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[bluelolblue]

Hellooooo! ✨

So in some of your writing, Vincent is an ex of Santino’s, and he has a lot of trauma from that relationship. How did it affect him, and how does John help him with that?

Oohhh my! I haven't written Santino x Vincent for a while now lmfaooo! I gotta be in a mood for that bc John x Santino is my favorite ship, but I do have some plans for Santino and Vincent in the future. Just yeah kinda gotta be in the mood for that :>

Now prepare FOR A LOT

TW: emotional manipulation, mentions of being sick, panic attacks, breakdow, ummm what else?? Overall emotional rollercoaster

When I was first time writing "LA Devotee" and making their personalities work with each other, I imagined (and always kinda did), Vincent as a very toxic and selfish person. Now, idk much about relationships, since I was never in one, but I do know how some people can be very manipulative (in relationships or not, some people are just using it in a bad way). And I imagine Vincent like that. How he was manipulating with Santino during their relationship all the time. Could be seen in my fic "The Roses" how Santino, at first, wasn't aware that he was being manipulated since he was actually in love. Vincent only pretended to be just to use Santino for his own pleasure and work. So yes, Santino wasn't aware of it at first, he loved Vincent. To me, Santino seems like a a very romantic and affectionate person, he just learned how to hide it because of all the trauma and his daily life situations. Also, being born in a Camorra family comes with disadvantages such as "Don't show your emotions because it's a sign of weakness." And it's damn hard to control yourself, your true personality as being caring and affectionate in that family (now this is for a whole new post heheh).

And Vincent is just... everything Santino is against. The only problem is, he is really fucking good at hiding that. And the way he uses something Santino told him, something that means a lot to him, against him is fucked up. When Santino opened up to Vincent about some of his childhood traumas and some other things, Vincent "comforted him", but then used all that against him in arguments just to get what he wants. It's the emotional manipulation with a person who is emotionally sensitive. For example: "Maybe if you actually listened to your father, he wouldn't hurt you so much. Look what you got yourself into, now. What you made him do." Like, it's Santino's own fault he was abused by his father. And this one specifically made Santino's blood boil and his heart break, "You're just like your father. Smoking, drinking sometimes and wanting everything to go as you planned it."

Every time Vincent would say something like this, they would get into arguments and later on Santino would either have a panic attack in the bathroom or cry himself to sleep or both. Calling him just like his father, someone he hates, telling him that he is becoming like a person who hurt him is enough to break down Santino.

And sex is also something Vincent used Santino for. It was never love making. It was just sex without feelings for Vincent. Santino would often get rejected when he was in the mood just because Vincent wasn't. No matter if he was a bottom or top, Vincent still somehow had more of control over him. Santino thought that it was supposed to be that way (because Vincent was his first boyfriend), he thought it was okay to be humiliated during sex just because he wanted some control. His needs were mostly ignored and when Vincent finished, sex was over no matter if Santino didn't finish.

And everything was going on like that for a while, until Santino finally snapped one day. And good that he did. Vincent never saw Santino like that, in that state. He was yelling, cursing and like, we mentioned before, breaking things. Now, during his yelling and cursing at him, he broke a glass, literally threw it into a wall and nearly throwing another glass on Vincent but he stopped himself because, he realized just how feral he went, how Vincent managed to get this animal side out of him, his father side. And he hates it. He hated the way Vincent laughed at him because he won. He got a wanted reaction from him. "See? You are just like him."

And he left him, left Santino alone surrounded in broken glass. Santino was out of his mind, panting, trying to process what just happened, what he did. And he snapped again, destroying almost everything in the room that could be broken. He tore apart their pictures, he destroyed a collection of art that, apparently, meant a lot to Vincent. And of course he hurt himself in the process by accident. He didn't even realize how his hands and whole body was actually hurt. Only when he calmed down enough to try and clean up the glass by picking it with his shaky hands, he realized that by doing that, the glass was cutting into his skin. And he broke down into crying after seeing his hands covered in blood.

Later, when he made his way to the bathroom, he ended up being sick and another panic attack was triggered. He felt so pathetic and not worthy, crying and hyperventilating on the floor in the cold bathroom with his saliva tasting like acid from vomiting and hands covered in blood. He literally felt defeated, like he was done, he couldn't fight anymore, he couldn't do this anymore. He regretted everything. He regretted meeting Vincent, being in a relationship with him, having sex with him, sharing his pain with him, everything.

This is one of his biggest traumas. His childhood with father abusing him and Vincent.

However, one thing he can't forgive himself and hates himself for is... Vincent is still in his mind. No matter what he did to him, Vincent is like a poison that's still in him.

So, after everything, this relationship effected him in a way of: finding it hard to show love to someone, finding it difficult to express himself/his emotions, self esteem/self love, and more.

