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multifandomfix · 9 months

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Imagine being a new nun at Briarcliff and being punished by Jude.

You’d taken your vows, knew the rules, but even that couldn’t prepare you for Sister Jude. She was a force of nature and there was a whole new set of rules when it came to working alongside her. Rules you weren’t familiar with and found yourself accidentally breaking.

Your crime was turning off the music in the rec room. When Jude heard the music cease, she wasted no time in sussing you out as the culprit. Her hand fell on your shoulder, causing you to jump. “Make your way to my office. Now.”

Obediently, and with a sense of dread and curiosity, you made your way up the staircase. Stairway to heaven, she called it. You wondered now if that had any truth to it.

When Jude came into the office several minutes later, you jumped. “You might be new here, but I can’t just let rules slide. Even new blood needs to be made an example of.”

You nodded once in understanding, afraid to spark for fear of making things worse for yourself. “Turn around. Bend over. It’ll be over before you know it.” While her words conveyed kindness there was none in her icy tone.

You did, your heartbeat quickening as you cast a look over your shoulder and saw her retrieve a cane from the cupboard. You turned back, squeezed your eyes shut and braced for the impact.

Without warning, she rapped the cane against your ass with a crack and you yelped. Even through two layers of fabric, it stung. “Count,” Jude demanded.

“One.”

The process was repeated nine more times, each sending a wave of pain mixed with the slightest bit of pleasure through your body. By the end, you weren’t sure what to think of your ‘punishment’.

For anon

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#jude martin #jude martin imagine #jude martin x reader #sister jude #sister jude imagine #sister jude x reader #american horror story #american horror story imagine #ahs #ahs imagine

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kierantierney3 · 16 days

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Masterlist

I created a new masterlist so you may need to bare with me for a bit with it.

Ruben Loftus Cheek

Alejandro Garnacho

Kieran Tierney

Ben Pavard

Pedri

Gavi

Ruben Dias

Ben Chilwell

Martin Ødegaard

Jadon Sancho

Kai Havertz

Gabriel Martinelli

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Trent Alexander Arnold

Virgil Van Dijk

Mason Mount

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fallinforerling · 10 months

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— “some like it hot ....”

a smut series prompt list.

warning: this series will consist of nsfw 18+ written content, based on the following smut prompts, that are not intended for minors to read. please be mindful of your own media consumption. you've been warned.

hello, my loves!

i’m beyond excited to announce my collaboration with my two amazing friends, @lettersofgold and @808heartz, on this new smut series.

the three of us sorted through 30 prompts and split them up to choose the ones that we’re opening up requests for on our own respective tumblr accounts. you can see who i write for here

: ̗̀➛ please note: only one request can be made for each prompt listed below. multiple requests of the same prompt will be turned down. i’ll be crossing out the prompts that have already been submitted.

underneath the cut, you’ll find my smut prompts:

☆ masturbation (for jude bellingham)

☆ dirty talk + toys (for jude bellingham)

☆ blowjob (for pedri gonzalez)

☆ oral sex (f receiving) (for erling haaland)

☆ morning sex (for mason mount)

☆ against the wall (for erling haaland)

☆ sex on a desk (for martin ødegaard)

☆ almost getting caught (for erling haaland)

☆ boring (sleepy sex) (for hector bellerín)

☆ sweet and passionate (for martin ødegaard)

☆ lingerie!kink (for rubén dias)

☆ teasing only (for rubén dias)

☆ jealous!ex (sex after a messy breakup) (for jude bellingham)

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gabigabigabby · 1 year

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THE MASTERLIST !!!

last updated: 17 january, 2024

SOCIAL MEDIA AU'S (FOOTBALL + FORMULA 1)

THE LANDOSAINZ SAGA

FORMULA 1

FOOTBALL (NATIONAL TEAMS + CLUBS)

FOOTBALLERS

STRAY KIDS

#joao felix x reader #christian pulisic x reader #richarlison x reader #phil foden x reader #gavi x reader #leandro paredes x reader #emile smith rowe x reader #enzo fernandez x reader #jude bellingham x reader #martin odegaard x reader #gabriel martinelli x reader #football x y/n #football x you

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l5byrinth · 1 year

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˗ˏˋ l5byrinth’s masterlist ´ˎ˗

“and at every table, i’ll save you a seat, lover…”

take a seat and chose a story to read !!

scream vi

chad meeks martin

avatar: the way of water

neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan

right where you left me pt 1, pt 2

the summer i turned pretty

cam cameron

the hunger games

peeta mellark

finnick odair

beta squad + friends

sharky

kenny

niko omilana

aj shabeel

chunkz

yung filly

football players

jude bellingham

trent alexander arnold

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inmyfxith · 1 year

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Silent Witness

Pairing: Kit Walker x GN!reader

Warnings: Mention of torture, harm, and punishment.

Words: 695

-> Requested

If someone had entered Briarcliff at that moment, they would have seen nothing more than a place where the mentally ill are removed from society for their own good and that of their peers. Wandering through the asylum, they would eventually come across the cells that served as rooms, and might be horrified to realize that hygiene conditions seemed to not exist. What was supposed to be hidden, remained hidden.

As he was strapped to his bed, his arms and legs immobilized by leather straps, Kit couldn't help but feel a sense of terror. Sister Jude stood above him, a cruel smile on her lips that he could hear in her voice. She was preparing to administer a punishment she had qualified as "worthy". In a corner of the room, you were forced to witness the punishment, your hands trembling as you gripped the edge of the table. Kit had been punished for standing up against Jude's authority, but also for trying to escape. He had been caught, and Sister Jude had decided that he had to be made an example of for those who would try the same thing. Kit had tried to escape for you, he had to leave the asylum and come back for you later, but he had failed.

Jude was aware of your feelings for each other, she had picked up on the looks you exchanged, the gestures you had towards each other and that is why you were in the room. In addition to being the witness of the punishment intended to discourage any other patient from thinking about rebellion, she knew that you would experience the punishment, less intensely, but just as harshly as Kit.

Sister Jude began to mercilessly whip Kit. Each whip pulling out a cry of pain that acted like a blow on your own skin. You grimaced each time the piece of wood touched Kit's back, you felt despair overwhelming you. You would have wanted to help, do anything to stop the torture, but you found yourself powerless. Too cowardly to interpose, too fearful to take his place.

As the punishment dragged on, you could no longer bear to watch your beloved's naked back striped and covered in a scarlet liquid. You turned your head, tears streaming down your face as you listened to Kit's cries of pain and the sound of the stick cleaving the air. You thought you were strong, but the sight of someone you loved subjected to such cruelty was more than you could bear.

Sister Jude eventually stopped, casting a satisfied gaze on the damages inflicted on Kit's back. Letting out a sigh, she took a step back before turning on her heel and leaving the room, the sound of her high heels echoing in the silence that had settled in the room. The poor man lay there, panting and covered in welts, barely conscious. He was wearing a simple white hospital gown, now stained with blood and sweat. But you couldn't bring yourself to look at him, too overwhelmed by grief, guilt, and despair.

