#i only speak the mf truth

[ar0acejay]

if a woman is intelligent, she gets sexualized. if a woman is "stupid", she gets sexualized. if a woman is shy, she gets sexualized. if a woman is angry or emotional, she gets sexualized. everything women do or feel gets sexualized. but if you're a sexual woman, you get demonized

[xiao-lantern]

shonen mfs on twitter bashing Tohru Honda I WILL NOT ALLOW TOHRU SLANDER

[katszumi]

Studying with bakugo is almost NEVER studying with bakugo. The mf can yell at you to pay attention all he wants but a few seconds of it and you’re already back to yapping about the latest drama. Drawing little doodles on your paper (and a few on his) while you tell him about how kuroiro finally confessed to Komori from class 1b, and although he doesn’t like to admit it he’s paying more attention to your yapping then his studying. (Your the only person who can do that)

i hope i did your ask justice😔 this is the first one i’ve done, but thank you sm for requesting. and gosh, i love silly highschool romance sm REQUEST MORE PLS

sorta linked to this but can def be read as a standalone

“did you hear about kuroiro’s confession today?” you asked. you were laid on bakugou’s room floor, your notebook wide open with a few math equations along with a dozen of doodles.

you just asked him another silly question, one of the countless ones that you’ve already made in a hour.

bakugou already knew that you were a sociable person from the way you find a new person to talk to everyday, but he didn’t expect you to be this talkative.

truth be told, you’ve talked more than you have actually studied. which was the main reason why you had come to his room at nearly eight o’clock at night, close to his bedtime.

he only accepted the late study session was because the other reason for you to come was so he could speak with you privately. this was the best way he could do it secretly without being found out.

bakugou looked up from his textbook, directly at you. “no. not that i even care about that stuff anyway.”

your chin rested in the palm of your hand, silently drumming your fingers against your cheek.

“it’s hilarious though, cmon!” you pleaded with a small smile on your face.

“we’re supposed to be studying, y/n. did you forget that you didn’t exactly ace that test?” he rhetorically asked.

you pursed your lips together in a thin line, looking away from bakugou and back onto your textbook. you were dumb enough to even think you could gossip with bakugou.

he offered to help you study, not to bond more as friends clearly.

you picked up your pencil and began to write the equation that was written in the hardbook next to you.

hearing that there was no response from you, bakugou internally began to slightly panic. it was never like you to just shut up so easily. he couldn’t help but come to the conclusion that he came off too rude.

it’s not that he didn’t want to hear you speak, he just didn’t want to make his crush on you so obvious. he was trying so hard to be his normal self which was much harder towards you than he thought.

bakugou placed his textbook down, leaning back into the palm of his hands behind him. “what did that extra do?”

almost immediately, you released the pencil that was in your hand and made eye contact with the ruby eyed male in front of you. a smile tugged on your lips, one that bakugou couldn’t help but think was so fuckin’ cute.

“he made her a bouquet of mushrooms, because you know, her whole mushroom quirk thing. he tried to give it to her discreetly but someone walked past and made it a whole big deal.” you described. “honestly, i feel bad cause i think they’re both kinda shy. they probably didn’t want that attention.”

bakugou unknowingly listened to every word of yours, feeling himself being drawn into you. what was it about your voice that made it so compelling for him?

if it were anyone else like stupid shitty hair or raccoon eyes, he’d shut it down immediately, not caring about a single word they had to say about it.

but, he found it a little more difficult than usual to refuse when it came to you.

he snickered. “public confession? what a romcom move of him.”

you looked back down, noticing bakugou’s blank paper. out of boredom, you grasped onto his notebook. you started to doodle on the small square in the upper left corner; a couple of hearts, stars, dots to make it less bland.

“i think it was sweet. it’s hard to confess already, but to do it in front of an audience? takes guts honestly.”

bakugou watched you draw on his paper. he felt a little jump in his heart, some part of him liking the fact that you took initiative to add your own touch to something of his.

something so stupid. so small. but he couldn’t help but feel a tad giddy.

bakugou sat upright, gulping nothing but his own saliva. “is that something you would like?”

at first, bakugou curses at himself. why would he ask something like that? something that could definitely give away his small crush on you. but he remained his same stone-cold look.

you looked up at bakugou, noticing his eyes softening slightly before returning to their original position.

you thought about it long before responding. “nah. don’t think that’s something i’d really prefer. i’d like a simple confession with just the two of us.” you described.

it seemed a little weird to you that you were casually speaking of your own relationship preference with bakugou, but you tried your hardest not to think too much about it.

you assumed he was only trying to make small talk.

“good.” again, with bakugou’s one worded response. even though he didn’t add more to his sentence, his eyes lingered with yours. as if he was deciding something or carefully analyzing you. but it was a different look. not a competitive, angry look. but rather a tender look. one you have never seen bakugou wear, ever.

suddenly, he looked away, back onto his textbook. you seemingly didn’t mind considering the small tingle you were receiving in your face.

bakugou looked over his shoulder, begging to anyone even the gods above to remove the deep-set blush that was occurring on his face.

the male cleared his throat. “alright, let’s fuckin’ study. gossipin’ and yappin’ won’t help you get a better damn test score.” he chose the defensive route to move on.

you silently agreed with a nod. but, your mind goes back to the thought that you successfully just gossiped with the katsuki bakugou. the one that’s listed to only care about being the number one hero.

you bit the inside of your cheek to hide a smile as you tapped your pencil against your notebook.

just now, a kaleidoscope of butterflies slipped through the cracks of your stone wall, entering your stomach, and began to harvest a life within that had bakugou’s name branded on it.

[spookieloverslittlemind]

Petnames they call you…

includes: Michael Myers, Pinhead, Brahms Heelshire, Art the Clown, Sun and Moon (fnaf), Marta (Outlast 2)

Michael

Bro does not speak and he most definitely does not sign to you, he doesn’t care to communicate that way, so you have to learn to read his body language. Which isn’t easy when he can stand stock still for literal hours and you can barely tell if he’s breathing, but I digress. You learn. Every slight variation in the tilt of his head, his hands clenching at his sides, the size of his steps, how close he sits to you - everything. That’s how you determine his affections at any given time. You could profess your undying love for this man while he just -_-

And when you’re finished, he’ll place his hand over your knee and you’ll burst into tears because that’s basically his way of conveying a sentiment along the lines of: “you are my sun, my sea, my sky; the only one to ever understand and love me; the only soul I ever desire to know; the love in my heart for you is the only redeemable characteristic I possess for the vessel of evil I am powerless in resisting and yet that love is enough to keep me from damnation because it is you; everything is you; every breath I take behind this mask is a prayer to you; and I love you”. So yeah. Cry more.

Pinhead

This omniscient mf is not about to fall short when it comes to petnames, that’s for sure. He’s busting out the most poetic and long-winded shit known to man. Calling you things like “my divine work of sunshine”, “ethereal delight”, “goddess/god of this pinned heart” - and Pinhead makes them up on the fly, too. Has a new one almost everyday but cycles back through old favourites.

Brahms

Every praiseful and complimentary petname he can think of, quite frankly: “angel”, “darling”, “sweetheart”, “pretty one”, “beautiful”, “princess/prince” - all those typical ones, but Brahms likes to invent petnames that call attention to parts of you, by referring to you as things like “pretty smile”, “pretty eyes”, “angel voice”. He may not have a lot of relationship experience, but there’s no end to Brahms’ creativity when it comes to complimenting you.

Art

Doesn’t speak, but signs petnames to you instead (and it’s never normal petnames either, he’s signing shit like “pet”, “button”, “eyeball”, “, and has specific hand gestures that are reserved for you, like crooking his finger to beckon you over in a certain way, blowing you a kiss, gesturing for you to twirl on the spot and then clapping his hands excitedly over how you look.

Sun and Moon

Surprisingly, these two actually share the petnames they call you because they both feel the same way about you and regard you as such. To them, you are “lovely one”, “sweet one”, and they’ll call you their “favourite smile”, too. Sun and Moon are both inclined to call you “little one”, as well, because they are both very, very tall.

None of your typical petnames apply here. She’ll be calling you things like “righteous one”, “sweet righteousness”, “God’s pure one”, “righteous answer”, “sweet answer”, “divine answer” - Marta believes you are the answer to her life, the path she follows for God in eradicating all heretics and you are her reward, her divine and righteous answer, and she will refer to you as such. To Marta, it isn’t even poetic, it is simple truth.

