#giovanni's room was like this too it's so annoying

[meezer]

I knitted a lot today while listening to the heart of darkness audiobook. but this means I have not had a lot of leisure time and time alone... time to p3r

[toastsnaffler]

tummy hurts my final message goodbye

[void-detective]

Earned Place 💰

[[GIF NOT MINE! ALL DIVIDERS MADE BY CAFEKITSUNES]]

Author note: This is a request made by @eboni-napalm that continues as part to my Gunther series, check the other two parts here. My requests are currently open as of now 🖊️ Final part for the Gunther series as of right now! Sorry about lack of proof editing btw 🖤

Word count: 2,646

Warning: praise kink, 18+, sex, gentle sex, two way(?), and face fucking

Summary: After Gunther's king of the ring win the reader seeks a way to prove their spot within the Imperium. After winning the tournament the reader gets greeted by more than they had bargained for.

May 25, 2024 - Women's Queen of the Ring finals

After your previous encounters with Imperium you had sought out a way to prove you deserved a spot within the tag team. And what better way to do it then win the Queen of the Ring tournament just like how Gunther had won against Orton. It only seemed fair that you proved you could hold your own like Kaiser, believing you needed to earn your spot in their team.

So you worked your ass off towards the finals of the Queen of the Ring and ended up in one last match against Lyra who was an upcoming star like yourself but you had more to prove compared to her.

This was for Imperium.

You staggered backstage panting and skin glistening backstage as you smiled, feeling the adrenaline finally ebb away as you wiped down your face. You felt relieved with your win and secretly hoped it was possible that Gunther had seen how hard you worked to get the win on Lyra. You were still sore but felt happy with the results of your win as you brushed damp strands of your hair back with a satisfied look.

So you made it through backstage quietly walking down the corridor a bit lost in thought as you went with a small sigh letting the tension finally ease out your body. It felt nice to actually win a big match for once in your career and even more to prove you could hold your own as a singles competitor outside of NXT and the indies.

You were still buzzing from the match as you moved past other superstars till you made it towards the locker room. You exhaled a nervous breath and pushed open the door to the locker room. You peered around as you stepped further in being greeted by the ever smug and annoyed expression of Kaiser standing of course in the way of where Gunther was.

“Can I help you?” Ludwig narrowed his eyes as he folded his arms behind his back with a small frown, assessing you with a scrutinizing gaze. His brows drawn down in that glare and a bit of a sneer pulling at his lips as he stared you down.

You let out an exasperated huff and looked around the locker room for the General before you glanced back towards Ludwig. “Are you ever going to like me?” You questioned with a quirked brow giving him a half amused yet tired stare.

“Probably not.” Ludwig shrugged and chuckled in amusement at your frustration as he waved a hand. “I just believe he deserves better.” He muttered with a scoff and stepped out your way with his eyes narrowed and a bitter scowl present on his features.

You ignored his comment with a roll of your eyes as you moved further into the locker room with a sigh. You stopped coming across Gunther lounged on one of the couches with that nice navy suit that he wore when he wasn't scheduled to fight. You smiled shyly as you stepped towards him and he sat up straight to meet you with a friendly look.

“You did good y/n, always impressive.” Gunther chuckled warmly and smiled as he observed you carefully with a intrigued look. “You did well on your promise to earn your spot as a member and lucky for you, we have an opening.” The offering felt like the biggest luck and like your wish had been granted but you secretly felt bad for Giovanni who had been kicked out of Imperium not too long ago by Ludwig. It made sense because of the fact that he wasn't used much unlike Kaiser but it still stung regardless.

“Thank you, your praise means a lot to me.” You smiled warmly looking fond as you brushed your hair out your face. “Although I don't know if Ludwig will ever like me.” You added jokingly as you peered over towards Kaiser who was still standing nearby, listening in as always.

Gunther cracked a genuine laugh and patted his chest with a smile as he turned his gaze towards his tag team partner. “Ah well, he'll warm up eventually..if not I'll chop him for you.” He hummed back in a playful way but still in a serious tone that had the other man tense a bit noticeably.

Ludwig held his hands up in a placating gesture and chuckled as he looked off to the side as he cleared his throat. You couldn't help but laugh to yourself at the gesture and the way he looked at the response but you couldn't blame him either. Being on the receiving end of one of Gunther's chops sounded less than ideal.

“Anyway y/n, I had an idea to reward your hard work but I need to know if you're comfortable with..Ludwig too. If he gets out of hand I will straighten him out for you.” Gunther patted his lap leaning forward with his hands on his knees trying to ensure you saw he was serious as he gazed up at you intently.

“You mean like..as in sex?” You questioned as you scratched your cheek turning to gaze at the younger man with curiosity, feeling your cheeks warm up in embarrassment. Your heart beginning to race in your chest are the implications like it was the most dirty thing to do.

“No he means in the ring.” Kaiser muttered with an amused snort as he raised a brow in amusement over the situation. His lips turned up into a wide smirk as he eyed you in an almost condescending way. God you wanted to smack him.

The thought made your head reel but it wasn't an unsavory idea now that you thought about it. You weren't into Kaiser like you were Gunther but if it meant getting even more good favor within the group, you were in for it. Plus maybe he'd stop being such a dick about all of it.

“I'm good with it.” You whispered back fiddling with your ring gear as you smiled over at Gunther with a nod of reassurance. It made you feel a lot better knowing how considerate he could be even now in these situations.

Gunther nodded his head in approval and leaned back on the couch looking up at you with an appraising gaze almost like a proud mentor. “Well go ahead I'll let you choose whatever you want.” He chuckled, the Austrian accent still ever prominent and you couldn't help but internally melt.

You let out a small breath feeling your nerves rack but with his permission you told a lot more at ease as you walked toward him. You watched him relax and give you another nod before you slipped onto his lap, gently straddling him as you looked up at him with your thighs on each side of his legs as you looked up at him. You felt his hands slide up your thighs and stay there which you didn't mind anyway.

As you adjusted getting used to sitting on his lap you could just feel the warmth and difference in your sizes. He was a big guy in general with everything and you could never not marvel at it all. You knew a lot of the women in the locker room didn't find him attractive but to you he was and not just in looks but the style and passion for the business.

You hesitated and felt him gently squeeze your thighs in response, almost trying to silently soothe you and tell you it was okay. You took another deep breath through your nose and moved a hand over his arm and onto his shoulder. Your other free hand moving up to gently caress his face like he was fragile even though it would take a lot to even dent him at all. You saw the glimmer of amusement in those green eyes as he raised a brow in question at your gentle handling of him.

“..Sorry, uh just admiring.” You cleared your throat and felt your blush burn toward the tips on your ears in response and felt your heart flutter at the soft chuckle that left him.

“Really? You're an odd one y/n, I don't have many women say they're trying to admire me.” The Austrian mused with a shake of his head but didn't deter your touches, only looking amused by them.

Contemplating your next moves you leaned your head forward peering at him uncertainty before mentally saying ‘fuck it' and closed the distance between you both. You kissed him gently and sighed, relaxing as he reciprocated the kiss and you moved the hand to his shoulder.

Eventually you parted and avoided his gaze as you rubbed your neck looking down as you shifted in his lap. You had an idea for what you wanted so you shifted and rocked your hips forward against the erection you could feel hardening against your thigh. “This okay?” You whispered a bit breathless as squeezed his shoulders, getting a hum in response.

You lifted yourself up and helped undo the belt carefully with his help pulling the pants down enough so they wouldn't get stained. You shifted and felt your breathing hitch as he helped pull down your ring gear to help get better access. As you shifted he guided you to lean back a bit and ran his hand over your side gently.

“I'm going to have to prep you, I don't have any condoms on me either. Plus I need to ensure you stay quiet so..” He gently laid you down on the couch, shifting to lean over you as he ran his fingers over your folds gently. He chuckled feeling you shiver and whimper under him before he nodded to Ludwig who had been patiently waiting at the sidelines for que.

Kaiser smirked in amusement and dark enjoyment as he stepped forward as he pulled down his wrestling trunks. He coaxed you to look over by turning your head towards his now freed cock and stepped towards you. “I hope you remember last time.” He mused with a smirk as he guided you to take him slowly.

In time with Kaiser's thrusts you could feel Gunther's thick fingers scissoring the inside of your entrance as you whimpered around Ludwig. The feeling on both ends was overwhelming even as you trembled beneath both men who were assaulting your senses on each end.