You remained there for a few more minutes, staring at the floor before slowly approaching the bed where Kit was lying. Kneeling down so that your face was level with his, you ran your hand through his sweat-soaked hair. He was shaking, tears rolling down his face as he tried to stop the sobs that escaped him. You sat on the edge of the bed, taking his hand in yours before bringing it to your lips and kissing it gently. You looked into his eyes and whispered words of comfort, promising him that everything would be alright. That you would find a way to escape from this place and that you would be together again. Kit looked at you, a glimmer of hope appearing in his eyes before he closed them, surrendering to exhaustion.

You stayed by his side, watching over him until he fell asleep, a plan forming in your head. You would escape from Briarcliff, and you would do everything in your power to make sure that Kit was by your side.

#ahs #american horror story #ahs asylum #american horror story asylum #ahs imagine #ahs imagines #american horror story imagine #american horror story imagines #kit walker #kit walker x reader #kit walker imagine #kit walker imagines #sister jude #sister jude x reader #judy martin #evan peters #jessica lange

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old-lorarri · 1 month

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꒰꒰‧₊˚𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ─ 𝐉𝐁𝟓 ˚₊· ꒱꒱

─ summary . . . ❨ the daughter of lewis hamilton and a 3 time f1 world champion life is pretty great especially now that you have found a special someone ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ jude bellingham x fem! hamilton! redbull! f1 driver! reader ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩ ─ author note . . . ❨ okay so I got this idea like a year ago and I have now finally gotten time to make it happen so enjoy! ❩

❨ taglist | masterlist ❩

yourinstagram . 4hrs ago

seen by lewishamilton judebellingham 76,389,589 others

yourinstagram

liked by lewishamilton judebellingham 102,890,199 others

yourinstagram winter break photodump pt. 5

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user my wife is a madrid...I don't know what to do with why self now

user stay away from my wifey mr. hey jude lookin ass

user MR BELLINGHAM WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

user it couple is cookin ya'll

user love that mother is living her best life

user bae wake up Y/N posted a winter break photo dump

user OKAY BUT THAT LAST PIC EXCUSE ME?!?!?!

user madam who got you those flowers

user jude better be careful or papa hamilton gonna have his head if he even thinks about trying anything with his daughter

user why am I kinda living from the idea of these two being a couple

user are you dating jude?

user Y/N come home the kids miss you

user 4th wdc pending...

user so we all know who the guy in the last slide is right?

user love my soon to be parents

user the queen soft launching wasn't on my 2024 bingo card

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TRENTSKI

JUDITH

EXPLAIN YOUR SELF

JUDITH

huh?

RICE RICE BABY

did you really think you could sneek your way into Y/N Hamilton's ig dump and we wouldn't find out?

JUDITH

yes?

SANCHOOOO

SO YOU ADMIT IT

IT IS YOU

MEEK MEALS

glad you finally got together

I was getting sick and tired of you talking about her 24/7

JACK RABBIT

I'm surprised he even got the strength to talk to her

STAR BOY

right?

his brain normally turns to mush when ever her name is mentioned

proud of you bro

JUDITH

thx kyo

I always knew you were a real one

TRENTSKI

damn I see how it is then....

RICE RICE BABY

trents going dark lads

in his sad girl era

PHIL CHEESE STAKE

so wait who knows about you 2 being together?

SANCHOOOO

besides the entire intent after that photo dump?

MEEK MEALS

LMFAOOO

STAR BOY

tell lewis he's the goat

JUDITH

hahah funny

let us have our damatic soft launch

obvi you guys know

the only others that know are max, sebastian, and charles

I'll let lewis know when he figures out I'm dating his daughter this Saturday

JACK RABBIT

mate your fucked

TRENTSKI

DAMN

secret forbbiden romance

didn't know you were built like that jude

MEEK MEALS

what do you mean Lewis fucking Hamilton doesn't know you are dating HIS DAUGHTER

SANCHOOOO

pray for jude guys

these might be his last days with us

STAR BOY

he shall be missed

JACK RABBIT

dw jude I'll delete your search history of you stalking Y/N's ig and twitter

JUDITH

thanks guys...

wiss me luck

TRENTSKI

break a leg

RICE RICE BABY

don't die

MEEK MEALS

good luck

SANCHOOOO

you going to die

STAR BOY

what colour coffin do you want?

I'm thinking bright pink and rinestones

JACK RABBIT

do you need a get away driver?

PHIL CHEESE STAKE

before you die get me and ronnie a hat singed by Y/N and Lewis

JUDITH

I feel so loved rn

yourinstagram . 4hrs ago

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lewishamilton replied to your story!

he's a good lad

but if he hurt's you

winning a trohpy will be the last of his concern

okay dad I'll relay that message to him

good

also don't forget to use projection...

DAD OMG STOP

carlossainz55 replied to your story!

¡HALA MADRID!

maxverstappen1 replied to your story!

Christian is asking if Jude wants to come to the team dinner before the livery launch?

also if he hurts you I will run him over with our matching aston martins

landonorris replied to your story!

what does he smell like?

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fernandezology · 1 year

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fernardezology’s recommendation list

series:

invisible string by @invisiblestringmm

where one night fling with mason turned into something impactful. he is unaware that you have a daughter together,but fate has a plan for you. it’s one of the best pieces i’ve read here and while you read it,you cannot feel immersed with story.

just pretend by @gavisuntiedboot

this should be turned into a netflix show. while you wait for an update,you will definitely want to reread it.

worlds collide. by @blubffsd

so much drama. listen to the great war by taylor swift while reading.

juno! by @jesssssssssica

it’s gonna be impossible not to fall for jude after you read this. also very impossible not to check her other work😉

we’ll be allright by @footiehoemcfc

mason angst at it’s finest. very rereadble.

champion’s league’s nights by @yungbludz

there is no better crossover,even marvel doesn’t come close to this. my personal multiverse of madness.

sunshine becomes you by @oh-saints

never knew i needed grumpy martin x sunshine reader before i saw this.

to have and to heal by @yellowkitkieran

where martin navigates the ups and downs of parenthood all on his own, and he’s struggling. that’s not to mention football, life and... love? her other stories are also 10/10.

envolver by @pedriscroquettes

loved every single word here.

a mountain to climb by @mountttmase

you will go through every emotion with this one.

his girls by @pulisicsgirl

is there anything better than christian in general? yes and it’s dad!christian.

almost always by @greykitkepa

thank you for your service and spreading kepa propaganda by writing🫡

one shots/headcanons

can’t sleep (without you) by @julianalvarez9

leandro is the cutest sleep deprived thing and it’s safe to say she did him right with this one.