[invisiblestringmm]

chapter four

i’ll tell you the truth but never goodbye

a/n: i hope this chapter makes you cry 😂

tw: there’s a bit of angst, and definitely lots of fluff. y/n struggling with being a single mum. mason being a gorgeous mf. lily being the cutest human, lots of lily appreciation too.

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It didn’t come as a surprise to see Jaz keeping her promise to support you as best as she could - you got daily FaceTime calls, texts, and Instagram DMs. You got post-ballet dinners and ice cream, the four of you becoming closer each day - Lily and Summer were inseparable now, and you had Jaz not getting tired of telling you she felt like you’d become the sister she never had.

Not being able to control where your thoughts went, your mind made you question a few times how it would’ve been having this extra support when you were pregnant, and you asked yourself if you’d ever stop being hunted by the countless what-ifs of yours and Lily’s life. You had to stop and take a deep breath and just force yourself to focus on all the wonderful things that were happening now, and how much you wanted them to still be this way when it was time to tell Mason, and everyone else.

Despite having Jaz reassure you that things would end up well, Mason was pretty much unknown territory to you, emotionally speaking - yes, you gave birth to his “mini-me”, but that was no guarantee that you were able to predict him. Not knowing what to expect should’ve made you stay as far away as possible from him, but after you had a text message from Jaz sharing the big news that Mason would be at the ballet recital, while you watched your daughter roll her eyes in the delight as she devoured the pancakes and strawberries on her plate, you decided to reply to that message he had sent you weeks ago.

What you didn’t expect was for him to reply within less than a minute.

“Mummy, are you okay?” Lily had her eyebrows frowned at you, she curiously scanned your probably pale face as your heart pounded against your chest. A simple nod was enough for her to focus back on the pancakes, but also give you occasional and quick glares as your shaky hands tightly held the phone.

You barely had any appetite left as you felt your stomach dropping when Mason texted that - so, he wanted to see you. It wasn’t time yet, at least, it didn’t feel like it. But should the ballet recital be the best place to meet him? Would you be able to act surprised and sustain casualty at that meeting that’d be sort of arranged by his sister?

So many questions and insecurity surrounded you whenever Mason was on your mind, and having to look into Lily’s hazel eyes, her smile, and everything else on her that was his copy only made it worse for you - it was nearly suffocating, and you just needed a mother and daughter moment to focus on anyone but Lilian.

“Peanut,” you poked her tummy, making her giggle. “Why don’t we have a girl's afternoon today, huh? Museum, whatever you want for lunch and we can wrap it with skincare and Moana!”

Lily stood on the chair - your instinct making you hold her arm - and made her little celebration dance, still chewing the pancake, her dark brown soft curls bouncing. That vision completely took your breath away, you often couldn’t believe such a precious girl was your daughter.

Not that all of your days weren’t already hers, but dedicating a whole day off to Lily was your favourite thing to do. When she was just a baby, you often imagined how these days would be, with your little best friend and soulmate, on coffee dates and nights where you’d light up a scented candle and read her a book. The way your voice soothed her was Lily’s favourite thing, combined with your smell. It made her feel safe like nothing could ever harm her. In her dreams, her daddy joined the two of you - she couldn’t see his face but could feel the warmth of his hand holding hers and his laugh was the best sound in the world. Lily wondered if she’d ever meet him, the only thing she knew and was happy about was the fact that she looked like him, as you’ve told her countless times.

Careful not to lose Lily from your sight as she walked three steps in front of you, her eyes not sure what she wanted to focus her attention on at the museum, your mind went back to Mason’s last words to you that morning. So, he wanted to apologise for the way he treated you. Part of you felt good about it, that he had finally recognised what a complete twat he had been, but the other part of you just thought how that made no difference now - it was in the past. Not buried, since your past with him had taken the most angelic human form, but it wouldn’t change things. It was all about the future now.

For lunch, Lily insisted on spaghetti, her all-time favourite food. You had to persuade her a bit to eat a bit of protein too because pasta would make her feel hungry again by the afternoon, and you knew how much she hated being hungry right before taking a nap - your persuasion included the word dessert, so not much time was wasted trying to convince her to accept some chicken with her pasta.

Your phone buzzed with a real-time picture of Jaz and Summer by the time you had just bought a gorgeous bouquet of yellow roses, Lily’s favourite. She insisted that a good girls’ night would only be complete if you had fresh roses, that she wanted to carry herself. You quickly snapped a picture of her and sent it to Jaz, asking why they’d have to grow up so fast and that her niece was insufferable.

“Can you please behave like a child and not like an adult, Lilian Maisie?” like a little kid, you pouted, suddenly emotional to see so much wit and wisdom in your tiny human.

Lily giggled, “Mummy!” she held your hand, placing a soft kiss against it and walking according to your pace. “Can we go home now?” You nodded, quickly fetching an Uber to drive you home.

By the time you got there, she was already heavily sleeping in your arms as you clumsily also carried your purse and the flowers, and tried to open the door without troubling her sleep - if it was up to you, you’d find a way for mums to have an extra pair of arms, they’d definitely be useful in times like these.

You knew Lily wouldn’t sleep that much, so the sofa was where you put her before putting the roses in the water and getting rid of your coat. It was almost dark outside, so you also started to prepare the apartment for movie night. Your little girl woke up with a loud yawn that was followed by a wide smile when she noticed the blankets and pillows on the floor, some candies in a bowl, and fruits too, which were her favourite snacks.

“Matching pyjamas?” you winked at her and giggled as Lily nodded repeatedly, stretching her arms at you so you’d carry her to the bedroom.

A few minutes later you were cuddling under the blankets and watching Moana for the millionth time. You fell asleep shortly before the film ended and were quickly followed by Lily as she hummed an “I love you, mummy” and kissed the tip of your nose.

Despite not being the most comfortable place for your back to spend the night, there was no other place you’d rather be right now, holding your daughter's warm and small body - the smell of her strawberry shampoo and the pace of her calm breathing taking you to a place where no nightmares, no worries, would catch you in your sleep. You woke up in the middle of the night when she moved a bit and, after watching her sleep for a few minutes, finally turned off the TV and quickly texted Mason before going back to sleep.

When you woke up, there was a message from Jaz saying that they’d all go out for dinner after the ballet recital, and as hard as it was, you had to politely decline for you’d have a little celebration with your own family in a pre-Christmas party since a few members wouldn’t be joining at Foxwoods this year. And that you wouldn’t be able to be around Mason before telling him all the truth, which led to you telling her that he had reached you and you agreed to talk. She went from upset to hopeful in the blink of an eye.

As you prepared for the recital, you had to deal with an impatient and bossy Lily - combined with stress from work, that you had to forcefully turn into home office for the Holidays, the exhaustion that took over your body grew by the minute. It resulted in calling your mum for help, who showed up with your dad on her side by your door.

“You know she’d ask for me anyway, kid!” Your always cheerful father rubbed his hands together as he went straight for his granddaughter, who waited for him with her arms up, waiting to be spun around like a doll. You loved how your dad, a serious and famous lawyer, turned so soft whenever Lily was around - and now, how he’d cope with having to eventually “share” her with her other grandfather.

“Where do you need me to begin, amor?” Your mother’s heavy Colombian accent woke you up, and a sigh of relief parted your lips as you pulled her into a hug. “What is wrong, bebe? Tell your mamá,” Her hands softly stroked your back as you just closed your eyes and enjoyed being the daughter instead of being the mum.

“It’s nothing, I’m just exhausted. I thought that being one of the bosses would give me more free time but it’s just more work, and Lily is insufferable with this recital thing,” you sniffed. “I’m so glad it’s finally tomorrow.”

But you also weren’t, because it meant you’d see Mason after five years.

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If anyone told you that your daughter’s ballet recital would be the place you’d almost certainly meet her father again, especially without him being the father of another kid there, you’d just roll your eyes and leave - as you stood in front of your closet, not sure about what to wear, your mind played tricks on you creating different scenarios on how that meeting would go. There was so much expectation from you, so much anxiety to see how Mason would react. He thought you’d meet for coffee sometime soon, not at a ballet recital where you were the mother of one of the kids.

Much to your relief, Willow arrived at your place right on time to save you from a breakdown over “what to wear to meet the father of my daughter after five years without looking like an exhausted mother, but also drop-dead gorgeous, and respectful”.

“Lord, that’s specific!” Willow screeched, not really helping you, in the end. “Why do you want to impress him anyway?”