So, John had to taught him all that again. How to love yourself, how to show your emotions AND that it's okay to show all those emotions (especially that it's okay to cry because John could see how Santino was always trying not to break down in front of him), that it's okay to express yourself and a lot more. Physical touch, he taught and showed him that it's okay to hug, hold hands and hold each other close. Of course, at first he always asked for Santino's permission for that. During sex, John always focused on Santino more, his pleasure, not his own. Always looked to please Santino, do whatever he wanted. He gave him lots of praises every time.

He always listened to Santino when he was talking, always looked interested and payed attention to details and important things. It took some time for Santino to open up to him, but when he did, John was full of support and love and understanding. He kept telling him that's it's not his fault, that he's sorry he went through all that, and most importantly that he will always be there for him. He also practiced breathing and how to calm down during a panic attack with Santino. He helped him with it, they practiced some techniques and John told him he's always going to be there for him, if he isn't with him, Santino can always call him and he can guide him through it.

John is completely different from Vincent. John is a loving, caring person. And he made Santino feel safe, he healed him. He healed Santino's soul and his self respect.

Santino finally learned how to be himself and how to love another person again. How express himself. He is so thankful to John, he is thankful for him, that he is here with him. Maybe they're even soulmates.

But damn, Vincent's poison is still in Santino, in his head. He hates it. At least he's not alone in that fight now.

Ooof that was a lot of trauma and everything omg 💀 I'm so sorry Santino, I love you. I do have ideas for Santino x Vincent because of my two threesome fics, I want to explain their relationship more (my version of this ship), but like I said, I gotta be in the mood for them. Yeah my version of Vincent is very toxic bc... I won't say why bc I'm scared of getting hunted down. Just... I love Santino and John. That's all I'm gonna say now :].

Thank you SO MUCH for this amazing ask!! I got to explain my version of Santino x Vincent more, and I had that planned for a while, and I will do it more in the future. Thank you so much for paying attention to details in my fics, like I'm actually soooo thankful for that, it makes me feel like I'm getting better and better at writing and that I'm doing something right! It means a lot, and I appreciate it! :) 💙💙💙💙

[bluegiragi]

group huddle!

early access + nsfw on patreon monster!AU masterpost

[jobenjoyer]

[helcef]

Happy pride from 141

You cant tell me gaz isn’t the most bisexual guy ever

[saradiation]

Hey it's that time of the year again :D

HAPPY 413! 🎂

[haedraulics]

dr watson in his 60s, tanned by the sussex sun, returns to his old service on the outbreak of WW1

this outfit is not historically accurate at all, but i really wanted to draw how i imagined watson in the gorgeous WW1 era h/w fic The Presbury Letters

+ bonus homecoming to angry bee husband

[barrackspredator]

Boyfriend!Soap who just loves his girlfriend. Carries a photo of you with him in his wallet. Also, has a photo of you in a heart frame on his office desk on base.

“Yeah, this is my wife 😼”

Some of his coworkers on base genuinely believe you two are married. No ring, no ceremony, but spiritually Soap is devoted to his missus MacTavish.

Bonus: a rookie was crying over his girlfriend breaking up with him, so in turn Soap did what he does

“Awww man, that’s tuff… my wifey would never!”

[zivazivc]

first night alone

[abstractfrog]

Happy 1 year anniversary to Mr Sherlock Holmes! Here's a litttleee celebratory comic from me

[wombywoo]

touch ♡

--inspired by a scene from chapter 6 of Except You, You Can Stay by @iravaid

[bluegiragi]

negotiations.

early access + nsfw on patreon

[erosology]

slow, sloppy makeout sessions with captain john price :( him coming home late from work, dark, puffy bags under his eyes and the stench of cigars clinging to his skin as an indicator of how stressful the day was. His strong brow furrowed in frustration but smooths out once he sees you; his hands reaching out to you and immediately pulling you in as soon as you’re within arm’s reach; wrestling you into his clutches so you two can watch a movie and unwind together; wandering fingers tracing the bare skin of your hip as your shirt hikes up higher and higher before splaying flat across your stomach; feeling his breath dance across the back of your neck as you try your hardest to follow along to the plot

“this part is really important, sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear. “you need to pay close attention”

but you can’t—not when his familiar scent is filling your nose and you can feel the strong, reliable beat of his heart knocking against his ribs and his fingers are grazing against the band of your underwear. and somewhere along the way, you find yourself facing him and all of the beauty that is him and nearly go blind with love and lust, delicate fingers tracing the outline of your eyes as if teasing to tear them out. it’d be worth it, you think, worth having the last thing you see be your lover’s tired, handsome face

and after some more teasing and giggles, you feel his soft beard tickle your cheek and nearly melt into a puddle of desperation. hands shaking with need, you pull him closer by the collar of his shirt and a chuckle reverberates in his chest—low, sweet, tender

“eager, love?”

“jus’ wan’ you, john.”

