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MICHAEL CLIFFORD DILF ERA INCOMING

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OH MY GOD MY SHAYLAS 😭😭 i fear we’re getting closer to real commitment guys this is progress !

can we get coworker James and reader not getting along despite having obvious feelings for each other and not knowing how to say sorry, so they really awkwardly try to play nice? maybe reader apologising with a kiss

coworker frenemies <3 fem, 1.6k

“It’s the wrong file.” 

“Nope. Open it up properly.” 

You roll James’ rugby stress-ball under your hand. “It’s not, I need the Lang and Co test reports from last year, this is dated from April 14th.” 

“That’s because the fiscal year ended on April 6th. If I send you something from before April, that won’t be last year, it’ll be the year before.” 

“No, we still have a month left in this year,” you argue, “so these are from two years ago.” 

You both turn to Remus. He tenses at the sudden silence, pen paused over blue post it notes. “What?” he asks finally. He doesn’t actually need you to repeat yourselves. “If you need a test report from the last fiscal year to cross check the RAS number, then you need one dated before April. We’re in the current fiscal year right now until April again.” 

“See,” James says. 

“That’s what I said, James.” 

“It is not.” 

You roll your shoulders. It’s what you’d thought you were saying. From the look Remus is giving you, James is the correct one, and you’re too confused about the logistics of things to argue your case. You should say Okay, alright, even apologise for getting wound up, but you hate being wrong when it’s with James, it’s like a flinch reflex. “I shouldn’t even be doing this, you’re supposed to double check this stuff before you send it back to me, the RAS number should be printed at the top,” you say with heat. 

“Open the files properly,” James says, almost spits, apparently more wound up than you’d been. As soon as he says it, all his fire burns out. He bites something back, clears his throat, an unarmed emotion on his face as his gaze dips to his coffee. “The RAS numbers are all in the headers. They’re just hard to see.” 

A few weeks ago his spitting retort would’ve made you laugh, or maybe made you want to hit him with your car, but a few weeks ago you didn’t know what it was like to be on James’ right side. You’re aware now of how it feels to have his hand on your shoulder, his smile pressed to the top of your ear. The idea of not feeling it again fills you with dread. 

“Sorry,” you mutter.

“I’m sorry,” he says back, sounding three times as awkward. “I shouldn’t have such an attitude. I’m just– hungry or something.” 

You don’t really like being snapped at, but James probably didn’t like being reprimanded for something he’d apparently actually done, so… You’re not sure where you go from here. 

Remus breaks the tension for you kindly. “Look, we don’t have to argue about the Lang and Co anything today, because it’s all properly finished. Finish checking the RAS numbers for the rest of them and then I can go over them after dinner.” 

“I doubt you’ll need to,” you say. 

“I know, but if I don’t and something is wrong, I’ll get the flack for it.” Remus rips a sticky note off of the pad and puts it on his monitor. “It’s alright. I’ll just glance at them.” 

You feel properly chastened, then, and retreat into yourself for a while. You hate feeling like this at work, it’s exactly how you felt when you first started. You haven’t been such a hindrance to their working for months. Your accounting team Smiskis attest to your burgeoning friendship with Remus and your more than that with James, each of them exercising. A week ago, James bought you a museum themed one, a little green figurine that pays homage to the Girl with the Pearl Earring. You’d laughed for ages, only bothering to stop when James had kissed you and asked if you were pleased. 

With the kiss or the Smiski is anyone’s guess. Sometimes you think James might like a performance report from you, a job well done sticker or something, but you don’t know if he’s bad or good or mediocre, he’s just James. He annoys you beyond words and he’s the kindest boy you’ve ever met. 

You work in tepid silence until dinner rolls around and Sirius swings by the desks to retrieve Remus. You’re relieved when James turns down their offer to go with them and quickly follow suit. 

“Will you eat with me?” he asks you. 

Which is nicer than pretending you’re eating together out of coincidence. “Uh, yeah.” 

“Are you done?” he asks, nodding at the computer. 

You click off your monitor. 

Together, you retrieve your Tupperware boxes from the fridge and steal the single sofa in the break room by the window. James cracks it open like you like without having to be asked, and you sit on his left side, close enough to touch him. On your best days you’ll eat thigh to thigh, shifting if someone comes in but otherwise comfortable. Today, the inches between you feel like miles. 

You don’t know what to do. You both said sorry, it’s not like you were furious or anything, but maybe James is more annoyed than he’s letting on? 

You try to think of what you can do as he peels his tangerine. The smell is sudden in the air, fresh, a tad sour now they’re out of season. 

“Do you want some?” he asks. 

You hold your hand out for a piece too early, he’s not done peeling, but he hurries and cleans the white strings of pith from the fruit and passes you two slices stuck together. “There, lovely,” he murmurs. 

“Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

There’s nothing really for it, is there? You eat your tangerine and summon your courage, putting your untouched lunchbox on the table and turning in your seat. James turns to look at you too, locking eyes with you, hands paused in his lap with his own slice of tangerine waiting. “What?” he asks carefully, as though worried you have another bone to pick. 

You should ask if you can kiss him, but you can’t make the words form. Your lips feel sticky, citrus still sharp on your tongue. 

Tentatively, your raise a hand to his face. You feel his skin under your thumb, light stubble grazing your palm. Gentle, you work your fingers around the side of his neck and pull him toward you, raising your chin, but keeping your eyes opened. He doesn’t kiss you —James is eager now he knows he’s allowed yet he won’t cross boundaries, he’s careful with the word yes— but he doesn’t pull away. He lets you guide him to your lips. It’s only when his eyes shutter closed that you close your own, lips a hair’s width apart when you manage to say sorry again. “I shouldn’t have made out like you hadn’t done the RAS numbers,” you whisper. 

“I shouldn’t have snapped at you. You couldn’t have known I’d fixed the Lang and Co one’s already.” 

“I don’t like being mad at you anymore.” 

“Yeah, you do. You just don’t like thinking I’m mad back.” 

Your noses brush. “I don’t… it wasn’t fun for me, James. Us hating each other. You’re not a bad person, but it was quite miserable. I don’t want to go back.” 

“We won’t,” he says, pulling away before your lips can touch. You open your eyes and find him looking right at you. “I didn’t hate you. I didn’t always like you, but I didn’t fully hate you, either, n’ there’s nothing like that to go back to.” 

Being vulnerable is hard. You struggle to find the words. “I’m not saying it’s your fault or anything, I just really don’t want you to not like me again.” 

“I didn’t know you,” he says simply. You’re sure he’s done, but he pulls your hand off of his cheek to hold thoughtlessly to his chest. “And now I do. I can’t not like you anymore.”

“Do you think it’s normal that we still get mad at each other?” 

“Of course it is. Remus and Sirius argue every day, but they always say sorry.” 

You smile weakly. “We did that. Off to a good start.” 

James returns your smile tenfold, grinning as he squeezes your hand. “We’re off to a great start. It’s work that’s the problem, that’s all. Hate the James that’s your coworker and love the James who drives you home, hm?” 

“It’s the coworker one that I ended up really fancying,” you murmur. 

He goes pink with delight. “You fancy me?” 

“You’d hope so.” 

James peers down at your hand and gives it another tender squeezing. “Can I have an apology kiss or something? I felt like it was going that way but I ruined it, and now I’d quite like one.” 

“Can you kiss me?” you ask softly. 

James braces his hand against your shoulder and ducks in to kiss you. Chastely (lest someone see you snogging in the break room and get you written up), but a great kiss all the same. It makes your mouth tingle. It still feels exciting all these kisses later, better when James kisses your cheek and the side of your head in quick succession. 

“I don’t care that we argued,” he says, “I just don’t like how I acted, n’ I love how you look when you’re mad. It’s why I used to wind you up so much.” 

“You still wind me up now.” 

He tips his head to the side. “Exactly.” 

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Chapter 4- The Chase

Summary: You can only keep running from Frankie Morales for so long. At some point, he'll catch up to you, whether you like it, or not.

Word Count: 3.5K

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader (reader has a name/nickname)

Warnings: Do I spy a hint of... ✨feelings✨??? Yearning, a hint of teenage violence (Santi deserves it, it's okay), the appearance of the Miller Brothers, Frankie basically looking like this 🥺 for the last half of this chapter, banter because I live for it

A/N: I'm convinced that teenage Frankie and the Frontier Boys are the best characters to write for, period 😭 I never thought I would live to see the day where my chapters are less than 5K (?!?) but I'm really trying to be better about posting on a schedule- If you would rather have them be longer and wait two weeks between chapters instead of once a week, let ya girl know 🤷🏼‍♀️ Thank you for all of your kind words about this story, your kind comments literally fuel me and make my heart explode, ily 🥹💛

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Frankie, Fall of 2005, Age 16

For as much as he hates school, there will be two classes Frankie knows he’ll always pass with flying colors- Gym and Math. 

When he and Santi went to pick up their 11th grade class schedules before the start of the school year, you would have thought they’d won the lottery when they looked down on the crinkled half sheets of paper to find they were both in the same 6th period gym class. 

Five weeks into the start of Junior year, Frankie’s now convinced that Santi and his new friends, Will and Benny Miller, are in on some sort of scheme to make him fail the one class he’s guaranteed an “A” in. 