headcanons by @starsshoppin

i couldn’t choose just one,all of them are masterpieces. head of headcanons and probably one of the first accounts i followed here.

silent treatment by @masonspulisic

angst with mason by her never disappoints.

pretty face,pretty boyfriend too by @masonmtxo

jelaous mason>>

dating pablo gavi by @i9messi

exactly how i imagine dating him would be like.

the great war by @mounts89

as if this already wasn’t my fav song from midnights..

comforting words by @mqsi

if barca losing means we get masterpieces like this,we won after all.

red card by @pedrisbanana

i will never see the barca lockroom the same way.

mornings with you. by @luvgavii

prime example of “how is this her first imagine?”

mistletoe by @ktsfootballff

the twist at the end?? love love this and her work in general.

the 5 times he knew by @888bear

who doesn’t love good old childhood friends to lovers?

wherever you are by @swimmingismywholelife

so so beautiful.

headcanons by @minnlix

again,it was hard to choose just one because all of them are *chef’s kiss*

nsfw alphabet by @footballfeverr

mindblowing. that’s all i have to say.

mornings by @20-th-centurygirl

i think this is also one of the first blogs i followed and i lovee her work!

insta au’s

needed some space by @ithinkimokeei

queen of insta au’s as far as i am concerned.

flashing lights by @gavislover

oh my god.

oh,baby! by @kepamount

pure entertainment.

#fernadezology’s fic rec #feel free to sent me fics you love in inbox!!#i’m so sorry if i forgot anyone i’ll update this again #fic rec

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thatrivernymph · 3 years

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popular fictional canon and non-canon couples as YA books:

1). dramione (non-canon) — trilogy “the folk of the air”. i mean, cardan and jude are literally draco and hermione;

2). percabeth (canon) — “six of crows”. i kind of associate them with kaz and inej;

3). bellarke (in books canon and in tv show non-canon) — “a court of thorns and roses”;

4). stydia (stiles/lydia, canon) — “percy jackson and the olympians”;

5). destiel (canon or non-canon, that’s hard to answer) — “the song of achilles”;

6). jurdan (canon) — “the hunger games”;

do you want a part two?

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multifandomfix · 1 year

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Getting Caught Having Sex With Jude Martin Would Include

Jude would definitely want to keep her affair with you a secret. She’s not going to do anything that will increase your chances of being caught, but…shit happens.

If the Monsignor catches you, Jude will freeze. She wouldn’t know what to do, knowing she can’t possibly talk her way out of the situation. She’ll just have to hope she won’t be removed from her position at the asylum or worse, be admitted to Briarcliff.

If Lana or another patient were to catch you, Jude would track them down and administer whatever punishment she saw fit to ensure they either wouldn’t tell or wouldn’t remember.

If it’s Sister Mary Eunice (after her possession) who catches you, she’ll flash you both a wicked grin, maybe say something about the two of you being ‘dirty sinners’ and then just allow you to continue.

If you get caught by anyone, she’ll call things off, at least for a while, until she’s able to do damage control. Then, there will come a time where she can’t resist and she’ll come back to you.

For anon

Jude Martin: @brienneseveruscalaway, @derry-n, @bluenystic, @peggycarter-steverogers, @mars-rivers, @gothtrash6969, @callsigncrash, @words-of-holly, @somelonelywriter

#jude martin #jude martin headcanons #jude martin x reader #american horror story #american horror story headcanons #ahs #ahs headcanons #request

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notmanagingmymischief · 3 years

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ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴊᴜᴅᴇ | ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ ꜱᴛʀɪᴘᴇʀ | ᴘᴛ 2

so i wasn’t planning on this having three parts but halfway thru writing this one i got an idea but this got too long so now i’ve been forced to write a third i’m sorry

ALSO THIS WASN’T EVEN SUPPOSED TO GET THIS LONG SDFBASH

and finally, I’m aware this is kinda funky. idk, I just had this idea, and it was supposed to be a Christmas special but then I didn’t finish it in time for it to be that and I post on wattpad first so i completely forgot to also post it on here lmao i’m so sorry ;-;

warnings: gAe, kinda sexual innuendos/gestures

word count: 6.9K (hehe)

enjoy xx

LMAO THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO GET SO LONG I'M SORRY DBHFSDN

AND I WASN'T PLANNING ON MAKING A PART THREE BUT I WAS 5K WORDS IN AND I THOUGHT OF AN ENTIRE NEW CHAPTER FOR IT SO THE THIRD WILL BE THE LAST I PROMISE HHHHHHHH

You woke up with a long yawn that melted into a groan at the crick in your neck. Those mattresses were uncomfortable as hell and it did not help that you tossed and turned and slept in weird positions. Nope, not at all. So practically every morning you woke up feeling like shit, either your back or your neck cramped and twisted, but eventually you managed to crack and bend enough that they felt well enough for you to walk without feeling like you had a ton of bricks on your back with every step.

That's what you did that morning, stretching your hands high over your head as you heard your shoulders crack first, letting out a soft sigh at the feeling, then tilting your head to each side, delighting in the loud snaps and cracks your bones made as they rearranged back where they were supposed to be. You then had to stand up, huffing reluctantly. But you did get up, reminding yourself that it was Christmas and you should be excited, so you slid off your mattress, hissing at the feeling of the cold floor against your bare feet. But you pushed it off as you searched for your shoes that you'd hastily kicked off the previous night, finally finding them and placing them in front of you, sliding your feet into them, another small sigh leaving your lips.

Finally, you placed your hands on the small of your back, and bent yourself backwards. You'd always been flexible, so bending like that wasn't difficult for you at all, and again the sounds your spine made and the relief that soon came with it was very satisfying. But today, as luck would have it, just as you had bent far enough to see the door of your room behind you, the thing pushed open, and the person in the doorway began speaking before stopping instantly, their eyes looking at your position frantically. You grinned, still not straightening out and instead bending just a little bit further backwards, and you could see the person grimace as another loud CRACK sounded through the little room. "Good morning Sister Jude!" you said, chipper again.

Finally you straightened back up when Jude took a few firm steps into your room, coming to stand behind you, close enough that you were smiling straight up at her scowling face, before her hands came to lay under your shoulders, gently but firmly pushing you up straight again, cringing at the various sounds that your body made at the movement, even more disturbed at the tiny sigh you gave, sounding like you enjoyed the stuff. Her hands remained on your shoulders a bit longer than was necessary, but she finally managed to pull them back, bringing them to clasp together in front of her, clearing her throat when you rotated your wrists, the things cracking as well, but the tiny moan you let out was enough to get the nun's heart thrumming much harder than normal, and waiting for you to turn around, which you did after just a second more of disgusting cracking noises, facing her fully, a bright smile still on your lips.

'Lips that you want to kiss.'

