#I mean I definitely think they fucked at some point

[muqingslover]

Ok, so... this might be a bit of a +18 think piece, but... what do you think the lads men would have as their top 3 kinks? I started thinking about it after I read the Xavier somno one, lol. Maybe I'm crazy but I think Caleb would have blindfolds/rope play in his top 3 (on mc not on him, since he wants to see all of you but is very resultant to show all of himself back due to fear of rejection+ if mc is tied up she can't leave)

[ choosing only three was a lot harder than I thought whew. Also, I'm testing out different layouts rn so don't mind me (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ]

Xavier

Predator/Prey Play: This guy is the literal definition of wolf in sheep's clothing. What gets him going is the thrill of the hunt and the turntables (his specialty), which is why he will often let you think you're in control and have your fun teasing him only to then pounce when you least expect. If you run from him then you better pray he won't catch you or not.

Exhibitionism: This might be a hot take but walk with me. Xavier is a very jealous man so he won't ever allow anyone to actually see you, buuuut he is very into letting others know you belong to him. You gotta leave for a mission with someone else? Not to worry, all he needs is 10 minutes in the bathroom stall. The bread guy is back at it again? It can't be helped, he'll just have to fuck against the door while he's knocking to show you're busy. He'd love to see you struggling (and failing) to keep your voice down and looks like a smug cat when others notice the marks he left on you.

Cunnilingus: This man eats pussy like a goddamn champ. He absolutely adores having your thighs wrapped around his head, to the point he finds it comforting, and the feeling of his tongue stretching open your dripping pussy for his cock later. Your taste is something he could have every day, which he will if you let him, and he takes pride when you're left a writhing, whimpering mess that begs for him to fuck you.

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Zayne

Bondage: The joke about him tying MC up with surgical knots was definitely not a joke. In my opinion, rather than the power rush over the control he has over you, what really gets him off is the trust you put in his hands. Bondage is all about having faith in your partner to never truly hurt you and knowing you see him that way makes him feel beyond special. Given the chance he'd love to have you wrapped in dark blue, silky ribbons and the aftercare is top tier with this guy.

Lingerie: For some reason I feel like Zayne is REALLY into seeing you wearing lingerie. Ladies, feel free to tease him by telling him you're wearing one, but not letting him see until he's home much later. He'll spend the entire day imagining what type of lace you have under your clothes and he pretty please asks you to strip for him as a reward for waiting.

Phone Sex: Another one I just have a feeling it's his thing. I mean, he is a busy man and sometimes it can't be helped, people have needs yk. He'd like the feeling of knowing you think of him as much as he does of you when the other is not around. The photos you send and the sounds of your needy whines right next to his ear goes straight to his cock and he is mortified when the post-nut clarity hits him and he realizes what he did in his own office.

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Caleb

Overstimulation: I'm an overly sensitive Caleb truther. The overstimulation has his head spinning so good that he can barely form a coherent thought that isn't your name while he slams into your pussy for the nth time like a desperate man. He doesn't want to simply break you he wants to break together, to the point neither of you can think about anything else besides how good it feels.

Roleplaying: I've lost count of the amount of times we've seen him and MC roleplaying and this man will unironically take it to the bedroom. It starts as a joke where he's only doing it to make you laugh, but then he won't allow you to break character and will edge you until you say your "lines" correctly. Forceful and cold soldier? Check. Teasing and pervy Gege? of course. A loving and gentle husband? Sign him up. Strict teacher? No need to ask twice.

Brat Taming: Now defying Caleb is the equivalent of waving a red flag in front of a bull and you better run because when he catches you you're done for. He needs you to need him as much as he needs you and if he has to break you for you to admit it then he will. The rush of being the one in charge and "taking care" of you in a way no one else will is enough to have his cock throbbing.

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Sylus

Breeding AND Biting: These two go hand in hand every time you have sex with him. He craves to have a family with you but, more than anything, he wants you to be as full of him as his heart is of you. He wants you to be so filled with his cum that he has to keep his cock inside otherwise it'll leak out of you. He absolutely enjoys the slippery mess your warm insides become when he rocks his hips into you, slowly but deep, pushing his cum even further into your womb and hoping you'll get pregnant.

Body Worship: I've said it once and I'll say it again: Sylus is a lover boy! ! ! Each kiss on your skin is an offering, a promise and a worship. He wants to know the parts of your body not even you do and give you the love you deserve. The praises he whispers against your body are similar to a prayer and he could spend years exploring every inch of you without ever getting tired. You're the very reason for his existence and any less is just unacceptable.

Size: This guy is not only big but he's also very large. He is a softie who likes to tease you about how small you are compared to him while he holds your hand and pretends he doesn't hear your complaints about him suffocating you after the draped his heavy body over yours. That feeling of satisfaction extends when he has to gently coo you and kiss your tears away while he's spreading your little hole open. He can't help the fangy grin on his lips when he feels his cock bulge on your tummy and he holds your hand over the spot so you feel how deep he is inside of you as well.

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Rafayel

Rough Sex: Another controversial take but I feel like he's a secret sadist just not the extreme type. Man can flip his demeanor from "harmless babyboy" to intimidating sea god in a split second who knows what else he's hiding under that purple wig. He'll keep an almost cold demeanor while he coaxes whimpers out of you in the best way and a wicked smirk spreads across his face at the sight of your tears, spurring him on until he's completely broken you.

Food Play: That's definitely one way to make sure he actually eats. Having you be his meal will make him hungry like never before and oh he absolutely will feast (this may or may not be a reference to this). He makes a point of not using his hands while licking along your skin, tasting the sweet chocolate before he left a purple mark on your thighs. Oh, this goes both ways so please pour wine on him and lick him clean ;)

Body Painting: I forgot if there's an actual English term for this but Rafayel would love to draw on your skin and watch you squirm each time the soft, wet brush went over your perked up nipples. He'd scold you when you move because you're making him smudge the lines and holds you in place with his free hand, warning you to stop or he'll take "extreme measures" to make you keep still. You are the only one he'd ever dare to call a masterpiece.

[aethersquid]

My opinion, years late:

Rincewind thinks it often but never says it; swearing uses breath better spent running.

Vimes hasn't said it since before Young Sam started learning to talk; if he lets himself say it away from home sooner or later he'll say it at home and Sybil will be quite cross.

Vetinari only says it when quoting someone. "I believe earlier you mentioned being 'fucked eight ways to Octaday' earlier? We can speak further in a week, when your schedule is less busy. Don't let me detain you."

Moist has said it under his breath, never aloud. It isn't witty enough.

Susan Sto Helit is much too well mannered, but if someone was really deeply getting on her nerves I could see her telling them to FUCK OFF

Nanny Ogg usually goes with some much more colorful phrases to mean the same thing, but on one memorable occasion someone asked her if she could make the hedgehog song a bit more family friendly.

Angua probably doesn't say it

Nobby has definitely said some variation of "fuck this, Fred, let's get some drinks"

Adora Belle Dearheart and Moist von Lipwig have been voted the most likely couple on the disc to say "Fuck you" "Alright, when?"

Granny Weatherwax I can't see saying it.

Maladict, I feel, definitely uttered the phrase "somebody get me some fucking coffee right fucking now" but considers this something of a low point.

The absolute number one most likely person on the disc to drop the f bomb is Alberto Malich, who I firmly believe swears so often that the dialogue we see in the books has been edited to tone it down.

I also could also imagine a disgraced black sheep of the Dibbler "family" arriving at a sort of Big Bill Hell persona. Difficult to identify as a Dibbler at all, were it not for his ability to consistently sell carts with shiny (on account of not being dry yet) coats of paint and two wheels that obviously aren't the same size.

No fucks to be found in Discworld books.

[isaisliterallyhim]

heyyyy love your fics <333

can you do sugar daddy Kaiser who's always been rude and rough with reader but one day when he realises he's falling in love with them he's really gentle, asking how they feel and praising them? if possible can you do fluff along with nsfw???

ahh hii anon!! thank uu i appreciate ur words <33 anywayss i love the plot ohh gosh ygs r so creative omg

"And all I wanna do is stay with HER"

ft. michael kaiser . sugar daddy! kaiser . ooc! kaiser lol... . ness is in the story omg! . is ness ooc! too... . yes ness is ooc asw . character development.? . eventual smut . sex gulp... . piv ! . afab! reader . mistreated! reader ... . fluff asw . unreliable narrator

wc: 1.0k

"she's annoying." kaiser grumbled, taking a sip of wine. ness looked at him, "[name] cares about you that's why." the magician tried to lighten the mood. clearly, it didn't work.

"she just wants fucking money." he retorted. ness frowned, "can't you look at it in a positive way.? at least she's trying. take a look at all the others you've had."

that sentence had kaiser reflecting for a bit. "huh. i suppose you have a point for once, ness." the prodigy felt himself get a little flushed. "you're treating her so rough, how often does she even ask for money.?" ness continued. "don't be so harsh man! she's trying..."

the emperor tsked. "if she's so 'perfect' you take her then." he grumbled. jeez this guy is really helpless man... ness looked at kaiser disgusted for the first time.