“Willie, I know you’re smarter than this,” you replied as she just shrugged, still waiting for an answer. You got a positive reaction when you picked a knit burgundy dress, so you tried it on and what you saw in the mirror made you satisfied. “The next time I see him it’ll be to tell him the truth, so he needs a good first second impression.”

“His first impression of you was good enough,” she teased, watching your cheeks blush as she helped to remove the dress tag. “But you’re wearing a brand new dress for him tonight, so I’m sure the second impression will be just as good.”

“Stop it, silly. You know it’s not like this, and he doesn’t know it’s a new dress.”

Willow kept teasing you with her glares and smirks as the five of you drove to the small theatre rented for the night by the ballet studio, it was already a bit crowded when you got there and you rushed to take Lily to the backstage, where all her ballet friends greeted her in excitement. It truly was the cutest thing in the world, those little humans in their tutus, giggling and chatting like they were grown-ups.

With a quick and wet kiss on your daughter’s cheek - that made her adorably embarrassed - and a hug on Summer, you told the girls how wonderful they were and left to find your family. You quickly spotted Willow and Jaz laughing about something that made you curious, and although you were happy to see Jasmine, you also hoped it’d take a little longer to meet her and, potentially, the rest of her family. And Mason, to be more specific.

“He’s not here yet,” like she could read your mind, Jaz’s words caused you to sigh in relief. “You look gorgeous, by the way!”

Smiling at her, you softly stroked her bump. “You too, pretty mumma.”

As the lights dimmed down, announcing that the recital would begin soon, you and Willow parted ways from Jaz to meet your family. Your dad held your hand and gently squeezed it, his eyes already sparkling with tears - the truth was you couldn’t have done it without your parents, but your dad was something else. It was expected that being showered with affection would be something you’d get from your mum, who was a Latina, but you got it all from your dad because, according to him, you were the result of how much he adored your mum and Lily was an extension of that. His legacy, as he’d say. He never questioned your choices, the way you raised your daughter, nor why you never talked about who Lily’s father was. The respect your parents had for you was overwhelming, and that’s why you’d tell the whole truth tonight as soon as Lily was peacefully asleep.

When the five-year-olds act began, you were the one ready to let some tears roll down your cheeks. There she was, your Lilian Maisie, as beautiful as ever on her first ballet performance - something you never truly expected, since she had always been the adventurous type of kid. But you watched her balance it so perfectly that you often questioned if she was just five years old, and also how she’d be as a grown woman. As she danced, you had a clear vision of Lily in her early twenties. She was tall, her hair was a bit darker now but the soft curls were still there and so was the natural flush on her cheeks. She was beautiful and finally looked a bit more like you, but Mason’s smile was still there. She was kind, full of hope, funny, gracious and so smart. She was loved by everyone around her and made their lives better by simply existing.

When her act ended, you proudly stood up and clapped your hands as if your life relied on it. Her eyes scanned the audience, looking for you, and when she finally found you her face lit up and that smile you loved so much was there, making your heart melt. “I love you,” you mumbled, and she just winked at you.

Gosh, there was no way Mason wouldn’t love this girl to the point his heart would nearly explode. You wanted him to have it too.

Excusing yourself as the older girls got on stage, you went to the bathroom to fix your makeup. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you searched for your phone and, with a courage you hadn’t felt in the longest time, you typed a quick message to Mason asking if he’d be willing to meet the next day, in the afternoon.

What you didn’t expect was to find him right outside, holding his phone with a wide smile on his lips.

Mason Mount looked as gorgeous as he’d ever been - you could smell his cologne even if you were at least ten steps away from him. Wearing black jeans, and a Dior sweater that made him look breathtakingly gorgeous, Mason ended the distance between you as you felt your heart beating faster each second. He was still holding his phone when he stopped in front of you.

“I literally just texted you back saying yes,” he ran his fingers through his hair and that was as sexy as you remembered. Mason had a beard now, and although he was still young, the wrinkles on the corners of his eyes were more evident now. “You’re the last person I thought I’d meet here.”

You nodded, forcing your brain to put some words together. “You too.” Lie. But you had to make it look like it was just a coincidence.

“You look incredible, Y/n,” Mason said under his breath, his eyes shamelessly scanning your outfit. That same pair of eyes was your favourite thing to look at every morning. Now you knew what Willow meant when she said that Lily and Mason were identical - how could he not notice when they met? “There’s so much I wanna say to you,” he continued.

“Save it for tomorrow.” You interrupted, not wanting to sound rude, and Mason nodded in agreement.

“Can I pick you up around 3?”

“I think we should meet there.” You said, thinking of how suffocating and awkward it’d be being inside a car with him after all these years. “There’s a nice place I usually go with my dau-,” you coughed, watching his brows frown. “With my best friend. I’ll text you the address and we’ll meet there.”

Then, all of a sudden, Mason pulled you into a hug. His warmth against your body melted your heart, and you could feel how his breath deepened as his arms tightened around your figure. “I’ll meet you there, so I can decently apologise for being a complete idiot to someone incredible like you.”

His words were all you needed to know for sure that this wouldn’t be easy.

Was he being genuine, or was he just trying to get into your pants like he did back then? Either way, things were immensely different now, for this wasn’t just about you and Mason anymore.

This was about her - Lily. It was about her future, her happiness, how his presence in her life would have a tremendous impact on how she’d develop and what kind of adult she’d be. Nothing would ever be the same, and there was nowhere to run.

This was going to be tough.

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[noiddddd]

STEVE COBS *EXPLODES YOU WITH MIND*

S2 II EP16 FINALE SPOILERS

Something I've noticed in the new ep is Cobs' super casual behavior, it is less "evil malicious villain" and more "watching the baby during playtime." He sees none of this as a serious situation, because, to him, everyone involved besides himself, is a lesser being. Mephone4 is his temperamental child, and the contestants are the toys he plays with to relieve stress.

When he speaks about Mephone, he only refers to him in the condescending tone of a parent. He thinks of his show as his first little passion project. He sees this reality show that Mephone has put his most into and goes "Aww how cute, we'll hang this one on the fridge"

It's a mockery of a parent's pride. He does not see Mephone as the person he is.

Now when it comes to the contestants he's an entirely different type of condescending. Cobs views them the way any person views the characters in their favorite TV show, unlike with Mephone where he undermines his emotional maturity, with the contestants he undermines their humanity. Like I said earlier, these are the toys his child has made for himself. He even compares their existence to him and his inventions.

When he speaks to Knife and Suitcase about the truth of their reality and how he's been basically wiping their friends from existence, he says it like THIS.

His tone is so flippant. It creates this feeling of just mind-shattering existential dread. He's not even doing this to hurt the contestants. Because he just doesn't care about them like that. This isn't really about them, they're not real people. In his eyes, this is just between him and Mephone4. So whatever happens to contestants means nothing.

This isn't the "Tough guy that watches over everything" act.

He basically thinks he's god.

TDLR: This Steve Cobs mf DO NOT GAF, he is winning the idgaf war BAD.

[sturniol0]

drop it. m.s x fem! reader

summary: after matt has had an attitude all day for seemingly no reason, you decide to ask him about it, which results in his snapping at you. hours later, he comes up behind you and offers to make it up to you.

warnings: smut (p in v), fingering, oral (f! receiving), language, established relationship, pet names (baby, mama, princess), unprotected sex (wrap before u tap mf), mattitude, (poc reader), proofread? i think, pink-reader, blue-matt

11:48 | as i lay on matt's bed, i hear him let out a loud huff and i look up at him from my phone. i see that he has an annoyed expression plastered on his face. it's almost midnight, and he's had an attitude all day, which is not usually like him. so, i decide to finally speak up, "matty, what's wrong?" i say as i sit up on the bed to get a better look at him, placing my phone on the bed beside me.

he looks at me and sighs deeply. "nothing" he says with a stern tone, as if he wants me to believe him just so i don't ask anymore questions. i look at him with a blank face and blink repeatedly. "matt." i reply back sternly as well, wanting him to tell me the truth and he rolls his eyes. "what?" he asks, his voice growing more annoyed with every word. my face scrunches together and i easily get offended. "okay, first of all, lose the attitude." i reply sassily.

"what fucking attitude?" he asks harshly. "that fucking attitude. i'm not dumb matt. we've been dating for almost 7 months, i know when you have an attitude." i say, unamused with his tone of voice with me. "and watch your tone." i add, crossing my arms over my chest and looking at him, glancing over his features to see his facial expressions. "well obviously you don't, 'cause i don't have a fucking attitude. so, just drop it." he says rudely and huffs of annoyance.

i stare at him in disbelief for a few moments before standing up to get off the bed. "okay fine… you know what? i'm gonna go hang out with nick and chris. so...come get me when you pull that stick out of your ass, 'kay?" i say calmly and sarcastically smile before turning around and walking to the door. i exit the room and let out a huge sigh of relief. as much as i love matt, even i can't handle how bad his attitude is sometimes.

