Vocare Ad Regnum

❝ – Go Fuck Yourself. ❞ Indie Fandomless OC Selective Multi-Ship & Verse Viewer's Discretion Is Advised Written By: Sméagol #Aspcrnamentum

[aspcrnamentum]

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Commission for  conquistadoradelmar

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The AO3 Tag of the Day is: What’s the fuck word?

[conquistadoradelmar]

aspcrnamentum​:

❝ You’re gonna be my wife. You know how much they love you, and I know how much you love them.. ❞ Gabriel and Haleth were already in a position that would make her the only mother they’d ever really know. Avery? Avery would probably remember Sinéad, vaguely.. Hunter would be the only one who’d remember her well. And even so, he’d called Vianca ’ mom ’ a few times already. ❝ It wouldn’t make much sense to me, otherwise. Y'know? – I mean, it’s just a legality thing. We’re already a family, I just.. wanted to ask you if that’s.. something you’d want. Having it official. Legitimate. ❞

❝ I DO love ‘dem, more ‘dan I can say… ❞ she swallowed hard, her mind filled with the joyful memories of hugs, and laugher, and smiling little faces. ❝  But… Ronan…. I don’ wan’ to feel like I’yam taking Sinéad’s place. I coul’ never take ‘er place. She deserves a place in ‘dis family, she ‘ES a part of ‘dis family. I want… I want more ‘dan anyt’ing to adopt ‘dem… bu’ I wan’ to make sure ‘dey know abou’ Sinéad too. I wan’ to teach ‘dem abou’ ‘er. I wan’ you to tell ‘dem stories abou’ ‘er. ❞ She paused, her eyes meeting his. ❝ I wan’ to do wha’ she woul’ ‘ave wanted. Woul’ she ‘ave wanted ‘dat, Ronan? Woul’ she ‘ave wanted me to adopt ‘dem? ❞

[aspcrnamentum]

❝ You wouldn't be replacing her, ❞ He'd thought long and hard about ALL of that before he'd even begun to consider the notion of asking her. He'd agonized over it, having been worried about it coming across that way.. and he'd spent a great deal of his alone time at Sinéad's grave talking it over with her. ❝ In no way would you be replacing her. That's.. part of why I keep her pictures up everywhere. Her pictures with them. Videos and things.. I'm not going to let them forget her. -- But, you're going to be part of this family. And they need to understand that.. Sinéad's gone, yes. But they also need to understand that you're here. You're here to stay, and that you love them just as much as she did. ❞

❝ -- She would love you, ❞ He whispered, then brought a hand out of the water, lifting it to push his wet fingers through his hair. ❝ and that's exactly what she would want. Because you do love them so much. Because they mean so much to you.. that's what she would want. ❞

[conquistadoradelmar]

aspcrnamentum​:

The corners of his lips twitched as he took to running the calloused pad of his thumb back and forth along the side of her hand. He understood the sentiment well.. he shared it with her; he didn’t give a flying fuck about suits, or having a bunch of people that he didn’t care about ( and vice-versa ) around as spectators. He didn’t really want anyone there b u t her ( obviously ) and the kids - it didn’t even matter that they really wouldn’t understand what was happening. At least they’d be there, that’s all that mattered. And, speaking of the kids… ❝ – Y'know what else we need to look into while we’re there?? ❞ He hummed, a fiery brow arching playfully. ❝ It’s every bit as important as getting married, for sure.. ❞

❝ Wha’? ❞ She asked. Her eyes narrowed skeptically though they glittered with curiosity. She had a pretty good idea of what he might be about to say but, if it was what she thought, then she could hardly believe it. The kids, they were his kids, yes, but they weren’t hers, no matter how much she loved them. They were Sinéad’s kids and she didn’t want to impose. The day she’d visited Sinéad’s grave she’d promised, she’d PROMISED, to take care of Ronan for her, to take care of her children, to be the best possible mother that she could be to them. It was her way of honoring Sinéad, of thanking her, thanking her for the indelible mark she’d left on Ronan, for the way her love had touched him and their children, her way of telling her how grateful she was to share in that love that Sinéad had left behind. ❝ Ronan… are you… are you asking me to adopt… ❞ she murmured, her breath caught in her throat.