"keep acting like that and she's bound to become who you think she really is." ness thought as he picked himself up and left kaiser to his thoughts.

later within the night, kaiser found himself scrolling through your photos after sending you some money (oh need that.) it hit him you were gorgeous. pretty face with a kind heart.. he was going to go insane.

the more he scrolled the more he admired your beauty. you radiated an aura that he just couldn't place his finger on. perfection was a word too vague to describe it.

shaking his head, he set his phone down. hands on his head, he was wondering. what the literal hell was he doing.? all he's ever done was treat you like shit because he had such horrendous experiences with others.

i mean, you were like the others. you were just there for the money... and attention i guess. but there was something more to it. he was just to blind to see it. (tf r ur glasses for mihya bro.)

it was late — hella late. 2:32 A.M.? there's no way you'd come over right? so what the heck were you doing at his door in a matter of moments?

kaiser opened his door, surprised. "you — you actually came?" he asked, somewhat in disbelief. "i'm right here aren't i, dumbass.. plus you called." you shrugged.

the satin on the bed somewhat wrinkled as the both of you sat down. "um, so why'd you want me to come ove-" you were quickly interrupted by an apology. "[name], liebling. i'm sorry. i'm sorry for my behaviour, how i treated you. scheiße, i'm so fuckin' sorry."

he held your visibly smaller and softer hands. his hands feeling quite the opposite. you were kinda a dumbass, "wha — michael huh...?" you shook your head giggling, "what are you apologizing for?"

his gorgeous blue eyes stared into yours. "don't act coy with me, [name]. you don't need to forgive me. i'll do whatever for your forgiveness. please. do you want more money? gifts.? flowers..? wha.. god. what do you want?!" kaiser asked desperately.

you looked at him with a deadpan expression. god, has this man ever been treated alright.? "mihya, i don't really want anything. yea i mean i love money i mean — who doesn't love money. but i'm not here solely because of money." you sighed.

"yes, you have money is definitely a positive trait but, you have more to it. money isn't the only thing that makes you lovable." you continued to ramble. his hands released yours. you were caught in his embrace.

"mihya.?" you whispered. kaiser knew how scary it was to love someone. the amount of devotion you must give. the time and effort. one wrong move? it could all crumble.

his embrace got tighter, you were tensing a little bit up. was he gonna beat you like what the heck is goin' on?! he knew you were always running away from love, 'cause your daddy never gave you enough :((

hey, same for him as well, no? "meine liebe." kaiser breathed, "let's try again together. i'm done with the 'you deserve better' bullshit. i have the choice to be better and i'm taking it."

he loosened his embrace on you, hands on your shoulders. you met his gaze. all it could scream was blue of desperation. not going to even lie, most dedication you've seen in your whole life.

you were still skeptical — hell, i can't blame you! you've been mistreated all the time by partners, getting taken advantage of... what change is this rich and attractive man going to do? he has the money, the women ugh... thinking about it made your head hurt.

"what do you say, liebling. let me show you.?" he leaned in, mumbling into your ear. hah! as if you'd believe what he said and give him a chance.

kaiser would be lying if he said he didn't regret making up with you earlier. he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss you. hell! every bit of fiber within him missed you! his lips on yours, oh gosh. he's going crazy. :c

a little while after what was supposed to be a sweet make out, he found himself aligning his tip to your slit. you had glossy eyes as you stared back up at him. he had you pinned onto the bed...

"are you sure?" he asked stroking your stomach, his hands then tracing your curves. "fuu-uck. you're perfect." he mumbled. you nodded in response.

as he buried his length into your warmth he swore he got sent to heaven. "sh-shit.. scheißescheißescheiße...! please you're made for me..." he continued, his lips once more pressed onto yours.

nah, at this point his cock was stretching your opening... it hurt. kaiser broke off the kiss as he groaned, "you take me so damn well.. i'm sorry for being so horrid to you."

you were practically crying, was it cause the sex was good? cause of kaiser? you didn't know! "m-hya.." you sobbed out so sweetly. it was kaiser's last straw.

your walls were sucking his member in man..! how could he not..? your noises could kill him oh gosh! one last thrust and his length was kissing your womb :c "i'm sorry meine liebe, i-" the emperor didn't even get to finish his sentence as he finished in you <3

he pulled out just to push his fingers back in. admiring your form and expression. maaaan, kaiser couldn't ask for a better girl >< dawn came, so did kaiser, 'cept he n you came multiple times :3 kaiser could make it better. all he needed was just one more day with ya.

— ©isaisliterallyhim, 2025

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a/n: hey guys.. hey anon.. guess who's finally back heh... my writers block actually fried me so bad its diabolical man.. yes i lost motivation half way along w the plot tbf i had this in my drafts for 2 weeks or smth... i'm so sorry if this wasn't what y'all wanted ill cook for the future ones ;-; not proofread btw good GAWDDDD if kaiser was my sugar daddy man.. money and hes hot YES PLSS (no im nawt shallow but tuition fees are booty bro yall cant blame me.) yes this is all yap ALL MY NOTES ARE YAP OK </3 but um.. yay ilygs a lot mwa mwa <3

[bbokicidal]

All About You | SKZ [B.C.]

Summary: Chan as a Service Top

Headcanons Genre: Purely Smut Pairing: Bangchan x Afab!Reader Warnings: Submissive!Chan but not really.. Dominant!Reader? Neither parties are too dominant. Riding, Chan topping, Reader giving Chan instructions, etc.

The definition of a 'Service Top' fluctuates; To some it means a Top who wants to be bossed around and instructed, to others it means a Top who wants to fulfill their partners wishes even if they dislike the kink/fetish, and to some it's just a top who is softer than most dominants.

You realize after the first few times of having sex with Chan that he doesn't really like doing some of the things you've explored in the past; He's too shy to initiate anything unless he's tipsy, he's not super grabby, he refuses to pin you down or put his hand around your throat. He prefers to let you take the lead.

When questioned about it, he's so shy. He pushes his hands down between his thighs before reaching to rub at the nape of his neck, the tips of his ears pink as he gently explains to you that he's never really been an overly dominant person in the bedroom - and he's a little afraid you'll be disappointed. He's sexy, built like a God - and unwilling to take control of you.

But when you smile and reassure him that it's totally okay - that he doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to - he seems to relax. He looks over at you with the kindest, gentlest eyes and a smile that makes his dimples pop as you tell him that he's more than welcome to ask questions, tell you what he likes, etc. And he feels so over the moon just knowing you're not upset with him about it.

Chan's favorite position is you on top of him; Riding him until he's pink in the cheeks, his hands resting on your hips but not pushing or pulling at you. He loves seeing you on top, using his body just to please yourself and not caring much about how he feels (even if he is also in Heaven.) And, of course, sitting on his face. He's leaking cum just a minute or two after you begin to roll your hips down against his tongue. He's obsessed with it - loves being suffocated underneath you and letting you hump his mouth.

He gets off on you praising him. Not too much, though. He likes to hear how good he makes you feel, how you're going to get addicted to his cock because it fills you up so good - or how his body is just a toy for you to use to get off.

Actually, Chan really, really loves when you call him your toy. Only in the bedroom, of course. But he does get all blushy when you make comments like, "Think I might use a toy when I'm done cleaning up after dinner." and then spare him a glance. He knows exactly what that means and while you finish up dishes, he'll run to the bedroom to lay down and get ready for you.

He also loves being told what to do - that's the whole point of being a service top, right? Being told what to do, how to do it, when to do what.

Though, Chan prefers when you're more gentle with him when it comes to instructions. He likes when you ask him to do something instead of demanding it because it makes the moment feel more intimate, more romantic. It makes him feel more comfortable when he's on top of you.

If you're on top, he's fine with you barking at him to fuck up into you faster or harder - But if he's on top, please be gentle with your words. He's doing the best he can and he's there solely for your pleasure.

A lot of the times Chan doesn't even care if he gets off or not. If you're happy and three orgasms in while he hasn't even come once, it's totally fine! He doesn't mind because, again, he's there to please you and you only. He doesn't care if he gets to release or not.

But adding onto that, Chan can come just from you being pleased. If he's fucking you and you're whimpering, writhing, moaning out his name and creaming around his cock - Yeah, he's probably going to come. Not even from the feeling, though it is very nice, but from the fact that he's the one making you feel that good.

On the occasion that Chan does take control and takes the lead, which is mostly when you're too tired or stressed about something to boss him around, he's still as soft as ever - but he'll have sex with you in a more.. love-making manner. He wants to make sure you feel good still and especially during these moments he's more focused on your pleasure than anything else. He'll use your favorite toys, be gentler with you, kiss over your skin and whisper how much he loves you. He'll also be more vocal during these times because he knows just how much you love to hear his voice.

I really don't have much experience writing or actually experiencing anything service top related so I'm sorry if these aren't the best. I tried!

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[reinbouxsworld]

Hey so like sorry if you're the wrong person to say this to but I love Jamil's character so much and it makes me so mad that the fandom takes Kalim's side in his ob when they're so much more sympathetic to everyone else's ob situation. Like all the ob's are caused by trauma so no olympics but Jamil was Kalim's slave??? He was literally fighting to stop being his slave? To the son of a rich merchant family that could decide the fate of his whole family?? The stakes were so fucking high. Kalim not knowing says everything about his relative privilege and nothing about his innocence. Kalim's saving grace was his willingness to change when he learned, but that slave-relationship was multigenerational and Jamil had no guarantee it would happen if he "asked for his freedom". I think the fandom has some real inner reckoning to consider about why Kalim crying is more upsetting than Jamil's (and his family's) life.

OKAY I HAVE A LOT TO SAY ON THIS ONE.

