#feat. | mateo.

[laliespositodaily]

Amamos a esta dupla 💚

[lucidsolar]

starter for: felix rodriguez.

“can i ask you something?” they’ve been sitting there silently but comfortably for a while now, and suddenly the question -- the whole topic had hit his mind and stomach uncomfortably. still, his fingers trace along the palm of felix’s hand, looking over at him. / @lucidlunar​

[waywardera]

@pastelchosen​

“I’M about to ask for a transfer.”

“How many near-deaths is that now?”

[lovecharged]

closed starter for @thefvrious continued from here.

darren recognises as soon as mateo responds that he'd perhaps taken his words far too personally. he had a tendency to do exactly that, to take everything as a personal attack and metaphorically punch back far too prematurely. he didn't want to be on bad terms with the older man, he had appreciated his friendship, his guidance, but his job - for lack of a better term - had been a sore spot for quite some time now. his siblings as eager to get him to quit as anyone. "okay," he murmurs quietly, gaze softening as he takes in the other man. "i'm uh -- sorry." a wince, because it pains him to apologise, even if he means it. "but a drink sounds really good."

[euphoriclusts]

it wasn't often he found himself endeared by humans, but there was something about mateo that had truly captivated his attention. he doesn't know what it is exactly, but has his suspicions. revels in how human he actually is, so intune with his abilities. it's not as though he's going to expect anything to come from the exposure of his reality, he doesn't want anything from mateo but he doubts he's the kind of man who'd spill all the details to the media, preferring to keep the attention away. "there are not many humans i have met that i have developed such an...interest in." he confesses, so undeterred by the intensity of his own admission. after all, he was ares god of war - very little wasn't intense about him. "oh, but you're still a wonder," he praises him with ease, pulling back to ready himself to present one of his, many, many gifts. eyes close as he body shifts and he transforms into a completely different form. now looking more like one of his brothers, dionysus. he'd often shapeshifted into them, finding it amusing when they'd lambast him for it.

"this is what my brother looks like, he's more of the party animal. which of us do you prefer the look of?" he teases it, knowingly putting the poor man in a slightly uncomfortable position.

Mateo felt a flush creep up his neck as Ares leaned in closer, the god’s presence both intimidating and enthralling. He wasn't used to this kind of intensity, preferring the quiet comfort of his own thoughts and the predictable rhythms of his everyday life. "Reading minds, huh?" Mateo's voice was soft, almost shy. "That's quite a talent. Must come in handy." He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. The idea of being trusted with something so significant was daunting. "Strategy, manipulation, passion... those are big concepts. Bigger than anything I've ever dealt with. But I guess... I guess we all have a bit of that in us, don't we? Even if it's not on the scale you’re used to." Mateo's hands fidgeted in his lap, a nervous habit he couldn't quite shake. "I’ve always thought that understanding and trust are built, little by little. If you think there's something in me worth trusting, then... I'm willing to try." He took a deep breath, forcing himself to steady under Ares' penetrating gaze. "I'm not sure what you see in me, but if you want to share your truth, I’ll listen. Just... go easy on me, okay? I'm not exactly a warrior."

[driptape]

relationships part five

[starboye]

toxic!nate jacobs masterlist

his good side

the worst of worst

needy boy

wake up surprise

supressed feelings

boyfriend or no strings

finally snapping

comparisons

oversharing

aftercare? no. feat. mateo

tell them

how did these two meet feat. mateo

caught in the act

possessive and jealous nate

how you two met

how far is to far

"i deserve better" feat. mateo

how would nate react to you leaving

do you even feel regret

dehumanize and degrade feat. mateo

threats feat. mateo

hit me hard

did you know

sleeping beauty

running a train

sex god

beach sex

dont be shy

group cock whore

pervert

call

gold tooth

bragging

you're his

©property of starboye

[popiellart]

diversity win! the entire sabbat pack is bisexual

feat. @uldren-sov's Mateo/Javier, @milleart's Vicente, and @susandsnell's Mira

[nvrlcnds]

Noelle knew that she needed to work on her attitude and how she responded to situations. She felt at ease hearing his words, the anxiety that was bubbling in her stomach slowly subsiding. "I agree with you. I want to try and be better when it comes to us," feeling the kiss being placed on her hand brought a smile to her face. "I do love you and appreciate you, and I will find more ways to show it, I promise," Noelle vowed, pulling him closer to wrap her arms around his neck loosely. "But you can't be surprised if I try to be a big-shot chef one night and make a few mistakes, deal?" She asked, trying her best to make the situation more lighter.