[aspcrnamentum]

❝ You're gonna be my wife. You know how much they love you, and I know how much you love them.. ❞ Gabriel and Haleth were already in a position that would make her the only mother they'd ever really know. Avery? Avery would probably remember Sinéad, vaguely.. Hunter would be the only one who'd remember her well. And even so, he'd called Vianca ' mom ' a few times already. ❝ It wouldn't make much sense to me, otherwise. Y'know? -- I mean, it's just a legality thing. We're already a family, I just.. wanted to ask you if that's.. something you'd want. Having it official. Legitimate. ❞

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[pcsitivibee]

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[conquistadoradelmar]

[conquistadoradelmar]

aspcrnamentum​:

❝ Hnmnmn? ❞ He hummed softly, his head canting faintly to the side as the ghost of a smirk tugged lazily at the corners of his lips and a soft chuckle thrummed low in his throat. – He found himself torn between the pride of having rendered her nearly senseless, and the marrow-deep contentment derived from knowing HE had brought her such overwhelming pleasure. From knowing that HE and HE alone, would be the only man that could do so from now on.. there was no way of knowing which of those two wildly conflicting emotions would be the victor in their sparring match, but he wasn’t at all concerned about that.

His lips, still slightly sticky with her arousal, parted ever so slightly and he’d had every intention of saying something.. likely to the affect of ’ I wasn’t finished. ’ but he quickly decided against it; admittedly, there was nothing he’d love more in that moment than to be inside of her. And he knew precisely how he wanted to have her: deep. Slow. Tender.. passionate. Tonight he wasn’t really in the mood for anything rough or kinky; he just wanted HER.

❝ – I need to be inside you, ❞ He whispered against her lips, then lowered his head just a touch to rest his forehead against hers his eyelids fluttered to a close. ❝ I’ve thought about it all day.. ❞ His confession came a few moments later, the precursor to a fleeting, yet undeniably tender kiss that he stole for himself. ❝ but you’re so beautiful, and you taste so incredible.. I’d be perfectly happy with eating you out all night. ❞ As he spoke, he sought out one of her hands and guided it down to his waist, gently easing her fingertips under the waistband of his boxers so she could help him take them off.

She huffed a soft laugh, the light of unspeakable fondness in her eyes as she reached for him, her hands finding his face, cradling it. Slowly, gently, she pressed her thumb over the ridge of his cheek, smoothed it across the creases at the corner of his eye. She brushed her knuckles down his cheek, her index finger moving to slowly trace his lips as she gazed up into his eyes. ❝ All ‘day? ❞ She murmured, a flicker of playfulness crossing her eyes, her lips parting in a smile, her finger still tracing his mouth. ❝ An’ while you were t’inking ‘dat… I was dreaming of making love to you. ❞

She shifted slightly, allowing him to guide her hand and pushing his boxers down, her legs finding his hips, her thighs settling there as her feet closed around his waist, pulling him up, pulling him into her. Her eyes remained fixed upon his, her thumb brushing over his lips even as her own parted in a quiet gasp. THAT moment ー the brief instant of resistance where he pressed against her ー there was something almost holy in it, in the moment in which she turned herself fully over to him, where she finally let go. ❝ Ronan… ❞ she whispered his name as he filled her, her head tilting back into the pillows before she canted her face forward, her lips searching for his, searching for a kiss.

❝ Make love to me? ❞ She kissed each syllable of that question into his neck, huffing a soft exhale into his skin as she rolled her hips up into his. She could listen to him call her beautiful a thousand times and she’d still wish to hear it a thousand more. Her lips met his in a long and lingering kiss as her hands slipped down his back, fingertips tracing every detail as if she were studying a map. ❝ Let me make love to you, my ‘usband. ❞ Her hips rolled again, scooping softly into the bed, rising to meet him, legs tightening to pull him in again. ❝ Let me give you everyt’ing. ❞  

[aspcrnamentum]