﹙𝑡𝑤𝑠𝑡.﹚ ─ WHY JAMIL TRAUMA IS (BUT SHOULDN'T BE) DOWNPLAYED

﹙ or why i support jamil viper rights and wrongs﹚

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٬٬ I think the most obvious reason is that Kalim, by being a very kind and often naïve person, wins people over quickly (myself included). He’s sweet, kind, and honest. He just wants to have a good time with his friends—he’s easy to be around and talk to. More often than not, a "happy person" is easier to forgive than someone you’re not as close to.

But what do I mean by that?

Jamil is not used to being himself. He always has to manage and calculate his every step to ensure he doesn’t overshadow Kalim’s presence, even though, by merit, he could be in the spotlight (which, at this point, I see as an unspoken Viper family tradition). And it’s not just when Kalim is around — even when Jamil is alone, he’s still under pressure to maintain his facade. We do see glimpses of him sometimes, especially after the overblot, where he's a little bit more acidic, smug and sincere, but the reality is that his entire life has been shaped around a forced role. The most frustrating part of his story is that when Jamil got to NRC, he had a brief moment of freedom—only for it to be taken away again by Kalim’s overwhelming presence. And the worst part? He wasn’t even chosen to be there. Kalim literally bought his way into NRC just to be with Jamil. I don’t think people fully realize how hopeless that must have made an already frustrated teenager feel. He had no choice but to start over, once again masking himself under Kalim’s shadow.

I won’t go into the nuances of his initial actions leading up to the overblot, but they clearly show his frustrations, especially when he hypnotized Kalim to do his own work as a housewarden.

And then, right after all the resentment and fight, we get Kalim crying over his friend. Of course, as you said, Kalim’s willingness to change is a big reason why the fandom takes his side. It makes sense— he genuinely wants to be a good friend. But the frustrating part is that people still reduce Jamil to just "the scheming servant" while ignoring everything else we see in the chapter. Kalim’s willingness to change is important, but it doesn’t undo the years of pressure, resentment, and lack of autonomy Jamil has endured. At the end of the day, Kalim can change, but Jamil? He’s still bound by the same expectations, the same role, the same system.

If you don’t look deeper into each chapter, it’s easy to sum up an overblot with a simple explanation: "Riddle is acting like his mom," "Leona is throwing a tantrum because he’s not king," and so on. I think we are often drawn more to the breaking point than to the underlying cause of it. But in Jamil’s case, the most obvious problem is also the one people tend to overlook: Jamil was — and, by definition, still is —Kalim’s servant. More than that, all Vipers still are.

The reason Jamil seems "fine" is because, unlike the others, he can’t change the very thing that made him feel this way in the first place. To be clear, I’m not downplaying any of the other boys' trauma—I’m speaking from a storytelling and borderline objective perspective. Most of the other characters could change their circumstances if they wanted to (again, i'm not saying it is easy or simple). Many of them have the resources and/or support networks to do so. But Jamil doesn’t. Even after his overblot, while Kalim gets to grow and change, Jamil is still stuck playing the same role. He may have a little more space to breathe, but his reality remains the same—his life is still controlled by the Al-Asim family.

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[tkdbimagines]

Hey so... Me Again lol (which one? You'll never know). I had to come back to your inbox since I enjoy reading your stuff A LOT! and I had a thought. Cockwarming... Who enjoys it, who can stay like this for hours, who can't and instead ends in boomshakala with, ect? Or just with one ghoul of your choice as a little os. Go wild. Go creative. I just love your stuff

A/N: alright yeah i can work with this, lets see what we got here

Cockwarming Headcanons

Stays For Hours

Jin: I'm a lil torn here actually but I think he'd definitely use it as some sort of punishment at the very least, and if that's the case he's got all the patience in the world. He'll probably snap at some point but he's making damn sure you do first and he'll still make you wait after.

Tohma: Probably the best at it honestly, he's nothing if not a patient man AND he likes annoying you and causing you problems. He just likes seeing your frustrated face and lil sounds and it just makes him want to make you wait even longer :c.

Alan: He's got better patience than I think even he will give himself credit for, honestly. Though, I think he's mostly in it for the intimacy's aspect, not the sexual one. He just likes how close you feel because of it. That being said, if you start squirming around and teasing him, I cannot guarantee your safety.

Sho: Oh he's a bastard sometimes, he'll do it just to tease you. This is a source of amusement for him, he thinks its hilarious seeing how worked up you're getting just by him being inside you. Don't think whining or complaining will help it just finds it even better. He'll give in at some point, but it'll be a while.

Ren: Honestly put a game in front of him he might even forget he's inside you to begin with. It's probably some sort of cute bonding activity except for the you know. cockwarming aspect but it's fine. However he is one you can easily goad into fucking you if you move around a bit so have fun!

Ritsu: I feel like he'd just check out and start thinking about the cases he's working on JHGHJKJHJK. Like he's a lil insane like that but it helps keep him calm and patient which is good because otherwise you might be driving him insane, it's so fine. Probably another one you can goad by moving around just not as easily.

Subaru: Sweet sweet boy just likes feeling close to you, this is definitely 1000% just for the intimacy aspect he's not trying to tease you or anything he just likes feeling you :c. That being said he will never deny you anything so if you want him to do something he will but if not he's perfectly content staying like this for as long as possible!

Haku: Kinda similar to Tohma and Sho here, he's definitely doing this because he likes teasing you KJHGHJKLKJHG. He'd be the type to whisper filthy shit in your ear too while running his hands across your body to really rile you up while he was at it. He's a lil insane sorry to say but don't worry even he has his limits KJHGHJKJH.

Ed: This annoying ass vampire pretends he's too old to move. You know he's not, he knows you know he's not, but he's just like this he's irritating. That being said he'll also hold you in place so you can't move, wrapping his arms around you because 'you feel so nice he doesn't want to let go'. He will not let you win and is probably the one most likely to go literal hours godspeed.

Rui: I'm a lil torn on him too because I'm not sure how much he's really doing this to begin with, but I think he could if you wanted him to. Living with Ed gives you a lot of patience after all but the second you want more he's all for it so he's really just going by whatever you want.

Jiro: I mean, are we really surprised by this? He's so chill about everything so naturally he'd probably have an insane about of patience regarding this as well. And if he gets to enjoy seeing you squirm and let out little noises because of him, well, that's just a bonus c:.

Gives In

Luca: I think he would give it an honest try. I think like Rui he wants to do whatever it is you want him to, and if it's cockwarming, well he might not quite get it but anything for you! However, the feeling of you wrapped around him is so... He apologizes but quickly asks if he can move pretty soon after, though he does last a little bit at least!

Kaito: Alright we all knew he was going here, I'm not sure he'd last even a minute before having to move. He'd want to give it a genuine try, he would, but well. You probably both knew how this was gonna end when you asked him it's fine. It's worth it in the end anyway you both get to enjoy it <3.

Leo: Okay much like Sho, he's a bastard, even more so actually. However, he also doesn't have a lot of patience. So what I think he does, is he talks big, acting like he's not gonna move for hours or that he'll edge you for just as long, but in reality he does just enough to drive you insane so that you'll beg for him to move and it'll look more like he's giving you what you want rather than him giving in.

Haru: Don't do this to him, he's already stressed out as it is. Plus, he's got so much energy I don't think he could sit still long enough for it if he tried. If you do try to do this expect him to try to work you up even more, to convince him to let him move that way he can make both of you feel good :c.

Towa: I don't think this is Towa's thing honestly. Maybe as a more relaxing thing than anything else but I don't think he gets anything out of it. He much rather prefers moving inside you or maybe you moving on him, the specifics don't really matter much just anything other than staying still.

Romeo: Ha. Another one to talk big only this time he actually tries to follow through but can't. It's not his fault you feel so good clenching around him! He'll blame you for him not being about to last without moving, thrusting into you roughly while complaining about how insane you drive him.

Zenji: I think he's like Kaito, he'd want to try it for your sake but in reality, he just can't do it. He'd apologize like a thousand times for not being able to give you what you want but well, it's not like you're mad at this outcome either. He'll more than make up for it with multiple rounds as well so ! Alls well that ends well.

Lyca: Oh, poor boy does not get what the appeal is. He'll tell you straight up too when you ask him, he does not see what's so great about it. Once he tries it he gets it even less, why would he torture himself like this when you feel so good and he could be moving right now to make you feel good too? Yeah the frustration takes over on this one but it's so fine.

Yuri: Romeo part two, he talks so big and acts so tough but like. He's giving in we all know he's giving in. Once again he's very frustrated with not being able to live up to what he was saying, but well. Now you get to make up for it since you've wasted his time he could've spent researching for this nonsense. Either way do you really lose?

Weird Taiga Category

Taiga: It largely depends on how Taiga's feeling at that exact moment. Sometimes he won't bother with it at all and just starts thrusting rapidly the second he's inside you. Other times, he's got you close to tears before he even so much as moves a single inch, laughing at how pathetic you sound. You really do never know what you're gonna get with him which is why he had to be in his own category.