1:34 | chris and nick had both gone to sleep about ten minutes ago so the only choice i have is to face the wrath of matt right now. i walk upstairs and into the bathroom and brush my teeth. right before i turn to leave the bathroom, matt walks in and wraps his arms around my waist gently. i smile softly while looking at him through the mirror. "feel better?" i tease with a small smirk. he lays his chin on my shoulder and talks into my ear quietly, "mhm. i'm sorry, baby. let me make it up to you, yeah?" his words sending a shudder down my spine before he pulls my hair away from my neck and places a gentle kiss there. i could feel his bulge growing against me.

i hum in response and flutter my eyelashes shut softly. he places a few more gentle kisses there on my neck before pulling me into his room. he pins me against the back of his bedroom door and locks it before placing his big, soft hands on my waist. he pulls me back into another kiss and i snakily wrap my hands around his face as i pull him further into me. he slowly moves his hands up from my waist to the inside of my shirt, grabbing my tits and i moan softly into the kiss.

he easily removes my shirt, only pulling away from the kiss to pull it over my head and he throws it to the floor before placing his lips back on mine hungrily. i moan softly as i feel a wetness starting to form inside of my panties. with this, i gently push him back towards the bed. when we land on the bed, I land on top of his lap and i start to slight rock my hips against his for some sort of friction and relief, which causes both of us to moan breathily. it's clear we both want this immediately with the desperation in our every move. i unclip my bra and throw it on the floor before placing my lips back on his.

i start to rock my hips gently, my clothed clit rubbing against the bulge in his pants in the best ways. i let out another breathy moan and speed up my pace before pulling his shirt above his head and throwing it to the floor with the rest of our discarded clothes. his hands rush to grab my ass and he picks me up before placing me back on the bed, flat on my back. he hovers over me and starts placing aggressive kisses all over my neck. i moan softly as he makes his way down to my collarbone. then, down to my tits. he looks at them in admiration for a few moments before attaching his lips to my nipple.

i gasp and my hands immediately land in his hair, tugging at it slightly. "mmm.." i hum in a low, whiny voice. he detaches his lips from my nipple to show the other one the same affection. i let out a shaky breath once i felt him kissing a trail down my stomach, inching closer and closer to my soaking core. he places a kiss right above the waistband of my shorts before slowly pulling them down my legs with my panties in one swift movement. after throwing my clothes on the floor, he forwards all of his attention towards me and my dripping cunt. without thinking, he instantly moves his hand up to graze his finger through my folds, gathering up some of the wetness right on his finger before licking his fingers.

he spreads my thighs open a little wider to get a better view and smirks at the sight. "mmm... pussy's so wet for me already, mama?" he teases in a low tone of voice that could make me cum on the spot while looking back into my eyes. all i can do is softly hum at him in response to his words. he begins to kiss my inner thighs, each kiss closer to my throbbing pussy. suddenly, i feel his warm tongue laid flat against my clit. my body jolts in surprise and i let out a loud gasp before i throw my hand up to cover my mouth. my eyes snap shut and my hips buck upwards towards matt's face. he starts to swirl his tongue around and i moan against my hand. he reaches his hand up and pulls my hand back down to my side like my other one.

"i wanna hear you, princess." he speaks against my skin, sending vibrations through my body. he reattaches his lips to my clit and starts to gently suck on it. "fuck." i whimper and slightly push his head deeper into my core. i intertwine my fingers with his soft, brown locks, gripping it tightly. i throw my head back into the pillow as i let out a shaky breathy moan and begin to feel that familiar knot inside my stomach forming. my grip on his hair tightens as he speeds up the pace of his tongue. my legs start to tremble slightly. "c-close." i manage to choke out quietly.

matt adds his middle finger into my soaking cunt without warning and i let out a whimper of approval and pleasure. he then begins pumping his finger into me quickly and i bite my lip to contain my moans so i don't wake up nick and chris. he then adds another finger and starts to speed up his pace with both his tongue and his fingers. my eyes roll in the back of my head and i clench around his long, slender fingers as i feel my orgasm approaching. "i'm cumming! fuck, matt!" i say as i start to feel lightheaded and my eyes start to water a little as i let out my last final moan before i'm cumming around his fingers, my back arching off the bed.

i pant heavily, my chest heaving up and down as i slowly open my eyes, my vision slightly blurry. matt brings his two fingers to his mouth and sucks my juices off, letting out a soft groan. "taste so good, baby." he purrs lowly. "get on all fours." he demands quietly and i instantly comply, getting on my knees and hands in front of him. i hear his pants and underwear drop down to his ankles and he places his hands on my hips, pulling my back slightly to the very edge of the bed, my back arching at the coldness of his rings against my warm skin.

without any sort of warning, i feel him push into me slowly and i gasp, my breath getting caught in my throat and he groans softly. i flutter my eyes shut and furrow my eyebrows in discomfort before he starts to move. soon enough, i get adjusted to his size and the pain and discomfort transforms into pleasure. i whimper softly, still trying to keep my voice down as he picks up his pace, his hips thrusting into mine. i feel one of his hands gently move up my back until he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls it softly, my head tilting back as he picks up his pace again and i let out a soft and whiny moan.

"you feel so- so fucking good, mama." he chokes out, tilting his head back in pleasure as his grip gets tighter on my hip, his tip hitting my g spot with every thrust. he pulls my hair back tighter before i feel a stinging slap on my ass, moaning softly at the tingly sensation as his hand goes to grip my hip again. i start to feel that same knot in my stomach getting close to snapping and i know he's close to, his thrusts getting sloppier as his hips stutter into me. "matt..." i whimper breathlessly, my breaths coming in and out as gasps for air. "me too, baby. cum for me. i'm right- behind you." i groans softly and with his word, i cum around him, my back arching as i let out a strangled moan.

not even two seconds after, i feel his warm seed shoot into me and he lets out a shaky sigh as he slides out of me with a pop, his cum trickling out of me slowly. he walks away for a second, getting some baby wipe from out of his bedside table drawer before he comes back behind me and start to gently clean me up, doing the same with himself and throwing the wipe in the trash. he gets one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers before pulling me up gently by my hand and dressing me himself. "go lay down, baby." he says quietly and i nod my head before pulling up his cover and getting underneath it. i watch him as he dresses himself as well before he climbs into bed with me.

he moves a piece of hair from my face, his soft fingers lingering on my face. "i'm sorry about earlier." he say quietly, almost as if he's ashamed. "it's okay, baby. what was wrong?" i ask and place my hand onto his. he smiles softly as he thinks back on why he had an attitude. "cause i was frustrated. sexually." he says and chuckles softly, a low rumble coming from his throat and i roll my eyes playfully. "of course you were."

[megistusdiary]

MMMMM idk if you write for al haitham— if you don’t ignore this request idm 🙏

anyways if you do write for him,, what about al haitham x fem!reader where someone breaks reader’s heart (kaveh perhaps for the drama) al haitham and reader are best friends and they’ve both had tension between them forever so he offers a little help ☝️ all consensual obviously we love consent here

yes ik this is like my one kaeya ask but i love this trope sm 😭😭

-🔮

oh, i absolutely will write for alhaitham hahaha. he is literally so mf fine idc idc 😇🙏

on my knees for him he is so 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️ checks all my boxes

anyways yes, yes, imagine this happening back during his akademiya days oo

but this shit straight up 90% unsexy plot sorry. just wrote this all in one sitting, shawties

warnings: dom!alhaitham and sub!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

friends to lovers, fingering/penetration (sub!receiving), ex kaveh (mentions of cheating sorta), confessions, kissing

you sat beside alhaitham at the library, clicking the top of your pen repeatedly until alhaitham exhaled sharply.

"sorry." you mumbled, setting the pen down as you read over your assignment again.

when your professor announced who the partners for this project would be, it seemed half the class was jealous while half pitied you for being partnered with alhaitham.

you felt like the archons had personally blessed you, however, finally being partnered with the man you considered your best friend.

some might argue it was impossible for alhaitham to ever have a 'best friend. the friendship bracelet matching the one on your wrist that he kept in his pocket begged to differ.

you glanced over at alhaitham, watching him flip through textbooks, letting his eyes barely even graze over the words before turning the pages.