"Good morning Sister." you repeated, looking at her properly instead of upside down. The woman frowned and gave you the 'really?' look, and you just tilted your head a bit, your grin softening to one of fake innocence. "Merry Christmas!" you exclaimed, twirling away from Jude to grab the small sweater that you had been given and slipping it over your shirt. Somehow, after a great amount of niggling, you had managed to convince someone to allow you to use the male uniform. The female one, just a normal hospital gown style, made you anxious and antsy, the feeling of being exposed growing overwhelming at some times. So you were now allowed to wear pants and a button down shirt, both blue, the jeans darker than the top, and the black sweater to go over top when it was especially chilly, which you quite appreciated. It had taken Jude a while to get used to seeing a female in a male's outfit, but when she had confronted you about it and you had explained that wearing the female one made you feel vulnerable and exposed and seriously uncomfortable, she begrudgingly allowed you to continue wearing it.

This made you exceptionally happy. You had managed to find a way to tailor the pants as best as you could with what you had, shortening and tightening them so that they rested comfortably on your hips and not so loosely. You then found a way to wear your shirt so that it also fit comfortably, hugging your body a bit more than usual, but not so much that it made it look like you were trying to show off. You weren't, you were simply trying to be as comfortable as you could in this uncomfortable atmosphere. You turned back to Jude, still smiling and said "So why am I getting special treatment today? I usually get Sister Mary." Your head cocked to the side a bit and Jude stammered a bit before saying "I-I just wanted to apologize. For snapping at you last night. I was not in the best headspace, please do not take it personally."

The nun was shocked when you laughed, hand going to your chest as your eyes closed. "Oh, it's fine! I understand, I get like that sometimes too, I'm sure you've noticed." Jude nodded, watching you silently. She honestly thought you'd be a bit more upset, but this was just the kind of person you were. Couldn't hold a grudge on most people, except when they really got on your nerves. And while the woman admired that quality, it also worried her. "Well now that that's settled, it's time for you to get up. The rest have already gathered, I'm sure. Hurry up." She said, her hard exterior falling back into place, and you smiled, used to the mood changes. "I'm already done. I even get an escort, how lucky." You smirked slightly, and Jude huffed in annoyance, though you knew it didn't hold much bite to it anyway as you slipped past her, shoulder grazing hers as you passed, exiting your room and heading to the common room.

You heard your door close, followed by footsteps heading towards you, and a small smile remained on your face as Jude appeared next to you, face pinched slightly. "Oh, come now, don't be like that. It's Christmas, Sister, you should be happy!" You lightly poked at her arm; you were the only one who was allowed to do so, any time any of the others tried she snapped at them. But she only glared at you sometimes, never saying a word about it, as was the case this time. The woman turned her head to face you for a moment, a look on her face, but you just continued smiling. Eventually she sighed, and mumbled "I am. Just tired." "Why?" "I didn't sleep the best last night. Only a few hours, at most." Now it was your turn to frown, upset at the revelation. "Oh. I'm sorry, Sister. I hate it when I don't get much sleep, though that is most nights these days. Honestly, those beds are so uncomfortable."

Jude laughed sardonically; "So I've heard. Rest assured, mine is not much better." You also giggled, pushing the double doors for the kitchen open, walking in with Jude still at your side. You had to leave her when you went to eat, though, so you gave her one last smile and a wave, mumbling "See you later, Sister." And went on your way, sauntering over to your usual spot next to one of your friends, Lana Winters. She'd been in the place longer than you had, and she seemed to be the least crazy around, so you obviously gravitated towards her immediately. She was a wonderful lady, and you got to know her really well. The two of you got along and liked smoking and talking in the common room. She noticed how close you were with Jude, and it confused her; Sister Jude was never kind to her, so the fact that she was being nice to you was a shock. But she minded her own business for the most part, which was highly unusual for her.

Jude watched you walk off and sit down next to Lana, and scowled slightly. She didn't like the reporter, she was much too nosy for her own good. Plus she knew what Lana was, and as much as she hated to admit it, she didn't like the fact that it was entirely possible you'd end up with her. With a huff the nun looked away, going off on her own and attempting to put you out of her mind. It was Christmas, she had things to do, after all. Meanwhile, you spoke with Lana, wishing each other a Happy Christmas and talking about anything new. Which wasn't much; there wasn't all that much to do in the asylum, so there weren't too many things to talk about. "And how's Jude?" Lana asked after a while, and you shrugged, used to her curious nature. "She's fine. Last night was a bit confusing, she got kinda upset at me for some reason, but I think we're okay again. Probably just the party getting to her. You know how she is about leisure activities." You giggled when Lana rolled her eyes, nodding in agreement.

You watched as Lana took a drag of her cigarette before offering it for you to take, which you did, repeating her actions and blowing out the smoke with a sigh, once again handing it back. This was a daily thing for you two, sharing a cigarette over short stories and brief words, though it was a comfortable routine no matter how mundane it might be. Routine was something that was enforced strictly around here, but being able to have your own little thing was nice. Eventually you fell into silence, though it wasn't tense, occasionally passing a cigarette to each other but other wise just sitting and thinking. You considered getting out that extra candy cane you'd grabbed, but thought against it as you didn't particularly feel like getting into an argument with one of the other patients on why you had it.

So you kept fiddling with your fingers, looking around and simply thinking to yourself, basically zoning out completely. So you didn't notice Lana poking you when Sister Jude began to walk towards the two of you, looking directly at you and making it obvious where she was going. You didn't even notice when said nun arrived at the table, twirling a cigarette between your fingers. Your eyes were unfocused and staring at the wall, so you only broke out of it when a hand was waved in front of your face, fingers snapping a few times. You startled back, almost dropping your cigarette in the process. You looked to the owner of the hand, now standing with a smirk on her face, one eyebrow raised. "O-Oh, I'm sorry. I zoned out. What did I miss?" you glanced at Lana, who avoided your gaze in favor of paying attention to her own cigarette, unwilling to get between you and the nun.

"I was asking your little friend here if you were alright. You seemed rather out of it, I wanted to make sure you hadn't managed to have a stroke on my watch." Jude said, tone still teasing. You smiled and shook your head, placing the now put out cigarette butt down in the ash tray beside you, having to stretch your arm out to reach it. You didn't notice your shirt hitch up in the process, exposing an inch or so of skin which Jude's eyes were drawn to instantly. She had to force herself to look back up when you sat back, returning your gaze to hers. "This happens sometimes. Nothing better to do than think, so I just zone. I'm alright, I promise," you smiled again, following it up with a small wink, enjoying the way Jude scowled at the action, as well as the very faint, almost invisible pink that crept just above the collar of her habit. 'Curious.' (a habit is what the nuns where, that black and white thing)

Jude sighed quietly, nodding and folding her hands in front of her. Lana glanced between the two of you, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as the gears turned in her head. She had a hard time figuring you out, she always had. And your relationship with the head nun was no exception; there was clearly something between you, no question about it. The way Jude treated you, unlike anyone else in Briarcliff, how you acted around her, all screamed suspicious. The reporter just couldn't figure it out. If she didn't know better she would have assumed you two were flirting with each other, what with the mutual teasing and occasional suggestive remarks. But that's not what it was. It couldn't be. Could it...?