“Jesus Christ, Frankie, for the love of God, will you please slow down?!” 

Santi’s all but huffing at the pace Frankie had set for the four of them to run the two miles they’re supposed to finish by the end of class, only three of the eight laps they need to run around the track completed. 

“We’re not even going that fast, Santi, you’re fine.” 

Frankie can’t help but laugh at the way his friend is laboring behind him. Sure, Santi’s got football to thank for keeping him looking less like a gangly string bean than Frankie does, but even at 16, the boyish satisfaction of knowing he’ll always be faster than his friend is undeniable.

“Do you do like, cross country or somethin’, Frankie?” 

“Yeah man, I thought Santi said you swam not ran.” 

The Miller Brothers were a new addition to his and Santi’s long standing friendship duo. Will and Benny moved from North Carolina over the summer and had befriended Santi after a few weeks of preseason football camp that the high school held before the start of the school year. Of course, that meant Frankie became friends by proxy shortly after. 

Frankie was fond enough of the two, but the group was still stuck in the awkward dating phase of friendship where everything was just enough of a pissing match to prove that they were worthy enough of each other’s company. 

“Yeah, I’m on the swim team, I don’t do cross country or anything like that.” Frankie shrugs, rounding the curve of the track with ease as he leads the pack to their halfway point. 

“Then how the hell did you get so fast?” Benny pants, the straw blonde hair matted to his forehead with sweat scrunching as he pinches his brows in a mixture of confusion and unadmitted pain. 

“‘Cause he likes to go running with MacKenzie.” 

Santi’s lips curl to a devious smile as he watches Frankie’s face grow red from his sing-songy taunting. At least with the Millers, Frankie could pretend to chalk the hot, pink sting in his cheeks to the mile he’s been running. Unfortunately, he can’t assume the same with Santi. 

“Shut up, Santi.” Frankie grumbles, picking up his pace to the point he knows it’ll make Santi’s lungs strain just enough to keep him from rambling. 

“Oh shit, like, MacKenzie Anderson, MacKenzie?” Will’s face lights up, his less than lengthy friendship making him blissfully unaware of the history between you and Frankie, “She’s hot.” 

“Ew, n- no, she’s not. That’s weird.” 

The other three are surprised Frankie’s pants have yet to set on fire after such a bold lie. 

“They go run together every weekend.” 

At this point, it’s pure mockery the way Santi is teasing him, pushing Frankie to his limits to see how much he can get away with before his friend breaks. 

“So like, are you guys, dating or something?” 

“What?! No! No- She’s like, my best friend. I just- She plays soccer, so I go run with her to help her train and stuff. It’s good cardio, anyways.” 

Frankie doesn’t mean to snap at Benny for his question. It’s a secondary response to the way his chest is tightening and heart is racing as the eyes of all his friends stay peeled to him, like a guilty suspect in a courtroom everyone is waiting to catch in the midst of their lie. 

“Running’s not the only kind of cardio he wishes he was doing with MacKenzie, huh Frankie?” 

The boys are too busy snickering at each other to realize that Frankie’s completely stopped in his tracks ahead of them, turning around with arms outstretched to greet Santi with a brute shove to the ground as they collide. 

“I said shut UP, Santi!”

Frankie doesn’t intend for it to draw as much attention as it does, how the way he’s practically screaming at his friend he’s pushed to the ground has garnered the attention of everyone else in his gym class.

“Jesus, Frankie, it was just a joke! Chill out!” 

Will and Benny help Santi off the rubber of the track, leaving him and Frankie in a silent stare down of flared nostrils and gritted teeth, bodies boiling with teenage testosterone. 

Despite his rage, Frankie has enough self control to keep from saying (or doing) anything else he’ll regret, forcing himself to take off running in a frustrated huff of silence, heart in his throat and fists clenched, leaving behind his group of friends.  

“Shit. Is he always like that when you talk about her?” Will asks, still slightly stunned by the altercation he’s just witnessed, considering Frankie’s usual calm and quiet demeanor. 

“Yup.” Santi replies, popping the “p” at the end of his answer, “Well, not always this bad, but still,  ya know?”  

“Why?” Benny chimes in, the three of them slowly beginning their trot back around the track, lengths behind their fuming friend. 

“‘Cause they’re like, secretly in love with each other. They say they’re just friends, but they act like they’re fucking married.” Santi pretends to gag as he forces his eyes to roll as far back in his head as they possibly can. “He’s been extra pissy because yesterday he found out this guy, Nick Walsh, who’s some senior on the boy’s soccer team, tried to ask her to Homecoming.” 

“Did she say yes?” 

“No! That’s the thing! I don’t know why he’s got his fucking granny panties in a knot about it. Whatever, man. Not my problem.” 

The Miller brothers exchange intrigued glances, wondering how much more they can pry out of Santi as they mope around the track, hoping they can at least make the second half of their two miles entertaining. 

“If he’s mad about it, why didn’t he just ask her?” Will shrugs, offering up what seems like a reasonable solution to his new friend’s problem. 

“Ask him, dude. I have no fucking clue. They’re going with the same group of friends, so they’re gonna spend the whole night together, anyways. Honestly, if you want my opinion, I think he knows he doesn’t have the balls to nut up and ask her himself ‘cause he’s worried she’s gonna say no.” 

Despite the 23 other kids in the class who are also being forced to run circles around the track, there’s only one who makes the three of them freeze as he passes by, feeling the hole he’s burning through the back of their heads. Santi knows he’s too loudmouthed for his own good, and that there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that Frankie didn’t make out what he had to say as he snuck up behind him. 

And he's right. Frankie hears every word.

If he wasn’t at school, he wouldn’t think twice about punching Santi so hard in the gut it would knock the wind right out of him. But right now, all he can do is keep running, faster and faster, one foot in front of the other. 

Maybe if he runs fast enough, no one will be able to see the tears welling in the corners of his eyes, or the disappointment that’s drained every ounce of color he’s got left in his face. 

Maybe if he runs fast enough, he can outrun the cold, hard truth of the way Santi’s words ring in his ears and put bricks in his chest. 

Maybe, just maybe, if he runs fast enough, somewhere along the worn high school track he’ll find the courage to prove himself wrong. 

You, Present 

You’re convinced he’s following you. He has to be. 

All you wanted to do this morning was to go for a run to clear your head, to blow off some steam after the shit show that had been yesterday’s first interaction with Frankie in the past three years. You were confined to your room for the better half of the day, your dad keeping Frankie hostage in your home far too long for your liking. 

Unfortunately, it’s hard to deny a dying man whatever he wants, even if it’s Frankie Morales’s unwelcome presence in your living room. It also meant having to listen to your dad ramble about Frankie for the next several hours after he’d left, politely nodding at all the compliments and praise your father had to give him while your blood boiled in silence. 

Now, all you wanted to do was to run until your head was free of Frankie for just a little while.

It seemed like Frankie had other plans. 

You gave him the benefit of the doubt the first quarter mile, hell, you even tried to just play it off as unlucky timing at the half mile point. But now, you’re a mile into your run, turning on to Fuller Street with Frankie still trotting behind you. It’s clearly not an accident he’s chosen the same path for his morning jog. 

“There are other ways you can go run, you know.” You shout at Frankie without even turning your head over your shoulder, thinking that maybe he’s assumed you hadn’t noticed him and your not so subtle suggestion will get him to turn around. 

“It’s a free country. I can run where I want.” 

Part of you wishes you would have turned to look back at him so he could see the way your eyes met the back of your skull from rolling them so hard, but you keep your gaze glued to the pavement in front of you. You won’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his presence.  

“Can you please just go run somewhere else? I’m just trying to enjoy my morning and you’re not helping, Frankie.” 

“Not trying to bother you, just trying to run. I didn’t have anything to say until you started talking to me.” 

You know if you turned around right now, he’d have that stupid little smug grin hiding in the corner of his cheeks. A battle of wits is his favorite game to play. He’s learned how to strategize, to stay calm, cool and collected in the midst of your chaos, waiting until you hit the breaking point of his crazy you can’t bear to tolerate anymore. Your jaw tenses with the long exhale you take as you prepare to go head to head. 

“I wouldn’t have said anything if you hadn’t been following me the past mile.” 

“How do you know I’m following you?” 

“You’ve literally been running ten feet behind me for the past twelve minutes.” 

“Who says I wasn’t planning on running this way to begin with but you just got a head start?” 

“Jesus Christ, Frankie, please just go pick a different way to run.” 

“Who put you in charge of the running police? Do I have to sign a permit before I go jog now?” 

“Go. Run. Somewhere. Else.” 

“No. You don’t get to tell me where to run. This is the way I wanna go, so I’m gonna keep going until-” 

“No! I know you don’t want to go this way!” You’ve accepted defeat, swinging around to storm towards Frankie, stopping dead in his tracks as he realizes the ferocity you’re approaching him with, “I know for a fact you don’t wanna run this way. You know how I know? Because you hate running down Fuller Street. You would run five miles out of your way before you even considered running down this street on your own free will. There hasn’t been a single time we’ve ever run down this street where you haven’t complained the entire way because of how much you hate the hill at the end of the road before we turn onto Wilson way! That’s how I know, Frankie! So stop pretending like you just happened to choose the same way as me by accident, and just leave me alone! Ugh!” 