[f1cflcfic]

Won't Say I'm in Love (SMAU ft Lando Norris) part ii

pairing: lando norris x tennis player!reader (fem!y/n); past carlos alcaraz x tennis player!reader (fem!y/n)

summary: As a general rule, y/n does not date athletes. You've been there, done that - would not recommend. Besides, you definitely don't do love. There's no time in the world for complicated feelings when there's a career Grand Slam to be won. But what if your heart just refuses to listen?

genre: social meda/mixed au, friends to lovers

note: this is RPF and is obviously in no way, shape, or form reflective of real persons

series: part i

end of January, 2025

1st week of February, 2025

[Excerpt from Red Carpet interview]

Hi Y/N L/N! We're so glad to see you here. First of all, congratulations on your win at the Australian Open.

“Thanks so much! I’m really excited to have started the year this way.”

We’re excited too – and very happy that you could make time to come here to London for this. Your calendar must be incredibly full.

“I do try and always have a week off after the Grand Slams at least, but the WTA Tour schedule has definitely filled out over the years. It’s always a bit of a puzzle to both ensure I can play enough, win points, and at the same time strike that right balance in terms of fitness.  Both mentally and physically.”

And yet you’re adding work for yourself by not only being a top athlete, but now also a brand ambassador for Dior. What made you want to do this?

“It’s a really cool opportunity to just play dress up from time to time, to be honest. Plus, I love that they recognise athletes and sports can be high fashion, too. I always think of how incredibly inspiring Serena Williams is, both on and off the court for breaking boundaries and for showing that sports and fashion can go really well together.”

Did you get any time to relax at all?

"Weirdly, this almost feels relaxing to me, because of how much time you have to carve out and focus on yourself – without any performance target attached to it. But I’ve also taken some time to hang with my friends and family."

You’re turning 27 this year as well, and you’ve been a pro athlete for almost 10 years now. Obviously last year wasn’t the best for you, performance wise. Has that made you reflect on what those performance targets will look like in the future? What’s something you’ve learned in that time?

"I mean, the main goal for me would be to achieve a Career Grand Slam – and just play the best tennis that I can possibly play. And in terms of what I’ve learned, I would say that it’s to choose your friends, your team very wisely. Sometimes I’ve regretted missing major events, and sometimes I’ve regretted giving people too much room in my life. You need people who help you keep that balance.” People who keep you grounded, who tether you. Because being a pro athlete means you have to be really selfish from time to time, and it means sacrifice. I don’t see my baby niece as often as I’d like, for example. But it’s just the way it is."

2nd week of February, 2025

3d week of February, 2025

[Transcript excerpts of Quadrant video]

“Alright so we’ve got our pro-athletes here, ready to battle it out in a game of Wii Sports,” Max starts, quickly introducing Lando and Y/N.

“You are going to lose so bad, Norris,” she says.

“Oh I see, we’re already starting the trash talking,” he retorts. “Haven’t even started the game yet.”

“That’s half the fun, isn’t it? Are we also going to play Mario Kart after this, just to see if Lando has what it takes to beat me on there?” Y/N asks eagerly, turning to Max.

“No fucking way, you always cheat!” Lando exclaims, with Y/N heard protesting in the background. “No I don’t, I just use the shortcuts that exist in the game! That is legitimate!”

(...)

“Birdie gets a birdie,” Lando cheers, though Max quickly chides him for encouraging the competition. “What? It’s not like she’s going to do it again, she’s terrible at this game,” Lando adds, motioning at the otherwise abysmal golf score that Y/N’s Mii character has racked up.

“Hey! She is right here, and she is currently in the lead after winning the bowling and tennis already.”

(...)

“Do you feel good about beating up a girl?” Y/N pouts, after losing the boxing match between her and Lando. He immediately makes a face, spluttering out an indignant “no!” that elicits a laugh from Y/N.

“Alright, that’s enough from both of you. With Lando’s win, it’s now tied again with only baseball to go. We’ll allow you both to consult your coach before starting this next round.”

They both turn to their coach for the day, one of the other Quadrant members, before taking their places – Wii Remote and Nunchuk in hand.

“You ready?

“Ready,” they nod, looking incredibly competitive. They even try and push each other to mess up their scores, devolving into a tickle fight halfway through. “No, Y/N stop, stop, I can’t - I’m crying,” Lando laughs, face red with tears streaming down his face.

“Does that mean I win?” She looks up from where she’d all but tackled Lando onto the ground, but then Max just shakes his head.

“It’s very close – but you’ve got one more pitch to go. You’re gonna need to let Lando hit it, or at least try to.” As soon as the words come out of his mouth, he blanches. Y/N rolls her eyes but starts uncontrollably giggling nonetheless.

“I regretted it as soon as I said it,” Max apologises profusely, but the camera zooms in on Lando who’s trying to hide his face behind both his hands, wheezing as Y/N tries to stand up and compose herself. Once they’ve finally managed to continue, it’s Lando who has the tiniest edge over Y/N.

“Ugh, well. This better not be a bad omen for me this season, but I guess I’d quite like to see you win the championship, Norris.”

“That’s actually very sweet,” he slings his arm around Y/N’s waist, then cracks open the champagne and pours it out over the two of them, with Y/N shrieking loudly at the cold, stickiness.

"So glad that's not part of tennis traditions."

4th week of February, 2025

[Excerpt Exit Press Conference]

“BBC Sport here. Your track record on hard court against Iga is not the best, now with 4 wins and 5 losses. How does that affect your training moving forward?

"Well, it was really close – so I feel like those type of numbers don’t really mean that much when it comes down to just a handful of winners or errors. Iga and I have played each other quite often, and she’s just an incredibly strong player. There’s a reason she’s had a long run at #1 and has returned to that spot for now.

In terms of training, I mean, we’re moving to gravel soon so it’s a completely different ballgame. Literally. We might run into each other again at Indian Wells, so of course we’ll come up with a plan – but my focus is already shifting towards the next Grand Slam, to be honest.”

Question from ViaPlay. Indian Wells is of course known for being the Grand Slam of the West and it’s one of the few 1000s tours where both ATP and WTA players meet. Last year, you entered into the mixed doubles with your then partner. Is that something you’d consider doing again in the future?

"Thanks for the question, but no. I’m playing singles, I’m not ready to mingle – I’m ready to pringle."

Will you actually have time to pringle, as you say? Or is it straight back to training for you?

"I’m going to spend a few days just hanging out, especially because I now have an extra day off all of a sudden. So I’ll try to make the most of that, then switch gears. Thanks."

A/N: Hope this uploads from the airport!! lol - next part coming March 14th, featuring Indian Wells, an interview faux-pas by Y/N, and of course some very fast cars 👀

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[inkshadow]

"definitely hands on. i like to feel their last breath under my fingertips, you know." admittedly a little morbid but with a softer grin still on his face, he hopes to steer clear of any sort of fear factor. especially as they're starting to wind through the hilly countryside a bit, shrouded in darkness with nothing but bright headlights to guide them through. "you said it was a win-win, i might as well enjoy it, right? well, up until the point you call him dad. that's when i either mute the video or close out of it to finish on my own." because surely she can't expect to send something like that without even a little bit of audience participation, right? hypotheticals will remain hypotheticals, however, so answering his tiny blips of worry is just wasted energy. "yeah? you think so? god, that's really fucking sad in general that someone like me is out here making you feel better. you really don't deserve the ghost treatment, este. you're a lot of fun to be around, you make damn good jokes, and everything's just been real with you. for some reason, that's hard to come across these days. maybe that's why i'm being 'pretty sweet'," jesper remarks back with quotes, just because he doesn't want to get her hopes up just yet. there's always times to make things worse, even if he doesn't mean to at times. "... can i actually ask you the same thing then? why did you decide to come outside to hang out with the guy dating your sister? i thought you'd be happier in your bedroom. i fully expected you to say 'no', honestly."

“i see, so now the truth comes out… out of curiosity, what’s your method? are you like a ghostface guy with a weapon or are you more hands on? i feel like i deserve to know if i’m going to be next on your list.” he does have a point — it could be considered idiotic to go galivanting around with a relative stranger in the middle of the night — but in her defence, stopping at a store to buy her snacks first doesn’t seem like the sort of move a killer would make. then again, she’s no expert. “the immersion? you’re supposed to be proven wrong by the whole thing, not imagining that you’re involved somehow. you should be devastated that i’m about to win again. that’s what it’s all about.” or it was at the beginning, but once again, este finds that their conversation has somehow taken on connotations that nobody else in their position would be allowing. surely it doesn’t count as a true misdeed if it’s not actually going to happen though, right? “oh… i mean, i was having a good time too. obviously. the dinner might have ruined the vibe, but that wasn’t your fault. if anything, you were the one who made what would have been a completely miserable night a little nicer for a while, so… thanks.” taking a bite of another pretzel is a good excuse to stay quiet for a beat so she can gather her own thoughts. “and thanks for checking in. i don’t want to ruin the reputation you’ve built for yourself as an asshole so i’ll stay quiet, but you’ve actually been pretty sweet.”

[natsredbra]

I firmly believe Natalie would be a switcher...maybe leaning towards a soft dom(??) I believe this more thinking about a relationship wlw

Anyway I like that thought🙂

I think Natalie would be a very sweet sub, just little moans and soft whimpers. She's not the loud type in bed and initially she's not very talkative either, I think she would feel a little shy at first but once she's more comfortable having sex with you and stimulated enough this girl would definitely become more verbal, begging for more and telling you how good it feels or how good you're making her feel <3 she doesn't say it out loud, it's more in a low breathy way.