❝ All day, ❞ His confirmation sounded, ever so slightly muffled by the fact he'd made certain to stretch those two words and their single syllables out over the pad of her finger, letting her feel them in their entirety as it traced his lips. And that was generally the case; she was on his mind every second of every day. He spent more time thinking about her and what he could do to, for and with her than she realized - perhaps even more than he should be willing to consider admitting. ❝ Oh?? ❞ ( It would appear that great minds did indeed think alike.. )

With her help, his boxers had been shoved down to his knees. They stayed there because despite the fact they were a nuisance, he had no interest in disentangling himself from her to remove them completely - especially not after she'd wrapped her legs around him. Not after she'd drawn him so close, and their bodies were fitted together so perfectly. -- ❛ Ohhhh. ❜ His lips followed suit, parting faintly to allow his breath to spill over them in a heated rush as he eased inside of her, filling her slowly. ❝ Mo grà, ❞ His hands slipped under her back, turning so that his palms could splay out on either side of her spine for a moment before he opted to wind his arms around her - in much the same fashion as her legs had encircled his waist, only tighter. Holding her taut against him, so much so that he could feel her heart pounding against his chest and every breath she drew as though they were his own.

Smoothly, languidly, his hips rocked forward. He filled her completely and lingered for a moment, then eased his hips back sliding almost completely out of her.. only for his hips to rock forward again - setting a deep, loving pace for his thrusts. A soft groan thrummed low in his throat, spilling into her mouth and vibrating against her tongue as his lips clung to hers.

[oriakru]

Dodge Charger 1969 black 

[bunniesmemes-deactivated2020063]

Reblog this if you’re okay with people sending unexpected IC asks to your muse at any time! No meme prompts needed!

[bettedavisgf]

anyways some of us are just blessed with a mixture of touch aversion and touch starvation. and it’s sexy

[conquistadoradelmar]

aspcrnamentum​:

❝ Don’t. ❞ He didn’t matter. He didn’t deserve any concern or care, especially not when it was his fault SHE was now in such horrible shape. Not when it was HIS fault she’d come much too fucking close to being killed for anyone’s liking simply because she’d been with him. – Not that he could’ve stopped her.. even now, as beat up as she was, as much pain as she must surely be in.. she was determined - too determined to listen to him; she was going to do precisely what S H E wanted, everything and every o n e else be damned. ( He’d never admit to this, of course, but he admired that. He admired that trait in ANYONE, but in her especially. Given her circumstances, that was no easy feat. )

It was all he could do to refrain from rolling his eyes as he watched her drag herself back over to his side.. and for once, his marrow-deep aggravation was in no way aimed at her; he had nothing here. No first-aid kits. No random bandages, nothing that could be used to clean open wounds, nothing to alleviate pain…

❝ Fuck! ❞ He hissed, attempting to squirm away from the chill immediately after it graced his skin.. despite the fact she’d been surprisingly gentle in pressing the makeshift ice pack against his bruising. ❝ – We gotta get you help. ❞ His hands found their way to hers, easing the bag of peas out of her grasp and lifting it up to place it carefully against her head. ❝ Or at least.. I gott'a get outt'a here and try to get a few things. ❞ He offered that as a suggestion a few moments later, realizing he had no desire to argue with her. Surely just this once they could get along…

❝ Let me get you back in bed, ❞ It definitely went against his better judgement, but he would do what he could to look after her here. Would he let her do the same? He wasn’t sure yet.. he didn’t feel like he deserved it. ❝ – I’m sorry, ❞ Pausing, he began to undertake the arduous task of pushing his torso up off the floor with one arm, and gingerly drawing his long legs up - bending them at the knee with a grimace. ❝ I’m sorry he.. I’m sorry he did this to you. ❞

❝ ‘Ow long ‘ave you been apologizing for ‘is mistakes? ❞ She asked, her voice quiet, cracked. She reached out with trembling bloodied fingers to brush copper hair back from his forehead, trying to be as gentle as she could. ❝ 'Es no’ your fault wha’ ‘e did to me… wha’ ‘e did to you. ❞ The cold against her head felt like heaven and she closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy it for a moment before she opened them again. 