“you've got me, silly girl. always have, always will”   

his fingers fiddle with the hem of your shirt as his chapped lips brush against your cheek, and then your nose, and then he slowly grazes them across yours before he slots them together. his kisses, much like him, start off slow, sensual, gentle until the sparks dance together and a fire inevitably starts and you’re choking on cigar smoke and love and other minuscule things. his calloused palms graze your thigh, stomach, sternum, anything that reminds him of how human you both are and how much he adores your skin. soft moans and groans blend together until someone opens their mouth and then suddenly, tongues are tangled together as you try and swallow each other’s pants

somewhere along the way, you’ve wound up in his lap, grinding against his hardening cock, and now his hands are on your hips and encouraging your movement. more moans tumble out of his lips followed by some curses, his lips swollen and his tongue swiping across them

“f-fuck, baby,” he pants. “slow down. i want to taste you a bit more, yeah? kiss me some more.”

and how can you resist? truth be told, you think you might be able to sit on this very couch for the rest of your life, legs wrapped around his waist and fingers tangled in his hair, lips working against his and pulling pretty noises out of his throat. and honest to god, he thinks he would allow it, maybe even indulge in it a little. because he’s here in his living room, some sort of movie he lost track of the plot of long ago playing on his television, your teeth brushing against his bottom lip as you suck it into your mouth, surrounded by love and relaxation

[chaosandmarigolds]

there’s always a tall-tell sign that one of the boys is incredibly intoxicated

“we should leave, make sure no one can find us.” Is what John would say, his eyes heavier than usual and his voice ever so low. He would’ve leaned over to you in the booth, as if he wanted to make sure you couldn’t see anything else than him.

“Marry you, leave this place, make you that little cabin you been dreamin bout? Pretty house for my pretty girl.” Is what Johnny would slur, his voice hoarse from screaming for the rugby game and slurred from the whiskey. You would roll your eyes as you gelded into the passenger seat of your car, praying the hangover wouldn’t be too awful.

“I’ll leave a note for the captain, he’ll understand, lovely. We can go anywhere you want. I’ll even find a priest to wed us.” Kyle would have murmured the words out as you tried to unlock your apartment, his head laying in between your shoulder blades. He would echo his thoughts until he eventually fell asleep.

“I love you, and one of these days you will marry me. I’ll get better for you.” ” Simon’s gruff words always seemed more like a threat, the way his eyes would stare at you from across your living room. A bottle in his hand and no other emotions aside from contempt on his face, yet not for you, his eyes were soft when he looked at you through the haze, his words true.

(Uhhhh, I don’t know: but!! Lemme know if you liked it or hated it :p toodles!)

[konigsblog]

To me, this is Stepdad!Price and his stepdaughter, and I will not be accepting any other opinions. (🌽)

CW: CHEATING, STEPCEST, BRIEF MENTIONS OF PREGNANCY TOWARDS THE END. MDNI 18+

Price adores you more than anything else in this world. You're his precious little angel, an outlet for his sexual frustration and horniness. Your stepfather refuses to allow your stepbrothers near you, and especially not any random men who clearly don't care to know you. He'll shake his head, frustrated and disappointed, before calling you onto his lap.

You need an older man like your stepfather, someone loyal and trustworthy, someone who knows you better than yourself.

“Tsk–, you know better, don’t‘cha?” Your stepfather's large hands tighten around your hips, his fingertips pressing into the soft flesh on your hips while his gravelly and hoarse voice rings in your ears. One hand travels down your bare and naked body, exploring each inch of your soft skin, while the other one grasps at your head and holds it still, allowing him to make out with you sloppily while praising you between breaths. Price slowly fucks his thick fingers into your soft cunt, all while he makes out with you slowly. You can hear your stepfather's heavy breathing and pleased, guttural groans as you react positively to his kisses and lustful touch, as well as the sound of your cunny squelching around his fingers.

To your stepfather, you're the prettiest and purest thing to walk this planet. He doesn't care about your mother, how heartbroken she'll be to know that he's been cheating on her with you. He's just using her to get through to you, to stuff your soaked pussy with his calloused, thick digits in preparation to fill your hole with his meaty, sweaty cock. Fuck, maybe you'll make babies one day. You'll learn to accept attention from your father, whether it's sexual or not.

“That’s right, sweetness’- let me show you who you belong to.”

[wispscribbles]

WISP WWIISSPP your retired ghost art is making me lose my minnnddd 😭😭😭😭 that man NEEDS TO BE SMOOCHED!!! but also do u think you will ever do a close up one day of retired Soap?? 🥺🥺🥺 it's just when I look at ur designs of retired ghoap it makes my heart feel like it's wrapped up in a soft, warm blanket but no pressure to draw him obvi 💖💖 hope u have a good day :3

aaAA thank you friend !!!! You're always too kind <333 and I actually tried doing a matching Soap for retired Ghost originally, but my art just didn't want to art for that one - so you're getting more of a doodly scene of the oldies

[soosoosoup]

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