"are you actually trying to learn anything, or just say you looked at the pages as you flipped them?"

"ha ha." alhaitham droned, tone devoid of emotion as he closed the book. "i don't see you making much progress."

"that's because i'm taking the time to actually absorb what i'm reading."

"hmph." alhaitham turned away, sifting through his pile of parchment notes. "we should finish this today. i do not want-"

"woah, woah, hold on." you stopped him, waving your hand in the air. "today? the semester ends next month." you protested. "i actually have other things to do today, you know."

"so do i. it just seems one of us is more efficient than the other." alhaitham scoffed as you rolled your eyes.

"yeah, yeah." you frowned, letting your head flop onto your hand.

"what other things are you doing today, anyways?"

"what? oh, i mean. i'm supposed to go on a date. today." your face felt warm as alhaitham cocked his head, intrigued yet slightly annoyed.

"oh. right. with kaveh."

"he told you about it?"

"i don't know why you're shocked. we live together."

"fair enough. but, yes, that's my very important thing."

"what about the others?"

"huh?" your eyes flitted down to watch alhaitham write down notes about the book he was reading, print perfectly straight and legible.

"you said important things. plural."

"oh." you paused, watching his fingers stop moving as he set his pen down. "i guess more studying as per usual."

"where's kaveh taking you?"

your eyes narrowed as he glanced over at you. "why the sudden interest in my love life?" your heart skipped a beat when alhaitham's eyes met yours.

"fine, no more questions. let's get back to business." alhaitham quickly turned back to his book, leaving you with a heated face and mixed emotions.

truth be told, you did like kaveh, but you also had liked alhaitham for years. no matter how many hints you dropped, though, alhaitham always seemed to dodge them.

and maybe that was the hint meant for you to stop pursuing him.

you had met kaveh earlier in the year. alhaitham never had guests over, so you always spent time at your place. you only ever got to speak to kaveh due to discovering you studied in the same place between classes. one crowded morning, you found yourself sitting together due to a lack of space. and the rest was history.

alhaitham never failed to make your heart flutter with anything he did. despite his witty remarks and snappy comments, he was a gentleman at heart. he always brought you an extra jacket if it was cold, prepared snacks for you, brought you more parchment before you could run out. he was always attentive, even without trying to be.

kaveh was much more easy-going, dropping flirty remarks in all of your conversations. he was very direct about his interest in you, though you were blissfully unaware of his habits to flirt with many people at once.

the rest of the study session carried on in silence, leaving you to finish writing your notes sloppily, hand cramping and exhausted as you slammed your pen down. "okay, i'm tapping out. it's getting late, and i need to go get changed." you told him as he hummed.

"how far did you get?"

"i'm done with page 8." you frowned, turning towards him slowly. "don't even think about making a 'i'm on page 15' comment."

alhaitham's lips quirked up in a faint, yet rare smile that made you smile back shyly. "i'll see you tomorrow."

"i hope your...dinner is pleasant." was all he said, turning back to finish writing his notes as you sighed.

"promise me you're not going to stay here all night. go home and get some rest. you work too hard sometimes, you make me all worried."

alhaitham scoffed, shaking his head. "it's not that i choose not to sleep."

your eyebrows arched at his remark, though he made no further comment, prompting you to collect your things and rush home to change for your date.

you couldn't help but admit you were excited. you had the perfect outfit planned, twirling in front of the mirror to admire it from all angles. and you were ready just in time, hearing three knocks on your door as you announced you were coming to get the door.

"kaveh!" you smiled, gesturing for him to come in.

"ready to go?" kaveh asked, adjusting his hair in the mirror as you grabbed your bag and shoes.

"yeah! sorry i'm running late." you apologized, slipping your shoes on and locking the door behind the two of you. "alhaitham and i are partners for this project, and he wanted to do a bunch today, and i think i can't read anymore."

kaveh laughed, eyes full of mirth. "sounds just like him. typical."

"so, where are we going?"

"you'll see." he smiled down at you, leading the way to a small cafe down the street. "found this place when alhaitham took my key and i couldn't get in to our house." kaveh laughed, opening the door for you.

once the two of you were seated, a waiter approached you rather quickly, greeting kaveh like a close friend. "the usual?" he asked as kaveh nodded. he scribbled something down on his notepad before turning to you.

your eyes widened, trying to take in the menu all at once before kaveh offered to order for you. "trust me, everything's good here, but i'll order the best. you'll love it."

while waiting for the orders, you noticed a few girls passing by on the street, some older couples, and even some stray kitties.

you did not expect someone to stand over your table and eagerly greet kaveh.

"hi, kaveh!"

you jumped, turning to see a girl your age at the table, smiling down at him as he sent her a smirk. "hey, long time no see."

"yeah, it has been pretty long, huh? funny seeing you here."

your eyes flitted in between them, brows furrowed as you took in their conversation. why hadn't she asked about you?

"um, excuse me-"

"can i help you?" she asked, cocking a brow as you frowned.

"we're in the middle of a date...right now..."

she rolled her eyes, shrugging. "okay? kaveh and i went on one like last week."

"what?" you turned towards kaveh who simply nodded. "kaveh, i thought you said we were dating."

"we are." he confirmed. "what's the issue?"

"i thought that meant it was just, i don't know, us..." your frown deepened as the girl held back a giggle.

"don't be ridiculous. just because you're dating someone doesn't mean you own them." she leaned towards you.

"i never thought i owned him- what is your problem?

"hey, maybe you guys should-"

"oh come on, kaveh, what did you tell her? so what, he goes on dates with lots of people. big deal."

"that's fine! i just...i thought we were different. i thought it was special." your eyes started to water and you panicked, begging yourself not to cry in the cafe.

"i didn't realize it was that big of a deal." kaveh awkwardly added, scratching the back of his neck. "most of the time it's just singular dates anyways and-"

you suddenly stood up, brushing the hair away from your face. "i'm going home." you announced, barely controlling your sniffles as kaveh raced to stand up. "don't. you should've just been upfront with me. because...because if i knew it wasn't serious to you from the start, i would've just told you no."

you pulled your coat on, storming off with kaveh hot on your heels. "hey, hey wait up! look i didn't mean to make you cry. i'm sorry-"

"sorry isn't cutting it right now, kaveh. i just- i need space, okay? i didn't realize it was just...dating around to you. i'm not looking to fool around. i thought we were serious."

"we are! but you know how hard commitment is for me, and i really am trying here."

you took a deep breath, finally feeling tears streak down your cheeks. "thank you for trying, okay, but if it's really all that hard for you, then we shouldn't force it."

"what, so it's just done? like that?"

you pinched the bridge of your nose, shaking your head. "yeah. just- just go drink your coffee and talk to that other girl. i can't do this right now."

kaveh watched, finally not following as you walked home, wiping the tears from your cheeks as you sat on a bench in the park, taking a break to wipe your face with your sleeve.

you considered going to alhaitham for comfort, though you figured he'd be the worst person to ask since he lives with kaveh. how were you even going to face him? it all made your head hurt as you sniffled, wiping snot into your sleeves as you took a deep breath.

you could only hope he was still at the library (against your advice) and not at his house. you shielded your face when you walked in, desperately looking for his table. though it seemed he somehow spotted you before you saw him.

he approached you, guiding you towards his table and sitting you down across from him. "what did he do?"

"nothing. it was my own stupid fault for thinking i was the only one."

alhaitham's usual stony facade softened as he leaned over to wipe your tears, smoothing a thumb down your cheek. "kaveh's always been like that. i'm sorry for my roommates stupidity."

"i just...i broke up with him and i left him. what do i do now?" you asked, confused and hurt as alhaitham sighed, leaning back to collect his things in his bag. "what are you doing?"

"i'm taking you home. people are starting to look over here instead of minding their own business. come on." alhaitham gestured for you to stand, holding his arm out for you to take as your lips parted. "are you coming or not?"

you quickly held onto him, cheeks heating up as alhaitham carried your bag for you along with his own bag filled with books. "i can carry my own stuff, you know."

"i can handle it, don't worry about me."

"i always worry about you." you admitted as alhaitham pretended not to hear it, leaving you to frown at your feet. the second you got to your door, alhaitham fished the key out from your purse, opening the door and closing it skillfully with his foot. he set both of your things down, perusing your kitchen for your kettle and something he could make you to eat.

your heart hammered in your chest as you sharply inhaled. "why is it that whenever i try to tell you i like you, you act like i didn't say anything?" you forced out, watching alhaitham freeze in place.