Also as much as I find the idea of degradation arousing, I don't think she would like it...it just brings back bad memories for her :(( this girl grew up being called names and hearing her own father calling her the most horrible things a father could call a daughter, so I really think this would be a big no for her and might make her panic a little😕 like, imagine not knowing this and calling her a slut during sex and she just slightly panics, asking you to stop what you were doing and pushing you away before you even had time to reason what was happening :(( she would be putting on her clothes and leaving as fast as possible, not even giving you an explanation and leaving you feeling guilty...she will avoid you for a while before she gets the courage to explain what happened that day, she will probably cry a little too, but that's only if you were in a serious relationship, otherwise she would avoid you like the plague and make up any excuse.

okay okay first im 1000000% sure that Nat is a switch but me personally i think she’s sub leaning

and yes, she’s not loud, especially in the beginning she thinks it’s embarrassing and you quite literally have to take your thumb and release her lip from her teeth so that she doesn’t hurt herself

but after A LOT of talk and reassurance and you telling her how hot you think it’d all be, she starts to let loose a little, even involuntarily at some point (who cheered), but she’s still pretty quiet

yes, as a total degradation girlie unfortunately i have to a agree, for nat it’s a hugeeee fuck and to the NO. getting degraded or degrading her partner, doesn’t matter

imagine letting it slip out in the heat of the moment and this poor girl looks at you like you just slapped her across the face

immediately getting off of you and rushing out, no matter how much you try to chase her half naked or anything she won’t utter a single word, and you’re not sure what you did to fuck up this bad.

whenever you try to talk to her she avoids you and makes some half assed excuse, and after days of trying you come to the realization that you’re gonna have to let her come to you.

baby she won’t cry a little, this girl will sob and yell and get mad and sad and just have a huge emotion vomit (im not sure that’s a way to say it but yk what i mean) and get such ptsd…….you feel so shitty about hurting her this much, and extremely guilty you didn’t even consider it

would break up with you if it was a small fling or in general not long and serious, but if it was she’ll work on trusting you again

when you do eventually have sex all you do is praise her and be sweet, and she fucking mellows in it

[xanneeeyyyy]

Stupid Cupid! Stop picking on me

⊹ °ʚ☆ɞ°.⭒₊.⊹ °ʚ☆ɞ°.⭒₊.⊹ °ʚ☆ɞ°.⭒₊.⊹ °ʚ☆ɞ°.⭒ ⊹ °ʚ☆ɞ°.⭒₊.⊹ °ʚ☆ɞ°.⭒₊.⊹

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo x F!Reader

Synopsis: After a great date, you had the dumbest idea ever—serenading your explosive boyfriend in the middle of the night just to see his reaction.

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It was late evening, the air cool and crisp as you and Katsuki strolled back to the dorms after your date. The streets were quiet, save for the occasional car passing by, the soft hum of the city settling into its nighttime rhythm. Your boyfriend, Katsuki, walked beside you with his hands shoved into his pockets, his scowl ever-present, but not the angry kind—it was more of a comfortable scowl, the kind that meant he was content, even if he’d rather combust than admit it. The city lights cast a warm glow over the quiet streets, and the atmosphere was just... perfect.

Too perfect.

And that’s when the dumbest idea struck you. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you took a deep breath and—

🎶 Stupid Cupid, you’re a real mean guy~ (Stupid Cupid) 🎶

Katsuki’s entire body jerked to a stop, his head whipping toward you with an expression so alarmed you’d think you just announced you were dropping out of UA to become a jazz singer.

“…The fuck?” he muttered.

🎶 I’d like to clip your wings so you can’t fly~ (Stupid Cupid) 🎶

His scowl deepened. “What the fuck does that even mean?!”

Oh, this was going beautifully.

🎶 I’m in love and it’s a crying shame~ (Stupid Cupid) 🎶

Your hands crossed over your chest, as you swayed your hips down, putting all your heart and soul into the performance. Katsuki’s jaw physically dropped. Like, an honest-to-God, cartoon-style jaw drop. You could almost hear the boing sound effect in the background.

“Oh, HELL no—“

🎶 And I know that you’re the one to blame~ (Stupid Cupid) 🎶

"ME?!" he squawked, pointing at himself like you had just accused him of high treason. "What the fuck did I do?!"

🎶 Hey hey, set me free! 🎶

You spun again, letting go of his hand for extra dramatic flair, arms wide open like you were the main character in a grand, romantic musical. Katsuki looked around in sheer panic, like someone—anyone—was witnessing this disaster unfold.

Spoiler: They weren’t.

🎶 Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me! 🎶

"OH MY FUCKING GOD—" Katsuki groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "OI—WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" He barked, grabbing your arm—only for you to spin out of his grasp like a professional dancer and keep going. You giggled, skipping a few steps ahead, enjoying how his ears were definitely turning pink. But you weren’t done yet.

Not even close.

You then spotted a park up ahead—a perfect little stage just waiting for you.

You gasped. This was fate.

"DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE—"

Oh, but you dared.

Without hesitation, you bolted towards it, hopping onto a bench with the grace of a Broadway star.

🎶 I can’t do my homework and I can’t think straight~ 🎶

Katsuki scoffed. “YEAH, NO SHIT. YOU’RE EMBARRASSING AS HELL RIGHT NOW.” His explosions crackled to life in his palms. His whole body radiated chaos.

You? You just kept going.

"AND FUCK— DUMBASS, QUIT MOVIN' AROUND LIKE THAT!"

🎶 I meet him every morning 'bout a half past eight~ (Stupid Cupid) 🎶

"HEY—ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!"

🎶 I’m acting like a lovesick fool~ (Stupid Cupid) 🎶

You clasped your hands over your heart, dramatically wilting like you had been struck by Cupid’s arrow in real-time. "YOU’RE ACTIN’ LIKE A DAMN LUNATIC, THAT’S WHAT!" Katsuki let out a long, suffering sigh, scrubbing his face aggressively with his hands. "You ARE a fool,"

🎶 You’ve even got me carrying his books to school~ (Stupid Cupid) 🎶

"WHOSE BOOKS?! WHO THE FUCK IS HE?! YOU TALKIN’ ABOUT ME OR SOME OTHER SHITHEAD?!"

Your hips swayed, hands clutching at your chest as you twirled dramatically. Katsuki looked one second away from combusting.

🎶 Hey hey, set me free! 🎶

"FUCKIN’ STOP, PRINCESS!"

🎶 Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me! 🎶

Katsuki’s entire soul left his body for a moment. His hands fisted in his hair. His mouth opened and closed, but no words came out—only strangled, painful noises. He stood there, arms crossed, glowering. But his glare didn’t stop you. If anything, it fueled you.

THIS IS MY LIFE NOW. THIS IS WHAT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH. He thought to himself

He groaned again, louder this time, like the universe was actively punishing him.

🎶 You mixed me up for good right from the very start~ 🎶

🎶 Hey, go play Robin Hood with somebody else’s heart~ 🎶

"WHO THE FUCK IS ROBIN HOOD?! WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT—"

🎶 You got me jumping like a crazy clown~ (Stupid Cupid) 🎶

Katsuki twitched violently. "I'LL GIVE YOU A DAMN CRAZY LUNATIC CLOWN AND COMMAND IT TO HAUNT YOU EVERY NIGHT THAT I’LL EVEN DENY YOU FROM GETTING CUDDLES WHEN YOU GET FUCKING SC—"

🎶 And I don’t feature what you’re putting down~ (Stupid Cupid) 🎶

🎶 Since I kissed his loving lips of wine~ (Stupid Cupid)

He froze.

🎶 The thing that bothers me is that I like it fine~ (Stupid Cupid) 🎶

His face went bright red. His explosions stuttered in his palms. He looked one second away from completely imploding on himself.

🎶 Hey hey, set me free! 🎶

"YOU LITTLE—"

🎶 Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me! 🎶

As the last note left your lips, you struck a grand pose, throwing your hands high into the air like a true performer finishing their masterpiece. Then, with a smug smirk, you eyed Katsuki—and more importantly, his hands.

You wiggled your fingers. He scowled, blinking. "What?" You wiggled them again, tilting your head toward his very capable fire-producing hands. Realization dawned on him. His face twisted into an expression of pure betrayal. "Oh, hell no—" You pouted dramatically, batting your lashes at him. His eye twitched. "I’m not—" You kept staring.

"—Dumbass, you seriously—"

More staring.

Katsuki made a sound so guttural it could have come from the depths of his soul. His hands flexed. His palms sparked. His pride cracked in half.

And then—

BOOM!

Golden fireworks erupted from his palms, lighting up the night sky in a spectacular, dazzling display. A perfect ending to your perfect performance. You clapped, giggling. "There it is! You do love me!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" he barked, face the color of a tomato. "I only did it so you’d stop looking at me like that!”

"Mm-hmm." You hopped down from the bench, grabbing his hand. You grinned up at him. "So? What’d you think?" For a second, silence. Just Katsuki, standing there, still so red it was hilarious. "Tch." He rubbed the back of his neck aggressively. "You're such a pain in the ass."

You smirked, "A cute pain in the ass who makes your heart go boom boom~"

"I’M GONNA FUCKING LOSE IT,"

You giggled. "You were watching me like a lovesick fool~"

"I WAS NOT—"

You poked his cheek. "Don’t be shy suki~"

"FUCKING STOP—"

"Awwww, you’re so cute when you’re flustered!"