❝ No… ❞ she shook her head limply, ❝ no’ unless you come back to bed wit’ me. You’re worse off ‘dan I’yam. ❞ She reached for the half empty bag of frozen pineapple she’d retrieved and gently pressed it back over the same bruise on his chest. She wasn’t about to let him get away with doctoring her while ignoring his own injuries, no matter how badly wounded she was. ❝ You ‘ave to, ❞ she mumbled, ❝ I don’ like to be alone when I’yam in pain, an’ ‘dat way we can keep an’ eye on each ot’er, make sure we’re both ok. ❞

She followed his lead, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees so that she’d be able to crawl. This was… so incredibly far from how she’d imagined this night going. He’d never let her stay over before, she’d thought maybe they were finally getting somewhere, that things were improving between them… and then this had happened. She’d much rather have woken up in his arms, even if he had been irritated to find her still there. ❝ You know, ❞ she laughed, an aching rasping sound, ❝ we were actually ‘aving a pretty good night until your dad showed up. I’yam no’ sure if it ‘es better or worse ‘dat ‘e didn’ walk in on us earlier. ❞

[aspcrnamentum]

❝ -- I'm the mistake. ❞ To his horror, those three words slid off his blood soaked tongue as smoothly as silk, unbidden and definitely unappreciated, but true nonetheless. ❝ I've just, never had to apologize to anyone but him before. ❞ He would have preferred dying to being so unflinchingly candid with her.. but given what his father had put her through - what they had just suffered through together, he supposed he owed her that. ❝ It IS my fault. ❞ And he could come up with at least half a dozen reasons why, but in that moment he decided they would both be better served if he reserved what little remained of his waning focus for the task of keeping them both awake - of keeping her talking, and at least semi-functional. ( While it was a safe bet he had some severely cracked, possibly broken ribs and some other internal damage, a concussion was far more dangerous. And there was no fucking way she didn't have one. No fucking way. )

Right then? Honestly? He wanted nothing more than to lie there, precisely where he was, and curl himself up into the tightest ball his body could manage - just as he'd done after all the beatings he'd taken growing up. He'd just lie there, with his arms wound around himself.. and he'd pass out. That's what he wanted; fuck the bed. Fuck the pain of trying to get there.. ❝ Fine. ❞ He gasped as he dragged his torso up off the floor, propping up on his elbows and forearms, his chest heaving wildly - breathing ragged and rattling and his abdominal muscles on fire. He had to rest for a moment before he could move any further. Just a moment. Just long enough to catch his breath once more and, hopefully, stave the oncoming coughing fit away.

❝ -- Better, I think. ❞ Breathless, broken, his reply came after he'd managed to sit himself up and scoot back toward the wall with the intention of using it as the leverage he needed to get himself back on his feet. ❝ Not sure I wanna know what he would'a done if he'd walked in on us sooner. ❞ No, he didn't want to think about that at all. ❝ -- Hold on a minute, ❞ He muttered on the cusp of an agonized groan, the precursor to his slow, wildly unsteady rise to his feet. ❝ I'll carry you. ❞

[conquistadoradelmar]

Michelle Jenner in Cinco contra uno

[oc-factoids]

Character A: What if I poured coffee in my cereal instead of milk?

Character B, taking the coffee pot from A: What if you didn't

[losinmortalesperdidos]

Ronan ​:

Alright, so Blaze was neither in the mood nor the frame of mind for delving headlong into all the nasty little details of his story at the moment. Ronan could respect that, especially when taking the fact he was always impossibly tight-lipped about his own shit into account. ( And, thusfar, Blaze had never really pushed him into talking about anything he had no desire to discuss.. ) – Some part of him was tempted to point out the fact that this was no fairy tale, though. However long and storied Blaze’s life had been thusfar, it was still his life. And he’d be willing to bet a hefty sum that there had been no fairness, no happy endings, and none of the ironic justice for Blaze that most fairy tales boasted.. but he didn’t dare. Instead, he listened and waited until Blaze was done before so much as parting his lips while drawing in an especially deep breath.