You’re positive there’s a trail of steam streaming behind you with the way you’re absolutely fuming, turning back around to take off as fast as your body will let you. You can’t bring yourself to look anywhere but straight ahead, too afraid that if you turn around, those stupid, sad brown eyes will make you feel guilty enough to give him the last word he doesn’t deserve. 

Your feet are flying so fast across the pavement, you’re convinced he’s given up, shocked into submission by your anger that he’ll at least let you finish the rest of your run in peace. Your eyes are still locked on the horizon ahead. It’s the arrogance of your self-reassurance that doesn’t even let you contemplate the thought that several yards behind you, Frankie lets out a quiet “fuck me” before letting his hands drop from their place on his hips to chase behind you at full speed. 

“What the fuck are you doing!?” 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” 

It’s a stupid question. It’s obvious Frankie has said a prayer to hope his knees don’t give out on him as he runs as fast as possible to try and catch up to you. The rhythmic thump of his sneakers pounding against the concrete catches your attention enough to see how quickly he’s gaining on you. It only makes you run faster. 

“Jesus- fuck this hill- MacKenzie, will you fucking slow down?” 

You won’t admit you’re probably just as exhausted as Frankie from the way you’ve been sprinting up the steep incline at the end of the road, but his exasperated huffs are enough to keep you pushing through the pain, mental and physical. 

“No. Run faster.” 

You’re hopeful it’s early enough that no one is awake to see the comedic game of cat and mouse you and Frankie are playing in the middle of the road, chasing each other like you’re on the playground in a childish round of tag. You’d never admit to his face that you know he’s stronger, even faster than you, but the grip he settles around your arm as he finally catches up to you lets you know you’ve lost. 

“Let go of me, Frankie!” 

If the street wasn’t already awake from your wild game of chase, your scream certainly would have gotten their attention. 

“Jesus Christ, MacKenzie, will you just let me talk to you for two fucking seconds?! Please, just- fuck- please just let me fucking talk to you, okay? Please.” 

Even if you wanted to keep running, there was no use. Truth be told, it wasn’t the grasp he had around your arm that was the thing keeping you from sprinting off into the distance. What had you frozen in place was that pathetic pout you knew was splayed across his face, burning a hole in the back of your head. What’s worse, was that you could feel it burning a hole through your chest, too. 

The all too familiar pain that came with holding onto the same, shriveled shred of hope that maybe this time, he’d prove you wrong. Maybe this time, he wouldn’t let you down. 

“Fine.” You barely mutter the word loud enough to hear as you turn around to face him, eyes still looking everywhere but directly at him. 

“I’m sorry, Kenz. I'm sorry, okay? I fucked up.” 

Somehow, his second apology stings worse than the first. It still doesn’t mean you won’t deny how much it hurts. 

“Yeah, no shit.” 

You let your gaze lift just enough to see the way he’s gnawing at his bottom lip, chewing at it like he’s trying to digest his own thoughts before they come out of his mouth. 

“What I said that night at Santi’s wedding, I just-” He pauses, knowing you can hear it clear as day in your head too.

“Fuck you, MacKenzie. Fuck you for ruining my life. It’ll be better off without you fucking in it.” 

“I- I- Fuck. I didn’t mean it. Any of it. I regret ever saying it. I think all the time about how much I regret it. I just, I was in a bad place.” 

You’re not sure what to say. Fuck, you’re not even sure what to feel. Part of you wants to scream at him, kick him in the crotch and berate him for how badly the past three years have hurt you. Part of you just wants to stand there and cry, to say nothing and let your tears flow and spill your emotions down your cheeks. Part of you wants to hug him, to believe him, to have him hold you so tightly against his chest that his apology seeps into your skin until you’ve forgiven him. 

But none of those parts are strong enough to win out alone. Instead, they’ve formed together to create a strange sort of storm that brews in your belly, swirling it so violently, it makes you want to vomit. 

“But you still said it, Frankie. You still said it. If my dad weren’t dying, would you even be here? Would you have ever apologized? Or are you just choosing to apologize now because it’s convenient and you feel like you have to?” 

It’s the first time you can bring yourself to look him in the face. You can see how his brain is churning with the same type of vicious waves that are in the pit of your stomach, drowning out the brown of his eyes. You both are lost in the midst of the storm, but you’ve got a lifeboat. He’s sinking below the thrashing tides, looking for you to let him board your ship. You won’t let him on unless he fights his way through the current to get to you. 

“I should have apologized a long time ago.” 

“Then why didn’t you?” 

“I don’t- I don’t know. I was scared you’d never forgive me.” 

You swear you feel the grip he still has on your forearm tighten just for a moment. Now that he has you, he’s too scared to let you go. 

“Just- Jesus- Just because you apologized doesn’t mean I have to forgive you now, Frankie.” 

“Will you ever?” 

“Ever, what?” 

“Forgive me?” 

Your brain wants to say no. God, with everything in you does it want to say no. But that same stupid pain in your chest that lives and dies by that stupid shred of hope you’ll always hold onto just won’t let you. 

“I don’t know. I- I don’t know, Frankie.” 

You can’t ignore the way he’s still holding your arm. The shred of hope doesn’t want him to let go, even when you scowl at the way his fingers wrap around your skin. You scowl because of how his touch burns your skin, the way it ignites a fire in your gut from how tenderly he touches you. It makes you scrunch your face in frustration and confusion, trying to block out all the times he’s touched you like this before, fingers grazing against your skin in a desperate plea for affection, not forgiveness. He’s holding onto your arm to see if you’ll let him in the lifeboat- if you’ll offer him a chance to save himself. 

“I get it. I’m sorry, Kenz. I hope you at least know I mean it.” 

“I do.” 

You’re not sure what makes you want to offer him a last chance at survival. You’ve been separated by different sides of the same storm for so long- You can’t attest to the way he’s had to fight through it to stay alive, but if it’s anything like the side of the squall you’ve been stuck on, there’s a strange relief in finding in finding someone who knows the hell you’ve faced to keep from drowning in the undertow. You can’t seem to bear letting him drown right in front of you without even trying to help. 

“I still hate you, ya know.” You sigh, a defiant cry to prove to him you’re not happy about the path you’ve chosen. 

“Yeah, that’s fair. I deserve that.” 

It’s the first time you’ve heard him laugh in so long. Even though it’s a muffled huff, trying to hide behind the raise of his eyebrows and nod of his head at the ground, you know it’s there, in that same corner of his smirk he gets when he knows there’s no point in arguing with you- there’s no denying it’s there. 

There’s no denying it makes you do the same. 

“You gonna let me finish the rest of my run in peace, Morales?” 

“Yeah, I guess. Only ‘cause I still hate this fucking hill.” 

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[anotherbabyhag]

Can you do the fluff and smut alphabets for Rio? I haven’t seen anyone else doing them 🥺

Rio Vidal Fluff and Smut Alphabets

Rio Vidal Fluff Headcanon Alphabet

A = Aroma (What do they smell like?)

I don’t think she necessarily has a particularly strong scent. Likely something faintly floral given her penchant for growing flowers.

B = Babe (What would they use as pet names? Do they use them a lot?)

My love, mi vida, mi amor, darling, and sweetheart would be her go to pet names. She does use them a lot, she thinks that makes it more intimate when decides to use your actual names.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yeah for sure, she’s always touching you somehow. Her arm around you, her head on your shoulder. Spooning - she doesn’t mind who is which spoon, she loves to pull you close but also loves to be held by you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? What would they think about living together?)

Yes absolutely. She wants desperately to make a little home for the two of you, and maybe a family later.

E = Emotion (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very affectionate. She’s very touchy, but also quite liberal with verbal affection too.

F = Flirt (How do they flirt? Are they smooth or awkward?)

She’s not awkward but she’s intense. She comes on strong.

G = Gifts (Are they a gift giver? What kind of gifts do they give?)

Big gifts not as often but she’s always bringing (growing) you flowers. And also bringing you little trinkets she comes across - a bit like a crow does lol.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Yes definitely, she hugs you a lot as she loves to touch you. She’ll often come up and hug you from behind, you’re usually the first to pull away, she’d happily hold you forever.

I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Not fast. After Agatha she’s much more cautious, she’ll likely wait until you say it even if she’s felt it for much longer. But she’s happy to say “I need you” “I adore you” “I’m yours” etc instead.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Yeah she gets pretty jealous. Not so much when someone flirts with you, she trusts you and she likes to know she has someone who is coveted. But if you flirt back, even jokingly, she can get jealous and possessive. It makes her act sullen and bratty sometimes and aggressive and dominant other times.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you?)

She likes to kiss your lips and your neck. Usually her kisses can be soft and slow or hungry and desperate depending on the day.

L = Little ones (How are they around children? Would they want some of their own?)

She’s surprisingly good, kids respond well to her authenticity. Plus she’s had plenty of experience helping the souls of young children cross over when they pass. She’d love children of her own yeah.

M = Meet (How did they meet you?)

By chance. Perhaps you were on a walk in the forest - spending time in nature is one of the few times outside of her job that Rio leaves the realm of the dead to come to the mortal realm.

N = Nurture (Are they good at taking care of you if you’re hurt/sick?)

Yes, she fusses over you and brings you anything you might need.

O = Out (What’s a typical date night with them like?)