Katsuki groaned so loudly that birds scattered from the trees. "WHY DO I EVEN LIKE YOU?!" You squeezed his hand. "Because I make your life interesting~”

"I SWEAR TO GOD—"

As you both walked back to the dorms, Katsuki still grumbling under his breath, you suddenly squeezed his hand a little tighter and looked up at him with a soft smile.

You glanced up at him with a soft smile before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. "I love you, Suki," you murmured, your voice warm and teasing. Katsuki froze. His entire body went stiff, and for a moment, you thought he might actually combust on the spot. His ears turned a dangerous shade of red, and his grip on your hand tightened just a fraction. "...Tch." He exhaled sharply, still looking away. Then, in a gruff, almost reluctant mumble, he muttered, "I love you too, dumbass."

You blinked, then grinned way too wide. "Awwww! That was so—"

"Shut up," he grumbled, dragging a hand down his face. "Just—don’t do that shit again! Singing in the middle of the night like a damn lunatic—"

"But you loved it," you teased, nudging him. "and oh please, if you really wanted me to stop, you could’ve just thrown me over your shoulder and carried me off," You tilted your head, giving him a knowing look. "But you didn’t."

Katsuki's eye twitched. "That’s not the damn point!" You grinned wider. "No, the point is you secretly wanted me to finish my cutesy performance,"

"LIKE HELL I DID—"

"Yet instead of physically stopping me," you continued, ignoring his outrage, "you just stood there ranting while watching me like a lovesick fool."

"I WAS NOT—"

"Like a grumpy little firecracker in love~"

"SHUT IT"

Giggling, you squeezed his hand. "You know you love me, Katsuki."

He groaned, looking away as his ears somehow got redder. "Fucking unfortunately."

And with that, hand still in his, you continued your way back to the dorms—Katsuki grumbling the whole time, but still squeezing your hand just a little tighter.

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A/N: I hope you enjoy this new piece! Let me know your thoughts in the comments. Also, thank you for all the love and support—it truly warms my heart to see you reading my work. Some of you may be familiar with this scene—I actually referenced it from a K-drama (though I totally forgot the title), but yeah, that was it HAHAHA.

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[the-dragon-mizu]

hey uh

sleep token tumblr, i might be stupid, especially bc im not really keeping up with this, but has anyone actually looked into the house names?

like, the sheer narrative foils that these two are is kinda crazy

first up, house viridian:

“the house must endure”

symbolized by dual blades, characteristics include nobility, warriors, strength

fight response

said trait of nobility is further supported by the use of the word “house”, a formal organization of a sort, typically of the religious variety. it can also refer to a college at a university (britain, very formal)

color: green, symbolizes renewal, growth, tranquility

now, the feathered host:

“the cycle must end”

symbolized by a feather, characteristics include freedom, creativity, peace

flight response

now, as for the word host, this one is a bit loosey-goosey. two meanings stick out the most to me:

1. as in, someone who entertains guests

or 2. (and maybe this is just the religious trauma) host can refer to an army. its an archaic definition but vess’s a nerd so that wont stop him. also, in christianity, the angels (hey look, feathers) are commonly called “the heavenly host”. also, they’re god’s army

color: white, symbolizes surrender, purity, innocence

both the house and the host share a color in this yellow-gold color. yellow is weird, because of the sheer amount of negative associations with the color, especially a color like the one shown on both icons

it can mean jealousy, sickness, and deception

on a more positive note, it can also mean hope, happiness, and energy.

so, here me out:

we get told “behold, a divide” and that’s it, yeah?

it sets you up to think that the two are opposites, but i don’t think that that’s true. i think that the difference is more methodical than anything.

this becomes especially apparent when looking at it on the basis of instinctual responses. fight and flight are seen as fundamental opposites, but they both have the goal of keeping you alive, and that’s what i think is going on here

same goal, different methods.

hell, they both sit there and subvert expectation after expectation. the host, which seems peaceful at first impression, is potentially an army. the house, which seems based around fighting, may potentially be a damn college.

here’s my theory:

both are attempting to survive some world-changing event. fuck if i know what it is, i dont have the graphic novel, but it happened. at a guess, the house is trying to keep as many traditions alive as possible, and the host is trying to rebuild from the ground up, letting everything go in the process. neither attempt is inherently bad or good, there are pros and cons to both of them.

this can also be applied to mental health, if you really want to have fun! a sort of, “at what point do you cling to what you know, and at what point do you give up everything and rebuild yourself anew?” type beat. that’ll be fun to chew on if im right

[mar3ggiata]

the night of the tarantula - 6

simon riley x oc

'do not put an innocent or honest person to death, for I will not acquit the guilty'

Like her encounter with Ghost gave ger new strength, Eva was back to the interrogation room the following evening, and she looked like a fucking tidal wave. It never failed to amaze him, how good looking she was, how her makeup, her earrings, the wave of her hair, it made her look like a painting, like she was made of glass, like she was an actress.

He had some work to attend to, he wasn’t put in charge of surveillance when she came back to base to work. She had 3 patients that day. He knew cause he looked at her schedule, he knew everything. It was an obsession at this point, knowing. And filling the gaps, she must have skipped lunch that day cause she had an hour at home after ballet, after he saw her, she must have showered and changed and he didn’t know if she had time to eat. And it made him think. In normal settings, he might have wanted to bring her tea or something. If he knew she was starving at work. His mind wondered to what might have been. If they, you know…

Anyways that was gone now. Where was I?

Ah, yes. Eva.

She wore a blouse and a black suit that looked fancier than any suit Ghost had ever owned. She had make up on, she had black under her eyes, like a cat-lookin eyeliner look. Her cheekbones were defined, a pink rosy blush on her cheeks. Unreal, incredibly beautiful, she looked fierce, mad and cruel, like when he first met her. She looked like Jude.

Salvo wasn't there that day, thank God. It was just him and Price. He had a conversation with his captain before the interrogation.

'You know, you can go back to work for now, I can have someone else overseeing the interview…' he had told him. He felt offended, like the captain didn't want him to be present. He felt offended he wanted to choose someone else. He was in on the plan, he knew the details of what they were gonna offer her. And, let's be honest, no one knew Eva like he did. Not even the captain, for Christ's sake, not even Price knew Eva like Ghost, come on…

'I don't mind', he had replied.

The captain still didn't budge. 'I mean it, there is no requirement for you to -'

'I know.' He cut him off.

Price finally raised his eyes from the papers he was signing, looking at him through his eyebrows. He knew. They have had this talk before and it wasn't something that happened ofter between them.

'Listen Simon, I trust your judgement. I don't want to know where and when you talked to her, but we have a job to do…' he tried to interrupt, but he kept going. 'No, no don't worry, I don't want to know about your personal life, to be honest it would be nice to see you settle down and she really is a nice girl…'

He felt the air heavy around them, embarrassment settling in in his stomach. Giving this kind of information out wasn't easy. Admitting it, wasn't easy.

'What's going on?' Asked the captain. As if he didn't already know.

'What, sir?'

'I'm sorry, let me rephrase that, has something been going on?'

He bit his tongue before he could say no. He didn't like to lie to Price. And something had definitely been going on. His silence was an answer for the captain. He had eyes. He was a wise man, he knew already. Simon was good at hiding, was a discreet man. It was one of his most honourable qualities, how composed he kept himself. Jude, however. She was a lot to take in. She had a captivating personality. She was well spoken, she was elegant and clever, she was passionate about her work, she had strong values… It was truly fascinating to be in her presence, and he supposed she was fun to be around outside of the workplace. She had been spending more time with his men, he had guessed they got to know each other. It wasn't an issue if Simon had feelings for her, not in the slightest, quite the opposite. The captain didn't blame him, she was a nice girl.

Well…

'So… How is she holding up?' He asked, as if he knew Simon might have access to more personal information about Eva. Maybe he knew everything already, how many times he went to see her, everything.

'She's angry.' He replied, keeping it vague.

'She mad at you?' The captain signalled the chair in front of him. He opened a drawer in his desk, where he kept cigarettes. Sometimes, the situation called for it and a cigar was just too much work. He needed the quick fix of nicotine to calm down, and possibly, make his Lieutenant feel more comfortable to open up.

'At the situation.' Simon replied, lighting the cigarette offered by the captain. He had, almost instinctively, rolled his mask over his nose. Price nodded silently, taking in long drags and exhaling the smoke in the direction of the windows behind him.

'When she first came to us we didn't even know how she managed to find Laswell.' Simon's eyes found the captain's when he realised he was telling him something he never told anyone before.

'We had no idea who she talked to to get an interview with her, she has always been very… persuasive?' He stubbed his cigarette bud in the ceramic ashtray on his desk. 'She said she had intel about the mob in New York's East Harlem. She knew about a plan to kidnap and execute the Governor of New York, I think it was Andrew Cuomo at the time…' He waved his hand in the air, as if he had lost his train of thought. 'We asked for proof, she had evidence, but she asked us to trust her. She predicted time and place of the attempted attacks and we followed her lead, just to be safe. It was all true.'

Simon nodded, he knew where he was going. He wasn't justifying her actions, but still. Everything exists in its own context. Even Eva.

'She gave us a bunch of information about the Black Hand. It was a type of Italian extortion racket from the eighteenth century. By Italian immigrants in the US. It targeted business men and basically anyone involved with politics, they were threatened with extortion. They would send a letter to the victim threatening bodily harm, kidnapping, arson, or murder. The letter demanded a specified amount of money to be delivered to a specific place. It was decorated with threatening symbols like… such as a smoking gun, a bloody knife or…skull…' He raised his eyes for a second.

