#the heart is a muscle the size of your fist

[upthewitchypunx]

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[infernoflorys]

"humanity sucks i hate all people and we should just nuke the earth" i understand. have you considered that your heart is a muscle the size of your fist, so keep on loving, keep on fighting, and (hold on, and hold on) hold on for your life?

[beguilingcorpse]

actually my personal favorite unconfirmed locked tomb theory is that when gideon said "your heart is a party for five thousand nails" at the beginning of gtn it was intended to be read in the cadence of the spongebob squarepants theme song

[cowboylikeyouu]

oh winterhawk olympic bang 21/22, you will always be famous to me <3

[a-muscle-the-size-of-your-fist]

ROSTER UPDATE POLL! PLEASE CHOOSE AT LEAST 5!

[aztralsea]

Sometimes I wanna sing this song for everyone I know

[floorworm]

"Keep on loving, keep on fighting!" Through gritted teeth, eyes glazed over with tears and voice cracking

[moondust-magic]

This world is cursed but sometimes you forget about that for a moment while you're off the penjamin riding in your friends car on a warm night with the windows down blasting ramshackle glory.

[ihavenomouthandimustyap]

I'm starting to think I don't actually want to have friends because I think it's inherently good to have friends but so that I can feel normal and so that I no longer have to just stutter and feel ashamed when somebody asks me who my friends are. Which obviously is bad but also why does my brain not find meaningful connections with other humans inherently valuable? What's wrong with me?

[hoicacti]

YOUR HEART IS A MUSCLE THE SIZE OF YOUR FIST

KEEP ON LOVING, KEEP ON FIGHTING

AND HOLD ON, AND HOLD ON

HOLD ON FOR YOUR LIFE

[hopefullydrawingdaily]

Today I didn't draw anything great, but I want to try embroidering a patch related to my fav song so I drew how I sort of want it to look like. So uh here's a drawing of a heart

[hbhm-music]

Now Appreciating:

Your Heart is a Muscle the Size of Your Fist - Ramshackle Glory

https://tidal.com/track/132304867

[simp4konig]

nggghmhh... been thinking about Nikto getting into a fight and Reader fussing over him and cleaning up the blood on his knuckles and bandaging his hand as he watches them with hearts in his eyes... 🥺💞

It wasn't that nasty of an injury, really. Really.

You were simply fussing over him too much, as per usual.

His knuckles were split after punching someone in the face perhaps a tad too hard. Just a little. Just hard enough to knock out a few molars, maybe... or a row.

"This will sting," you murmur — though, mostly to yourself, as Nikto isn't particularly talkative, and usually only replies in grunts.

Eventhough Nikto could have gone to medical to have his injuries treated by a more qualified individual, he went straight to you instead: maybe you applied too much pressure on accident when disinfecting the wound with antiseptic and his skin would sting; maybe the bandages were never tight enough and always on the loose side; and maybe your handiwork wasn't as precise or skillful, but Nikto found that simply being around you was enough to heal him.

Yes, it does sting. A lot.

Or it should. Nikto has become desensitised to pain, and it doesn't register like it used to. What should be excruciating agony feels like a dull throb in the background, or the aftershocks felt from a body that didn't belong to him, yet does. Not to mention that he dissociates a lot, so he can make active pain... passive.

So yes, it does sting. It just doesn't hurt.

Nikto lets you do as you please, watching with silent attention the entire time. He keeps his hand limp, letting you hold it however you want...

...Just as long as you're holding it.

The size difference is stark, his large fingers easily encircling your wrist almost in its entirety. He’s big and built, scars and old wounds littered across his pale skin, pink and raw in the places that he was burned. You? You are small and... soft.

Your biceps aren't as big as his. Your muscles aren't as defined as his. Your build isn't as solid, strong, and stout as his is.

Instead, you are… delicate. Like a porcelain doll. And as pretty as one, too. Especially when your eyes are as glassy as they are now, and catch the light at such an angle that it makes them sparkle like rare gems to be treasured and cherished. Nikto's treasure.

Delicate to him, at least; because, no matter how much you insist that you are not petite, not tiny, and not fragile, it further solidifies in his mind how he ought to protect you. Which was annoying as fuck, since you weren't a child that had to be coddled and protected, but it was what it was. It was almost... adorable?

"Is it alright?" You ask, antsy with anticipation, absentmindedly chewing on the inside of your cheek without realising. "Maybe... try flexing your hand?"

He does, surveying your handiwork, twisting his hand this way and that, clenching his fingers into as tight of a fist as he can make it.

"Or... is it, erm... too tight? I-I can wrap it again, if it's uncomfortable—”

“—No.”

Truth of the matter was, it could have been better — any nurse would have been appalled, and hastily bandaged Nikto's hand again for themselves.