Rio likes staying in, cooking together then relaxing maybe playing board game or watching tv.

P = Propose (When do you/they propose? How does the proposal go?)

Marriage is a mortal thing so Rio doesn’t particularly care about it. You propose but more like a joke, just by saying “we should get married”. It had been a flippant comment but as you talked about it more it suddenly became a real, genuine idea.

Q = Quirk (What small habit/feature/quirk do they have that you find especially endearing?)

The way she says the most random/out of pocket things in normal conversations. You just don’t know what’s coming next.

R = Routine (What does a typical day together look like? Routines, schedules, habits?)

Rio works a lot but she always makes time for you with morning cuddles, having breakfast together. And she tries really hard to always be home when you go to sleep.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

Veryyyyyy protective. She’ll use her magic to fuck up anyone who hurts you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, etc?)

She puts in a lot of effort, it’s her way of showing her love and devotion to you.

U = Unique (What’s something they’d only do for you?)

Opening up and sharing her emotions. After Agatha she swore she wouldn’t do that again, but for you she will.

V = Vulnerable (How long does it take them to feel comfortable being vulnerable around you?)

It takes a while, Agatha has hurt her so much that it takes her a long while to trust and open up to anyone again.

W = Wardrobe (What would they wear to impress you?)

She knows she’s attractive and she loves to wear revealing clothes to distract you and turn you on.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

When she’s got time she loves to bake and cook for you.

Y = You (What are some things they would like in a partner?)

Someone who will trust her and love her unconditionally. Someone who is quick and witty and can keep up with her chaotic habits and conversations.

Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

Rio can sleep but she doesn’t need to. She often likes to watch you (and cuddle you) while you sleep.

Rio Vidal Smut Headcanon Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex?)

Depends on the sex but generally she’s cuddly and clingy, sometimes needing reassurance from you.

B = Body part (Favourite body part of their partner’s?)

Your lips and your neck.

C = Collar (Do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

No, she wouldn’t mind if you did to her though.

D = Dominant (Who is in control? Are they a top or bottom?)

The only thing stronger than Rio’s desire to submit is Rio’s desire to please. If she’s in a long term relationship with you, be prepared for her to sub at least half the time. But satisfying her switchy partner’s need to be dominated is not only something she’s willing to do but something she actually enjoys, even if only because of how much you enjoy it. Because of who she is, Rio doesn’t do anything by halves and being dominant when you ask for it is no exception. She’s very skilled but needs a lot of reassurance afterwards - yes you liked it, yes she did a good job, no she didn’t go too far etc.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s not super experienced. Agatha was her first. She had a few lacklustre (for her not for them) flings while Agatha had the darkhold. This is not something she has repeated after the events of Agatha All Along. However, Agatha was an excellent teacher and anything Rio lacks in experience she makes up for in enthusiasm and desire to please.

F = Fuck (Do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

Both. If she’s feeling jealous she’ll definitely prefer to fuck. Otherwise, it’s down to what you’d prefer.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous?)

Rio is pretty serious. Sex is her way of expressing devotion and intimacy so she takes it seriously.

H = Hot (What turns them on, gets them going?)

Being teased, dirty talk, being dominated.

I = Insatiable (How do they act when they’re desperate to have you?)

She gets super handsy, sits on your lap, kisses your neck etc.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon?)

She doesn’t do it often, only when she’s really desperate. She likes to drag it out and get lost in her fantasies, she hopes you’ll walk in on her and help her out.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks?)

Being dominated, teasing and being teased, edging.

L = Location (Favourite places to have sex?)

At home in bed for a proper fuck. But she’ll happily go down on you or finger you just about anywhere.

M = Mood (What’s the foreplay like? How do you get them in the mood?)

You tease her, lots of kisses, light/teasing touches, dirty talk.

N = Naked (How do they undress? Do they like to watch you undress?)

She likes to watch you undress and will put on a show for you if you want. Other times it’s rushed and desperate, clothes being flung or ripped off.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill?)

She likes both equally and is very skilled at eating you out.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Both. Depends on the day and what kind of sex you’re having.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often?)

She’s not a fan of them herself. She’d rather you take your time with her. She’ll do them when really desperate though. She’s also happy to eat you out or finger you wherever and whenever you want with the promise that you’ll return the favour later.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

Yeah she’s up for experimenting. Like anyone she has her limits but outside of that she will try anything you’re interested in.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

She lasts a while, especially if you’re good at drawing it out. She’s pretty much keen to go as many rounds as you want but her preference is 2-3.

T = Tryst (Are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

Nope. She’s had a few and never found them fulfilling or satisfying. She’d rather have a long term partner.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease?)

Rio loves to tease, she gets an ego boost from having you desperate and begging.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make?)

She’s very loud/vocal. Lots of moaning, whining, cursing, and begging.

W = Wait (How long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

Not long, once she’s made up her mind that she wants you she doesn’t see any point in delaying it. It takes her much longer to open up emotionally than it does for her to sleep with you.

X = X-ray (What’s going on under those clothes?)

When she wears underwear they’re black or green lace, matching sets.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It's pretty high when she’s in a relationship, she’s so desperate for her lover. When she’s single it’s not so extreme - she doesn’t seek out casual sex, she does masturbate when she needs to but it’s not often.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

As she doesn't need to sleep she prefers to just cuddle with you until you fall asleep.

[vendetta-if]

How would Uncle Luka, Grandfather Pavel, Yvette, and we'll add our lovely father Viktor, and mother figure Aunt Cara, as a bonus react to the MC asking them to be their first dance at their wedding? I couldn't help but think about it when rereading the party.

Awww 🥺🥹 This is so wholesome…

Luka

Despite being a father figure to MC for a decade now, they’re still caught off guard by the request. Somehow, he still feels undeserving of such a great honour. Once MC has reassured him that they indeed want him to do it, then he’ll gratefully accept.

He’s touched by the request but also feeling wistful at the same time. He knows that he’s not good enough to replace Viktor — and he’s certainly not as good of a dancer as his big brother, but he’ll make sure to give it his all, to make it special and memorable.

Pavel

Honestly, he’s really surprised and taken aback. Him before Luka, who has been raising MC for ten years? He’ll probably make sure whether MC is sure and even suggest Luka to do the honour instead.

But after MC reassures him, then he’ll accept, albeit with a feeling of guilt. A small voice in his heart tells him he doesn’t deserve this, considering Viktor’s last wish was for MC to be taken care of by Luka instead of him and it was clear that Viktor didn’t consider him to be a good father figure for MC.

Yvette

Her?! Are you sure MC? Yvette is fully aware that she is probably the most undeserving person to have that honour in the whole city. Hell, even Sebastian (the butler) and Ivan and Boris deserve it more than her considering they’ve spent more time with MC growing up than she ever did.

She’ll probably try to talk MC out of it, but if MC still insists��� Then she’ll guiltily and hesitantly accept. But over time, she’ll come to fully appreciate the gesture and she feels hopeful… She’ll see this is an opening or maybe some kind of forgiveness from MC.

Maybe it’s not too late for her to have a better relationship with her child in the future and this time, she’ll make sure to be active in MC���s and her grandkids lives, swearing to never make the same mistake she did ever again.

Viktor

Immediately becomes emotional. His eyes are probably tearing up as he immediately accepts. MC grows up so fast… Has it really been more than twenty tears since he first held MC in his arms? It certainly doesn’t feel that way to him.

And yet, here’s his precious child asking him to do one of the greatest honours there is for a parent. As he dances with MC, he finally fully accepts that his child is now an adult and no longer a little kid.

He’s proud of them and the person they’ve grown to be and he can’t wait to be the best grandpa ever to MC’s kids.

Cara

Wait, are you serious MC? If so, then she’ll gladly accept. She’s definitely touched and honoured for the opportunity and the fact that MC considers her a mother figure in their life.

But she’s usually not a sappy person, unlike someone (*cough* Viktor *cough*), so she’ll cover it with her usual confident and easy-going grins. And yes, she does know a good deal of great moves and she’ll be more than happy to show them to MC to inspire them. Overall, she’ll just keep up her energetic and upbeat spirit.

[criminallyyoursvn]

Since you mentioned someone requested a NSFW alphabet, can I request a SWF alphabet 👀

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Nik is incredibly affectionate. How doesn't he show affection? He gives you gifts, touches you, compliments you, does things for you...there's no real shortage of any of it.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) Nik was MC's friend for a long time. He's not too different in a friendship then being in a relationship. When he cares he shows it, there are just certain boundaries present between friends. For Nik, as he's gotten older it's been easier to make friends then it was growing up. Mainly, people are receptive to him much more now than they were before.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) LOVES A CUDDLE. He probably never knows when to quit though 😭 like he could be cuddling for 12 hours and be like- 5 more minutes 🥺

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) yes man is looking to be a husband, a male wife, a married man. He would cook and clean, but he’s not that great of a cook and his place is already really clean since he keeps up on it really well.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) He wouldn’t :) y’all in this for the long run.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Isn’t scared of commitment at all, if anything he’s scared that you may be. He is looking to cross the threshold yes 🙂‍↕️

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) He is very gentle on the surface. But the extremes he goes to and the way he manipulates can be quite cruel. Though his heart is soft 💖

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Loves hugs, doesn’t do it often, he doesn’t want to initiate and put anyone off. His hugs are strong and warm. He might get too into one so he refrains from doing so unless you initiate them.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) In his head immediately. Out of his mouth, only when it’s clear you feel the same.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) What’s the highest possible? 🤣 ruin their life, hit them with their car, kill them?

