but then at some point suddenly going "This is horrible. What have I made? Completely horrible. Utter trash." and go on that cycle over and over again?

#sometimes authors go on an even bigger emotional roller coaster than readers do apparently 😂 #the latter is usually on the rare occasion of me proofreading and checking my pace #its always about pacing and id end up adding sentences and words and stuff and get distracted in the editing sm #to the point where i forget to finish the damn thing #writing

[nativehueofresolution]

i don't think there's been a single post i've made on this website that has less than five typos.

#i just went back to read a meta i wrote a bit ago and i was like how did people even follow what i was trying to say 😂 #it's because this is my silly little blog and i don't care about proofreading stuff here #but even so i have to laugh #i'm also bad about randomly leaving out words in the middle of sentences. that got me in school too #kaitlin speaks

[cakemousse]

adrien my dear you look like felix more than once in this episode please stop 😂

#proofreading adventures #s5ep7 #adrien agreste #he looks like felix here istg #adrien go back to your pure soft face please 😂 #passion

[theflyingfeeling]

Samy's acoustic gig in a bar downtown Jyväskylä, 5.12.2022 - gig report by me ✨

First of all, anyone who saw me panicking about going to this gig last night and tried to calm me down, I want you to know that your support meant the world to me and that thanks to all of you sweet people who told me it's gonna be alright and that I should totally give it a try, I had the most fun Monday night I've had in a long long while, possibly years 💖

And HUGE thanks to @thesunsetisgone for coming with me, I would've been absolutely lost without you there with me 😭 it was so great meeting you, see you again soon!! 💕

The bar was crowded as FUCK and the music (the bar's music I mean) was so loud that it was hard to hear anything. It was kinda uncomfortable and I don't see the appeal, so I don't think I'll be going to a bar again any time soon unless it's for another amazing acoustic gig 😅

This is no news to anyone who knows Samy at all but oh my god he was so smiley and happy and relaxed and cute and 😭😭😭 he was in his element, and although there were quite a few songs I didn't recognize (until later watching the videos I filmed lol), I had the time of my life just looking at him. He is such a charismatic performer, not at all diva-like, quite the contrary; he seems super down to earth and just the sweetest person 🥺

His Samy-like humour included his typical "I don't actually know how to play this" jokes (especially when he played LS songs lol), and at one point when he got too hot and took his jacket off, revealing his beautiful red silk shirt he was like (roughly translated) "I'm supposed to be this trashmetal dude, but instead I look like some fucking magic carpet" 😂💞

Songs that he covered included You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi (lol who else), The Kill (Bury Me) by 30 Seconds to Mars, a BMTH song I didn't recognize because I don't listen to BMTH but I was told it's Joonas' favourite song (Drown), the beginning of Stan by Eminem (until he went "I'm not actually gonna play this" just before the rap part 😆 I have this on video, probably gonna post later!), and Alone by Heart

Out of LS songs he played Awake (😭😭😭😭😭😭) and 112. During the latter he made us do a fun dialogue kinda singing where he sang some parts of the chorus and we had to sing the next line 🥺

My personal highlight was when he 😭😭😭😭 he played 😭😭😭💘💘💘 he played I Will Follow You Into The Dark by Death Cab For Cutie and 😭😭😭😭 I don't think you understand, this is one of my favourite songs in the entire world and I was this 🤏 close to elbowing my way through the crowd to snog him directly on the mouth for playing it 💞

Out of context: he looked me in the eyes and told me I was beautiful

In context: he sang a Finnish song (!!!!!!!!!!!!! a rare occasion, he told us) in which the chorus goes "you are beautiful, and the world is yours" (Maailma on sun by Tehosekoitin) and I SWEAR he looked right at me one time when he sang that line, I REFUSE to believe otherwise 😤

Actually I feel like we made eyecontact quite a few times, but that might as well have been an optical illusion (or wishful thinking 😔)

He also began to sang Wonderwall like the troll he is, but then he was like "fuck no am I gonna play that song" 😆 and @thesunsetisgone may correct me if I'm wrong but it was then when he started playing The Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day and...I don't have video material of what happened next because ????? 😂

He hadn't gotten too far into the song when this 60-year-old guy (I know this because the man himself said he was soon turning 60), somewhat drunk, assumably a friend of Samy's, got on the "stage" (there was no stage) and wanted to duet the song with him, but then neither of them could remember any more lyrics, so the random man took out his phone and googled the lyrics, and when Samy looked at his phone he cracked up because apparently the man had googled the lyrics to Basket Case instead 🤣 the man was insistent on singing this song instead though, but Samy was like "I don't know how to play that?!" and then he pointed at someone in the front row like "you come up here and play this!" and suddenly a wild Mirko appeared! 😃 and then they played Basket Case with Mirko on the guitar and the whole bar sang along ✨

I would also like to thank Samy for making me cross one thing off my bucket list: the last song he performed was Livin' On a Prayer and I've ALWAYS wanted to sing along to that song in a crowd of people singing along with me, so Mr. Elbanna you really made this dream of mine reality 🙏

Damn, I really wish I had told him all this 😔 I mean, I did get the opportunity, because after the gig was over, we went to the restaurant side of the place to put on our outerwear, and Samy was there?? Right next to us???? And first we were like "omg he's right there" but just continued putting on our jackets, but then we were like "no, let's go take pictures with him!"

And so, yeah, we did 🥰 and he was so sweet 😭💕

Thank you kind sir, this evening gave me so much joy you have no idea 🥺💖

When we got out of the bar we had a minor fangirling moment ("OMG WE JUST MET SAMY!!!")...and then a couple of shabby-looking dudes came to ask if we sell speed 🤡 because apparently your average speed-salesperson looks like this:

To conclude, I had the best time and I'm so happy I went and all the panic and nervousness was SO worth it <3

I will post more videos in the LS/Samy tag later today!

#lost society #samy elbanna #my concert #ok to reblog! #(if you're ok with having my lil' face on your blog 😂) #sorry for typos i don't have the time to proofread i need to start getting ready for my niece's namegiving ceremony 💀

[mittensmorgul]

Wow those last two points…

#laugh rule #my local news needs a proofreader 😂