"I appreciate you saying sorry and recognizing how your words can affect me. It means a lot. I don't expect you to be perfect, and I'm not either. We both have our moments. But what matters is that we acknowledge them and try to do better." Mateo brought her hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles. "I'm here for you, always. And I know you care, even if you don't always show it the best way. Let's work on this together, okay? Communication, understanding... all of it." He gave her a reassuring smile, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand.

[flatasskellypricesimz]

somebodies finally dropping music

feat @decvyed (zane) & @huestudios (mateo)

[maxbegone]

etched in gold

Husband makes his heart race. His breath catches in his throat, his smile grows on its own accord, and the world comes to a pinpoint of focus, slows, because he has a husband.

TK’s head falls back, revealing the beautiful line of his neck as he laughs at whatever someone said in the circle of their friends he’s standing in. He’s golden in this warm light, catching on the ring that he slid onto his finger mere hours ago, a symbol of forever, through anything — not that they need one. It’s been proven, and their love is more than enough.

Most of their guests have gone home, leaving just their family, immediate and found, to enjoy the extra time they opted for at the venue, their conversations merely accompanying the soft music playing from a speaker somewhere, a glorious hum of people who came together for them.

Carlos finds himself unable to look away, like so many times before. It always catches him off guard, those moments of this is mine, this is my life and I get to have it, that make him practically pinch himself so he knows he’s not dreaming.

“Carlitos,” he hears. It’s a feat to pull his gaze away from TK, only to find Luisa leaning gently toward him. She has his niece in her lap, fast asleep against her chest as she strokes her hair. “You should be with your husband.”

“In a minute,” he replies. He’s enjoying this moment from afar.

His sister clearly isn’t having it, nudging his ankle with her foot under the table, laughing when he gives her an amused look. “Go,” she says again. “It’s your wedding day, you don’t have to entertain us so much.”

And she’s correct. “Alright, alright.” Carlos gets to his feet, but not before leaning over to kiss his niece’s curls.

He sighs contentedly as he crosses over, catching TK by the waist and pulling him in to kiss his cheek from behind. TK startles a laugh, only to fall comfortably back into Carlos’ arms as he leans up to kiss him back, lips just hitting his jawline.

“I’m not interrupting, am I?” He asks the circle, though it’s mostly directed at TK, whose arm is linked with his own as he runs his thumb in little swipes over his sleeve.

“Not at all, baby,” TK replies with a grin,

“We’re just hounding your husband a bit,” Paul laughs, and Carlos eyes him curiously.

“About what?”

“Last names, mostly,” Nancy says, leaning into Mateo. “And how one hyphen sounds better than the other.”

“Just let them do their thing,” TK says to him.“They’ve been at it all night.”

“And they know we’re keeping our own?”

Marjan holds up a finger. “Uh, for now. That’s what TK said.”

Carlos hums. “Okay, well, you all start placing your bets, I’m going to steal my husband.”

A series of teasing and childish ooohs follow them as they make their way down a cobblestone path that winds down to the lower level.

They walk in slow, happy silence for a little while, hand-in-hand, until they reach the area their ceremony was earlier in the evening. TK sighs happily as they take a seat on the stone wall at the back of the aisle. The chairs have since been put away, the flower petals swept up, leaving an open and empty space for another couple to tour someday soon and fall in love with, a place to showcase their love to the world just as they did today.