"what are you talking about?"

"i...years. i tried for years. i finally gave up, and when i tried to date someone, i couldn't even do that. we broke up after a month. i couldn't even consider reconciliation because..."

"because?"

"you're such a dick! because i like you, asshole." you snapped, tears springing to your eyes again as alhaitham crossed the room to stand near you. "i- you...you always just act like nothing happened. it fucking hurts-"

he suddenly gripped your chin, moving closer as he pulled you to meet his gaze. "do you really take my fear as a sign of rejection?"

"uh..yeah?"

alhaitham frowned, dragging his thumb over the apple of your cheek. "for that, i humbly apologize then."

"what are you afraid of anyways?"

"you know how much of a perfectionist i can be." he sighed.

"of course."

"i want to be the best for you."

"but you are good already, and-"

"'good' isn't enough. i don't want to be a subpar filler partner. and i certainly don't wish to be 'the one who could have done more.'"

"i don't understand." you told him, exasperated as he leaned towards you, shifting his thumb to trace your jawline.

"i want to be perfect for you. the only person who sees when i stumble and treats me as a human. not as some machine who can never possibly fail, or as a top student with drive only to knock everyone down."

you were shocked, lips parting in surprise as you listened to his sudden confession.

"i wanted to tell you this whole time." you admitted. "i was scared of rejection. i think...i think i only dated kaveh because i thought you didn't care about me. i thought i had no chance with you."

"your thoughts mirror mine then. i thought i wasn't the man you deserved."

"just...shut up and kiss me already." you blurted, neck and ears heating up as alhaitham turned light pink, leaning in and pressing your lips together nonetheless.

you sighed into the kiss as he tenderly cupped your face, feeling your smile against his lips. when he broke away, he pressed his forehead to yours. "i didn't know you were so demanding."

"only because you made me wait for years."

alhaitham kissed you again, stealing your breath when he swiped his tongue along the seam of your lips, prompting you to open them for him. you let out a soft moan into the kiss, thighs pressing together as alhaitham groaned.

"i think we should stop here."

"what?" you blinked up at him with confusion. "why?"

"you're getting over kaveh. it's understandable, and a common human trait to-"

"i don't think you understand what i said, alhaitham." you reached up to grip his face, hands tangled into his fluffy hair. "i liked you since we were kids. long before i knew kaveh existed. i liked you all year. i liked you when we ate lunch, when we studied at the library, when we argued over exam scores...if anything i guess i'm guilty of using kaveh to get over you."

"kaveh isn't an innocent party either. he uses people as stress relief from his problems."

"well, you caused me a lot of stress you know." you laughed, shaking your head.

"you're guilty for doing the same to me."

"well, lock me up and take me in then, sir." you laughed, slowly easing up when alhaitham stared down at you differently. "what?"

"you're playing with fire. you should be more careful with your words."

"and what if i meant them?" you smirked, leaning up.

"then you should be aware of how i feel." alhaitham pressed himself against you, allowing to feel the hardness straining against his pants.

"archons...please, please i want you."

"you have me."

"you know what i mean." you frowned as alhaitham smirked ever-so-slightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

no more than a few minutes later, alhaitham had you leaned up against his chest, in nothing but your undergarments as alhaitham trailed his fingers over your bare skin.

"sensitive." he hummed as his touch left goosebumps, feeling you shiver.

he gently brushed his fingers over your clothed core, your hips moving against his hand to earn more friction as he held your hips down with one hand. "patience."

"alhaitham, please." you whined, feeling him hook his fingers into the waistband and slide the fabric down your legs.

he carefully spread your thighs, dropping the hand to slide through your wetness as you whimpered, shifting on his lap.

he nibbled along the column of your neck, leaving little bites on your skin as you bared your neck to him, gasping as his tongue slid across the expanse.

his fingers began playing with your clit, feeling your hips jump again as you sighed, trying to chase his touch. "oh, alhaitham, that's good-"

he couldn't help but find you cute as he played with your slick, swirling his fingers around your hole as whines of his name spilled from your lips. "come on!"

"be patient." he warned again, lightly smacking your thigh as you huffed. "i have to prepare you properly first."

you felt him ease a finger into your heat, allowing you to fully adjust before adding another and one more after that, curling them into your g-spot as you writhed against his chest. your hands gripped the fabric of his clothes into your fists, shaking and begging for more as he swiped his thumb across your clit, rubbing in circles as you cried out, moving a hand to grip his wrist tightly.

"oh, archons!" you gasped, back arching when you finally came, hole spasming around his digits as he eased you down from your high. "wow." you sighed, leaning back against him to recover as he hummed, reaching down to unbuckle his belt.

"i think that can be considered decent preparation."

"i'd say more than just decent."

"flatterer."

you snorted, suddenly being replaced by a gasp when the head of his cock tapped against your hole.

you glanced down, eyes bulging as you saw his dick against you. "you're huge, oh, archons...my classmates said you were packing but i didn't know this much!"

"your friends talked about my proficiency in bed?"

"classmates, not friends. and anyways, yes, but clearly it helped me for once."

alhaitham laughed softly, shaking his head. "take a deep breath and try to relax for me. just focus on being calm." he slowly pushed inside of you, anchoring you to his chest as he slid you down onto his dick, feeling you tighten around him. "relax, relax, please."

alhaitham bit his lip, shaking his head as he continued to try and bottom out, feeling you shiver and shake in his hold, eyes watering.

"you're doing well. i'm proud of you. just keep breathing."

you whined his name, leaning into him as he kissed across your neck and shoulders, "just be good for me, just stay very still and i will meet your every desire."

[veintrry]

THE HEAT THAT WARMS MY HEART.

diluc before he realises how he feels for you.

tagz: gn!reader, fluff, hcs, drabble, they/them prns used (but they're literally like used once so 😭), nothing about the readers appearance is specified expect hair but that's only an if.

an: THIS ONES FOR MY MAN DILUC BCS HE GETS WRITTEN OFF AS A COLD MF TOO OFTEN 💯💯 but seriously he's such a sweetheart it kills me. me writing this at midnight with my eyes popping out of my sockets like a lunatic.

Diluc who doesn't even notice how the corners of his lip quirk up whenever he hears you talk, listening to you ramble about an event as you stay seated at Angel's Share. Your voice soothing him as he works his magic behind the bar, making drinks and offering an ear to people and an eye to the bard and his growing bill. But you make it bearable and make his heart softer that he might just forgive the bard for his bill if he keeps prompting conversations with you.

Diluc who offers to help you train, duelling you with wooden swords, rid from his black wool coat, his arms bare as he dons his sleeveless white button up. He ensures to not injure you, however he does dedicate himself to training you properly, making you feel as though you were in a real duel. He makes sure you take breaks, he prepares drinks and food from Good Hunter and Dawn Winery just for the two of you as you chat over lunch. He gives you tips and advice, helps your form, ties your hair up (if it's long or gets in your way). And even though he seems so composed he feels his heart thump the closer you are and he thinks maybe it's the thrill of the fight, or the proud he feels recognising your improvement, but he can't explain why he feels so light when he takes care of himself so well and why his breath stops when you compliment his swordsmanship or his teaching skills.

Diluc who writes you letters back regarding your concerns for him on his trips away from Mondstadt, cleansing your worries and reassuring you'd he be back and bring you something as well. He who roams town's, markets, villages and buys something instantly the moment it reminds him of you. He who searches for flowers that only grow in the soil of their land to send to you so you too could appreciate their beauty and be enraptured by it just as he is by you. He who spends ages re-reading your letters, his eyes glazing your writing and it's detail that made it unique before his eyes glue to your name, signing it off.

Diluc who is at your door when he notices how he hadn't seen you all day. Who comes with medicine, groceries, including the small things you like. He who offers you a room at the Winery so that you'd have people tend to you and so he can make sure you aren't overworking yourself too hard and even though he's the one that suggested it the idea of knowing he'd be waking up in the same place as you, only a few spaces apart makes him slightly nervous on how you'd perceive him. He who whenever you need comfort is the first to be there, not even having to say any words, only pulling you into his warmth and letting you release yourself.

Diluc who's brother is first to notice his behaviour towards you, causing him to look at the redhead with a knowing look, a glint in his eyes that told the coated man that he not only knew something, but it was something that Kaeya found to be useful information. Though, they are brothers, so after he hints at the the underlying truth he'll tell Diluc outright when you're not around. "Can't I be happy for my brother?" his voice teasing as he beckons the older boy to press further. "What is there to be happy for?" A raise of his brow is in unison with his apparent confusion. Kaeya has to hold back a laugh though it creeps into his smile and when he speaks again his eye meet directly with crimson gems,

"Luc', You like them."