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Desperate, passionate, practiced. He will kiss you wherever you allow him to. He loves to be kissed anywhere, but especially on his face, chest, and dic- little Nik ☺️

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) He’s good. He’s pretty good with general interactions.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Slow and passionate. He’s the type to ask you all sorts of questions and cuddle and kiss you until one of you is forced to get out of bed.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Nik has a night routine, but his favorite part is cuddling with you in bed watching stuff on your phone, reading a book, or watching a movie…or other things.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) He appears to be open, but Nik is worried if he revealed his true self that he’d be hated for it. So he makes himself as palatable as humanly possible. He doesn’t actually like being open and vulnerable. However he’d never judge you and wants you to reveal your deepest darkest desires and secrets immediately.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Nik is very patient with those he cares for, for those that bother those he cares for however, absolutely none.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) Nik literally remembers everything about you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) When he met you, your first date, and first kiss, and first sex, and so on and so forth.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Incredibly protective of you. Of your reputation, your safety, your feelings.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) An incredible amount of effort, but not enough that he comes on too strong. But once he knows he can go further he will.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Lying, gaslighting, kidnapping, stalking, keeping secrets, killing people… but he can be fixed- right?

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Very. His looks were once a source of his greatest misery, and now it gets him everything he wants.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Without a doubt. There really is no him without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Nik writes little self affirmations on sticky notes on the mirror sometimes 😭

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Someone who didn’t like music and someone who didn’t bathe. Other than that pretty open to all else.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) He has a pretty regular sleep schedule. Nothing really of note.

[goldfades]

i’m sorryyyy but crash out couple is def girl parents 💝 like the “mommy he did it again” has me in tears just thinking about a little girl with a personality IDENTICAL to her mom’s. but she also has the same soft spot for luka that her mom does. i could see her being a total girlie girl and doing makeup on luka but also being a star player. i love them 💝

NOOOO bc you are so right crash out couple is 1000% girl parents. like they were destined to raise a tiny, equally chaotic mini version of reader😭

imagine luka, who grew up in a house full of women, being a total girl dad—like he was made for this. and their daughter?? oh, she is her mother’s child through and through. same attitude, same fire, same tendency to get a little too aggressive in games. but she also has that soft spot for luka that reader does, and it’s so funny bc she’ll be out here mean-mugging kids on the court and then coming home to do a full glam look on her dad

like imagine:

she’s playing in a little rec league, and reader gets a call like, “sooo… your daughter just got a tech.” and reader’s like “oh my god, what did she do” but lowkey she already knows. and luka??? he’s just in the background grinning. like “she’s just like her mama🥹”

their daughter is obsessed with makeup and convinces luka to let her do full beats on him. like this man is sitting on the floor, all 6’7 of him, while his daughter smears glittery pink eyeshadow all over his face. and he sits there, all patient, letting her do whatever bc she’s talking about her day and he’s just listening🥹

reader is trying to be the strict parent but luka folds so fast. like their daughter has him wrapped around her little finger and reader is constantly side-eyeing him like “you cannot say yes to everything she asks” and he’s like “i’m sorry look at her🥺”

their daughter is a full-blown superstar in whatever sport she picks up (bc let’s be real, with these genes?? she’s built for greatness). and luka is in the stands coaching her mid-game while reader is just yelling at the refs😭 the other parents are so sick of them bc it’s a mini luka + reader on the court and the OG luka + reader in the stands

she’s also the biggest daddy’s girl but at the same time, she will argue with luka just to argue bc she’s got reader’s fire. like luka will say something like “you should use your left hand more” and suddenly it’s a debate😭 meanwhile, reader is in the background like “that’s crazy i told you the same thing and you didn’t argue with me”

she grows up thinking it’s normal to sit courtside and talk crazy to players and refs bc she watches her mom do it every summer and her dad do it every winter. she’s like eight years old talking about “ref, open your eyes” and luka is just nodding like “that’s my girl” while reader is like “babe she’s gonna get banned”

they’re such a menace little family but also so full of love and i just know luka is the most proud girl dad to ever exist. like yes his daughter is fighting kids on the court and talking back like her mama but she’s also got his heart and he wouldn’t change a single thing😭💝

[kilesplaysthings]

Not me getting emotional over here thinking about the parallels Eren and Caleb have with their love for Mikasa and MC🥺

Of course, they’re not entirely the same. Caleb would NEVER lie to MC and say he hates her, but he does do things that hurt her, thinking it’s for her benefit.

both Eren and Caleb are willing to become monsters and (what seems like) betray the ones they love to protect them, even if it means their ultimate death.

Both Eren and Caleb had to grow up too fast to ensure the safety of the ones they love.

They will throw away the rest of the world and watch it burn if it means their loved one will be safe and free. But of course, that freedom doesn’t include themselves.

Their idea of a perfect world is a place away from everyone else, just with the one they love, be it a cabin in the woods, or a beautiful garden with a maze.

And of course, they both are so closely bound with the one they love that they come off as “family”

Can’t you just picture a pleading Caleb asking MC what he is to her and she, like Mikasa, doesn’t know how to answer at first? And then she says those two dreaded words:

“You’re… family…”

And then, there’s the beautiful song “Akuma no ko”

THE LYRICS, GUYS

THE LYRICS 😭

This world is cruel, but I still love you.

Even if I sacrifice everything, I will protect you.

If that doesn’t scream Caleb/MC then I don’t know what does.

ok bye, gonna go sob under the covers 😭😭😭😭

[muldermuse]

can i get boy!dad butcher headcanons? i just had my son and can only find girl!dad ones 🥺

congratulations my love!!!! i hope your family are all well

your son is running butcher ragged, he crawls so quick like butcher will be on the phone to you, he’ll turn around to pour his coffee and turn back around and your son has crawled away, giggling the entire time. butcher goes silent on the phone, “butcher, have you lost him again?” IT HAPPENS ALL THE TIME, “he’s fuckin’ rapid darlin’, fuckers like a baby supe”

at the playground, he’s SCREAMING for butcher to push him as high as he can go on the swings. you have to tell butcher to calm it down because even though your son is hysterically laughing, you’re getting so nervous that he’s gonna throw up everywhere

on a quiet sunday afternoon, billy is lying on the sofa with your son sprawled on his chest with an old western playing in the background- they’re fast asleep. both snoring. looking IDENTICAL, with their mouths slightly open and their slow breathing in tandem. you take a picture and show it to butcher when he wakes up. “you’re like twins” butcher smirks, “poor cunt’s gonna grow up to be a old lookin’ fucker”

also just a random one: your son fucking loves trucks, whenever you’re out shopping and he sees something with a truck on he’s grabbing yours and butchers hand and pulling you over, pointing at the truck with a huge smile on his face like 🙂 butcher buys him a t shirt with loads of colour trucks on and he wears it all the time, sobs when it’s in the washer. fully sits in front of the machine until it chimes that it’s finished

[the-phantom-author]

because of the dilf!hasan mention the other day it’s all i thought abouttttttt.

like him doing things to take care of you or the babies while you’re pregnant like he’s bringing you your prenatal vitamin everyday because he knows you’ll forget it.

him putting the cribs together (insert that one debby ryan gif from radio rebel) he’s got his shirt off and in a pair of shorts, you’re sitting with him in the nursery but he’s not letting you do anything so you’re in one of the rockers. and with pregnancy hormones……. watching him has you like 🤤🥵🫦

him carrying both of the boys’ car seats…….. he’s already a big dude with big muscles but combine that with sweet tiny babies, you’re a puddle in the floor.

him folding their teeny tiny laundry (even though you guys lose all the socks and can never keep up with them because they’re so freaking tiny) while you nurse the boys, him standing at the end of the bed and just watching and talking to you.

getting him something funny for his first father’s day, like a hat or an apron that says worlds hottest dad or something.

and going back to the other day, you two putting the boys down for a nap and he grills out👁️👅👁️ still in swimsuit, you two in and out of the kitchen and stealing quick kisses and touches with the baby monitor nearby 🥹

Dilf!Hasan being dilf!Hasan, we love to talk about it

He's absolutely bringing you your prenatal everyday. It beings it to you at the same time he gives you your breakfast. Tbh, no matter how pregnant you are he spends the mornings kind of hovering around you help you twitch things. He's putting your shoes on, grabbing you your jacket, anything he can think really, he's doing.

Him putting the crib together by himself did start a little argument. You wanted to be involved, but he was like "I got it™" and told you to just sit pretty in the rocking chair. He makes some promises about what the two of can do after the cribs are put together that makes you be okay with just watching him, him being shirtless was just an extra bonus. He'll also mention that he can feel you staring at him.

The first few days at the hospital and house with the twins always had you melted, because look at him. Him carrying the boys out of the hospital in their car seat just makes you 🥺🥺. And just seeing him randomly through the day having one on one with each of the twins, he's just siting on the couch in the front room or in the nursery, shirtless with one of the twins sleeping on his chest.