❝ – I’m, not gonna ask. ❞ He stated bluntly after a moment’s pause. ❝ You don’t have to say nothin’ else if you don’t want to. ❞ Maybe he felt like he’d cut himself open as deeply as he possibly could already, and that was okay. One can only bleed so much at a time without running into the risk of hemorrhaging out on the floor. ( Of course, if he wanted to keep going, he could. Ronan certainly wasn’t going to stop him there if he felt like he could bear that pain.. maybe he really just needed to let it go. ) ❝ Like I said, I’m gonna be here. Regardless. ❞ ( Then again, maybe what he needed was to know someone was willing to listen - someone that wasn’t going to turn those confessions into weapons, or make him regret ever having breathed a word of it in the first place. Sometimes just that - just that knowledge made all the difference in the world. )

He was grateful that Ronan didn’t want to pressure him into spilling more beans than he was ready to spill, but the man was also right, he needed to put in the words at least a part of it. He’s been carrying it inside for so long like a big rock in hs bowels, like a slowly burning coal in his chest. He needed to lighten the weight at least a little since he wasn’t alone anymore and there was someone who could listen and share the load. “Thank you,” he straightened, took another sip from his glass and set it back in it’s place. Then he raised his left hand and showed it to Ronan, the old darkened ring on his fourth finger. It wasn’t gold but rather iron and looked cheap unlike all other things surrounding the Serpent.

“You know what that means.“ There was no question mark in this sentence because there was no need in it. “Ten years we lived like one soul against all odds and premonitions. Ten years and one month during which I watched her slowly fading. Because human’s hatred and envy don’t dye with time, they only grow stronger. You call it jinx, we call it ‘porcha’. She never complained, only worried about me and apologized for not being able to give me kids… But it wasn’t her fault, none of it was.“ He turned to the other man and finally looked straight into his face, his own was carved from stone. “While she was dying I felt only pain and despair but after we put her into the ground at the foot of my moumtain I felt anger rising inside me, pushing up through my twelve throats. So, I flew to the village where she’d been born and where her haters were hiding like rats, and I burned it to the ground.“ He was standing there, at the rails like one of those wooden statues from his home land that was no more. In this moment he also wasn’t here, only his eyes still reminded that he was alive and not senseless. “You probably think I feel guilt about what I had done or about ignoring my aunt’s warning, her father’s refuse to bless our mariage. Not at all. The only thing that keeps tormenting me since is her love, her ability to see good where no one did, even me. Was she right when she stayed with me or was it just an obsession we shared?“

[aspcrnamentum]

No, there hadn't been a need for questions; Ronan understood what that ring on Blaze's finger meant all too well. Thus, again, he chose silence - offering merely a curt nod of acknowledgement so that Blaze could be certain it had been seen and that the magnitude of its presence wasn't lost on him. ( A great deal made sense to him now.. particularly the fact that Blaze, while everyone else had given him shit for being so reluctant to remove his own wedding band, hadn't ever said one word about it. He understood Blaze's silence and seeming lack on an opinion on that subject now, and he appreciated it all the more. )

❝ -- She was right to stay, ❞ He offered cautiously after listening intently to everything Blaze had been willing to share, then taking a few minutes to think about the numerous similarities between their marriages. ❝ She loved you. She obviously believed in you.. she did the right thing; you don't walk away from someone you feel that way about. You don't walk away from someone you have that much faith in. Not if it's real, and it sounds like it was just as real for her as it was for you. ❞

As for everything else Blaze had recounted, he remembered wanting to wreak havoc on the entire world. Not too long ago now, he would've been perfectly content to set the whole fucking thing ablaze and watch it all burn.. He'd wanted vengeance, but he hadn't allowed himself any. He'd shoved that desire back down into the depths of his soul and locked it away, choosing instead to focus his attentions elsewhere - to punishing himself. Mentally. Physically.. everyone had their ways of coping, he guessed.

❝ -- I don't think she'd want you to question that, ❞ He added, then moved over to lean against the railing at Blaze's side, facing him. Standing just close enough to reach out.. but refraining from doing so for the moment being. ❝ I think.. I think she'd just want you to know that she loved you. That she'd want you to remember that, above everything else. ❞

[honeysucklememoriess]

i am just a vessel for caffeine at this point