TK rests his head on Carlos' shoulder, and Carlos leans his head on his. In the distance, music thrums softly as laughter is carried throughout the venue. It's perfect, in this charming and private moment of theirs.

"What are you thinking?" TK asks him quietly, as if speaking any louder will break the spell that's fallen on them.

"That this really is the best day of my life."

TK lifts his head up and smiles. "Mine, too. I'd say it's almost perfect."

"Yeah..." Carlos breathes out shakily as he tries to stave off the tears for what feels like the hundredth time today, and he does it, but barely. "Almost."

"Baby." TK shifts to kiss him, letting go of Carlos' hand where it sits in his lap to hold the side of his face.

The kiss is tender enough to make him melt, and Carlos finds himself putting his entire being into it. He pulls away with barely any space between them, foreheads touching and noses bumping as TK sneaks in one last one.

"They're here," Carlos hears him whisper, fingers toying with the lobe of his ear, a comforting gesture. "They're here. Nothing could have stopped them."

He doesn't want the bittersweetness to show, but he knows he can let it out with TK. He's his safe space, his lifeline, someone he's vowed to love and fiercely hold onto until the end of his days. So he lets it out, a choked shudder, then shakes himself. Carlos sits up tall as he catches TK's eye and knocks his finger gently under his chin.

"Did you check your ring?" Carlos' eyes drop down momentarily to the band that rests on TK's finger.

He smiles. "No," he says with a laugh, "I haven't. I told you I wouldn't until we could look together, and when I tell you that was one of the hardest things I've had to refrain from doing..."

Carlos raises a brow. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Almost as hard as not shoving cake in your face initially."

"Well, you did in the end."

TK laughs again. "Only after you did it to me," he points out. "Did you look at yours?"

"Nope. We made a promise."

"That we did." He moves a little closer. "You first."

Carefully, Carlos slides his ring off his finger and holds it up so he can see. The lighting isn't bright, but it's enough to make out a line of Hebrew characters inside the gold band.

"Ani l'dodi v'dodi li," TK recites beautifully, watching as Carlos squints as he thinks. "I am my beloved's..."

"And my beloved is mine," he finishes, watching as TK's eyes light up.

"You remembered?"

"Of course I did. It's beautiful."

TK beams. "You're beautiful."

He holds up his ring next, and Carlos watches carefully for his reaction. It goes from curious to realization in less than a second, and TK's eyes are shiny when he turns back to him.

His mouth hangs open. "I—is this...?"

He nods. "Now I'll always be there to hold you, no matter what."

TK lets out an audible breath, shaking his head as if he cannot believe what he's looking at. "Baby, this...this is amazing."

Carlos pulls the ring a little closer so he can take a look himself, trailing over the whorls of his very own fingerprint etched on the inside of TK's wedding band.

"I didn't even know this was an option."

"Neither did I," Carlos tells him, "but I did my research."

TK's shoulders drop as he leans into him, pressing a kiss against his jaw. "I love you so much."

"I love you." He pulls TK in for a proper kiss, holding his face in his hands. "Thank you for marrying me," he says with a gentle laugh. He knows it sounds ridiculous, but he needs to say it.

TK hums. "Thank you for saying yes."

They kiss again, longer this time, more drawn-out, before TK goes to slide his ring back on. Carlos stops him.

"Let me."

TK returns the gesture, and for a little while they sit there in complete, contented silence, comforted by each other's presence and peace.

There's a whole life ahead of them waiting to be discovered. Carlos has plans, and he knows TK has plans of his own. He can't wait to see what's in store. But, for now, Carlos needs nothing else — just his husband, who is his entire heart, and the promise of forever.

[whskyneat]

JAVI is desperate enough to enlist Mateo’s aid despite knowing full well there would be comments regarding the bit about the age difference. It doesn’t matter — or at least the alcohol that’s currently swimming in his veins tells him it doesn’t. The fact that his ex wife dared to pass along an invite gives cause in Javi delivering a discreet ‘fuck you’ right back. “You wouldn’t need to talk to anyone. I doubt you’d want to anyway. They’re boring and old and frankly, I think I’d rather you not talk to anyone from her side of the family.” Javi presses in closer; pours in another shot for them both. “You’ll make me look like I won and, honestly, that’s all I want. Look at you. Clearly my standards have done something right. Gorgeous.” Down the shot goes. “What would I have to do to convince you?”