'When we asked how she knew all this stuff she said she couldn't tell us, cause she was a refugee.' Price sighed and shook his head.

'It was a mistake to give her asylum. She called herself 'pentita'. The people that were in a mafia clan and decided to get out, they're called pentiti. In exchange for the information they deliver, they receive shorter sentences for their crimes, in some cases even freedom. In the Italian judicial system, they can obtain personal protection, a new name, and some money to start a new life in another place, possibly abroad. She had applied for a job here at base as a therapist under another name and got an interview, she knew she wanted to stay. She told us she would disclose everything, but she was hiding from her family, she needed protection… '

Simon let his mind travel. He imagined her, in a white blouse, or a black turtleneck. In that long skirt she once had on, with her shiny boots. Bold and clever and courageous. And scared, fleeing from her country, away from her family. She imagined her getting her apartment, and feeling unsafe in her own house. She imagined her alone, for Christmas, for New Years, her birthday. When was her birthday? She imagined her taking a deep breath, a sigh of relief. Her new life, protection from the government, a new passport, new name.

She got her dog to keep her company…

'So, that's when Alba was born. Alba Antamoro, born in Southampton, of Italian heritage cause her British accent wasn't so good two years ago. She went by Jude at work, she was a good therapist. Good coworker. She helped us out with some more on the Italian American mob situation, then we agreed on never speaking about her past again.'

Price relaxed into his chair, laying back. Simon indulged in the comfortable silence and reflected on the captain's words. On Eva's story, on the creation of a new identity, her moulding herself into another person.

'What does her family know?' He asked.

Price shook his head. 'Not much, they haven't seen her in seven years as you know. They don't know where she is, nor do they want to know. Her sister tried to contact her three or four times and she didn't reply…' He sighed. 'She's dead to them, Simon…'

His chest was suddenly heavy with anger, and jealousy. She had a family that loved her, alive and well and she decided to waste their love like that. Dismiss of the love of a mother, a sister. Didn't she know many people would kill to get to have a sister or a mother? His thoughts were soon interrupted again.

'You guys dating or…?'

'No, no.'

'Ah, sorry. Thought you… you know, you seemed close.'

'I… I've asked her out, before…'

'Before shit went down?'

'Yeah.'

'Ah, I get it. Sorry. I mean I would be happy for you if she wasn't…'

'But she is.'

'Yeah, y'right…Mind if I ask you about something?'

'Go on.'

'Were you with her on Christmas Eve?'

'At her house. Dinner.'

'Good. T'was good?'

'…had dinner.'

'Oh yes I meant, I wasn't implying you two…'

'No we didn't…'

'Yeah, never mind.'

Silence filled the room again, but it wasn't conformable anymore. Simon knew the captain expected excellence from him, discipline. He couldn't get distracted like that, he couldn't lose his focus over a girl. Nonsense. And he never considered anything more important than his job, he really never had anything else to think about, his family maybe. But that was a long time ago.

He got up short after, and remarked he wanted to be in the interrogation room. The captain didn't oppose.

'She did what she did. Even if it was a long time ago, she was brought up a criminal, she's daughter of her own environment.' Simon was already at the door when these words were spoken. Was he trying to convince him it wasn't that bad? Or was it a warning?

''m sure you'll make the right decision.'

Hearing the last sentence, he knew he had to leave.

Like her encounter with Ghost gave ger new strength, Eva was back to the interrogation room the following evening, and she looked like a fucking tidal wave. It never failed to amaze him, how good looking she was, how her makeup, her earrings, how the wave of her hair, it made her look like a painting, like she was made of glass, like she was an actress.

'I want to negotiate.' She stated as the door closed behind Price. Simon was almost startled, hearing her speak after a long time. And speaking loudly, like she was used to, her voice bright and loud and clear. And that weird fucking accent of hers, not from the north, nor the south, not Australian, not American, that incredibly annoying accent.

'I want to negotiate.'

Price turned around. 'What?'

'You heard me.' She was back. Simon felt a shiver of excitement travel from his ears to the back of his neck, down his spine, (in his pants).

Price crossed his arms, his lips parting in a small smile. 'This is not a negotiation, Eva. You can't…'

'Then I choose jail.'

The two men both stood silent. Cause she was serious, they were sure. Price had never in his life heard her make a joke. They looked at each other, then back towards her.

‘Why?’ Price asked.

She shrugged her shoulders as if she was saying the most normal thing in the world. 'You're asking me something I can't do.' She murmured. Without Laswell, without Salvo, she had only herself to rely on, no protection, no allies. It was really all in her interest to… behave.

'I'm asking you to do the right thing for once.' Price argued. Eva's eyes fell on the table in front of her, she timidly shook her head. 'I am asking you', Price resumed, 'to do something to redeem yourself, to make the right choice, your family…'

'Do you really think I'm that fucking stupid?' She stopped his speech, she did as she usually did when she felt even the slightest bit of frustration, raise her voice. 'You're not asking my help because you want me to make the right decision, you need me!' She smiled, her pearly white teeth glistening under the neon light.

Fucking sadist bitch, she was always right.

‘You think i’m dumb? You think I don’t know you need me on the inside? Mh? You need me cause I got connections, I got respect, I know my people.’ She raised her eyebrows, fixing her posture, shoulders back. 'Think I don't know? What are you gonna do kill them all yourselves? Nah, better, you wanna trust the government, you gonna call the police? Hu?' She let her eyes linger on the captain, before turning her head towards Ghost. 'You're just gonna trust the police no? Easy. Get them arrested'. She teased.

Now, Simon gathered, at this point, not only the authorities in the south were very much aware of the mob activity, they were pretty much ignoring them. They were the mob. All of them connected. Because of fear, corruption, something of that sort. He didn't know Price's plan, but according to Eva, if justice was never really made in Italy, there was a reason. He had done some research. To understand the situation better, the history. And understand her. The south of Italy was divided in regions, his research led him to learn about four major mafia groups, in four different regions. Camorra, that was the name of the one based in Naples. He learnt about the families, how people born in clans generally are affiliated with criminal activity from a young age, almost brainwashed. He learned they assert complete dominance over the territory, with extortion, fear, death. If you keep silent, you're protected. If you pay, you help out, you're safe.

What was the business, ah. They had good business.

Trade in counterfeit products, drugs, weapons, gambling, smuggling of foreign tobacco, illegal betting, online fraud, tax fraud, pollution of the economy, transport management, infiltration of the public administration, former production of energy from renewable sources, agriculture and livestock farming, illegal waste disposal, cement cycle, animal fights and clandestine races, illicit trafficking of works of art, you fucking name it.

They were everywhere, in the economy, government, public administration. So she was, as always, right. They did need her. Her knowledge, her connections, her knowing the area, her knowing the language and the business… This was really... something big.

Price let her finish before he sighed quite loudly.

'Do you know what you're getting yourself into?' For once, in their exchange, he sounded genuinely concerned.

'No, you don't know John.' She stated. 'You're not gonna win this.'

There was sadness in her eyes. 'These families have history, and I don't even know how many affiliates. Everyone's corrupt. It's just how things work, you don't just go and change it. Whatever you want to do you're not gonna stop them, people could die. Innocent, people.'

She furrowed her eyebrows and bit her lower lip in distress, she had calmed down, her anger transformed in worry. 'And you can't ask me to go back. They wouldn't want me anyways, John, they would kill me.'

'No, I-'

'Yes!' She yelped.

They indulged in a moment of silence and thought. They pondered, she probably had her mind full of images of death, of all she had to do, all she was exposed to at a young age. The kids that died, even on accident. Her mom, her legacy.

The men, on the other hand, were used to succeeding, pretty much all the time. They knew loss, and bargaining and adjusting their shot, but they managed to always win. This time, something else they had to take to account. It was well, the people. Their feelings of helplessness and how they complied. The fear. They wanted to send her there and use her as a mole on the inside. And risk getting her injured, at this point he believed she could have been in danger.

He believed her, as crazy as that sounded after all that happened, he found himself worrying this wasn't the right thing. Keep her safe, maybe it was better this way, if her safety was at stake... He found himself considering all he had thought of her, he found himself regretting being such a dick and... arrogant almost. This was her country, her people...

'Okay, why don't we..' Price tried to regain control of the situation. He took a folding chair from the corner of the room, two chairs one for himself and one for Simon.

'Why don't we tell you the plan, sound good?'

notes: guys I'm alive. I'm sorry I haven't been posting and I don't even know if someone is reading this but this story is important for myself as well and I really want to write it even if nobody cares. anyways what is happening in my life? here:

new uni courses, one is about history of Italian mafia lol

pressure to do well in uni cause who am I if I don't get top grades?

I'm starting an incredibly cool traineeship and I couldn't be happier best thing of the year and sometimes you have to thank yourself, mare you did good. for once. I hope it's the start of my career honestly.

i'm starting a new part time job, guess what I do, literally guess.

I'm writing my thesis, wow that's a lot of work uuuh so so so hard but I love my subject so much I really wanna do well. do you ever cry cause you like a research topic too much?

I'm having friendships trouble, the worst. at least I'm learning something about myself everyday, and I have new boundaries every day.

all this to say, I'm fine but also a wreck.

enjoy this chapter!!