As Lana got lost in her own head, you had leaned forward so you could place your elbows on the table, steepling your fingers casually, just to irk Jude a little bit more. You were a respectful person, but that didn't mean you had to be perfect. It did just that, but she did her best not to show it as she stood there, still not moving as she kept the charged eye contact the two of you were sharing. "So, Sister....you have any Christmas plans?" you said, and the nun gave you a look again; "No, I'm staying here. As I always do. This is my job, y/n, I don't have time for such things." she replied, and you sighed, shrugging one shoulder carelessly. "Yes, I know that. I just thought you might have something to do later once everyone's asleep."

Jude felt panic spike in her chest temporarily, but she pushed it down; you couldn't know, there was no way. She hadn't done something like that in months, so you must have meant it innocently. Though you were anything but innocent. So the woman narrowed her eyes fractionally, taking a small step closer to the table, bringing her hands to rest on the cold surface. Her accent shone through a little bit more when she said "And what ever do you mean by that, Miss y/n?" You smiled innocently and shrugged again, returning your hands to your lap once you removed your arms from the table. "Nothing. I'm just curious is all, Sister."

Lana still watched all of this go down, never once saying a word as she considered slowly standing up and walking away. The way the two of you looked at each other sometimes even made her feel like she should excuse herself. But it was not flirting. Simply...friendly jesting. Even as charged as the atmosphere was when you were with Jude.

Said woman leaned her upper body just slightly towards you, running her tongue over the inside of her cheeks subconsciously. Finally she hummed, leaning back again and removing her hands from the table and stepping away. "Very well." was all she said before beginning to turn away. But before she could walk too far away you called out "Merry Christmas, Sister!" and she paused, looking back at you over her shoulder. After a moment she returned the sentiment, the smallest of smiles on her lips. You smiled back, yours much brighter, and Jude turned away again, returning to her duties. As you watched the nun retreat, Lana finally raised her head, catching a glimpse of her habit swaying as she turned the corner and disappeared. Her attention then went to you and she immediately said "Are you flirting with Judy Martin?!"

Your face heated up and you looked to the reporter quickly, lips parting to say something before closing when no words came out. Lana took that as a confirmation and sighed loudly, dropping her head to the table momentarily before looking back up. "Y/n, are you insane? She is a nun, she punishes people like us!" the woman exclaimed, flaring her hands out to the side. You looked down, staying silent. You couldn't deny her accusations, either of them. Were you that obvious? No, Lana was a reporter, she noticed tiny things like that better than anyone. "I know, Lana. Please don't," was all you could mumble, unable to come up with anything convincing enough to stop the brunette from scolding you.

But you seemed to be lucky today, as Lana dropped the subject with an exasperated sigh and shake of her head, looking away from you. A second passed before she put out her cigarette and stood up, straightening her red sweater and looking down at you again. With a wavering smile she said goodbye, not giving you the chance to ask where she was going before she was gone. You sighed heavily, dropping your head down on top of your arms on the table, feeling suddenly too tired to do much of anything. So you stood up and pushed your chair back in, doing the same with Lana's, then proceeding to slip out of the common room to find Frank. He could always cheer you up in situations like these. As you traipsed through the halls, making sure to not go anywhere you weren't supposed to, you reached into your jean's pocket and took out the candy cane, continuing to walk as you unwrapped it and began to suck on it absentmindedly.

After ten minutes of looking for Frank and not having any luck finding him, you huffed and stopped, leaning against the nearest wall as you kept eating the candy. Placing one foot against the surface behind you, feeling the cold stone pressing against your back, you took a deep breath, hating the musty air that filled the asylum and wishing nothing more than to smell fresh air again after going so long without. The sun was also something you desired to feel, though that was optional. What you'd give to even be able to open a window and allow some ventilation into the place. While you stood there, Sister Jude had begun to wonder where you were. She no longer saw you in the common room, even after looking around carefully. So you must have left to go somewhere else. She wasn't sure how to feel about that fact.

Taking it upon herself to make sure that every patient was in one place, even though she knew that you weren't out making trouble anyway, the woman made her way out the double doors and into the halls. Briarcliff was rather large, so she didn't really know where to start. Keeping this fact in mind, Jude began to walk through the halls with no real destination in mind.

Meanwhile, you got sick of the loneliness of being in an empty hallway alone, you sniffed and pushed yourself off the wall, planning to head back to the main room. Your candy cane hung from your mouth as you walked, your hands in your back pockets casually. After a bit of walking you made it back, removing one hand from your pocket in order to push the door open, quietly slipping back inside silently, letting the door fall closed behind you. You hummed along with the tune of the same French song that played everyday, all day. You, unlike most patients, didn't particularly mind it. It was way better than having empty silence, and even though it never changed, you had made it your plan to learn the song by heart. Since you didn't speak French, it was a challenge in an otherwise boring situation.

So you picked an empty pillar, leaning against it like you had the wall, bringing one hand back up to your candy cane, biting off the now sharpened end before you stabbed yourself with it. Nothing important was happening and no one else was paying any attention to you, so you figured it was okay to keep it out. Perhaps if anyone asked they'd buy the excuse that it was still the one you were given from the previous night. Your gaze raked over the room, not seeing anything particularly interesting to focus on at the time, as was the norm. As your eyes finally landed on the other set of doors, they opened, and a clearly annoyed Sister Jude walked through.

Your eyes connected from across the room. Her eyes widened a bit. Yours narrowed, wondering why she seemed so ruffled. Even from this distance you could see her eyes dart down to your mouth, still wrapped around the candy cane. You smirked just so, parting your lips and wrapping your tongue around the long end, watching as the nun's eyes stayed locked intently on the action. So you dragged it against your bottom lip a bit, effectively getting the area sticky with sugar. You then pulled the candy from your lips, twirling it between your digits before bringing your tongue out to play again, gliding it slowly across your lips and collecting the sweet substance just as your eyes met Jude's again. You couldn't help but see how they were slightly darkened, and you were sure from her expression that if you were even closer her pupils would be wide. The last straw for the older woman was when you finally pulled your tongue back into your mouth, only for you to bite your bottom lip, catching it between your teeth and giving her that stupid smirk.

Jude hated it. Hated it. She had to convince herself to hate it, because deep down she loved it. She loved the way your tongue curled around the candy, dragged across your lips. And she realized that she needed to come to terms with the fact that she was attracted to you. She had managed to convince herself that it wasn't true for a while, but seeing that completely threw that lie out the window. The woman's fists tightened at her sides, nails digging into her palm hard enough to draw little pinpricks of blood on the thin skin there. She took a shaky breath in, somehow finding it in herself to rip her eyes away from you when she saw you bring the candy cane back to your mouth, unable to withstand another one of your little shows. With that she spun on her heel, hands beginning to shake from the amount of pressure she was putting on them.