“Breath princess, you're doing very good.” Gunther pulled his fingers free from you and he gently stroked your thigh as he watched Ludwig thrust into your mouth. One of his hands soothing your trembling thigh while his partner worked towards his release. “That's a good girl.” He whispered to you and rubbed the soft skin of your inner thigh.

You trembled, breathing through your nose as you hollowed your cheeks and gently reached to hold Ludwig's hip as the man steadied his ever shuttering thrusts. You felt his movement getting erratic as he grunted above you before grabbing a handful of your hair and pushing deep with a low groan. You internally grimaced as the salty taste went down your throat and grunted around him as you tapped his hip.

Ludwig pulled back from you and ruffled your hair with a chuckle as he stepped back. “She's all yours, Gunther.” He wiped himself clean and tucked himself back in his trunks as he turned walking across the locker room.

You coughed lightly and made a face as you huffed watching the other man leave with a small huff of breath. Your breathing slowly coming back to normal as you turned your gaze back towards the larger man above you.

The General smiled at you and brushed your hair out your face as he looked down at you from above. “Are you sure this is what you want, y/n?” He whispered and ran his thumb over your cheek in a gesture that was almost too sweet. Everything about him was so tough and dominant but it seemed he was showing you a softer side of himself.

As you nodded in confirmation and gently spread your legs, you could see him relax and his eyes flick up to your face as he moved over on top of you. One hand braced over the arm of the couch and the other soothing your side and coming down to rub your hip as if steading your nerves.

You breathed shaky and shifted, placing a hand on his shoulder and the other on his side, guiding him closer. You bit your bottom lip as you wrapped your legs around his waist and used your free hand to free his cock from the confines of his boxers. You felt his grip tighten on your hip as he lifted your body up towards him a bit and he positioned himself between your legs.

“Ready? I need you to breathe and tell me if you need me to stop okay? Alright..” The Austrian murmured gently soothing a hand over your stomach as he guided the tip into your entrance. “Easy love, easy..I got you.” He whispered, feeling you tense and whimper under him as he slowly pushed more of himself into you. “There, you're doing so good for me hm?” He chuckled and leaned down to kiss your jaw before he moved the hand off your hip to cover your mouth. “Tap me if you want me to stop okay? I can't risk being heard.”

You felt your heart racing in your chest both from anticipation and excitement as you slowly nodded in agreement to his words. You let yourself relax beneath him and jolted at the first experimental thrust he gave which made you feel just how much he filled you up. You trembled and exhaled through your nose as he set a steady yet gentle pace so you could adjust to the foreign sensation. The burning and discomfort slowly gave way to pleasure like sensation lightening your senses on fire.

Upon feeling you begin to relax and hear your soft muffled sounds against his hands he had begun to move a bit faster and with more force. The movements made you shake and jolt beneath him and you braced yourself by holding his shoulders as his hand clamped over your mouth more. He grunted softly with the effort and watched your reactions carefully for any signs of discomfort as you tilted your head back and arched your back into his movements.

It didn't take long for you to feel the familiar pooling in your stomach and increasing heat that was building towards your release. You trembled upon the intense feeling as you gasped softly against his hand and tightened your grip on his shoulder to try and anchor yourself as your mind began to blank.

“That's a good girl.” Gunther growled in your ear and thrusted deep making you lightly scratch his shoulder and tense up. “Let go for me.” He whispered and kissed your neck, keeping a hand over your mouth as he used the free one to rub the sensitive bud which sent you right over the edge. He grunted and scrunched his nose as you clamped around him as you moaned against his hand.

As your release slowly died down you could feel him pull out and rub your thigh. You watched as he sat back slightly and pumped himself a few times before he came with a low growl and panted softly. God you loved being underneath him. Even now boneless and spent you could feel your attraction and love for the man only increasing.

“You did so good for me, my queen.” He whispered and cupped your cheek giving you a soft kiss before he pulled back to watch you with a soft look. “You earned your spot.”

[pokemon-card-of-the-day]

Pokemon Card of the Day #3107: Light Dragonite (Neo Destiny)

Light Dragonite was a Pokemon that was meant to handle only specific things. It could block the effects of Special Energy, including the Energy types they tried to provide. This would devastate some decks and be absolutely useless against others. This necessitated a good secondary attacker to go with Light Dragonite, as its damage output was decent but nothing more. Being a Colorless-type meant finding a pairing wasn't too hard, with the trick being finding one that was good enough against the wide variety of Pokemon Light Dragonite was poor against.

100 HP was quite good, being up there on the better side even for Stage 2 standards. This was on a Pokemon without a Weakness, so the standard here was to try to take Light Dragonite out in 2 hits instead of 1. This was balanced by the general lack of power from Light Dragonite itself. A Fighting Weakness provided protection mostly against Tyrogue and occasionally Donphan, though if using this in Rocket-On (its weakest format) Giovanni's Machamp was notable as well. The Retreat Cost here was 2, which meant that switching out could be somewhat annoying to do.

Miraculous Wind could be either really good or pointless depending on the context. If Light Dragonite was your Active Pokemon, every Special Energy card in play provided just a Colorless Energy and had no other effects. This was a giant pain for anyone running Steelix or Murkrow in any format, Scizor in Neo-On, or Sneasel or one of the Metal tanking decks in Base-Neo. Some of those decks were completely shut down by this, not being able to pay for their notable attacks. It wasn't invincible, as a few of these (Steelix and Scizor especially) paired well with Muk already, being able to shut the Power off. Anything that didn't need Special Energy, however, just didn't care about this, and Light Dragonite itself lacked access to those Energy as well. This Pokemon Power turned Light Dragonite into a Pokemon that just tried to fish for the right match-up, which could have its place if people figured out how to build around it.

Light Wave wasn't the strongest thing in the world, but was usable at 40 damage for 3 Colorless Energy. It was probably on the lower end of power for a Stage 2 due to the strong Pokemon Power, and just cemented Light Dragonite's role as something that mostly wanted to show up in certain match-ups. Blocking all effects of attacks done to Light Dragonite (outside of damage, that was) during the opponent's next turn was nice, at least, to block things like Poison from a Dark Muk or Confusion from Crobat.

Light Dragonite was incredible against the Metal- and Darkness-types out there, and those types had some very notable Pokemon. It was also below average against most other things, which meant that a catch-all partner was required. Espeon seemed to have the most success with it, as both could at least provide solid damage against most things, with Espeon handling the otherwise terrifying Crobat. The deck was at the lower end of the competitive scene because it still struggled against the likes of Kingdra and Feraligatr and had to try to race Magcargo. It sometimes just dominated a game, however, and being a Colorless-type brought room for experimenting so maybe a pairing that worked better just wasn't found out.

[swiftfootedachilles]

What instruments do you believe Ian and Mickey would like playing?

ok so i actually i have this incredibly complex au that only exists in my head but essentially they both go to iu (or somewhere else idfk) for music. mickeys there for cello performance (sophomore) and ian is there for music ed (freshman) and his instrument is bass and they end up in the same orchestra/chamber orchestra classes and ian annoys the fuck out of mickey at first because hes always doing Non-Performance Major and Bass Player Things (being too laid back for mickeys liking, not taking orchestra as seriously as mick does, too nice, doesnt show up sometimes (mickey doesnt know this is because ian has registered as a disabled student due to his BD and sometimes he misses class bc of stress triggering an episode/emergency appointments/possible inpatient stay)) and it pisses him off that a freshman music ed major ended up in the same orchestra as him because hes worked his ass off for a decade getting semi-secret cello lessons in school and getting scholarships and grants and he knows its his only way away from his abusive dad and he thinks hes not good enough at anything else to go into any other career. anyway they learn to work together and both play for the Opera Workshop class production of Don Giovanni and they of course become hatefucking sneaky links/fwb/lovers/besties/soulmates and mickey slays the cello part in Batti Batti and everybody has a happy ending xoxo

but canonically? im sure they can learn the guitar and piano. easily accessible, plus the gallaghers have a piano in the living room!

[ele-sme]

Noccoro (pt 1?)

