#part 2???

[multiseb21]

F1 drivers as tweets that made me laugh this month 🫡 (part 2)

[jinxgrenades]

You understand Viktor’s needs.

That’s what made all the difference from the start.

You saw how he would spend countless hours slaving at the lab without properly eating or sleeping, sometimes not even bathing.

A man who wanted to be the owner of the future and master of his fate, driven by his will to do good, to do great, but losing himself on the way. Wilting and wasting away.

Viktor had an unstoppable drive, and would quickly cut out any attempts he thought would hold him back - hold progress back - his partner would know; all the gentle and insistent tries to make him “Just take this night off to have a good rest Viktor, please,” or “At least eat the soup I brought, Vik ... ” time and time again were shut down, because.

Well, no one could make Viktor do anything, ever. That’s just how stubborn he was. Common knowledge.

But you understand Viktor’s needs.

And people now look at you as a miracle worker when Viktor clocks off at 8:00 PM on weekdays and takes Sundays off, starts eating light finger snacks he brings in neat lunch boxes on breaks, puts on weight, and looks rested and at peace. Like he wasn't waging war on anyone who would just as look at him in a patronizing way. Who would dare to imply something about his limits, about the fragility of his body.

Now how did you manage to change him so much?

“Have you been good?”

With Viktor sitting in front of you at the edge of the mattress and you between his open thighs, you run your fingers through his now soft and damp hair, pushing strands out off his forehead. He looks up at you in a daze, blinking owlishly with the tender caresses.

“Yes,” He breathes low, the soft yellow lights in your room keeping him relaxed after his shower, “Yes, I have.”

“Good,” you nod slowly with a smile, still petting his hair, fingers combing over his locks and massaging his scalp lovingly, “And did you eat today?”

Viktor looks down at your softly-clad belly for some seconds and fidgets with his fingers on his lap, “Only the snacks, didn’t get lunch.”

“Hmm. Not ideal, but still progress,” your hand cups his cheek and he welcomes the caress nosing at your palm with closed eyes, “You’re going to eat well at dinner to make up for it right?” Your tone is soft and Viktor nods against your palm, dark whiskey eyes suddenly big looking at you.

“Will you be good, Vik?”

another nod.

You understand Viktor’s needs.

Your hand wonders and gently pulls the hair at his nape, and he leans his head back, already eager, bare.

It amuses you, how docile he becomes when at last he feels safe, when he lets go of the control he so desperately thought he needed, but only managed to pile himself up with pain and anxiety. So much do to, so little time.

But It’s okay now. He has you.

You lean over and trail slow kisses down his neck, the sweet way Viktor's lips part and a soft “-Ah-” scapes them makes heat fill your belly as you give him a bit of teeth, he shivers as he holds a groan back at this throat, tilting his neck back for more.

Your hand trails down his soft sleeping clothes and finds him already hard and heavy resting over his thigh, and with one last nip - because you knew how much Viktor went crazy when his neck was under your attention - you pull back to see his hazy eyes now focusing on you, slack-jawed and panting.

“Let’s have dinner, and we can continue after, alright?”

He swallows, and for a moment or two looks like Viktor is going to say something against it, but you still have a hand buried in his hair and you give a light tug, fisting it gently as a reminder.

Viktor is not sure if it’s a threat or a treat. He throbs hot inside his pants, already leaking.

For you, he would give anything. And control was such a small price to pay compared to the peace that now completely floods him, to be in your hands, under them.

The burning heat that devours him because of you.

“Alright.”

You smile and give a last jerk at the hair of his nape, a hiss of pleasure escapes and he bites his bottom lip in want, his hands in a firm grip at your hips.

“That’s my good boy.”

That’s the thing about control. It’s given, not taken.

[jikangairodo]

satoru had always had the tendency of getting particularly needy around holidays , decorating to an extreme & showering loved ones with gifts . it seemed simple enough , a whole day to compensate for all of the ways he fell short in showing his adoration . with more patience than he'd practiced in a lifetime , he'd waited until the exact time nanami was off the clock - bounced eagerly in the doorway before his friend could even manage to fully get up from his desk chair . he wears a giant red sweater , covered in hearts , bulky heart sunglasses that replace his usual blindfold , even a silly headband with heart shaped antennas that seem to shake with each of his eager movements . " nanamin ! happy valentine's day ! " he exclaims eagerly , large gift basket cradled in his arms . in it there is decorative tissue paper , several jams & breads , other savory treats from all over the world he'd thought nanami might like . he'd even tucked a few books & candles into the free spaces , a carefully folded maroon bathrobe with a plush blanket to match . there are a few candies , just in case - but satoru had obviously put a lot of consideration into this being a gift *solely* for the other & not something that he too could pick at . he doesn't go for a cheek kiss this time , but even so his expression is jubilant & a bright smile spreads from ear to ear . " ya' still grumpy from earlier ? "