He loves doing their laundry. He doesn't have an answer if you ask why, he just likes doing it. Hell always be surprised with the size of the clothes, like they were so small when they were first born, but they grow so large so fast.

I can see it being a thing that y'all just buy a new pack of baby sock everytime you go out shopping, just to replace the one that have lost.

He would totally want the "the words hottest dad" hat all the time tho. Like it quickly becomes a favorite of his. That's not to say you didn't do anything else for his first father's day, you made him all of his meals, he got a new jacket, you brought him flowers, and a couple more things.

After putting the twins down for a nap, y'all are just soaking up the extra attention from each other. It's not like you two haven't seen each other with this much skin showing since the twins were born, you have, it's just different to see each other with this amount of skin showing for this long without any kind of insecurity rearing it's head around. Hasan is so much more touchy this day, you literally can not be within arms reach of him and he not be touching you.

[mountttmase]

A Mountain To Climb

The Christmas Special

Part One

Note - Merry early Christmas. This is a little different to what I’ve done before but it all leads up to part two that I’ll post in a week. Hope you all enjoy 🤍

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - n/a

Warnings - fluff

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masonmount Happy 3rd anniversary baby. So lucky to still get to do dinner and a movie with you 🩷

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y/n happy anniversary 🥺 the loml I swear

masonmount many more to come 😘

declanrice they grow up so fast. Proud of you son

masonmount thanks dad

Freyaaaaxo I still remember being on the phone to missy just before you picked her up for your first date. Time flies 🥺

masonmount wouldn’t be here without you Frey 🩷

y/n my wing woman ❤️‍🔥

benchilwell you used to carry me around like that

masonmount I still got you bro 😘

y/n

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y/n Life lately

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masonmount ☹️❤️‍🩹

y/n need a cuddle

masonmount on my way 🦸🏻‍♂️

woody_ smile might be good

y/n nothing to smile about in my life

declanrice stop drinking leaf water you’ll feel better

y/n it’s peppermint tea you uncultured swine

Freyaaaaxo Parker watching the game with you at home is so precious to me 😩

y/n he’s a good boy 🥺 I’m glad you enjoyed the game and my ticket didn’t go to waste 🩷

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masonmount Good things are happening people. Thank you for sticking by us and stay tuned 👹

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y/n 🤭😉

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rasmus.hoejlund good game today bro 🤜🏻🤛🏻

masonmount ⭐️👦🏼

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masonmount miss you out there man ♥️

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masonmount parter in crime 🤝🏼

lukeshaw23 god you look good in red

masonmount 🤭

y/n

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y/n Parker is so excited to let you know he’s about to become a big brother 💛

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masonmount mumma 🩷

y/n daddy 😏

Freyaaaaxo Parker will be the bestiest big brother I just know it 🥺 congrats guys, how did we end up here 🥹

Y/n anntie Frey 🩷 and no idea, but I’m so thankful to have had you right next to me for the journey 🥰

sophiaaemelia STOP IT RIGHT NOW?!?!? Girl you’re GLOWING 😍 Congratulations you two, you’re gonna be the most perfect parents ever 🤍 miss you xx

y/n Soph 🥹 we miss you too. When bubba is here you must come for a cuddle ☺️

sophiaaemelia it’s a date. I can’t think of anything I’d want to do more 😘

kaihavetz29 I’m coming too ��

masonmount of course you are 🙄

laurenfryer_ a bestie for Jude 🥺 congratulations guys this is so exciting 🩷 if you need any tips let me know

y/n calling you right nowwwwww

jazbenham we’re all honestly so excited to meet the new addition 🥺 but I think summer is the most excited out of all of us 😂

y/n bless her 🥹 it’s a big deal being a big cousin but we can’t wait for you all to meet them 🩷

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masonmount don’t be fooled, she just had a really big lunch

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y/n thanks Mase 🙄

masonmount ily 😘

declanrice let that bun cook 😤

masonmount oh it’s cooking 🧑🏻‍🍳 did you know they’re currently the size of a pineapple

y/n feels more like a bowling ball

benchilwell I’m gonna be an uncle 🥹

woody_ I’m gonna be the favourite uncle 🥹

lew.mount get in line you two

kaihavetz29 well how has this happened then. Congrats you guys ♥️

masonmount thanks bro! I’ll tell you later 😉

reecejames my boys turning into a man 🥹 forever proud of you

masonmount proud of you bro!

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y/n A whole week of you, George 🤍 Merry Christmas everyone and thank you Santa for the most precious gift of all. We’re both so full of love for you 🥰

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masonmount that’s my boy 🩷🥺

y/n we love you sm 😘

Freyaaaaxo LOOK AT THAT CHUNKY BOY 😍 the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen 🙊 can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am and how PROUD I am of you and Mase. Georgie is so lucky to have you guys 🩷

y/n I’m too hormonal for this Freya but we all love you so much you have no idea 😭🩷

benchilwell congratulations guys 🤍 mason looks like a natural already

y/n another thing he can do perfectly 🙄

sophiaameila what a beautiful baby 🤍 so happy for you all and I can’t wait for cuddles 😭

y/n George and Parker can’t wait!

anouskasantos a new bestie for Reign 😌 he’s beautiful babe congratulations

y/n I sense some play dates incoming 😉

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masonmount To the love of my life, and the little boy that made me a dad. I’m so in awe of both of you and all the new things we’re learning together 🤍

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Y/n the kindness and patience you’ve shown us over this week is more than I could ever ask for. You’re the best dad in the word and we’re so lucky to have you 🩷

masonmount my absolute world 🌏💘

declanrice congrats brother!

masonmount uncle dec 🤍

woody_ Parker 😩 (also George 🥺)

masonmount he’s taking his protector role very seriously

manchesterunited a new red ♥️ got the shirt being printed as we speak. Congratulations Mase and y/n!

masonmount thanks all!

lew.mount the baby’s had a baby 🥺♥️ he’s perfect congratulations the pair of you I can’t wait to see him

masonmount soon bro 🤍

benchilwell mini Mase 😭 congratulations I’m so proud and happy for the pair of you

masonmount brother ♥️

[nathandrakeisabottom]

Hiiii! I was re-reading your works the other day (all so great!) and decided I am gonna throw this in your ask box cos it's been floating round my mind, so just in case it sparks anything in yours, but no worries if not... Thoughts on Nate and/or Sam teaching their SO to climb? x

⋆ Nathan Drake with an S/O with a Fear of Heights Headcanons ⋆

Say that five times fast! Thank you, friend, for such a lovely request and representation of us Space Needle Scaredy Cats! Sorry for the long wait. Nathan explicitly has a scene in my probably-possibly-potentionally-one-day-released megafic where he helps a new team member scale a building, so apologies if you read this… and one day it feels familiar. 😉💙🧡

P.S. We got a very similar ask in the pink furry (in)box, so don’t think Sam will be left out just yet. 🙂

As we all know and love about him, nothing shakes the great, intelligent, impeccable, reasonably-endowed Nathan Drake.

He has a magical, well-learned way of keeping his cool and pushing forward in even the most dire, most dangerous circumstances. At least when it comes to himself. 

Most times, it doesn’t even cross his mind that a certain jump or climb or crawl would be difficult for his companion (It’s a miracle Sully’s eyeballs haven’t gotten stuck in the back of his head from their sheer amount of rolling). 

But he promises he’s trying his hardest to be better about it. 

He likes to have some sort of physical touch with his partner whenever the tension starts to pick up: preparing for a getaway, sneaking around a security-packed manor, a civilian-packed market, sporting scarves and shawls to blend into the crowd. He prefers a hand held, but he often makes do with a hovering touch to the shoulder or waist. Any more will make him seem too worried, and he knows he has to be the rock the second shit maneuvers off-plan.

He couldn’t live with himself otherwise.

And on one particularly windy mission morning, a Bolivian cliffside gap leaves you both between a rock and a hard place, Nathan’s hand immediately going to your waist.

“Who do you want to go first?” – You can mostly hear his concerned baritone over the wind.

After a lifetime of spontaneous jumps, he finally asks love first.

But, unfortunately, the answer comes easy— and you prod frightenedly at his shoulder for the go-ahead. Maybe it’s just stage fright when he jumps and lands with such casual presion that you barely have the courage to even reach for the rope once it backswings up to you.

“C’mon, shortie!” He calls with a smile, no matter how tall you are. 

“Nathan…” You inch, switching one hand for the cliffside when a slight breeze rocks your stance. 

Because what fucking idiot doesn’t tell their partner that they’re afraid of heights before scaling the goddamn Andes?

After a few moments too long, and with no movement to show for it, the wind only grows stronger and your legs: trembling harder, Nathan’s face finally screws up in understanding. He musters up a toothy, encouraging smile.

“Don’t worry about it, hun. Just… just start talking.”

What?

“What?”

 “Anything you can think of. Talk about how stupid I am, if you have to.” 

(Depending on your preferred dynamic with him:) “But then I won’t be talking at all. 🥺“ or “BUT THEN I’LL BE TALKING FOREVER!”

But as soon as another particularly strong breeze whistles by, your boot wobbling on the edge and sending a few pebbles skittering off the side, Nate’s eyebrows furrow and his eyes go soft. There’s no time for jokes anymore.

“C’mon, hun. Anything.” 

You think for a moment. 