That morning stated wrong, and not only for the human boy but for the forest too. It was a raining day, and when it stopped to rain, all the earth was mud now. Which would be a problem at all, if only that day weren't programm a important ceremony. So important that all humans were invited too, but obviously it had been canceled because of the rain. And people of the clan, especially olders, wasted no time to say it was Jake fault for allowing the humans to the ceremony. Spider could only think two things: first of all, poor Jake, he had a hard time to adapt to the clan but still someone thought of him as a alien, even if that man was litteraly Toruk Maktao poor guy,Spider could only though. The second thought was that Jake didn't ask the humans to be there, it was Mo'at, the Tsahik, many were the humans who converted to Eywa, there were even humans that didn't have Avatar bodies, but they belived in Eywa anyway. That was afascinating according to the tsahik, they believed even without the connection, that was real faith she often said. Anyway when Spider discovered there wouldn't be any ceremony that day he decided to study a little since his exams were close. Many scientists refused to have ignorant children, so Norm and Max accepted to institute a school only for humans, that school was different from the one Na'vi attended. It started at Seven and with a program that on earth middle school students started. Now Spider was at his penultimate year, he had an exam on Giovanni Verga and Julius Caesar, they were vary far from eachother but as Spider teacher said often "it will help you to remember things well" except it was not. After a hour of studying those two, he received a visit.

"Hey" Neteyam said coming in his room, all wet, it might started rain again.

"Hi" Spider responded looking up from his book, a smile creating in his face.

Neteyam closed the door and putted the lock on it, then he sitted down next to Spider and his desk. The other boy turned to the other.

"The ceremony is postponed to next week" Neteyam announced.

"Which day?"

"Tuesday"

Spider maked an annoying sound clicking his tongue, "I have the exams that day" he responded, that ceremony, a so much big occasion, all humans allows and he had his stupids exams.

"Skip them" the other said, making Spider eyes light up at the thought, going there, skipping the exams.

"I can't" the human responded, biting his bottom lip.

"Why no? You are one of the best in your class, you have great grades, why can't you skip one exam once?" The blue guy asked.

Spider thinked for a few seconds, evaluating if go or not.

"Alright i won't do the exams" he said and the other boy maked a victory punch in the air.

They both laughed

"You are a bad influence to me" the human said after some more laughing, making them start to laugh again.

Neteyam stopped to laugh and he looked at the boy, who continued to giggle.

"You know, you are so beautiful without the mask" Neteyam said, and Spider cheeks taked a red colour.

"Is the door closed?" The human asked to the Na'vi who nodded, his gaze wasn't at the boy eyes but at his lips, thinking maybe how they tested even if he already knew.

"If you want to" Spider said, now he looked at the other lips too "you may" he continued.

Neteyam didn't hesitate and jumped on the other lips.

Spider was the one who kissed hard, and Neteyam was the one who kissed with passion.

mouth on mouth,

Saliva tripping,

tongues danced.

They're kiss, weren't like others kiss they gave.

Although they were their first kiss, they stopped talking after they gave it.

A year without talking, only knowing what was going on through the others,

Torture.

Poor them, in return they had had the opportunity to practice their kisses.

Neteyam, courted some girl his mom liked.

Spider, having some girlfriends and boyfriends.

In the end, Neteyam ended the relationship with that girl, and even if his mother was angry she couldn't do anything about it.

Neteyam had come to Spider immediately after he broken off whatever he had, Spider who lefted his girlfriend some weeks before had taken him in his arms.

After some other minutes of making out they layed down on the floor, a pillow to make them comfortable.

They were chatting, hand in hand, talking about the future, and how much they liked eachother. Then Spider became silent.

"What is it?" Neteyam asked confused at the other.

"We can't tell anyone about this" Spider said, they knew, they haven't talked about that but it was clear, if Neytiri finded out not even Eywa could have protected Spider.

Neteyam face went from confusion to sadness.

"One day" Neteyam said, hopeness in his tone

"Yes, you are right maybe one day" Spider lied.

That day couldn't come, maybe if he had an avatar, but he didn't have one, and he doubt that for his eighteen birthday he would have received one.

A knock came from the locked door

"Neteyam it's time you go, Spider his mom ask if you can stop teaching him" Norm voice said.

As a cover for Neteyam to stay and being with Spider, they said that Spider was giving him some private lesson, everyone taught it was history or math, but it was kissing.

"All right" Neteyam said with a annoyed tone, and after he give his boyfriend a kiss on the lips he got out.

Spider couldn't do anything if not putting himself in bed and cry for what he had that one future (very far away he hoped) he couldn't have anymore.

They are like 15 and 14, some weeks or months before the RDA came back. I actually really like making them, but i have the sensation i write them cringe. Do you think this too?

[thesixthplaneteer]

Day 1 of OC-tober 2023!

Bent the rules slightly and decided to spiffy up a WIP of something from my wife's fave OC's perspective but it still involves my fave OC so like, it's not illegal right? This is a little write up in a later part of our VTM canon involving Noa the Giovanni/Hecata and Nyth the thin blood. I hope you enjoy!

Noa’s dark curly hair and pink flowing dress billowed behind her as she briskly walked to Nythanel’s room. Dignity and a desire for control were the only things that kept her from running to him. Her face was placid with no hint of her inner turmoil. Julian towered over her by over a foot but struggled to keep up with her as he held a bandage to the bleeding wound on his arm. He was a slab of meat of a man yet still whimpered like a dog about his arm as they walked. It annoyed her, he annoyed her. Joaquin was already getting on her nerves earlier in the night but now this. It was always one thing after another with those two. They ate from the palms of her hands however their obedience was a constant struggle. 

I am not losing my grip on them. She thought to herself. I am squeezing them too tight. They are spilling between my fingers like mud. This can’t be sustained with them both.

“Then he bit down like he was trying to take a chunk out of me.” Julian’s voice interrupts her thoughts “That’s when all the plants started shaking and moving so I got the hell out of there and went straight to you.”  He spoke like he was trying to defend his actions. To bring justification for disobeying her orders to stay with and take care of Nythanel. 

Then you should have let him devour you. She thinks to herself. She keeps her stride and silence as they walk down the long hall. She knew if she were to speak now the control she held on herself would break. 

A strong lemon scent filled her nose as she stopped at Nythanel’s door. Thin vines with wide flat heart shaped leaves and white trumpet flowers in full bloom were growing out and snaking around the door. They reached out toward the hall like they were searching for something but did not move further down it. 

“Want me to open it?” Julian asked earnestly. Maybe too eager to prove his usefulness but obviously hesitant to involve himself without permission. 

“I need you to step aside and stay quiet, please.” She spoke with an even tone not looking away from the door. 

Her “please” was more warning than courtesy and Julian knew that. He promptly stepped back away from her and the door.

She reached out toward the door and gently took a bloom in hand . The vines stopped moving and the flowers begane to close as they went dormant, save for the one she held.

“It is Noa my love. Would you let me in?” Her voice was much softer than how she’d spoken to Julian. A sweetness and warmth reserved only for her Nythanel came to the surface as she spoke to the flower. 

Julian hated hearing her get so sweet for him. I’m still useful. He thinks to himself. He wouldn’t dare say it out loud. Noa wasn’t cruel to him but he felt the weight of death surrounding her. He witnessed the ceremonies used to summon wraiths. His fear and adoration of her were in equal measure and it tore him apart that he couldn’t be more like her or more of what she wanted. Nythanel’s accident and Joaquin accompanying them made him realize just how low on the pecking order he was. Despite years of service as her ghoul he felt less wanted by her now more than ever. He felt anger toward her and he hated himself for feeling it. He hated having to share her but he was ordered to and he must obey. 

The flower Noa spoke into closed up a moment after and the vines slowly receded from the door. The green tendrils freed the door and Noa took hold of the handle. 

“Stay out here.” She told Julian in her flat tone. Without waiting for a reply she pushed her way into the room, careful not to hurt the thriving plant life.

She had made sure some of Nythanel’s favorite plants were surrounding him. But they were in pots. Pruned and maintained. Now the room looked more like an abandoned shed that nature was determined to reclaim. Thin vines of Moonflowers wiggled and writhed along the walls and floor entangled with Pink Princess Philodendron. Large rose bushes of a myriad of colors reached out in all directions. Red chrysanthemums peaked out from the choking vegetation. It was a verdant haven that suited her beloved although she worried about the structural stability of the building if this went unchecked for too long. 