When it comes to occasions and celebrations, Kento only invests effort in proportion to the significance of the day. Valentine’s Day occupies a lower rung in his hierarchy of importance, particularly since he lacks someone to spoil or spend time with. As a result, he opts for minimal exertion, picking up a few cards and boxes of chocolates during his commute to work and distributing them throughout the school with a courteous smile. As is custom, as is expected from him. This is what Kento does, who he is.

And then there’s Gojo. Kento has just draped his blazer over his arm when a shadow darkens the doorway to his office. It’s not that Kento is oblivious or unintelligent; rather, he’s simply accustomed to Gojo—his appearance, his demeanour. Over the course of 10 years, Kento has developed a certain immunity, though he still observes people’s reactions on the streets, noting their dropped jaws, pointing fingers, and blushes—sometimes all at once. For the first time in a decade, Kento remembers how it feels.

“You look ridiculous,” he grouses, his words polished and worn smooth after years of repetition. As he steps closer, he consciously directs his gaze downward to avoid any imprudent impulses, like flicking the gaudy antenna perched on Gojo’s head. It’s then that he spots the basket, brimming with items tailored to Kento’s preferences. He shouldn’t be surprised at the considerate gesture, but surprised he is.

“That's too much. You shouldn’t have.” Realising he sounds as grumpy as Gojo accuses him of being, he adds a quiet, “Thank you.” Nevertheless, he refrains from taking the basket from Gojo’s hands, opting instead to navigate around the oversized hindrance at the doorway. It’s well past his usual departure time, and Kento becomes uneasy if he lingers at the school longer than necessary. “I can’t manage all of that on the train. You handle it.” Perhaps, for once, Kento can stretch his limits. Maybe he can go all out. “I’m open to suggestions for dinner, otherwise you’ll be eating whatever I decide to make.”

[youandtom2]

i would love a part two to literally all of your fics because they are just chef’s kiss 🫶🏻 but mostly to praise you like i should. im very curious how they are handling the work dynamic and if they are fucking in the office 🤫

Thank you!!

I wonder, I wonder...

[shawolsos]

Loreen representing Sweden at Eurovision this year feels like Hui going on Boys Planet

[daintylovers]

hot girl movie recs from yours truly <3

- jennifer’s body ( yeah it’s everywhere but it still hits everytime, also i have to rep my taurus girlies)

- heathers (another common one but christian slater and winona are to die for)

- x (the whole cast is amazing and the energy is so fun and campy)

- gia (it gets intense but honestly such a good watch)

- empire records (another fun spirited one!)

- sucker punch (this movie!!!! childhood favorite i won’t take any criticisms, this movie is superior)

- call me by your name (not only because im in love with timothee but also because it’s a beautiful movie)

- thoroughbreds (cast is unmatched, also the first anya movie i had ever seen and i was obsessed for months)

[emwallas176]

I was out all yesterday and haven’t been able to have access to internet until just recently and can I just say….

WHATTT THE FUCKSHEHJDNEKGIFKWNK

[disasterobsessions]

please be honest with me and tell me if you'd pick up a book with this cover. I made it myself :)

[psychedelic-ink]

love that people reply to my fic saying "part 2????" without even reblogging and then I check to see they're not even following me-- like wut????

[wordfather]

me: hey so how far does your 'all-seeing' sight extend?

the many eyed creature in my basement: ARE YOU ASKING BECAUSE YOU TRIPPED ON YOUR OWN SHOELACES IN THE FOYER AND FELL ON YOUR FACE?

me: oh... so you saw that... :(

the many eyed creature (trying to be nice): ................ NO.

[sabertoothwalrus]

dating meshi

[spongebobssquarepants]

[lostonmyroad]

jessica really said “god forbid women do anything” and doomed an entire people to war by installing her twink son as a false prophet by stealing her cult’s 10,000 year old breeding program propaganda

[youandtom2]

i would commit a felony for little birdie part 2

So would I, honestly

[makeitmingi]

ARE YOU GOING TO DO A PART 2 FOR THE SEONGHWA VAMPIRE STORY?! Like her being accepted into the coven or seonghwa turning her into a vampire?? 👀

asdfghjkl i wasn't planning on tho T-T you know, leave it as an *open ending*