And everything stops for a while as he registers it. And though he wishes to say that he is upset that his brother is the one to have been the reason for his realisation, he can't help but feel a bit joyful to know he harbored such feelings for you. Things slightly made more sense now.

[georgegraphys]

Wasn't gonna talk about F1 today and continue posting Erling and football stuff but...

The fuck is his problem?

It is ONE thing to acknowledge that Logan Sargeant might not be the best driver in Formula One but it is ANOTHER thing to say unnecessary things like this.

I don't fully know the context and I hope someone can educate me on the context better. Like was he asked about this that prompted him to answer the question with such an answer or was he just simply being a bitch? But nonetheless, there are millions of better ways to answer a question without such a statement. Provoked or not this is rude as fuck. Unless he got baited, he is still a dick for this type of answer.

Me or you don't need to be a Logan fan to know that this statement is unnecessarily stupid and bitchy from James Vowles. Logan is still his driver. What the fuck with the continuous disrespect? Does James Vowles know that regardless of the performance or merit his employee brings to the team, it is still HIS job to give respect to his employee? Because it is literally his decision to bring Logan in to the team for 2024. He can't be a dick to his own choice. That's stupid. If he wants to boot Logan out of the team then do it since 2023??? But instead of doing that, he pulled the angelic caring dad-figure TP bullshit PR move. Instead of also bringing closure to Logan's future in F1, he kept playing unnecessary mind games, being arrogant, continuously disrespecting his employee, thinking that his F1 team is an important big team when they currently have nothing except the remnants of their past glory? They can never return to their glory if they keep this arrogant act up. "Oh Ari but it's the leader only-" a leader reflects on how the institution works, he leads the team, his behaviour reflects on the organizational behaviour and culture. If he fails to set the right example to a basic human respect and has a basic human decency, don't expect him to be able to apply it on his team accurately.

I can't think of any great team principals right now. But I can only think of one thing.

This man. He acts like he can guarantee a 100% bounce back for Williams and he acts like he 100% did everything for Williams when he also fed on Jost Capito's hardworking. This arrogant man really thinks he is Pep Guardiola or Jose Mourinho type of boss who can jump shoot a team to success. Someone needs to humble him up. He has zero business to disrespect anyone on his team while acting like his team is the BIG championship winning powerhouse team that they are currently not. His team is still considered a backmarkers and he is doing all this already? Wonder how he'll act when Williams starts being in the middle or on the front row?

To any JVowles shooters out there that might be angry with my rants? Today, he did this to Logan. Tomorrow, it could be your driver. Just because your driver is currently in his good graces, doesn't mean this mf will never pull such shit on them. He would. Maybe one day. Who knows? It's behavioural.

Just because Logan Sargeant is NOT performing well or up to Formula One's standard, DOES NOT mean this mf can speak like this. "Oh but it's harsh tru-" Harsh truth is said directly to the person involved, public humiliation and saying these things to the media is a pathetic act of cowardice. James Vowles gives no respect to one of his employees and he'll do the same thing to another person in the future. Why so? If you can't give bare minimum respect to one person, you'll fail to give others the same thing. No matter how big or small

[ssleepycenzi]

Part 2 plus some music I listened to while writing this

Miguel spoke to gabi who nodded in response and ran to the room she was given by [name].The angel Arched one of her brows in response curious to know what’s was gonna happen in the unforeseen future.”yknow it took me awhile to figure out why you looked so familiar to me,Querida” he said the last work with a smirk on his face from the reaction to [names] face as of the word triggered a certain memory or memories within in her mind.”Oh,something wrong Querida?”Miguel chuckled and walked over to her wrapping his large thick arms around her waist. “you remember us don’t you” he whispered in her ear “Why are you pretending” Miguel continued. [Name]’s Breath was caught in her throat as the memories flooded back to her brain it was a bit overwhelming. “I remember now..but I didn’t before,Angels Can’t lie”she spoke in a breathy tone her body warming up from Miguel’s touch.”Is that so?”Miguel frowned slightly then tell me what you used on my wounds?”, “Hot waters,cloth rags, pain killers and alcohol wipes” [name] replied slightly annoyed at his rather dumb question.Miguel smiled at the fact what she had said was true.”I missed you so much..” Miguel groaned nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck peppering kisses on her skin as he did so.[name] only let out quite gasps before speaking “I..I need to finish cooking”she managed to say without stuttering or choking on her own words.”let me help you then”Miguel’s muffled voice spoke cutting the rest of the vegetables despite being relaxed against [name].His chest against her back,humming softly as he cut the vegetables not letting [name] move.Miguel wanted to soak in the feeling of having how wife back in his arms.Meanwhile gabi was secretly watching,she was happy that her family was finally going to be together again.After some time the food was finished and everyone was in the living room eating and watching a show,Miguel has already surprised gabi with the truth about [name].”The food was amazing Querida as always when you cook” Miguel cooed in his wife’s ear,she smiled in response.Her hand gently caressed gabi’s Cheeks as her head rested on [names] lap.”she’s grown so much” [name whispered not wanting to disturb her little girl’s slumber.”Querida,why don’t we put her to bed and catch up on lost time” Miguel smiles kissing [name] softly on the lips before picking up gabi and bringing her to bed and tucking her in as [name] cleaned up the dishes and living room.Once Miguel had tucked Gabi in he walked back into the living room and snuck up behind [name] and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her into a gratifying embrace.The sudden action startled the angel but she she accepted with a smile.”I’m finished cleaning” [name] spoke up turning around within the confinement of Miguel’s arm wrapping her arms around his neck as she did so.Miguel chuckled and placed a quick kiss on her soft lips letting out a small groan as he did so.[Name] laughed softly and kissed him back with luscious intent.”Oho~? Is my dear wife needy for me” Miguel joked chuckling deeply as he looked down at his wife.”can you blame me?” [name] smiled,Miguel only smirked and picks the angel up by her thighs lifting her up to his level.He began to place kisses on her lips and neck.[names hands tracked up the back of Miguel’s nape making their way into his hair gently tugging on the dark brown and gray hairs of his locks.

[Name] Pov

Miguel had let out a low moan as I gently tugged his hair ,and continued to pepper kisses all over my skin he had acsess to.”You taste so appetizing like..strawberries”. Miguel groaned as he began to undress you and place feverish kisses on the skin he was slowly exposing for his eyes and his eyes only to see.”Miguel” I whined greedily,”yes mi princesa?” “I want more..no I need,crave more… please” I mewled in his ear.”As you wish my love” Miguel grinned letting his fangs be seen,He carried me to the bedroom,holding me with a singular arm just remind me how fit Miguel is.He set me on the bed while kissing me everywhere he could each kissed filled with love and lust.I let myself relax into his touch,sprawled out on the bed halfway undressed and underneath Miguel.How’d I get this lucky?Whens the last time I’ve been intimate with myself or anyone? I thought to myself.”it’s been so long, tell me so you want me to prepare you or ravage you” Miguel questioned me smirking with that cocky attitude of his.”wouldn’t gabi wake up from either of those options?” I inquired raising a brow.”Then you’ll just have to be quiet enough for her not hear and loud enough for me to hear your sweet moans,okay princesa?”His tone was sultry with a lopsided smile plastered on his face.”I can try I suppose,but for your answer I want you to ravage me” I cooed in his ear my hand trailing up his chest to his cheek caressing it with my thumb.”you haven’t been touched in so long haven’t you? Don’t worry I’ll make you remember the feeling of my cock buried deep inside you filling you with my cum” he practically snarled in my ear as he was now ontop of me shirt off pants undone,he had used his finger talons to undress me quicker leaving me exposed completely for his dark eyes to adore.There was medium sized bulge in his boxers poking out with a wet patch in the middle.”Let me know if it’s too much yeah?” I nodded as he took his cock out from his pants and stormed a bit,clear?pre-cum beading out from the top sliding down to the base of his curved cock.His brow furrowed and he let out a hiss as he pressed his tip against my wet slit slighty prodding at with little to nothing thrusts.”I’m going to make my hurt so good” Miguel grinned as he pistoned into my throbbing wet cunt without warning which I should have expected.I choked on air for a second when he entered his cockhead slightly pressed against my cervix.Miguel had let out a loud moan.and he tells me to keep quite.“Fuck” you’re definitely tighter than I remember”he panted as he began thrusting in and out of me with a slow place to help me readjust to his cock’s size.”ah~ Miguel I missed you so much~”I mewled quietly as my arms flung around his neck.”mhm~ I can tell,you’re clenching around me each time I pull out” Miguel’s now raspy voice laughed.Miguel started buck his hips faster than before letting his cock go deeper with each thrust.His thrusts has enough force to make my breast jiggle more forcefully.drool dripped from the corner of my mouth as my lips were parted and my eyes rolled back almost.”It feels good dosent it baby” Miguel chuckled in my ear as he continued to roll his hips into mine.”fuck Miguel~!” I moaned loudly gripping his back now leaving small scratch marks.Miguel let out grunts and sometimes a few whimpers when I would kiss his neck or if my nail dug a little to deep into skin.”mhm sorry” I spoke into his shoulder with my head resting in the crook of his neck.”It’s okay baby mark me up all you want I’m all yours” Those words made my heart flutter.Suddenly his thrust became more harsh and sloppy indicating he was close to his long awaited release.”fuck” he groaned as he came inside me I had also reached my peak seconds after he came.