The vines on the floor pulled away to clear a path to a mound of various blooms and foliage. She stepped carefully to not step on a wayward vine or leaf as she approached. Walking around the mound she realized it was Nythanel’s wheelchair completely overtaken by the vegetation. He sat splayed out in the seat, his head slumped over and his visible eye closed. He was beautiful in the moon glow from the large window and produced a scene from a fairytale with this presentation. Like a prince sleeping in a meadow waiting to be awoken by love's kiss. 

Noa felt her heart slump as she took note of the bandages still on his head and covering half his face. There was blood around his mouth and on his chin. Red specks dotted the bandages. No doubt the result of his attempted feeding. She took a few more steps closer and reached for his hand. He still wasn’t fully cognizant and his fine motor skills were nonexistent. He still wasn’t speaking but seemed to respond well when spoken too. At least when she spoke to him.  

“Good evening my love.” She said as she gently took his hand and crouched down in front of him to be eye level.

She kept her volume low, speaking softly to him with a small smile on her lips. She felt some joy to have him in this state and she felt ashamed of herself for it. He was always so fiercely capable. Able to take care of himself and relied on even her as little as possible. She understood why he was that way but part of her delighted in him being fully dependent on her now. Her wildflower needed her now more than ever.

His eye opened slowly and his hand squeezed hers. His grip was uncomfortably tight but she was ecstatic for it since he had not been able to hold her hand in a long time. He stirred slowly in his seat. Even small movements seemed labored. So proud of his athleticism and strength, now could barely lift his own arms. He opened his mouth and revealed his bared fangs.

“If you’re hungry then drink from me, love.” He had to be hungry. She thought to herself. He was a thin blood after all. Even if his blood allowed him some power it came at a high cost. She silently cursed Julian for upsetting him so much to cause this kind of reaction.  

She stood slowly and sat on the arm of his chair though it was mostly vine now. With a gentle hand on the back of his neck she pulled his head to her chest and brought her wrist to his mouth. He opened wide then latched roughly.

A quick sharp pain from his fangs then a shiver went through her body. A shiver that she craved and that her beloved provided. She pulled him tightly to her, running her fingers through his chestnut brown hair while he fed. His teeth sank deep into her but thankfully she was more durable than Julian. She would never know what it would be like to have a child, but in these moments she felt like a mother. If everything goes to plan, he will soon be as much her childe as she could make him. The thought of him refusing her like Joaquin crossed her mind. She pushed it away. Nythanel had made his love of who and what they are clear. The studies and experiments they have already done on the matter was more than proof he meant it. Soon she will be able to make it happen for him. Soon she would give him the most precious gift she could. She smiled as she nuzzled into his head. She breathed in the lemon scent that clung to his hair as he suckled from her. 

It was a few precious moments of bliss until she began to feel the hunger in herself grow. She felt an uncomfortable stir in her chest at the vitae being given up. 

“Nythanel, that’s all I have to give for now love.” She tried to pull her arm away but he bit down harder and his hands tightened around her arm. She felt her beast bash at its cage. She fought it to maintain her composure. As truly and wholly together they would become if she allowed him to devour her completely, they had so much they could accomplish still.

“Nythanel.” She said in a low whimper in his ear. “You’re hurting me, please let go.” 

His warm brown eye looked up and into her own dark eyes. He stared at her blankly then a spark of awareness seemed to come over him. His grip on her loosened and he unlatched. Noa felt her beast calm as Nythanel lapped at the teeth and fang marks on her arm. She smiled softly at him and took his face gently into her hands. 

“I’ll be back soon, my love. I’ll bring you more to eat but please don’t feed from Julian. We need him.”  She kissed him on the cheek leaving a red stain and held him in a tight hug. She could feel his trembling arms move around her. She felt the vines moving around her ankles. She wanted to stay in this moment forever. However there was work that needed to be done if she was ever going to get her dear friend fully back. He was reluctant to let her go and it both delighted and broke her heart. But he was too weak to actually stop her.

“I’ll be back soon, I promise.” She said with a wide smile to him and made her way out of the room. Careful to not step on any of the plants that grasped after her as she left. 

Julian leaned against the wall right outside the door where he was told to stay. Noa’s face was once again placid. Her emotions locked away back inside her. Julian pushed off the wall and looked at her, waiting for her to tell him what to do.

“Julian, please make sure he is safely in bed before sunrise.” She said in her even tone. 

“Yeah, ma’am.” He managed in acknowledgement through his own swirl of emotions.   With that she turned and made her  way back down the hall. Her heels clacking as she went. Her mind went through all the preparations she would need to make. Just a few nights more my love. She thought to herself as she flipped open her cellphone to call Joaquin

[bucoliqves]

How would the brothers karamazov be if it was an early 2000s italian telenovela with a low budget? 🧵

We follow the (dis)adventures of the Morettis (Moretti < moro = brown), a roman family that owns a very famous bar.

The head of the family is Matteo (I've never met a single Teodoro (fyodor) in my life + Matteo means God's gift too)

His oldest son Giorgio (again, I've never met a single Demetrio (Dmitri) in my life + Giorgio is a name related to the earth > the goddess demeter) never finished highschool, he got in the army but soon dropped out to follow his new girlfriend Caterina to Milan.

Caterina is the daugther of a retired soldier who got Giorgio into the army in the first place. While he was with Caterina, though, he became friends with her sister Agata, who introduced him to her friend Giulia, who everybody calls Lia (Grushenka. Same shit, you won't find any Agrippinas here).

Matteo had Giorgio with a young woman named Adele, whom he was forced to marry when he got her pregnant and divorced a few years into their marriage. Matteo remarried an even younger woman, Sofia, who gave him two children named Giovanni and Alessio.

Giovanni is about to graduate in natural sciences. He rarely visits his family, but he happened to pop by when Giorgio and Caterina were there too. He secretly fell for her and planned to move to Milan as well to follow her and keep and eye on his brother.

Alessio (whom everybody calls Lele) has always been a quiet, lovely child. He dropped out of uni a few months into the semester to follow his true calling and become a priest. He is following a seminary in Vatican city and visits his father every weekend. (Let's pretend they're roman catholics for the sake of this. DOSTO DONT CRUCIFY ME)

Paolo "Cacaliscia" (literally "smooth shit", best rendition of Smerdyakov i can give you), the three Morettis' "distant cousin", works at the family bar and is the one who knows all the gossip. He despises his job and how his "uncle" treats him, so from time to time he tells everybody's business to the right (wrong) person.

Paolo's scenes are always in the bar. In every single episode with him he's either cleaning glasses with an annoyed expression, leaning on the counter with a shit eating grin ready to gossip or just being the typical caricature of a gay guy in an early 2000s piece of media.

Lele is seen with one (1) signature friend, Michele Raccattoni (raccattare=to collect), who's in the seminary with him but is not very... priest like. The directors LOVE adding scenes of him coming back to their shared room late into the night and Lele switching on the lights annoyed.

The show is top of the charts for five years, has 12 seasons and is still ongoing, everyone and their mother lost their shit when Lele almost left the seminary for Lia and some actual radical priest condemned the show during a sermon (he wanted Lia and Giorgio together).

Giorgio's actor has become italian teenage girls' n1 dream guy and in 2021 there's the start of a whole fandom for the pairing between Alessio and Michele. People who like Giovanni are considered edgy and no one likes Paolo except three Cacaliscia apologists on twitter dot com (me).

In the final episode Lele finally rejects the avances of Elisa, a girl in the seminar who has a crush on him, and becomes the youngest cardinal in Rome because he can. He celebrates the double marriage between Lia/Giorgio and Caterina/Giovanni. Paolo is the flower girl.

The ceremony is stopped when Niccolò, a boy whom Alessio had taken under his wing, storms into the cathedral and tells everyone that Matteo has been found dead. It turns out Paolo had murdered him. The two couples find his will. He wanted to leave everything to Alessio, who decides to divide his inheritance between his brothers and their wives. While he's looking for Paolo to tell him he's going to get some money too he finds out he hung himself in the church confessional.

And uhh thats it. Notte notte.

[justsome-di]

Nobody Ends Up Dead in a Bathtub, Everyone Keeps Their Organs: Chapter 10

Summary: Alex is an ordinary, highly-introverted office worker. He clocks in and out and goes home to his little apartment he shares with his younger sister. He hasn’t dated in years. Until his co-workers set him up on a blind date.