And you really, really try.

“Did…” You wet your lip, and you can just barely see Nate’s chest rise with a soft, bated, hopeful breath. “Did you ever think Sallah in the Indiana Jones movies was hot?”

Nathan looks at you like you just spoke fucking Mandarin. Except he probably understands Mandarin ten times better than whatever the fuck you just said.

“What?” He asks incredulously, lips wide in a crooked, accidental smile.

“Sallah? He’s like the best friend guy? He wears a little red ha—” 

“Yes-I-know-who-Sallah-is-thank-you.”

“W-whatever! He’s nice, okay?! Closing statement.” 

But whatever embarrassment your flushed face portrays is canceled out by Nathan bursting out into melodious laughter.

And by some chance or miracle, your feet find themselves inching forward. Maybe just in the hopes of hearing that beautiful laugh just a little bit clearer.

“Oh, what?! Like you haven’t thought about it? You don’t think Indy has? Just the two of them together, digging holes on those cold, lonely desert nights…” You ooze dreamily, just to spur his giggles further.

“That’s my girl! Keep talking about diggin’ holes, hun!” Nathan rallies with clapping hands like he’s at a goddamn football game.

And now you’re joining right in on his laughter.

Your feet: forward. Forward. Forward. Nice and easy,

“Oh… wouldn’t you love me to keep talking about holes.”

“Oh, wouldn’t you love me to love you keep talking about holes!” He jeers right back, and your eyes are too crinkled with smiles to notice how his eyeline dips up and down between your own and the ledge below.

Somewhere above, a creature skitters. A mouse amongst the bush. 

A quick shuffling sound. A few pebbles fall.

Fall.

Fall.

Landslide.

And you gasp in fear when the movement has the rock ledge crumbling where your trembling foot was only a moment before. The only registerable sense is the sound of your own heart beating in your ear, your body reminding, begging you of its own mortality. Blood against its cage. You will fall. It’s already happening.

Holy shit… you’re going to die.

“It’s the beard, isn’t it?” But Nathan’s sweet voice snaps through the fog. 

“Huh?” You barely manage to warble out.

“It’s the beard! Sallah’s big, gigantic beard is why you think he’s so hot!” He gasps in facetious discovery, and a little bit of a careful smile shies out of the corner of your mouth. “Which means you secretly do want me to grow one! I knew it!”

You’re not sure if it’s joy or genuine terror that makes you reply as boisterously as you do. 

“You BETTER not!” But it doesn’t matter, because both make you break out into a laugh so hard it hurts, anyway. “I said he’s nice and that I like his stupid ha—!”

“No, no, you’re right! I didn’t think of it like that before. You’re just brilliant, honey.” 

How handsome he is only makes him that much more punchable. 

And in fact—

You just might—

“BEARDED MEN TELL NO TALES, NATHAN DRAKE!” You wail, and without even thinking, your body is pouncing, soaring through the air— the ledge behind crumbling into the sea and survival finding abrupt home in his arms.

The burning sweat at your forehead, your shaking arms, your noodling legs: you only feel them when you finally have no reason to.

Nathan’s smile: puffing air at your temple in a breathy, relieved chuckle. His hands: wrapped around every part of your body he can possibly manage, desperate to hold it, to protect it with his own.

And just when you think you’re about to suffocate against his pillowy barrel of a chest—

“I mean, his accent helps…” You mumble dumbly, flushed face squished against his (wonderfully) stank-smeared henley.

“Oh! Gotcha! So do you want me to—”

“Nathan, you talking in that accent is the last thing I want you to do.”

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[gulliblelemon]

I wish you would write a fic where...

Simon and Wille grow up together and are inseparable. I just feel like you'd write them so lovingly and adorably as little friends who grow up together 🥺 and the terrible person in me wants ANGST

And of course I now discover you have a fic that's sort of like this that I must go read! (why'd you invite me in the middle of the night)

I was going to wait to answer this ask until id written something. But I still haven’t, so I’m posting for accountability.

So, we’ve already talked about how difficult friends to lovers is with these two. Because how do they not realise they’re head over heels in love with each other? And I’ve also shared my worry that for some reason, I feel like I can’t bring anything new to childhood friends. I’m so comfortable writing the ten thousandth alternate meeting fic. But for some reason childhood friends feels out of my reach, and done a million times better by other people.

Having said that, (as we discussed), maybe they meet when they’re kids, and the royal family have a summer home somewhere that Simon’s family also visit (maybe they live nearby? Or maybe they have family nearby?). And one time Wille wanders off (or more likely storms off) and stumbles across Simon.

Wille’s like ”how are you here?” and Simon’s like ”I can be wherever I want” and they argue and then become fast friends.

They see each other only every summer for a few weeks every year. Maybe they keep in touch during the year. Maybe they don’t. But I would absolutely use it as an excuse to tell their story in snapshots every year, which I LOVE doing. How do they change? How do they stay close? Do they grow apart? If so, when and why? And (most importantly), when do they realise they’re completely in love with each other??

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[darknessisafriend]

NSFW alphabet with all the letters for Abbe, pretty please 🥺? That priest has a firm grip on my soul 😭😭

And here you go! than you for your request <3 this NSFW is extra special it was written in collab with my best friend @galos-writing , it's a nice exercise to get back to writing and it will also give them more visibilty^^ so please, I hope you will enjoy, looking forward to your review !

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

The Abbé would be cheesier than usual: he smiles, cups your face, his eyes wet from pleasure and the feelings he holds for you. He would worship your body by covering it in blissful kisses, his fingers tracing your sensitive curves. Then, he would stand up, goosebumps forming on his skin as he leaves your warmth; but he would come back as fast as he left, a damp towel in hand to clean you. You can’t help but notice his gaze on your body shifting to desire again. He could not help it, he had deprived himself of pleasure for so many years. However, he was usually rather good at keeping himself under control, most of the time going to get you a snack in the kitchen. And other times where…well…let’s say he would need to do a second round of cleaning.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

François’ favorite body parts are actually his fingers, a tool he uses constantly as a priest, hands that should be pure, to pray, to bless. But they were not so much anymore, to him it remained sacred, with his fingers that provided blessings, he would trace your body, memorize it, feel your warmth, your wetness, give you pleasure by inserting his holy fingers inside you, giving you a blissful release worthy of Heaven. 

As for the favorite body part of his partner, the Abbe would love the chest/breast, a soft spot to snuggle against while cuddling. And one most interesting spot when making love, he would rather enjoy our heartbeat pulsing against his lips, your nipples erecting in arousal as he nibbles them. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

The Abbé’s religious beliefs are mirrored by his sexual habits too. Catholicism doesn't allow men to waste their seed. He's a fearful man of God, loyal to His teachings, respects as much as he can this command, that's why he feels extremely guilty every time you two make love with no intention to procreate, a bit less when he masturbates. He would exhale a brief prayer every time he ejaculates by himself. 

When he's with you, François tries to finish in your mouth every time, to “avoid wasting it”, he says. But that's not the only reason: he finds it extremely hot, the sight only of that turns him on all over again in a heartbeat.

When he can't finish in your mouth, he pulls out so he can cum on your body. As a priest, his person is sacred, he thinks, including his seed. He likes to think that by cumming on your skin, he would bless you with the (un)holiest thing he has. And damn him, what a sight you are…

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He is pansexual. He has been his whole life, and when he was in Monastery to educate himself for sacerdotal life, he used to masturbate in the confessional. Prohibition allowed his mind to grow extremely curious of the pleasures of flesh. He would often fantasize about fellow seminarists of his.  

Now that he's out of Monastery, he has kept his habit of masturbating in the confessional, yet it's way more rare than in his youth. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

The Abbé has little to no experience about intimacy. Before you, he had only experienced self-pleasure, and the rest of his knowledge in the field is from what he reads. 

Behind his wise sermons about virtue and purity and his allegedly strong beliefs of moral integrity, François hides a wildly curious mind and an unstoppable inclination to sin. He wouldn’t just put away his writings from the Marquis, he would read them thoroughly, many times to the point he would surprise his partners by his skills. 

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

With a female/feminine featured partner: the Abbé shows a more dominant and fervent behavior towards you, but also loves to worship your sensual body. If there's something he loves more than having sex with you is watching you from above. In the fullest of his passion, he would beg you to sit on his face and let him worship you. 

With a male/masculine featured partner: he would get more provocative, dirty minded. If he tops he would be commanding, loving to see you on your knees, his cock in your mouth, his calm and innocent voice guiding your pace. If he bottoms, he would play innocent while crawling on all fours with his ass up, feline, licking his lips. He would then realize the morning after the indecent way he behaved with you, wondering if he had gone crazy and feeling guilty for what he had done, but at the same time thrilled to do it again.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

The Abbé is very serious when it’s about intimacy with you. He had been especially very flustered the first time and he would get a little clumsy, he would rather apologize than laugh about it. He is unsure at first, which you find very fun to use as a way to tease him about later, only to regret ever teasing him for that.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yes, François does take great care of his person, it is important to present himself nicely if he wants funds from benefactors and support from politicians. On the more intimate side, he takes just as much care of himself, he grooms his body hair a bit but does leave it natural. After all he didn’t intend to ever get intimate in the first place, but he does now, he thinks that since God gave us body hair, there is no shame or dirtiness in keeping it. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? Romantic or rough/dirty.)

