CuntyCesare

Hyperfixations + rarepairs = desperate media creation.

[cuntycalloway]

Here’s my #1 Enzo x Luca song in case anybody cares about them currently

Some part of me wants to see Enzo being so affectionate to those he really looks up to, to the point where it turns sexual, in seek of more validation from them after they’ve given him such a sweet taste of appreciation and tenderness while also being a good and admirable person already.

Some part of me lowkey wants him to wanna fuck or suck or literally do anything to please, but Luca is like “You’re better than that. You mean more to me than that. I think highly of you, and you should do the same.” And Enzo hates it so much because maybe he doesn’t want respect from the one person who actually gives it to him and he wants and wants and wants and wants and gets nothing more than maybe a single touch to rethink everyday night after night.

Maybe he keeps trying, to no avail. And before he can shake off this unhealthy cycle and crush, Luca’s gone. And he wants to die because he’s grieving so much already, but that part of himself is just torn up over losing his chance at getting what he so desperately wanted, and maybe that makes him sick to his stomach with disgust and self-loathing and clarity over what he was doing all that time and—

[cuntycalloway]

Oh no. My birthday is coming up. It sure would suck if somebody…idk…gave me a body pillow with some random character on it. That would be awful…

And— oh my gosh, if it were THIS character? Oh no no no! My life would be ruinedddd!!

(Image from @mafiamemesandedits I love you I love you I lobe yuo I lpvr yiy—)

That would really suck so bad omfggggg…

[cuntycalloway]

Sorry I’ve not been posting. My other cat passed away a few days ago out of nowhere and I was already teetering on the edge of a MDE, so highkey struggling rn fr on God.

Definitely not gonna post my monthly fic today, but I’ll try to make it a little birthday gift to myself later this month like—

[cuntycalloway]

Ya’ll I’m losing my mind I want to write something but my mind is at war right now

WHO THE H E DOUBLE FUCK TOPS??????

SAMMM!!! HITTING IT UNDER THE COVERS

TOMMYYYY!!! ROCKING MR TOUGH GUY’S BIG TOUGH WORLD

Voting ended onApr 28

[cuntycalloway]

THATS WHAT I THOUGHTTTGGGGRRRR!!!!

[cuntycalloway]

Ya’ll I’m losing my mind I want to write something but my mind is at war right now

WHO THE H E DOUBLE FUCK TOPS??????

SAMMM!!! HITTING IT UNDER THE COVERS

TOMMYYYY!!! ROCKING MR TOUGH GUY’S BIG TOUGH WORLD

Voting ended onApr 28

[cuntycalloway]

You know I don’t think I’ve told any of ya’ll how much of an addict I am when I like a game.

And @httpyurivolkov !!! You didn’t TELL ME it was a SERIES!! GGRRR I FEEL THE DEMONS COMING BACK…..OHHH I FEEL EM!! They’ve been asleep since rdr2, dear God forgive me for what I’m about to do……

You did this to me, pookie. I’m going to 100% every single mf Forgotten Hill game the devs ever dared to release in my lifetime.

[cuntycalloway]

God have mercy… I’m catching the writer’s block… Chat this is not good…😭

Weird thing I do when I get the B L O C K is skip around between pages, starting new ideas in a frantic—and 9/10 times utterly futile—attempt at making myself get hooked and lock in.

Sooo…any preferences on what I should stick with in order to (maybe, MAYBE) get a piece out on the 1st, or at least a bit late?

Please. I need to stick to one thing. I have so many drafts— What does the community want?

Enzo/Cesare plotted-ish smut

Enzo/Corrado next chapter of Fill My Cup

Ignazio Tessari angst (aka he’s spared and is set to work under Enzo in ‘Zolfo)

My forgotten, fluffy Enzo/Cesare Valentine’s Day fic

Voting ended onApr 25

[hydrraswanderingframes]

The Phantom of the Opera

Mafia: The Old Country

[cuntycalloway]

He’s right behind me, isn’t he?

[cuntycalloway]

Everything you taught me. . .

You never could have taught me how to handle this.

[cuntycalloway]

I love him only as much a God will let me. And we’ve survived this long.

You have to know what that’s like. To want just one more morning.

. . .

Not anymore.

I’m going to fucking explode.

[cuntycalloway]

Have I ever mentioned how badly I needed Sam and Tommy to slam their faces together in the Saint and the Sinner?

Because I was just reminded of how Tommy looked at Sam with this spark in his eyes that he needed to physically blink away and I might need to go back to that, personally.

[cuntycalloway]

Do you think we were ever meant to die free?

I don’t think I even know what that word means anymore.

[hydrraswanderingframes]

a tale of forbidden love…

Mafia: The Old Country

[cuntycalloway]

May the walls that surround your deathbed remember the shadow of your last smile.

For your soul is good

Good and favored by Lord God

And God does not wait

For your heart is pure

Pure and born from empathy

And empathy burns

For your fire is fierce

Fierce and intimidating

And such can bring fear

For your gaze is deep

Deep enough to drown a man

And a man fears death

For your hand is strong

Strong enough to make man kill

And kill more than flesh

For your skin is pierced

Pierced and bleeding lover’s grief

And her grief hurts worse

For your peace is here

Here and now you lay and rest

And rest is for souls

What needs said is said

You know now, but we repeat…

For your soul is good…

[cuntycalloway]

Kinda nsfw rambles and thoughts. Bewareee 👻

Need Corrado not being mean about sex in the way one would think. Because instead of getting rough, harsh with his hands, what if he gets so slow with it and draws out every little movement, every little touch, just to see the one he’s bedding beg for him to get rough? [As mentioned in a previous post about him (and his brother): wanting to get someone to give over willingly.]

What if he does this with Enzo, but doesn’t give him roughness even when he’s asking and biting his pillow with bitter hatred in his heart, wanting nothing more than to have another reason to hate Corrado— a reason this man will not give him?

What if, when either of them start getting close, he pulls out all together, edging both of them to the limit, to the point where Enzo’s practically in tears? Because— he’s being more cruel than he could’ve ever imagined. He’s beyond mean and bad, he’s straight inhumane.

And what if some dick-dumbed part of Enzo lets himself ask, “Why are you so awful?” And what if Corrado holds him by his jaw, moves with him slow and even and right, and as Enzo gets close again—helpless little ‘ah, ah…’s flowing and cracking because he knows the older man is going to deny him again?

But what if Corrado keeps going, this time? Hips speeding up instead of down, winding Enzo up and up and up, earning more and more severe sounds of pleasure, until Enzo’s thighs shake, hips jerking and body tensing, eyes actually rolling back from the intensity before he squeezes them shut for the same reason?

What if Enzo can’t even make that much noise, until a loud, gasping moan escapes him? And what if Corrado just keeps going, pushing and pushing and forcing Enzo to get all the way through it before he lets himself finish?

What if, after he’s done, he doesn’t even leave Enzo’s body? What if he just stays there, touching him, shushing him, telling him well done and that he’s so fucking pretty when he comes? What if Enzo wants to hate it, but is so out of it that he can barely even fully absorb what’s being said and done? What if he’s like a sponge so soaked in the softness being poured over him that he can’t take in anything else until it’s out of him— and that’s not going to occur until Corrado leaves, at the very least? And maybe they both know that’s not happening until Enzo kicks him out himself.

[cuntycalloway]

Down on the west coast, they got a sayin’…if you’re not drinkin’, then you’re not playin’.