The only issue is he and his date are not on the same page. At all.

While Alex thinks it’s a normal date, Damián is under the impression Alex is a client who paid to be there. No-so-quickly, they realize something is up. It’s all a prank. Damián is a sex worker Alex’s co-workers hired as a sick joke.

After reassuring that they’re both okay, Alex decides he wants revenge for both him and Damián. The plan is to use the stigma of sex work and start a 6-week, scandalous fake dating scheme with a big finale at the office Halloween party. Alex’s co-workers will be too horrified to try to prank him again. At least, that’s the plan.

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chapter warnings for eating disorders

Some nights Damián wished he still smoked.

The habit had been comforting. Stepping outside, pulling out a cigarette, cupping his hands around it to light it against the wind. There was routine to it. Whenever he had a bad day, he could always stand on the sidewalk and breathe in the nicotine and tobacco, and it would wash over him like a heavy blanket. It was simple. Easy.

Inhale. Exhale. Repeat.

Stub out ash before his fingers burned.

It always took the edge off his appetite. Whenever hunger pangs were beginning to twist at his insides, he would stand on the stoop of his building and go through cigarettes until his vision lagged when he turned his head, and he could return to his apartment without needing to think about food again for a few more hours.

Christian hated it when they dated. He complained whenever he nuzzled his nose into Damián’s hair and could smell the thick musk of smoke. He refused to stop on their dates so Damián could pick up a new pack, and he would make a point to frown whenever Damián excused him from a room.

But Damián cherished those moments when he stood in the dark, under the single light outside by his apartment's front door. Sometimes he was alone, and he loved the solitude. Sometimes, someone would stand beside him, scrolling through their phone and puffing quickly just to get the buzz going. His neighbor, Danny, would speak to him if he felt like it.

More often than not, Danny didn’t. No matter how often Damián would try to start a conversation, finding joy in annoying the grumpy, older man.

Damián liked sharing cigarettes with clients after appointments. It felt cliche, but he liked that cliche. He liked leaning over, either accepting their flame or flicking it up for them. It was like a bookend to the intimacy. A proper closing.

But he quit smoking years ago. No matter how much he itched to reach for his bedside nightstand now, he knew there wouldn’t be anything to grab. Just a copy of Giovanni’s Room, headphones, and odd pocket change he had no idea where else to scatter.

Damián stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom and thought that he should hang a plant there somewhere. But maybe the ceilings were too high in his apartment. Getting a plant hung up would be one thing but taking care of it would be another. He would have to dust it up there, water it. He would have to climb up to take it down every so often to shower and inspect it.

Still, a spider plant or a pothos would be nice. It would be something to look at rather than dull white paint.

Damián sort of liked being self-destructive. He liked burning up on the inside so intensely and then sizzling out once all of his energy was spent. It was like a sprint.

When his eating thing returned every so often, it was always with some excitement. Some adrenaline. He couldn’t lie to himself. Plans for counting calories and restricting his food always, briefly, gave him something to look forward to. Like he was at the starting line, hands pressed to the hard rubber of the track, legs ready to push himself forward to the finish.

And then, once he settled into the diets, every time, he felt like he lost a part of himself. A stumble. A fall. A roll across the finish line, bruised and skin rubbed raw.

Maybe he’d get lucky someday, and he would be a completely different person.

He didn’t know why he fell into fits of enjoying his self-destruction except he guessed he liked the idea of one day someone coming up to him and, seeing his pain, offering to help.

If he suffered enough that someone noticed, he might feel like he had permission to cry. If someone saw him in pain, then that meant that someone saw him. Someone was seeing him and noticing him, and they cared enough to take him in his arms.

They would see all of him.

They would see him as a mess. They would see all of his flaws.

But it never happened.

When someone did mention it—the fact that he was pushing his food around, that he was claiming a little too often that he had already eaten—he brushed it off. When Leo asked for the second time if he was sure he didn’t want dinner, Damián thought that it wasn’t fair to burden his little brother with his problems. Diego was just a client, and Damián couldn’t break the illusion he paid for.

Danny, across the hall, was all rough edges, and he was never sure what to say, though Damián was certain he noticed his fluctuating weight. A hesitant flick of a cigarette to knock off ash. A long look up and down. But Danny never said anything. 

Christian had his own problems, and the two of them had been caught in a spiral of enabling each other.

Alex—

Alex would be out of his life soon enough. It didn’t matter what Alex thought or did.

Damián hadn’t found the right person to save him yet, apparently.

And he never got so bad that a complete breakdown would demand attention and energy from someone around—something he really wanted. He wanted to absolutely implode on himself so that someone would rush to him and be forced to take him all in.

Once, with Christian, he got close. One particular bad week led to a fight and then their breakup. Christian was so caught up in his own feelings that he didn’t see Damián’s cries for help. He didn’t see that Damián’s sudden moodiness, his need to get a rise out of Christian, was him begging him to stay and work things out and just hold him.

Damián just wanted to be told it would be okay. That a fight had an ending. That he should really try to eat something.

Instead, Christian responded with his own hurt. His own need to be told that things would be okay. His own implosion that was demanding attention that Damián didn’t have.

And Damián guessed that that just happened sometimes. They added fire to one another. They burned bright together. It was inevitable that one day they would consume and engulf everything around them until there was nothing else. 

Damián wished he still smoked. He would kill for a cigarette, the musky smell of burning nicotine. He wanted to choke. He wanted to stand in front of the building and have his and Danny’s ash mix on the ground before they turned back inside, silent.

It would kill the hunger pang gnawing at his insides.

Damián’s phone buzzed against his pillow. He heard it, muffled but strong, through his cheek.

He grabbed it, hoping it would be a text that could distract him from his spiral.

An update is ready. Restart your phone.

He swiped the notification away and returned his eyes to the ceiling. There was no one left, he presumed, to check in on him. And maybe that was his fault. People didn’t flock to forest fires when they refused to stop burning.

A pothos would be nice. Right in the corner of his room. A pothos and a step stool.

[thatdesklamp]

Hi! I saw your post around here where you mentioned Ali Hazelwood, and I've been devouring her stories lately. Since I trust your judgment more than my own (that A level in literature really shows), I was wondering if you could recommend other stories you might have enjoyed? They don't have to be in a STEM setting, nor necessarily romances (although those are very welcome). Thank you so much <3

Hello! Yes of course!!

For books that remind me of ‘One Day’ (and therefore encapsulate the vibe I was going for in this fic). Heavy on themes of intimate relationships between two people, nostalgia, time and growing up.

‘This Time Tomorrow’ by Emma Straub: gorgeous insight into getting older and a push for change, explores the relationship between a father and daughter beautifully

‘Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow’ by Gabrielle Zevin: masterful characters and structure. Two friends work as video game designers. The publisher’s tagline is brilliant: ‘It’s not a romance, but it is about love.’

‘Amy & Isabelle’ by Elizabeth Strout: one of those books I know I’ll appreciate even more when I get older. Mother and daughter relationship: if you resonated by Greta Gerwig’s ‘Ladybird’, you’ll love this one.

‘The Time Traveller’s Wife’ by Audrey Niffenegger: It’s famous for a reason. The most original love story I’ve ever read and with such genius and tender plotting that demands rereading.

‘Normal People’ by Sally Rooney: melancholic and bittersweet (aka it was the ‘One Day’ that I didn’t like quite as much as ‘One Day’ but also guys it’s a good book c’mon let’s be fr here)

Romances I’ve enjoyed (these are probably very popular but there are so many shite ones that I’ll vouch for these):

Ali Hazelwood books. I am so adamant that this woman is an absolute legend and her books only get better. Loved her most recent (‘Love, Theoretically’), it’s too fun.

‘Book Lovers’ by Emily Henry. Emily Henry loml.

‘Love and Other Words’ by Christina Lauren: ICONIC friends-to-lovers

For STEM-y books I enjoyed, I liked:

‘Lessons in Chemistry’ by Bonnie Garmus: the main character is absolutely brilliant and I’m the world’s most devout feminist so of course I devoured this book. (Although constantly calling table salt NaCl did annoy me juuust a little. Yes salt is primarily composed of sodium chloride but it’s not purified so calling it NaCl is just a bit silly)

‘The Code Breaker’ by Walter Isaacson: non-fiction (gasp!) but I find CRISPR so interesting. Biography about Jennifer Doudna, the Nobel Prize winner who essentially transformed the world of genetic engineering.

