‘You open your mouth to apologize yet again but his demeanor tells you it’s a lost cause. If nothing you say will remedy the situation, you’ll have to use other means.
Coming up behind him and resting your hands on his shoulders, you lean down and say in a sultry voice, “How about I make it up to you hmm?” as you slowly wrap your arms around him and rest your cheek against his.
Jacob seems to consider it a moment as he pauses in his cleaning to tilt his head towards yours and the sly grin that comes across his face tells you whatever he had just thought of doesn’t bode well for you.
“Strip” he orders in a clipped tone, eyes narrowing and looking directly into yours. You swallow nervously. He was definitely upset with you.”’
confession [@datnovice]
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Hello my darlings!
I joined the bordello to simply make graphics for all of your marvelous confessions and here I am writing a full length fic instead—my first one in 8 years as a matter of fact! This marble has been rolling around in my head for quite some time now. What I thought would be a short idea dump quickly took on a life of its own. Signore Frye certainly has that effect on people. 😏 I believe this is our first gender neutral reader insert fic for him as well!
Special thanks to Shao Jun for proofing and the wonderful comments she left along the way. Thanks to Signora Paola as well for the cover gif. 💜
AO3 link is at the end in case anyone would like to do me the honor of giving kudos, bookmarking, or leaving a comment! 😊
~Sister Teodora