Mateo was not a skilled actor, especially not one who thrived in extravagant, extroverted settings—until he heard the words "open bar." A couple of shots later, and he loosens up for the most part. He raised his eyebrows, as if considering it, then turned to Javier and sighed, his shyness influencing his decision. "You know I'm not good at talking to people," he admitted. "I'll just make you look foolish, and I say this because I know you have your standards and all."

[seeminglyranch87]

Taylor & Travis Timeline

April 2024 - Part 2

April 19 - Taylor Swift's 11th Studio album is released; The Tortured Poets Department (x)

2am - The Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology. 15 more songs released!!! A double album!

8pm - Fortnight (feat. Post Malone) music video premiers on YouTube (x)

Taylor reads some of the poem in the epilogue on the album... (x)

Taylor shares video on YouTube shorts (x) and IG with some cute footage of Travis, Benji, Singapore & more

People give a summary of album themes in particular Taylor's fateful situationship with Matty Healy (x)

It becomes evident that Taylor has released the first songs about her relationship with Travis on The Tortured Poets Department (including The Anthology) Are there others?

The Alchemy (x)(x)

So High School

But Daddy I Love Him (final verse)

A source tells Entertainment Tonight (x)

[Travis Kelce] couldn't be more supportive and is pumped for Taylor. He knows how much this means to her and thinks she's extremely talented. Taylor and Travis admire each other's creative processes and work ethic. They cheer each other on, respect each other's opinions, and are open and communicative.

Uproxx reviews TTPD (x)

It’s a chronicle of a specific period of time, one that she needed to explore to be able to move on (having a “squirle”-loving goofball waiting for her at home helped). As she wrote on social media when the album came out, “This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.” She’s finally clean. The Tortured Poets Department isn’t the album people thought it would be. It’s rawer. It’s funnier. It’s more poetic and unapologetically dramatic. Most of all, it’s another classic from the preeminent songwriter of her generation.

April 20 - TTPD lyric videos released on Youtube with a sweet reference to Travis and Taylor in So High School (x) - note the letters TK & TS

April 23 - Chiefs quoting Taylor's lyrics from The Alchemy on IG (x)

Travis & Taylor snapped out for dinner at Mateo Ristorante, West Hollywood, California

Deuxmoi celebrity gossip receives blind suggesting Travis attended an appointment with jeweller Lorraine Schwartz.

April 24 - Donna Kelce reveals that Taylor & Travis joined Gigi Hadid and Bradley Cooper for a getaway in Carmel-by-the-Sea, California (x) dates not confirmed but presumed to be over the album release weekend.

A source tells ET (x) that Kelce is among Taylor's biggest champions. 

"Travis is so supportive of the entire album and loves that he is a part of Taylor's story. He is a Swiftie through and through, and is very proud of her."

Republic Records celebrates Taylor's achievements with TTPD (x)

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[triviareads]

ARC Review of Give It To Me (Anthology) by Angelina M. Lopez

Rating: 4.5/5 Heat Level: 4.5/5 Publication Date: September 10th

My review:

Super sexy, gorgeously emotional, and centering Latinx love, Give It To Me has fourteen high-heat short stories and something for everyone— slice-of-life moments between long-term partners, first (and last) encounters, and a few cameos from your favorite Filthy Rich and Milagro Street characters.

First, my favorite: "Twelve Drummers" is, on it's face, about jewel thief Anna accidentally getting caught up in a magical Aztec (Mexica) orgy summoned by the beat of a teponaztli drum, joined by Juan Carlos, a museum guard she has a crush on. But it's so much more; Angelina wove in all these beautiful cultural details like the traditional attire and music of the Mexica. There is nothing fetishistic about this orgy; it's a celebration of the solstice, and on an emotional level, it's the first time Anna, a solitary jewel thief and one of the "unseen" all-Latina cleaning staff, is truly seen by someone.