Miscellaneous books I’ve enjoyed:

‘Tender is the Flesh’ by Agustina Bazterrica: chilling dystopia, excellent narration from perspective character, so disgusting and gory

‘Fingersmith’ by Sarah Waters: not usually a fan of historical fiction but Sarah Waters is the loml, brilliant plotting, crime fiction

‘Vladimir’ by Julia May Jones: devoured it in a day. Dark and sensual, with such a sharply-characterised perspective character.

‘The Charioteer’ by Mary Renault: one of the first books to write an unapologetically positive portrayal of homosexuality. Essential reading for any lgbt+ person who likes reading, imo: stands on the same level as ‘Giovanni’s Room’ or… literally any Sarah Waters novel. I read it for background research on a far-off WW2 fic I want to write but ended up loving it. Really sweet.

Huzzah I hope this is up to scratch <3

[blackprivilege]

Update on Wretched of the Earth: 68 pages left

I’ve been at 68 left for a couple months now because I’ve been reading this in a sporadic manner (I’ve been so tired for the months I’ve read it lmaooo, horrid)

I’m almost annoyed because it usually doesn’t take me this long to read a book, not once in my life. To be fair I guess, its not like it’s a “simple” read…but I feel I’ve read complex writings and understood them without it taking so long before (because I do understand what I’m reading, it’s just taking longer), so idk I still feel a typa way about it taking me this long to get through

In other reading list news, I think once I finish it I’ll read Sunahtah D. Jones’ thesis “Ain't I a Woman, Too?”

In similarly for fiction I think either in between or after (or maybe simultaneously) I’ll read Giovanni’s Room like I said I was going to (cuz I didn’t do it before like I was planning)

[grimalkinmessor]

Near from Death Note for the character headcanon ask game

I love Near he's my baby ^.^

Fluffy-

As an adult his favorite toys are actually rubix cubes; not because they're hard for him to do, but because he can switch around the colors and push them together to make pictures. It's like forming his own, more complicated puzzles, and he often tries to build them so they have different pictures on each side. Roger hates it because he'll walk in and there's just a huge WALL of rubix cubes in the middle of the room and he can't risk knocking them over on pain of death disappointment.

He learned how to braid hair from Mello when they were young, and it becomes a bit of a stim as his hair gets longer. It stays almost perpetually tangled and he has to get someone to help him brush it after a bath. He gets a bag of ribbons once and spends the rest of the day making a whole rainbow of braids in his hair.

Mello used to give him pieces of his chocolate, but because Mello freezes his chocolate bars and Near has sensory issues, he usually just likes to let the square sit in his mouth and melt instead of eating it normally. You can give him a square of chocolate and come back an hour later and he'll still be holding it in his mouth.

Near is a bit like a cat in that he likes to hide in invisible spaces. He'll disappear for several hours and all of his agents go nuts trying to find him, thinking his been kidnapped, only to find him playing solitaire on top of the fridge, and the only reason they saw him is because he scared the hell out of Giovanni by asking him to grab a card that he'd dropped. The people at Wammy's quickly got used to it—it takes his agents far longer lmao.

While Near hates actually being outside, he really enjoys laying out in the sun. He will move his toys across the floor to follow the patches of sunlight throughout the day. There was a sun room at Wammy's, and if he wasn't curled up in one of the library window seats, he was down there sprawled out on one of the couches. In the winter he builds himself a blanket nest near one of the radiators and refuses to move. You will have forcibly pry him away from his chosen spot unless you give him a very good reason to vacate it.

Angsty-

Near's mother gave him up voluntarily. He was the product of an abusive relationship and she just couldn't bear to look at him anymore, so she left him in a bundle on the doorstep of an orphanage with his birth certificate and never looked back. Near looked her up once as an adult out of curiosity—she's living happily with her wife somewhere down in France. Near leaves her alone.

He only knows four (4) languages fluently—even though he picks them up very quickly—and it's through conscious choice. Given that he already struggles with verbal nuances in his home tongue, he only learns new languages when he has to. He much prefers to communicate either through text or sign language because he's gotten in trouble a few too many times with his 'monotonous' tone of voice.

Near never actually gave a shit about becoming the next L. He didn't care about upholding his legacy or carrying out L's justice—he just was so much like L in his mannerisms that Wammy's pushed him far harder towards that path than the others. He's been told he should be a detective for so long that he just accepted that he would be one instead of actually examining what he wanted to do with his life. Detective work is fun to an extent, but Near doesn't really enjoy it. At least, not without something to make it interesting.

Near fucking hates food. He hates it. The act of eating makes him queasy a lot of the time simply because he dislikes the texture of a lot of foods in his mouth. It is a struggle to get him to eat literally anything. The human function of having a digestive tract and needing to consume food annoys him deeply. What he can handle varies from day to day too, so Roger can't easily work around his dietary restrictions like Watari did for L. Some days he can eat two whole meals with minimal struggle, and other days it's a fight to get him to eat literally anything.

Despite telling Mello that he gave him the only remaining photo of him, that was a lie. Near kept a copy of it in a lockbox back in America in one of his safe houses, and he went back for it after the Kira case was over. He keeps it in his shirt, close to his heart, and he keeps meaning to make a necklace out of it but always bails before he has to hand over the picture. Every year on Mello's birthday, he'll go to the spot he died and curl up against his gravestone and whisper little apologies for lying to him about it. Most years he falls asleep out there and Giovanni has to come fetch him in the morning.

[aurorawest]

Reading update

The Winter Spirits: Ghostly Tales for Festive Nights - 5/5 stars

I bought this solely for the Natasha Pulley story, "The Salt Miracles," (I WOULD READ A WHOLE BOOK ABOUT FLINT AND THE SAINT, MX PULLEY), but every story was really good. My kind of spooky.

Seriously though, I wanted so much more of "The Salt Miracles." How was it a queer love story despite not being a love story or queer? God I love Natasha Pulley.

Henry Hamlet's Heart by Rhiannon Wilde - 5/5 stars

Really lovely YA romance set in Australia. The yearning is impeccable. Also, I hate myself for saying this, but it's historical fiction—it's set in 2008.

Handmade Holidays by 'Nathan Burgoine - 3.5/5 stars

Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin - 4/5 stars

Not an easy read. The main character, David, is despicable, but in large part because he lives in a society that expects rigid adherence to gender roles. One thing I found really interesting was repeated emphasis on the fact that David won't act, he waits for someone else to do it for him—he acknowledges that if Joey had asked him to stay, he would have, that if Giovanni had asked him to stay, he would have. And then Hella tells him that as a woman, she has to wait for men to tell her things, but David doesn't tell her he's gay, he waits for her to figure it out herself. Hella makes this into an explicitly gendered dichotomy, which is interesting with David constantly fretting about not being a man because of his queerness.

Queer classic, people should read.

Merry & Bright by Joanna Chambers - 5/5 stars

They Hate Each Other by Amanda Woody - DNF at pg 2

Contained the following absolutely baffling author's note, which I quickly became so resentful of that I stopped reading.

Against the Stars by Christopher Hartland - 4.25/5 stars

Near-future sci-fi where everyone gets one 44 second look into their future. Fairly dark for YA. Also thematically relevant to my MCU fic.

Mistletoe & Mishigas by MA Wardell - 4.25/5 stars

This book was lovely. I loved Theo so much. Sheldon is very annoying but also very lovable. And it's nice to read a Hanukkah romance!

Haunted Hearts by K Sterling - DNF at pg 2

Did anyone edit this?

The Bruising of Qilwa by Naseem Jamnia - DNF at pg 21

Wanted to like this one but it just wasn't very well written. You ever read books where it's obvious the author spent too much time on their wOrlDbuILdiNg to the exclusion of actually writing a good book? Yeah.

Between Shadow and Flame by CT Bryce - DNF at 26

Editors? Hello?? Seriously, I feel like people are writing manuscripts on their phones and uploading them directly to Amazon from there.