He is quite rough in his manners and impatient, but his eyes show deep tenderness within the burning flames of desire. He does have that bipolarity in him, the way he struggles to control his movements, his pulsion by pulling on your hair, giving a rough push inside you, his fingers bruising your skin, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your neck…he makes you go crazy every time, especially as he speaks, he sounds like a succubus, his voice so gentle and soft even while saying the unholiest words. 

J = Jack off (Do they masturbate and how often)

When the Abbé was in his first years of seminary, he rejected the idea of masturbating when a fellow told him about it before being punished after being discovered. But once he tried it once, he couldn’t stop. As an adult, he does it more often than he wants to admit, often in periods that are particularly stressful. However, his personal sexual sphere got more interesting once his mind discovered later the pleasure of retaining himself a bit, resisting his impulses when provoked. 

One day, he had an anxiety attack, thinking he was losing the path of the Light and flogged himself to beg God for forgiveness. And, oh, what a pleasure it was, to feel his flesh tormented by the whip, drinking in the feeling of his skin wounded and bleeding. He ended up cumming in his trousers after the twentieth flog, not knowing how to feel about it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

The Abbé would discover he got quite a few kinks, and not always the most common ones. First, he does have a short stamina from forbidding himself the pleasures of the flesh for so long. He would discover edge play, how to delay his climax, and often request to be played with as a reminder of the slow agony of forbidden pleasures. He would also casually discover praise kink, he who craved the approval of his peers for so many years.

If he had been a bad boy, he wouldn’t mind being punished for his naughty attitude, loving as you slap his face or yank his hair. But that wouldn't be enough for him, he had learned in Monastery about relief through pain, so being scratched during the act is completely on the table, and especially flogging makes him so ecstatic. 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

François’s desire and crave for warmth isn’t easy to stop sometimes, so you two would end up doing it in unusual places.

His favorite place to be intimate is and will always be a bedroom, his especially: he loves to cuddle you to sleep every time you two are intimate, and help you to dress back up (or even not, just falling asleep naked). Yet, if you two can’t be intimate in a bed, he also likes to have sex in the confessionary or on the altar but he will never admit it to you. Despite the fact that he makes it obvious, he doesn’t want you to find out his depraved nature, so he always denies loving to take you in that tight and intimate place of prayer.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

In general he would be attracted to kind heartedness, a gentle smile and soul, someone who would be turned towards helping others, that alone would make him melt. The Abbe would be very sensitive to the slightest intimacy, your fingertips brushing against his forearm would send goosebumps all over his body. Now if your fingers caressed his thighs, his whole body would tremble and his brows furrowed in a need he didn’t know he had. He would have a soft spot for his neck to be touched, kissed, your fingers massaging the back of his head. One thing that would make him obsessed with you is when you would play hard to get, requiring all his attention until he was deemed worthy of your charms; despite knowing that trick he would still love that love chase, encouraging him to improve as a lover everyday.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

It’s not that the Abbe wouldn’t understand these practices but it was simply something he wouldn’t feel comfortable with: first of all humiliation is something he hated, he fought in his daily life for his patients and employees to be treated equal to him and when he faced people trying to shame them or himself, it pained him, so naturally it wouldn’t turn him on; t he would praise you during rather than humiliate you. Then, he wouldn’t be into mommy/daddy play, he had quite a nice childhood with his parents present enough for him until he chose ecclesiastical life. Then, he was never a parent and even if he acted as such with some patients, he would only be comfortable taking care of you tenderly if you regressed, but have a sexual play where you called him daddy? to him it would sound like something the Marquis would say to mock his ‘father’ position. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

The Abbe would be more a giver than receiver; it was who he was, something who loved giving to people, including during sex. He simply felt so blessed to be able to be intimate that he would show it to you everyday. He would actually be great at oral sex, he would take mouthfuls of you, generous, hungry, dedicated to your entire pleasure, drinking your wetness and burying his tongue inside you.

 Then, he wouldn’t be opposed to receiving oral, it would fluster him to no end, to the point he would be barely able to say a word during the act.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

The Abbe is an eager man, and touch deprived so at first he would be quite fast at undressing, his kisses rough, famished. Even his hands wouldn’t be the most tender, gripping your hips and almost bruising them, his thrusts making his hips slap against your butt. However despite putting passion and lots of strength in his act, with time he would learn to make it last, enjoy being one with you for more than just a few minutes, feel the pleasure of delaying climax. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

The Abbe would avoid them, he would be too worried to be caught and give a bad image. Such intimacy should remain in the bedroom as he said. But sometimes he wouldn’t be able to resist, especially as you would sit on the edge of his desk while chatting, your curves under his nose ‘Y/N if you please, lock the door, I wouldn’t want anyone disturbing our meeting’ he would ask innocently, putting down his quill and loosening the collar of his cassock, usually indulging into some mutual masturbation. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Like to try new things etc.)

The Abbe wouldn’t be too much into experimenting, at least at first. It’s not that he wouldn’t be interested in something else than missionary, he was extremely curious about trying new things, thanks to the Marquis’ teasing. But he would feel too much shame to ask or attempt anything. Maybe later he would be more open to experiment but his lover usually would have to take the first step. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Well…as you know, the Abbe restrained himself sexually for many years, even masturbation was something he tried to resist. So naturally when it came to sex, he wouldn’t last long. The first time he made love, the poor boy came almost as he entered inside you. Now, you would need to implement together a way to slow things down, it would be clumsy and funny at first but then you would manage to find the right pace for you. What mattered the most for the Abbe was your pleasure, the own he gave you more than happily.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have toys, even if he did confiscate a few to the Marquis, he would often glance at them, wondering how it felt to use them, but in the end he would renounce, the Marquis he thought, corrupts his mind while he would be perfectly satisfied with what he already has with you. And anyway he was too proud to ask the Marquis how to use those toys, the man would laugh victorious for days.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

The Abbe is a fair player so at first he wouldn’t understand the point of teasing, he would think of it as a mean act towards a dedicated lover. That until he would find out the effect it has on you, how you are longing for him, your pupils dilated, your hands clutching as he would satisfy you with the lightest touch. In the end, he would find that fascinating and tease you more often, studying every detail, every twitch of your body.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

François is quiet, he doesn’t want to get caught by anyone, he’s too scared that his depraved and perverted nature would come out. He could be so easily discovered buried between your legs. His lover’s moans resonating in the room are enough already. The Abbé noises are only for you to hear, he has those kinds of very soft, high pitched whimpers like the man he is. When he masturbates he bites his fist to muffle his moans, even more so as he cums. 

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

He has many vivid wet dreams, always had since he was a teenager. At first he didn't know how to handle them, and he was very ashamed of it, crying and thinking of himself as a hopeless sinner but he would lowkey hope for the next night to have another wet dream, when he slept, this was when he was truly free.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

The Abbé is quite random, like thin, but with a little belly pouch, he doesn’t work out and he is a gourmand, he always likes to eat a sweet snack in the afternoon. He wouldn’t have any tattoos or piercings as he found no interest in such exotic practices. As for his masculinity, well, let’s say he is blessed by God for your greatest joy and pain if he goes too eager. What a shame to be a priest and not use that gift. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Once the Abbé discovers the pleasures of the flesh, he wouldn’t be able to go back, years of deprivation lead to this constant thirst for more. Everyday and if possible several times a day he would need your attention, need to pleasure you, to memorize every detail, each noises coming out of your mouth. He wants to understand the pleasure he feels, and wonders if he would get tired of it, instead each time he grows more addicted to it. 

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

The Abbé would be so excited after sex he would struggle to fall asleep like a kid who ate too much sugar. His fingertips would trace your over sensitive body, while speaking sweet nothings together. And then he would be a lot into aftercare, he would be the one to watch you fall asleep, only then he would allow himself to sleep, cuddling you and kissing you protectively.

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[girl4music]

Started watching Season 4 of ‘She-Ra and the Princesses of Power’. I’ve only got 2 seasons left.

First of all, major spoilers so don’t read this post if you haven’t seen up to the point of Season 4 of the show.

Congratulations Queen Glimmer of Brightmoon. She’ll make a wonderful Queen and leader of Etheria. It’s more than likely been a few years since the last season finished considering the changes to Glimmer. Poor girl has had to grow up too fast now she’s parentless. I can’t imagine the immense pain and responsibility she feels.

But she’s not the only one who’s had a coronation - so to speak. It looks like Catra has the upper hand with the Horde now that she’s blackmailing Hordak and enlisted him on her side to fight the Rebellion - under her boot of course. Shadow Weaver is still with the Princesses so I guess that means Catra’s now the official leader of the Horde. She looks mighty comfy sat on Hodak’s throne.

So two major evolutions have occurred in just the first episode which makes this new season already exciting.

Not much new with Adora and Bow. Just there for their best friend. They’re really going to have to rally around Queen Glimmer now because every decision she makes going forward will be crucial to the future of their world.

Has Entrapa left the show then? 🥺 Apparently she’s on beast island. But knowing her, she would have found a way to survive or maybe even a way out of it. I’m not counting her out yet. She’s too smart and innovative. She also takes a lot of risks for the sake of progress so there’s no way girl’s down for the count just yet 🥹