Jude immediately searched out Frank. She figured him to be on his break since he wasn't in the common room, so she headed there first. And, lo and behold, there he was. She marched over to him, causing him to look up at her with a tiny smile on his face, which dropped when he saw her own expression. He stood once she got a few steps away and said "Sister Jude? Are you alright?" The woman shook her head once and responded "That girl of yours. Y/n. I want you to bring her to my office after later." Frank frowned, confused drastically. "She didn't...cause a problem with the others did she?" Jude shook her head again, sighing heavily in the process. "No, no, she didn't. I just need to speak to her in private. Nothing you need to worry about. She won't be punished."

Frank hesitated, but nodded after a moment with a "Alright. Will do, Sister." And with that Jude thanked him quietly and retreated from the room. The woman was tense, fingers twitching slightly behind her where she'd clasped them together. What was she thinking? Asking to be alone with you after that? She was going crazy. That was a terrible idea, she'd just condemned herself. This was it, this was when she lost her job, wasn't it?

There was thirty minutes left before you'd all be taken back to your rooms, and you'd long since finished your candy cane, throwing the wrapper away to avoid it getting anything else dirty. Sister Jude had returned to the common room a while ago, and was stood in the corner, watching over everyone. Everyone except you, that is. The nun had made it a point to not make eye contact or even glance in your direction since she walked in, and it was a bit suspicious, but you didn't think anything of it. She was most likely frustrated at you for the candy incident. If you could call it that.

But you sat with Grace now, since Lana had also been avoiding you. Surely she'd be back to you the next day, but for now you let her do her own thing. You'd heard Grace was another one of the nicer ones in here, so when you saw her not doing anything, you approached her, sitting down across from her, and striked up a conversation. The girl was indeed very friendly, and you had a good time joking around and telling each other stories of how you each got in there. Apparently she'd killed her family after they sold their horse. A bit of an...extreme reaction, but you weren't one to judge, since she had said that horse meant a lot to her and losing it was unbearable. Time passed pretty quickly between cigarettes and jokes, and before you knew it everyone was being ushered out the doors and towards the cells.

With a sigh, you stood up along with Grace, bidding her a goodnight as the two of you parted, going to separate blocks. But before you could reach the doors, you felt a firm hand on your shoulder. When you turned you grinned, seeing Frank there. He gave you a small smile back, but it was tinged with anxiousness. You noticed this and said "Frank, I was looking for you before! What's--what's wrong?" The guard's eyes darted between you and something behind you before staying on yours, and he finally said "I've been told to take you to Sister Jude, at her request."

The two of you walked out of the common room together, heading towards the head nun's office. You were suddenly kind of nervous. Were you actually going to get in trouble for what you did earlier? "She says you're not in trouble, if that's what you're thinking. Just that she wants to speak to ya. But that's all I know." Frank's words dispelled most of your worries, and you relaxed more, nodding. Soon you arrived, and just before knocking on the door, Frank looked down at you and mumbled "Good luck, kiddo." Once he knocked, you waited for a few long moments, until the door finally swung open, revealing Jude in all her glory. "Ah, Frank. Thank you, now you have a good night." The guard nodded once and gave you one last look and tiny smile, turning and walking away soon after.

You swallowed roughly, looking away from his retreating form and back to Jude, who looked back with a stern expression. Inwardly, she was panicking a bit. But she looked calm, for the most part. She let you in, motioning you forward without a word, closing the door behind you. You paused a few feet away from her desk, hands folding in front of you. You watched from the corner of your eye as Jude stalked towards you, slow, her gait almost prowling in nature. The nun came to stand directly in front of you, and the few inch height difference between the two of you was made blatantly obvious when you were forced to look up a bit to meet her eyes. She smirked subtly when she noticed this.

You bit your lip gently when you watched her eyes get considerably darker, pupils widening fractionally. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips a bit, and your eyes were unintentionally drawn to the movement, attempting to cover it up with a small cough. Jude noticed, and her smirk twitched just a little bit higher. "You wanted to see me, Sister?" you said, bringing your gaze back up to meet hers in question. Still respectful as always, a rather drastic change from your earlier actions. "Yes, that's correct," Jude mumbled, moving to circle you a bit, observing your posture and body language, how you kept your hands firmly in front of you in a tight hold, your shoulders back and spine straight. You kept your feet a few inches apart, just enough to make sure your balance remained without looking sloppy.

Jude hummed to herself, appreciating that you were instinctually perfect in most everything, your attitude, your stance and posture, your actions. Well, beside the previous exception. Coming to stand right behind you, so close you could feel the woman's body heat, Jude leaned down a bit and murmured "You know, I could cane you for what you did." She saw your throat muscles work as you swallowed, breath hitching just slightly. She then hummed quietly, leaning back again but not moving away; "But I believe you'd like that too much. Plus, I promised your little friend that you would not be punished tonight." You let out a tiny sigh, almost inaudible should Jude had not been basically on top of you.

"Yes, nothing like that will be happening. But I think it won't even take that much for you to behave." The woman paused, clicking her tongue a few times in thought. You were just wishing she would step back, as her close proximity was quickly beginning to overwhelm your senses, the subtle hint of perfume she always seemed to wear becoming stronger the longer she stood there. But no matter what you hoped, the nun never took a step back, instead making it worse by placing her hands on your shoulders, thumbs resting over your shoulder blades and the rest curling over the bone. She felt the shiver that passed through your body when she pressed those thumbs in just slightly and ran them up and down a few times against the protruding bones on your back.

Again she hummed, mumbling "So what am I going to do with you?" under her breath. Finally, much to your relief, the woman moved away from you, hands falling from your shoulders easily as she stepped around you and behind her desk. Your shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly at the added distance between the two of you allowing you room to breathe, the air no longer filled with her scent. You watched carefully as Jude searched through one of her drawers, but came up with nothing, tsking when she stood back up in annoyance. (idk where i was going with this but i don't feel like deleting it lmao) "Nothing. Ah well. I suppose I'll have to go about this differently then. And perhaps, if you listen, I'll allow you to live." Your eyes widened in shock and you stumbled back a few steps, a sudden panic flaring in your chest. She wouldn't, would she?

Your hands tightened into fists when the nun chuckled, shaking her head as she said "I was kidding. Calm down. You really think I'd kill you, in these clothes? Absolutely not." You rolled your eyes at her teasing, not bothering in returning to your original place as you remained backed a decent way away from the nun's desk. Said nun looked at you in thought, considering her options. Finally, she said "Back against the wall," motioning with her head towards the space behind you. You looked at her in confusion, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted a bit. So Jude repeated her words, punctuating each one with a long stride towards you, until she was right in front of you and forcing you backwards to avoid being stepped on. It wasn't long until you felt your spine hit the wall, and Jude had yet to stop moving.