The Power of the Dog by Thomas Savage - 4.5/5 stars

Oddly I found this to be not as difficult of a read as Giovanni's Room, in my private game of Ranking Queer Classics Against Each Other. Obviously Phil is an awful man, but in the end I felt bad for him, tbh. Phil is like, a really catty twink wrapped in layers of toxic masculinity and repressed homosexuality. And then Peter is a sociopath. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to sympathize with Peter? I didn't think I was, but then I scanned Annie Proulx's afterword and it seemed like she thought we were supposed to? Obviously you feel worst for all the people Phil just heedlessly tears to ribbons because he's a maladjusted asshole. I think the thing is, there were just enough glimmers where Phil acts like a human being that I was like, maybe you can be saved! Ah, tragedy.

Anyway, good book, 10/10 would recommend. (and no, I haven't seen the movie)

[faetedforglory]

[ SUCK ] with Giovanni and Kosuke

bad content lmao

The man was nothing short of a tease, that's all he'd been since Giovanni met Kosuke. He didn’t tend to trust whores, but trust wasn't what this was. The man was nothing short of a violent bimbo but even he seemed to have enough sense not to cross Giovanni. . .

He watched with growing irritation, the little display that Kosuke was giving right now was just distracting. Sucking hard on the candy, making a big show of his tongue swirling around, licking up it. If he was so damn desperate to put his mouth to good use, Giovanni would oblige.

"Vieni." Giovanni ordered, his pet grinning like he'd won as he drew closer.

Giovanni pulled the sucker out of Kosuke's mouth and threw it in the trash, earning an annoyed "hey--" from the man that seemed to be cut off with a look.

"Seduto."

That irritating look was back on Kosuke's face, as if he'd somehow won. Bastard must have had an oral fixation, but that wasn't the bad part-- Giovanni could use that-- it was the attitude as he sunk to his knees.

Kosuke might be pretty but that expression-- Giovanni wanted to wreck him, break him in, show him that the only winner here is him. He could. . . Well, that was an idea.

Giovanni spread his legs a little wider for Kosuke to have more room, giving yet another command for him to get to it.

Kosuke ran his hands over Giovanni's thighs, making a big show of getting to where he was supposed to be before he undid Giovanni's belt and the button, unzipping and too distracted to notice Giovanni pulling something out of the desk drawer.

Just before Kosuke could get any further, a small tube was presented to him. "Can you multitask or are you just a useless pretty face? Can you get yourself ready or is that too hard for you?"

Kosuke had really done it now, hadn't he? He blinked in surprise before his expression showed Giovanni had him where he wanted him now. Determination in his eyes, he really was easy to play like a cheap kazoo.

He freed himself only as much as necessary, consequences for keeping a man like him waiting would be fun but it was best not to push his buttons too far. Lube spread across his fingers before he used the clean hand to start stroking Giovanni slowly, feeling him get harder in his hand. His tongue pressed against the underside and he started licking up the shaft before he started to press a finger into himself. He shuddered a bit but wouldn't let himself falter, focusing more on Giovanni than his other task to keep him busy.

He took the head into his mouth and sucked lightly as his tongue moved across it and he started to sink down, about half way when he added a second finger into himself. Any discomfort was ignored in favor of trying to take Giovanni all the way down. As he tried to prepare himself for the inevitable throat fucking his fingers moved in and out of him, scissoring--

"Did I tell you to stop?" Giovanni asked.

Kosuke huffed before he started to pull back and sink down again, speeding up faster than he would have liked but this bastard would get what he wanted one way or another-- but Kosuke knew what he was getting into. At least he thought he did.

His free hand wrapped around what he couldn't get in his mouth easily with the pace he tried to keep, though it meant forgetting he likely should have taken it slower, or paid more attention to stretching himself.

Giovanni's hand found Kosuke's hair and gripped tight, kosuke taking in as much air as he could and relaxing his throat before he started to push and pull, before Giovanni decided to start setting the pace and how far Kosuke would take him in.

He wasn't thinking terribly hard as his free hand started to make its way to his own dick, stroking and smearing the precum, forgetting what he was supposed to be doing until Giovanni roughly pulled him all the way off.

"Su."

Kosuke realized by Giovanni's expression that he might have fucked up-- considering he was not confidently ready for this bastard.

Fuck.

Fingers pulled out of himself and he sat back for a moment, only to be roughly pulled up and pressed hard to the desk, face down on it.

"I said su." Giovanni glared.

He was fucked. Well, about to be. But that was thrilling, wasn't it? Letting the man think he was pinned to the desk and feeling him line up and--

Definitely not fully ready. It wasn't very painful-- it wasn't enough to stop him from having fun, but Kosuke wished he'd have stayed on task just a little better. Lesson learned. Giovanni was the worst but he couldn't deny there was a thrill, something intriguing about the bastard and that the rush pushed the discomfort into pleasure.

Expecting Giovanni to have the decency to let him adjust was the next in the series of mistakes he was making, he gripped the edge of the desk and gasped at how he just got right to it.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck--

Kosuke bit his lip and grunted, the friction between his dick and the desk far from ideal, but it was something-- far better than having his hands occupied while the bastard used him. Stars knew the bastard wasn't about to get his hands dirty.

He felt Giovanni lean down, felt lips against his neck but knew this wasn't something soft-- the word wasn't in Giovanni's dictionary.

There wasn't blood but pain shot through Kosuke-- he cried out and at this point even he couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure-- maybe he was more masochistic than he thought as he felt a hand wrap around his neck.

He'd really done it this time, apparently.

There wasn't time to brace himself before Giovanni's grip became rough, firm, unyielding even as Kosuke gasped. Air wasn't being pulled into his lungs, but it sure was escaping a little more with every attempt to breathe. Burning-- burning inside and his throat ached.

Giovanni started thrusting into him harder now, Kosuke could have sworn he heard a sadistic chuckle but just before he was about to throw the man off his grip loosened, not even a squeeze.

Kosuke desperately inhaled for air, spots in his vision as his breathing labored to catch up.

Why did he want this again?

As Giovanni's thrust landed just right he suddenly remembered, moan escaping him as he felt it again and again-- fucking finally, right?

And just as he had it it was gone again, no way the bastard did that by accident. His hand moved again, this time creeping under Kosuke's shirt and nails dug into the skin, dragging down hard, down to his lower back before the hand stopped making contact. Then it was on his thigh, digging in, scratching, marking the skin violently.

"Motherfucker!" Kosuke gasped out when teeth were on his neck again, digging in, Giovanni was sucking on the skin and marking.

He had to be close, right? His rhythm faltered, he was losing it, surely he would fix his aim right?

Giovanni's hand that had been holding his hips down wrapped around Kosuke's neck again and he took a deep breath before another painful squeeze made his body ache.

Kosuke shuddered after a few moments, when Giovanni's movement stopped with one more hard thrust and the bastard had the audacity to finish in him, didn’t he? Without even getting him off? What an asshole!

Giovanni smirked against Kosuke's skin before he pulled back, pulled out of him and left the fae to try and catch his breath.

He was already putting himself back in order, though his own breathing heavy. "Make yourself useful and clean up your mess." He said before he departed from the room.

"Son of a bitch." Kosuke fell to his knees again, panting, gasping, stroking his dick. No sense in not finishing the job.

[riddler-elinoir]

Penacony Encounter!

🪷💸🎇

Somehow, Elinoir managed to sneak into Penacony, managing to secure a room while the Charmony Festival is undergoing preparations.

Though, she informs the Family that she wasn't there to represent the Riddlers for the Festival, considering she never got an invitation and describes her stay in Penacony as a short vecay.

Upon discovering that she needs to be on the Dreampool to go to Penacony's most known treasures, she was delighted to see such an odd way of reaching the dreamland, fascinated.

Roaming around the Golden Hour, the Riddler goes around, looking at the interesting sights to see. That's until she found a familiar figure at the corner of her eyes.

With a smirk, she sneaks up to the stranger and..

"BAH!" Elinoir lightly smacks the back of the stranger, causing him to yelp. The tall male turns around, meeting a grinning Riddler.

"Eli! Don't do that!" Sampo huffs. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself." The lady giggles, twirling around as her long white dress spins in motion. "Isn't Penacony amazing? Man, I feel so relaxed."

Sampo agrees. "Were you invited to the festival?" The indigo-haired man asks. "Ah, I just came here for a vecay. They did welcome me to celebrate the festival with them." She informs. "But I am curious who got the invitations."

"If I recall correctly, the Garden of Recolection, the Masked Fools.. Who else? Uh, there's the Astral Express." He informs, causing her to beam up. "The Nameless too? This is such a fancy festival, eh." She grins. "I'll visit them later on, check on what they're doing."