"In the Stacks" also deserves a shoutout; a construction worker catches PhD student Rosalia getting herself off in a corner of the library, and he coaxes her to lean into the situation and let him watch (and more) by way of a very filthy-sweet mouth. It feels like recent contemporary romances are afraid to veer off the beaten path when it comes to dirty talk, so it just felt joyful and freeing to read a man with ZERO filter who just goes for it.

If you're a fan of Angelina's Lush Money and the following books in the Filthy Rich series, there are a few short stories that expand on that universe with romances for side characters AND we get The Vineyard Bang That Was Promised with Roxanne and Mateo, which was every bit as feral as I knew it would be.

If you enjoyed the Milagro Street series, there is a post-After Hours on Milagro Street scene that once again reminded me that Professor Jeremiah Post is a nice guy without being a Nice Guy, that nice guys can secretly be animals in the sack, and sometimes, a gal just wants to be tossed around like a sack of potatoes. And if you've read Full Moon Over Freedom, you'll remember how the summer after her freshman year of college, Gillian asked asked Nicky for sex lessons, but it was only ever alluded to in the books. Well, we finally get that scene here!

Overall:

For the people saying romances aren't political, they haven't read Angelina M. Lopez. The fourteen short stories felt as empowering and timely as they were sexy, which is no mean feat. I'd absolutely recommend this to any contemporary romance reader.

Also, here are the preorder links because look at that cover?? I'm definitely getting a paperback copy for myself.

Thank you to Angelina M. Lopez for the advanced copy in exchange for my honest review.

[dahliaxreed]

"I do?" Dahlia asked self-consciously, tugging at the edge of her cardigan. If a complete stranger could sense that she wasn't feeling completely herself, imagine what people at work would think when she walked in? She wasn't looking for pity or sympathy, just some semblance of normalcy. Dahlia looked at him, still confused. "You'd...you'd do that?" she asked, baffled, but then she was shaking her head. "No, I couldn't ask you to do that. That would be..." Rude? Strange? Somehow more lonely and pathetic to be eating a sundae alone in a tea shop?

“Yeah. Yeah.” Mateo swirled his straw through his tea, grin as wide as ever. “I haven’t had a good sundae in forever, dude. But it always cheers me right up. And you look like you could use some cheering up, you know?” He could have mentioned what he’d witnessed go down on Valentine’s Day, but he figured she had enough reminders of that already. What was it going to help her to say ‘hey, I saw you get kidnapped, and isn’t that a bummer?’ But ice-cream? Ice-cream could help. “I see your point,” he said, nodding seriously now. “Stranger Danger, right? My moms taught me that.” That he didn’t know her name didn’t matter much to him–he met strangers all the time. It wasn’t just his personality, but his job. At conventions, meet and greets could last up to eight hours of an endless stream of strangers hugging him and telling him about their lives, about how much they loved his videos, or a tattoo based on something he didn’t even remember saying. No one in this town seemed to know who he was in the slightest, however, which was a fun new feeling. “I don’t think there’s anything I can do to earn your trust, you know? You gotta be careful. I get it.” He took a sip of his tea as he thought over the conundrum. “Oh! I could go get the ice-creams and bring 'em back here. Then you don’t need to go anywhere. And I’ll just drop it off and leave you to it. What do you think?”

[anncanta]

Yes, sir, I can boogie

Fandom: Dracula (2020)

Characters: Count Dracula, Agatha Van Helsing, Zoe Van Helsing

Relationship: Dracula/Agatha Van Helsing, Dracula/Zoe Van Helsing

Rating: Mature

Music: Sala & the Strange Sounds feat. Baccara's Mayte Mateos 'Yes, sir, I can boogie'

All rights reserved by BBC, Netflix, Sala & the Strange Sounds, and Mayte Mateos.

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