But, since it was you that treated him, it was the best treatment which he could have ever asked for.

And it was not "alright", but immaculate, thank you.

With a sigh, you release his hand, and miss how Nikto instantly tenses, missing the intimacy, as subtle and fleeting as it was.

“You get into too many fights," you say, eyebrows furrowed slightly over your eyes in unconcealed disapproval.

A shrug. “Too many people provoke me," Nikto puts bluntly.

“Provoke you how, exactly? By breathing? Existing?"

For a long moment, Nikto was quiet. You were on edge — your sarcasm did not bode well with Nikto sometimes, and it probably came across as malicious and accusatory...

Fuck. Fuuuck...

However, through gritted teeth, Nikto utters: “They… were saying bad things about you.”

Instantly your demeanour changes, and although you attempt to disguise it with a stern expression and cold tone, your features soften considerably, and the furrowed brows and the wrinkles in your forehead smoothen, like ice melting.

“Nikto…”

Nikto, defending your honour? He, punching not just recruits, but other operators, and threatening the commanders with death lest they mess with you? Hurt you? Merely talk badly about you?

Oh fuck... your heart aches, and stubbornly clenches with affection eventhough you ought to scold him, to tell him to stop, to behave rationally... despite not particularly wanting to.

Since the idea of being defended by Nikto is... nice.

Still.

“Nikto... please don't fight people on my behalf.”

Immediately, he becomes defensive, and gruffly grunts a harsh: “Why not?”

You bite your lip. “Because… I don't want you to get hurt. Okay?"

“I don't care if I get hurt. All I care about is you. You're all that matters."

“And I care about you. I care if you get hurt. Because it matters to me. So… don't, okay?"

"...Hmph."

"...Please," you whisper, pleading nonverbally with your eyes. "...For me?"

For you? He would do anything...

...not get hurt, that is.

Next time a person insulted you or made a snarky remark about you in any way, he would hurl a chair at them. Or plot the most inconspicuous murder.

Just as long as he wouldn't get hurt, yes?

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A/Ns

One Nikto wip done... 12+ more to go!!!!!, 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

.....i will only pass away peacefully if i finish these .....

..... then and ONLY then im going to bash my head against a wall so i am in a coma 😇 (JOKE)

Going to miss my anons:(((... Im verysad to have closed my inbox but it was necessary for me 😟...

Anyways, my closed inbox gives me motivation to write as fast as possible so I can interact with them (you!!! <333) again ☺️💞💞💞

[anantaru]

cw. ⪩⪨ fem! reader, size kink/size difference, dirty talk, possessive wriothesley, sloppy making out, established relationship

"feel," wriothesley sighs out heavenly— glaring through you, his touch sensual and claiming his territory, his low lidded eyes slowly indulging on your bare figure.

he grabs your hand softly now, to lastly place your palm on top of his growing bulge, smirking from head to toe as his heart jumps at your sultry whimpering.

"see what you do to me?"

"only you can touch me like this,"

it's something wriothesley needs you to know, his deep intention has to reach you, so you're completely aware that he wants you all to himself— after all, he believes that no one knew you the way he did, nobody was able to take in your delicate beauty or your darling figure, you were so fucking perfect in every way, filled the dark space in his heart with your warmth.

without much surprise, the duke swiftly manages to rid himself off his own clothes before leaning into your figure, hungrily lapping into your mouth when he takes his twitching cock in his palm, slowly fisting it up and down and spreading the clear pre on his shaft.

ugh— just thinking about what's about to come manifests tears on your waterline, wriothesley was just so big, that thick and delicious when he slips the head of his cock into you, pressing into your cunt so softly while exhaling through a deep sigh.

you moan together, his voice slightly crumbling when you prance your fingernails through his ripped back— scratching along his muscles until red scratches decorate his tensed skin.

this pretty and wet cunt belongs to him— and your walls are just so soft and cozy that it almost brings him to literal tears.

his erection was battering your twitching cunt with a fast and deep tempo that fucked out your mind, bounced you back and forth the mattress— and like starved of each other, you cut of the sinful noises with wet, passionate kisses, tongues dancing a lewd dance.

you gasp at the blows of hips rattling your body into new heights, your thighs quite jittery when he presses one leg over his shoulder to feel you succumb to him on his cock— more so become entirely delirious on his shaft, high on pheromones mounting the air between you.

wriothesley pulls you closer to him, instantly swallowing the next pitiful whine and stealing it from your wet lips— stretching you out to the hilt until you're clenching on to his shoulders for the dear life of yourself.

at your trembling state, surrounded by his musky scent invading your nostrils— you're turning lightheaded, so overstimulated, lastly letting the duke have his way with you.

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