"Bad news, the IPC was also invited.." Sampo mumbles, causing Elinoir to be quiet. After a few moments, she spoke up. "The IPC? The Interastral Peace Cooperation that follows the Amber Lord, the-" "Yes, yes, them." The male cuts her off before she could tell more. "What's more, the representative is here in Penacony.."

"Seriously, why are they invited?" The Riddler asks, annoyed. "I'm telling you this because I know you don't like them." The Fool said. "Don't want you bumping into them and creating more hassle while the Charmony Festival is ongoing."

Elinoir nods, before turning into her normal demeanor. "Thanks for telling me buddy." She says, placing a hand on Sampo's shoulder. "See ya' around!" She smiles, walking away, distracting her thoughts while waving her hand. "Say hi to Giovanni for me, will ya'?"

As the Riddler roams around, looking at the shops and enjoying herself, someone bumps into her.

"Oh, sorry." She apologizes. "No worries." The young lady said. Upon looking who bumped into her, it was a petite young woman who had black hair that was tied into two high pigtails, fluorescent pink eyes with a butterfly detail under her pupils.

She white-haired lady smiles. "I'm glad that's the case." The young girl smiles back too. "I'm still sorry about that. Please take care miss Masked Fool." The Riddler walks away.

The smile from Sparkle's lips dropped slightly. "How did she know I was a Fool?"

[hellfireclubmember]

The Cake Attack of ‘87

a/n: this is just a short fluffy relationship fic. also I currently have 666 followers and thought that was neat. Thank u to anyone that reads this and enjoys it.

w/c: 1,350

pairing(s): boyfriend!steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: Steve is excited to be throwing his best friend a surprise birthday party. Unfortunately, his friends are idiots and he ends up with a face full of cake. Good thing his girlfriend is there.

warnings: sort of curse words, idk if the word i used is considered cursing but jic. soft girlfriend and boyfriend type beat

It was Robin Buckley’s 19th birthday and Steve was far too excited to throw his best friend her very first surprise party. He had been running around Hawkins, sneakily buying bags of party streamers and quietly shoving helium balloons into his car, all week. You were in charge of getting all the food; pastries, chips, the cake. This was a very important task, something Steve continued to emphasize, because it’s not really a birthday party without the birthday cake. He also kept telling you that he trusts you with this very important mission because you’re the person he trusts the most, which is a load of crap. You’re just the only other person with a license that doesn’t drive like a maniac.

Steve was on a kitchen chair in the middle of the living room when you walked into his house. His cheeks were flushed, pieces of tape between his lips, as he attempted to stick purple streamers to the ceiling.

“Hey, Stevie.” You walked over to his kitchen and put the cake down with the other sweets. There were plates full of cupcakes and cookies on the counter. A myriad of drinks and bags of chips. Maybe Steve had gone a little above and beyond considering the amount of people coming but honestly, it was really sweet.

“Hey, sweetheart. Got the cake?” You walked back into the living room where he was trying to get a mess of tape off his hand. The chair he was on wobbling a little as he flailed his arms. You sped walked over to him and grabbed his hand, gently peeling the pieces of tape off his hand. “Thank you.” He mumbled, stepping off the seat and planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Of course, one vanilla birthday cake.” You reached down for his hand, pulling him into the kitchen with you. The white cardboard box, with the words ‘Giovanni’s Bakery’ spread across the top, sat nicely among the other treats “You know, I think this is very nice of you.” You wrapped your arms around his torso, looking up at him. “You’re the best friend a girl could ask for, Harrington.”

A wide smirk spread across his face. “Yeah? Am I the best boyfriend a girl could ask for?”

“Well….”

“(y/n).”

“Yes, Steve.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “You’re the best boyfriend anyone could ask for.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Steve’s smirk was replaced by a big dumb grin. He brought you in for a kiss, hand on the back of your head.

The doorbell rang throughout the house, immediately followed with incessant knocking. “C’mon, Harrington! It’s hot out here.” Eddie’s voice was slightly muffled by the door. Dustin’s voice not far behind.

“Yeah, open up.”

-

Robin had been sufficiently surprised. Actually, when she walked through the door and everyone yelled out, she threw her water bottle at the nearest child. Mike was winded for a few seconds but got over it quickly.

“Awww Stevie, you did this all for me?” Robin’s arm was flung around your shoulders as she spoke. She was making light of the situation but her heart felt so full. No one had ever done something so nice for her. There aren’t a lot of moments when Steve and Robin tell each other how much they care for one another and this felt like Steve’s way of saying just that.

“Oh yeah, you should’ve seen him.” You slid your arm around Robin’s waist. “He was a decoration fiend. Driving around, car full of balloons.”

“You’re both annoying.” Steve rolled his eyes with absolutely no real annoyance. There was nothing he loved more than watching you get along with your shared friends.

You weren’t originally part of the group. When Steve asked you to officially be his girlfriend, he was actually quite nervous about introducing you to his friends. He was so scared they would run you off. His anxiety proved to be unnecessary because you were welcomed with open arms by everyone. Even Max was a fan. “Whatever, happy birthday, nerd.”

“Yeah, happy birthday, Robs.” You kissed her cheek. “Oh! The cake. We must abide by tradition and awkwardly sing happy birthday.” You clapped your hands and excitedly went to go grab the cake. Steve started gathering everyone, herding them to the kitchen table. The cake was now on a pretty crystal stand. You were very careful, gently putting it down on the table in front of everyone. There were unlit candles on the top of the sweet dessert. “Right, we need to light those. I’ll go look for a lighter.”

While you were in the kitchen, rummaging through drawers you heard some loud chattering immediately followed by a thud. You rushed back to where everyone was standing. All of them looking very guilty. Your beautiful boyfriend was standing in the middle of everyone, face covered in vanilla frosting, large chunks of sponge cake littered around his hair. Robin and Eddie were standing to the side, neither of them able to meet your eyes. Both of them clearly the culprits behind the cake attack. You would have to deal with them later.

“Baby, what have they done to you?” You scraped some frosting off his eyelids so he could finally open them. He still couldn’t really open his eyes, squinting to be able to look down at you.

“Just point me in their direction so I can kill them.”

“No murder right now, tiger.” You intertwined your fingers, carefully leading him up the stairs. “Gotta get you cleaned up first.”

-

In the bathroom upstairs Steve was sitting on the closed toilet, your hand holding his face still. You were wiping his face clean with a moist towel, trying your absolute best to be as gentle as possible, not wanting to irritate his skin. His hand was on the back of your thigh, softly rubbing circles with his thumb. He was looking up at you, adoration clear in his eyes. The moment was so sweet, it filled his heart with pure unadulterated happiness.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop the hooligans.” You picked a particularly large piece of sponge cake out of his hair.

“It’s alright, better me than you, sweetheart.” He put his hand on your hip and shot you a wink.

“Alright, Romeo.” You scoffed, trying your best to get all the frosting out of perfect hair. “Want me to just wash your hair, babe?”

“Please.” Steve pouted, loving all the attention you were giving him. He was usually trying his best to take care of everyone around him so he was taking full advantage of the situation.

-

Steve was then sitting on a chair that he had dragged into the bathroom, his head on the cold marble of the bathroom sink. A really uncomfortable position, but he’s not complaining, not when he has your fingers in his hair. The anger he had felt earlier when Eddie and Robin pushed his face into the cake completely gone now.

“I’m a little scared that they’re down there by themselves.” You said, sitting down on his lap as you rinsed the suds out of his hair. Gently kneading the last bits of cake out.

“Baby, in this moment I don’t really care.” His eyes were closed, just enjoying the feeling of your magic fingers expertly massaging his head. “They can break whatever they want.”

He was being serious. He loved how you took care of him; you were so attentive and caring. Steve had always felt clingy in his relationship with Nancy, and you never made him feel that way. You both loved each other and cared for each other, he was finally happy. Nancy might’ve been his first love but you were his great love, he was sure of it.

A crash was heard from downstairs, making you both jump. “(y/n) it wasn’t me I swear!” You heard Lucas call up the stairs.

You sighed and rested your forehead on Steve’s shoulder. He was laughing.

“I don’t know why you’re laughing; this is your house.”

You felt his laugh come to a stop. “Those little shits.”

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