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Ms. Darth! Ms. Darth! Please pick me!

What kind of daddy (sexual) would each of the Holbrook characters be? Any and all Blackguard boys as well, if you are feeling kindly disposed!

Oh jeezy louisey. Okay. *cracks knuckles* let’s get into it.

Steve Murphy: When Steve tries to be a Daddy for Connie, he’s a stern, no-nonsense Daddy that doesn’t want any funny business from her, and grounds her when she tries to inappropriately touch Daddy’s dick! Steve actually thinks this game is very fun. Connie does not. Steve gets into it a little more when it’s with Javi - he’s still stern, but a little more prone to getting flustered, and this Daddy can absolutely be bribed out of giving a spanking with a blowjob instead.

Donald Pierce: Pierce can call himself Daddy, mostly out of the bedroom, but that’s about it. The whole thing just digs right into his trauma pressure points: when he actually tries to lean into being a Daddy during sex he gets way too mean, realizes he’s being way too mean, then gets way too soft and apologetic and abruptly, jarringly nonsexual.

If anyone wants to see what a disaster it is when Pierce tries to force himself to play Daddy, I actually wrote a fic about that! What Little Boys are Made Of

Cap Hatfield: Cap could be an excellent Daddy for a non-sexual impact scene! Go fetch Daddy a branch for a switch, and when you get back, Daddy’ll tan your hide!

Clement Mansell: Clement likes to talk a big talk about being “Daddy”, but at the end of the day he’d be such a shivery, adoring, relatively submissive Daddy that’s just head over heels for their baby. This Daddy is very into getting dicked-down too!

The Corinthian: I… I feel like for some reason Corinthian would channel Dream. Or maybe try to give his partner the “Daddy experience” Corinthian wishes he’d gotten instead of what he did? Aka a warmer, approving, emotionally open Daddy figure. Either way, I actually don’t see either of these scenarios going according to plan.

Eli Klaber: Klaber can be Mommy.

Danny Maguire: I feel like Danny tries to lean into the porn Daddy archetype. A lot of dirty talk about what a nasty little slut his baby is, and then a lot of vigorous fucking that’s mostly just… business as usual. Similar to Pierce, Danny does better when he has a Daddy - not when he is the Daddy.

Ty Shaw: Ty gets… really into the roleplay component, to a degree that is definitely not for everyone! He coos patronizingly about how bad his baby wants this, how naughty they are for seducing Daddy, how they need to be careful and quiet so they don’t wake up Mommy. I bet he’d get really into the idea of being an instructive Daddy too - teaching his baby how to have sex and showing them how good it can feel. I can see him playing around with a punishment aspect too, but he’s not gonna spank anyone - I think he’s more inclined to “punish” his sub by subjecting them to some rough fucking because they were “asking for it”.

Quinn McKenna: Quinn’s a cold, exacting Daddy with very specific expectations! But when his baby does good, he’ll dispense some praise (and maybe some orgasms, for extra good behavior). Also, for some reason I bet he likes being fully clothed while his partner’s totally nude. Or potentially in a slutty cheerleader or schoolgirl/schoolboy outfit? I could see that too. I also have NO idea why, but I think Quinn likes doing some genderplay when he’s Daddy. Emily could be his boy (Emily wasn’t wild about this), and Nebraska can be a schoolgirl (Nebraska is more down).

[decepti-thots]

☕ i vaguely remember a meta post of yours mentioning that point one percenters were a useless concept and that it also messes up megs' narrative, i'd love to read the full version of that take!

You are remembering this post, which covers the basic reasons I feel like IDW Megatron specifically does not work as a point one percenter!

More broadly, I have two big problems with the concept existing in a general sense. The first one is that it's simply ill-defined in a way where it simultaneously is not clear what it even means and yet that ambiguity is not taken advantage of for storytelling purposes the way that, say, the nebulous idea of what an outlier is gets used. Outliers don't have a clear definition, in the story- but the basic concept of 'some of these robots can do weird superpower shit outside the norm, and they are recognised as being a kind of weird group everyone sort of side-eyes suspiciously' is easy to understand as a reader and by keeping it vague, it can be used to explain quite a wide variety of character abilities without running into too much nitpicky 'hey, but that ability doesn't really match what we know about outliers, so...' stuff. It's also presented pretty value neutrally a lot of the time; Skywarp and Thundercracker aren't like, Special Chosen Ones because they can do a couple weird tricks other characters can't, they're just sort of anomalies with a couple useful abilities up their metaphorical sleeves, yknow.

Compare that to a 'point one percenter'. What is the one-sentence elevator pitch for this concept? That their sparks are... stronger, somehow. (Higher energy? More resilient? Harder to snuff out?) Okay, and what does that mean for the characters, what does that do? Well. Maybe it's why Megatron is Just That Strong, apparently. MTMTE also says this, not being an outlier, is why Minimus can wear external armour without issue- but also it's not like every point one percenter can necessarily do this, so I guess it's different depending on the mech? Or maybe they can all do it and just don't. Who Knows. I guess it's why Overlord survived becoming a phase sixer- but it's not what makes him Just That Strong. But also I guess Megatron could beat him in hand to hand combat at some point. Magnus can't though, and he's ostensibly a point one percenter? Basically, there's never really even that very broad line drawn around what the hell it means or why anyone cares someone has an extra-radioactive green spark.

And I think the point there is that like... most of the fandom just assumes Minimus' ability is being an outlier, right? And for a good reason: a ton of the stuff point one percenters can potentially do is better explained by them simply being outliers! And there we hav a problem. Having these two unrelated groups of mechs that are nebulously Different And Special to explain certain things they can do that other characters can't is just confusing when really, one would realistically do, and the reason I think it's the point one percent concept that ought to go and not the outlier concept is that the latter just raises a lot less questions.

Questions like, you know, hey, why the entire hell does this comic need an objectively measurable way to tell if someone's soul is somehow just inherently kind of "superior by" some metric. That's such a bizarre fucking thing to introduce into a narrative trying to do what MTMTE is doing; if the forged/cold construct divide brings a lot of baggage into MTMTE's themes, the point one percent stuff is just a total albatross around its neck, IMO. All point one percenters have forged souls (even Megatron, that being the twist of EC), and point one percenters are all these big important genuinely Just Plain Better characters like Megatron and Optimus and so on where the reader is clearly supposed to have this feeling of like, 'oh of course those guys are the special ones'.

If there was some attempt to explore how like, being a point one percenter just meant you could lift real good or whatever and wasn't actually meaningful in any other way but became unfairly treated as a sign of greater "superiority" nonetheless, I might see a clearer goal to the concept being introduced; you could maybe do something with "this thing that is actually very small and arbitrary is fluffed up by the powers that be as way more than it actually is". But like... all the named point one percenters we ever see outside a couple cons Megatron made bigshots in the army are genuinely these people who outside just being physically very strong, are on a narrative level understood to be the sorts of characters one might call 'destined for inherent greatness', or something. Right? There's no random nobody never-did-anything-special Lost Light background character who turns out to be a point one percenter who's just Some Guy, or anything. They're all iconic named high command type characters with Epic Fates and shit, lmao.

(Minimus could have been that character, even as a protagonist, because of the conceit of his arc in MTMTE- but they really never manage it with him either, tbh. And again, it really feels like that was much more in line with the outlier concept, and fits better there anyway.)

There's just a lot of 'have your cake and eat it too' with this whole barely-touched plotline in MTMTE, for basically no payoff that couldn't be achieved another way. Where Roberts falters with character writing is IMO when he's writing characters he is kind of precious about due to being a longterm, hardcore fan with nostalgia- you see a lot of that sentimentality at points when he's writing these characters from his childhood like Optimus or Megatron. A sort of elevation of these characters due to their metatextual status as iconic and narratively important that other characters (including, notably, Rodimus) benefit from not being subject to. And the point one percenter idea is, ultimately, a way to try and make that an objective fact in universe, it feels to me. Some of these characters just are better in a special, vague, you-know-why way. But like. MTMTE is a story that wants to talk about how presenting certain kinds of people as Just Better is wrong and cruel, too- and that tension doesn't wind up being used for anything productive. So if there's one single piece of worldbuilding I would fully remove wholesale from the comic, it would probably be this one. More than just being largely narratively irrelevant, it's also genuinely something of a problem for the comic's attempted themes.

[rapunziedameron]

every so often the positive accounts I follow on twitter reference a discourse that was apparently very large and that I missed entirely. this btw is how I learned that apparently holdo was center to a lot of fandom discourse and not apparently just used to punch down at the man of color (which is the only thing I ever saw at the time). And like sure she's got pink hair and pronouns and she's pansexual and a woman so like on some intellectual level I understood there was probably some of that because if a woman so much as breathes, sexism pops out, but damn I had no idea it was apparently that much.

[ruvviks]

'I never meant for things to turn out like they did,' Nick mumbled, burying his face in Vitali's chest. 'Never meant for any of it to go wrong.' 'I know,' Vitali merely said back, eyes absently fixed on the wall as he ran his fingers through Nick's hair. 'I'm sorry.' 'I know.' 'I love you.' 'I know.' They both paused— Vitali hesitant, Nick optimistically expectant; but the reciprocation remained unspoken, emotions and feelings stuck in the back of Vitali's throat and the three words lingering between them like the smoke of his cigarette. He wasn't sure if he would even mean it anyway.

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