She kept on until she was only inches from you, forcing you to tilt your head up to look at her. You trapped your bottom lip between your teeth, pulling it into your mouth nervously. Jude's eyes fell to them, and she brought her hand up to your face, casually dragging her thumb against your chin and forcing your lip free and your jaw open a bit. She watched as your eyes searched hers, breathing picking up slightly as she felt it against her hand, which remained on your chin. You swallowed harshly, trying to fix your suddenly very dry throat. If her closeness from before wasn't bad enough, now you were expected to keep yourself together when you had to look into the woman's eyes as her presence completely enveloped you, blocking out everything else besides it?

"S-Sister?" you whispered when Jude's fingers left your chin and instead brushed up your jawline and against your cheek. But her own breath caught slightly when you subconsciously tilted your head towards her fingers, causing them to twitch against your skin. And the tiny smile that you gave her almost made her completely break. So she dropped her hand from your face, using her now free fingers to grasp at the collar of your shirt, holding it tightly. The sudden jostling movement made you blink a few times in surprise; "What are you doing to me?" The words were whispered and almost silent, and you felt her warm breath on your face as she leaned an inch closer, her chest now brushing against yours every time she took a breath in and making your skin heat up slightly.

Your own hands quivered beside you, itching to move to her waist, her shoulders, her neck, her anything, just somewhere on her body, but you didn't want to make her uncomfortable so you pushed the desire down, instead clutching at your jeans. Jude never once let go of your collar as you whispered back "I don't know what you mean, Sister." The older woman pressed against you just a little bit closer, now not even having to do anything for her chest to hit your own, one leg coming to rest between yours and forcing them apart just a little bit further, and her free hand pressing against the wall behind you. The position just made you overly uncomfortable, but at the same time you didn't want her to move away.

"Oh I think you know exactly what I mean, y/n." Jude mumbled, her eyes somehow both stern and soft at the same time as they stared into yours, both of you unable to break away. "Perhaps," was all you could say, not really wanting to have to say it. You remembered Lana's words; 'She is a nun! She punishes people like us!' And couldn't help but to falter a bit, licking her lips nervously. But you saw the way Jude's eyes always fell to them every time you did so, how she was pressed to your body, leaving practically no space between the two of you, so close you could feel her soft yet slightly erratic breathing on your skin.

Finally, when you refused to speak and confirm what Jude already knew, she made the move that could very well ruin her; her life, her career, her sanity. "I am going to lose my job." And then she pushed her lips against yours with urgency. Her eyes shut tightly with her sudden nerves, while yours stayed open for a moment. It was probably only a second but it felt like eternity at the sudden feeling, before you closed yours as well and pushed back just as hard. This kiss was firm and passionate, like the two of you would never have the chance to do it again, which might be true. Your head was pushed back so it was pressed completely against the wall, Jude's body somehow coming even closer to yours and you finally brought your hands to the woman's waist, the closest point of contact they could find, digging your nails slightly into her sides through the form-fitting habit she wore.

When you did so, you felt Jude's breath hitch just a moment and the hand she still had yet to remove from the collar of your shirt tightened just that much more, even as it pushed your chest back into the wall, urging a tiny whimper from the back of your throat. The sound clearly coaxed the woman on even more as she soon swiped her tongue across your bottom lip, which you parted almost instantly, allowing her to run it over your teeth for a moment before brushing against your own hesitantly; while she was more confident than before, she had still never done something like this with someone like you and that made her a bit nervous. You recognized this and attempted to alleviate some of her worries, brushing your fingers up and down her waist little bit, bringing your tongue up to meet hers, wrapping around it a bit like you had the candy cane that had made all of this happen. You'd have to thank Frank later.

After a moment Jude's hand finally fell from your collar and instead rested at your chin, tilting your head up just a bit before she parted from your lips and dragged them across your jaw and down to your neck. Her sudden boldness excited you, especially when she left a soft bite at the dip of your clavicle and neck, not hard enough to leave a prominent mark but enough to make sure you'd feel it and remember the night's activities later. You had to bite your lip to stop from letting out any noise when the woman licked a thin, hot line up your neck, from your collarbone up to your jaw, though you were sure the accelerated breathing it caused and the way you tilted your head to the side let her now just how much it affected you. The chuckle she let out against your skin also was enough evidence of that fact.

(side note, the idea of Sister Jude licking me may or may not turn me on a lil bit. But I won't confirm anything ;))

Finally she pulled away from you, but still pressed her forehead against yours, both of you breathing a bit heavier, though yours was worse than hers, and not yet meeting each other's eyes. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." Jude said, but you just swallowed and croaked "It's fine. I don't mind," your voice rough and huskier than normal. "I'm going to lose my job." the woman repeated, and you shook your head a bit, finally looking up see her properly and smiling gently. "I don't think you will. You're clever, I'm sure you'll be fine." you said, and Jude's lips twitched up in a half-smile, though it was still doubtful. She hummed quietly, pressing her lips back to yours for a few seconds and just relishing the feeling of them moving together so smoothly, like they were meant for each other.

When you parted again, you mumbled "God works in mysterious ways, Sister. This is no exception," as if you could read her very thoughts, and when you followed up with "You can't assume that this of all things will be your downfall. Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble." the woman blinked a few times in surprise. "Matthew six--" "Verse thirty-four." You finished her statement for her and again the nun looked at you in disbelief. She had always assumed you weren't very religious, so to hear you quote a bible verse word for word was shocking, to say the least.

"How do you know that?" You chuckled and replied "Because I read the bible when I was a child." Jude smiled, a real smile this time, and again crashed your lips together, heated like the first, pouring all of her emotions into it, trying to convey all that she felt for she didn't know what words to use to do so. And you responded in tandem, removing one hand from her waist so you could place it at the back of her neck, holding her close as you quickly managed to take the lead, pushing past her lips to once again run against her tongue, curling around it and beginning a fight for dominance, not ready to give in to her completely, but also allowing her enough leeway to still hold some power over you. Because she was still your superior, and you didn't let yourself forget that.

When you eventually were forced to part for lack of oxygen, you still stayed close, lips brushing against each other every so often and your breaths mingling between you. "This...This is not smart," Jude finally mumbled, but you waved her worries away quick enough with another quick peck and "Maybe not. But who said we had to be smart all the time?"

This was not a good idea. But neither of you cared at that moment, because it didn't matter. You had each other now, and that's all that did.

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sapphicsfied · 3 years

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I won't be ashamed

[Sister Judy MartinxSanctify, Years and Years]

TW: internalized homophobia, self harm

Judy delicately wrapped her long, bony fingers around her coif and removed her veil, letting a cascade of golden curls fall wildly all over her shoulders.

She took off her tunic, sighing softly at the sight of her red lingerie.

Closing her eyes, the nun pictured undoing her lover's gown as she hungrily kissed her way down to her naughty bits.

The desire, when it has become fertile, gives birth to sin; in turn, sin, when it has been carried out, brings forth death. James 1:15.

Judy's eyes snapped open, nervously looking at her mirrored reflection, a wrenching feeling quickly building up in her stomach. Shame, disgust, guilt. Don't break.

It was imperative that the nun exorcised those sinful thoughts which had been ravishing her brain.

She shakily opened the cabinet's drawer and reached for a razor blade.

Sanctify your body with pain. Sanctify the love that you crave.

She caressed her skin with the piercing cold blade, gathering the courage to make the first cut. At first, she only grazed her skin, but as her self loathe grew she cut deeper and deeper, her tears merging with her blood.

As the blade tore her flesh, arising a burning pain all over her bloody limb, Judy remembered the first time she pressed her lips against the other woman's. It felt like she had filled her lungs with fresh air after being trapped in a dark, empty room for years on end. Those plump lips had become her home, where she felt safe, warm, wanted. That woman had given her more than the church, or Jesus or God ever did. She had saved her from herself.

Judy hastily got dressed and walked fast-paced to her lover's cell. She gently grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her into a long and passionate kiss.

Honor men of all sorts, have love for the whole association of brothers, be in fear of God, honor the king. Peter 2:17

"I won't be ashamed", she smiled, "never again."

AN: This didn't turn out as I initially thought it would and I'm not sure i like it :/ Also, it was meant to be longer. Anyways, I hope y'all don't hate it!

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lana-b-bana · 5 years

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Preference: Jessica’s Characters When You Wear Their Clothes

CONSTANCE LANGDON:

Constance would be surprised and wouldn’t make a big deal of it. She thought you would like nice—though she would be worried about other people’s thoughts—but at times, her cockiness would kick in. Constance would think to herself that no one could pull off her clothes like she did.

“You’re not looking too shabby, Y/N.”

SISTER JUDE MARTIN:

Jude would be pleasantly surprised and embarrassed. She would take your action as you saying that you were “hers” . . . almost a part of her, almost. So when she found you in her bed, wearing her shirt, all Jude would do is blink rapidly and smile.

“You look nice.”

FIONA GOODE:

Fiona would love when you wore her clothes. Though a quite selfish person, she wouldn’t mind sharing whatever you wanted with you. The act was all possessive, especially when you walked out in something clearly expensive, your neck covered in hickeys.

“Here, wear this today.”

ELSA MARS:

Elsa would have a reaction similar to Fiona. She would enjoy how it signaled to other people that you were hers. Besides that, you were quite a fan of her fur coats, and she enjoyed sharing them. It was almost a compliment to Elsa that you liked her clothes that much.

“Which coat do you want today, darling?”

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this blog is strictly multifandom, but that does not mean that i don’t play favorites for certain fandoms/characters. so there will most definitely be more writings for certain characters and fandoms.

requests: are closed, but thots are always welcome!

in no way shape or form should minors be interacting with anything on or posted to this blog. this is an 18+ space. anon hate and celebrity discourse also has no place here, so please respect that. if you are racist, homophobic, bigoted, zionist, islamphobic, judgmental to what people enjoy writing/reading, can’t depict fiction from real life, you will be blocked.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞…

rpf, necrophilia, incest, pregnancy, daddy/little play, age play, spitting, kitten, bimbo!reader, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, underage scenarios, alpha/omega, domestic violence, kid fics, male!character x male!oc, i hate the word ‘doll’ as a pet name so i avoid it like the plague.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞…

smut (refer to the above list when it comes to this), fluff, age gaps, poly/threesome+, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, yandere, toy play, cheating (to a certain degree), blood play, knife play, some bdsm, breath play, violence, gore, capture x captive, hunter/prey, praise and degradation, power imbalance, step siblings, supernatural, villainary, choking, mommy/daddy kink (to an extent).

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒.

marvel ↷

miguel o’hara, hobie brown, marc spector, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, peter parker (all variants), yelena belova, joaquin torres, doctor strange, wade wilson, carol danvers, eddie brock, scott lang, hope van dyne, kate bishop, hela, pietro maximoff, logan howlett, wanda maximoff, steve rogers, kraven, cable, druig, makkari, thena, blade

dc universe ↷

dinah lance/black canary, diana prince, clark kent, pamela isley/poison ivy, arthur curry/aquaman, harley quinn, adrian chase, pattinson!bruce wayne, edward nashton/the riddler

top gun: maverick ↷

jake 'hangman' seresin, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, javy 'coyote' machado, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, natasha 'phoenix' trace, beau 'cyclone' simpson, reuben 'payback' fitch

star wars ↷

poe dameron, finn, kylo ren/ben solo, bo-katan kryze, din djarin, young!han solo

scream ↷

ethan landry, stu macher, billy loomis, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, amber freeman, tara carpenter

bridgerton ↷

anthony bridgerton, colin bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, kate sharma, simon basset, phillip crane

house of the dragon ↷

ser harwin strong, daemon targaryen, aemond targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen

american horror story ↷

cordelia goode, tristan duffy, michael langdon, harry gardner, madison montgomery, kit walker, xavier plympton, ally mayfair-richards

etc shows ↷

villanelle, lip gallagher, tommy miller, carmy berzatto, luca (the bear), kate parks, daisy jones, billy dunne, warren rhodes, geralt of rivia, love quinn, max wolfe, olivia benson, roman godfrey, dream the endless, lucifer (sandman), jonathan pine, mira phillips, the salesman (squid game), hwang jun ho (squid game), kim geon-woo (bloodhounds)

movies ↷

john wick, finnick odair, peeta mellark, johanna mason, han lue, cipher, walter de ville, tangerine, dave lizewski, thomas sharpe, james conrad, neil (tenet), edward cullen, millie / molotovgirl, dante reyes, thrandull, steve kemp, charlie swan, marquis vincent de gramont, keys (free guy), akira (john wick), beverly marsh (it two), ben hanscom (it two), keith (barbarian), frank (don't worry darling)

adam driver ↷

kylo ren/ben solo, adam sackler, flip zimmerman, phillip altman, charlie barber, henry mchenry, commander mills, rick smolan, officer ronnie peterson, matt the radar technician, clyde logan, paterson, jude

oscar isaac ↷

santiago garcia, poe dameron, nathan bateman, jonathan levy, william tell, blue jones, rydel keener

pedro pascal ↷

din djarin, javier peña, frankie morales, javi gutierrez, joel miller, dieter bravo

chris evans ↷

ransom drysdale, lloyd hansen, andy barber, ari levinson, frank adler, steve rogers, jake wyler

#faq #who i write for #guidelines #fandoms #dni

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