[bubuslutty]

IM DYING SCREAMING AND ROLLING ON THE FLOOR OF MY ZOO ENFLOSURE

NERD KÖNIG IS SO XJKAIFBL huge muscle man working in comic book store?!! Give me doubles I SWEAR

hehehe im so happy I got ppl who know that nerdy König working In a comic store would be so fucking hot. Like just imagining it makes me want to do stupid stuff like walking in there dressed like sin and watch him sweat himself half to death while I ask him if they have batman comics <3

He works at a comic store because he likes comics and more often than not, he doesn't have to talk to anyone, just rearrange the shelves and order new runs of comics and manga.

But he's also huge, built like a fridge on steroids. When he's not working, he goes to the gym to sweat out all the excess energy. He does it too when he's too horny and frustrated and his hands don't help much, so he goes to lift weights and sweat buckets like a fucking animal <3

He likes the store he works at, some of the guys he works with are okay, some are not, and he even managed to make friends at work. Horangi is one of the guys that König likes to hang out with during his breaks, the man doesn't speak a lot, but when he does, König always snorts behind his mask at his stupid jokes.

Horangi is the guy that looks after the manga section most of the time, he's even responsible for kicking out weird guys who 'come' by to visit their anime waifus. It barely happens, but when it does, Horangi is there to kick a mf out and curse him out.

The shop next to theirs is a shop that sells video games, consoles, merch and such. And König has made a friend out of the workers there; Gaz. Gaz's a cool guy and knows a lot about games, especially RPG. But he also loves playing Animal Crossing: New Horizon, which he does when he's on a break and König doesn't feel like talking much, so he just watches the man chop trees and harass his villagers.

Gaz is kind, charming and funny. Everyone likes him and he manages to calm down clients that get too heated about certain games in their shop, claiming their opinions are the truth. He's also had his fair share of unpleasant clients and has never shied away from putting people in their place. König has watched the man lift weights, run hours and hours without stopping at the gym, and knows for a fact that whoever has the displeasure of pissing Gaz off, will regret it immensely with a broken nose.

now enough abt my babygirl Gaz, let's go back to our boy König.

at work, he's always the one who gets sent to carry heavy boxes and parcels in the storage room, he's the guy that sets up heavy decorations when needed. And he does it without breaking a sweat either. On more than one occasion, he has caught some people trying to steal comics, and he only needed to stick his hand forward, wait until the people placed the stolen comics in his palm like a scolded child, and moved aside so they can run away from the shop.

He does have to say shit or do anything and everyone would need to think 35 times before even thinking stealing something.

[diorst4rr]

I <3 YA! isagi yoichi

━︎━︎━︎━︎ isagi sees ur fine self at a cookout hosted by shidou and starts acting like a damn dog. black fem reader. headcannon.

Shidou was hosting a cookout in his backyard because he dgaf and wanted to get turnt. He invited all the people from Blue Lock that would make the party interesting, Sae, some friends and family and his pretty next door neighbor: you 😛

Originally you wasn’t gonna go because Shidou was mad annoying. Trust you never wanted to move from a house so badly until you met him.

But you could smell the patties, chicken, corn and food they was grilling from your room which was EXTREMELY TEMPTING.

Since you got invited, might as well get a plate right?

When you got there Shidou greeting you immediately, throwing an arm around your shoulder and invading your personal space—as always.

“Wassup mamas, you finally decided to come huh?” He asks, taking a quick sip from the drink he had in his red cup.

“Didn’t come for you.” You say quickly, “I’m just getting a bite then dipping.”

Shidou rolls his eyes at you before pushing you forward.

“I’m tired of your boujee ass. You really think I’m gonna let you steal my food then dip? Try it and see what will happen.” He says before walking away.

You shrug your shoulders. He wasn’t gon do nothing, you told yourself—heading over to where the food was served.

As you stood in line, you felt a presence behind you. But it wasn’t that weird sort-of “off putting” presence. It was like you could tell the person standing behind you was hot as fuck. You turned around for a quick glance to see the most attractive man you’ve probably seen up close.

He must’ve been one of Shidou’s football friends—you thought to yourself. You couldn’t help but notice how tall and muscular he was, which was definitely a plus to his person.

“S’cuse me, could you pass me a plate?” You hear from behind you. Well damn. His voice was swoon worthy too.

As you reach to for a plate, your turn around to hand it to him, finally getting a good look of his face.

“Here you go.” You say as you hand him the plate. Not missing the way his fingers brush against yours as he takes it from you.

“‘Preciate it.”

And that’s how the two of you met!

As you guys were in line y’all started talking. Firstly about how long the line was taking, the music that was playing and how good the food was gonna be once you guys ate it.

By the time that conversation ended the two of you already felt like good friends.

You found out his name was Isagi and the two of you decided to talk to each other while eating. While you thought that he was fine and a interesting person, Isagi had heart eyes.

For him, he didn’t know what to except after accepting to go to this cookout. In truth he was only going because Shidou said they got good food—and he was tired of the Blue Lock diet.

When he got there he partied a little, talked to some people and after a while ate some food. (which was good as fuck 😛)

But then it got a bit boring and he was deciding to go home—but not before getting another plate of food 😗

That’s when he saw you. Standing in line with yo fine self. And he was absolutely MESMERIZED.

I mean, to Isagi you was the bested dressed mf in this place. And you wasn’t even trying at all. Not to mention the way your shorts hugged your thighs—

Come on we all know Isagi is a thigh man. 🫶🏾🩷

But anyways, he just KNEW he had to speak to you. So he took that chance.

When he asked you to pass a plate and heard your voice WHEWWWW— you sounded so angelic and all you said was three words.

Isagi had never been THIS down bad for a person before. He was starting to think that maybe it was because he hadn’t interacted with girls for a while…

But the more he started making small talk to you, the more he started to fall in love.

© DIORST4RR

[dreamsofluv]

Feeling like a child again

The grass is greener and the sunshine blindin me

Ice cream at the river a breeze leaves to consider silently

The purest hearts in society

Judging humans by their kindness but not violently

Speaking truth because they don’t know what a lie is for

The system taking the youth taking the fantasy out their thoughts

Feeling like a child again

The grass is greener and the sunshine blindin me

Ice cream at the river a breeze leaves to consider silently

And I know they want to grow up but it’s a trap like pan said to Wendy

Never grow up because life gets hard especially if your not ready

The world is a trap and love the only safety

Human is human children know this for a decade

Growing older getting better

Teenage ruin things they learn about their pleasures

When they see the eyes they think they are made for once they are lost right on the river taunted by the sweetness of their voices trapped in her eyes but they don’t notice her smile or the weather

Feeling like a child again

The grass is greener and the sunshine blindin me

If your in love the child is watching out for you and me

It feels like sunshine with the smile she gives

[mci-writing]

No 💖

[wizardsix]

astarion stans who refuse to try befriending or even romancing anyone else are the most annoying mfs. "I only romance astarion I just can't relate to the other stories" really? you can't relate to gales deep self loathing? his deep love and loyalty for those he cares about? you can't relate to wylls kind heart and desire to always do good, even if it means he's miserable? can't relate to shadowheart blindly following a god, only to learn the truth and reinvent herself? you can't relate to lae'zel or karlach who were lied to and used as weapons their whole lives, but continue to push on even when they're scared? you can't relate to the overarching theme of authority vs autonomy???

it's not difficult, it's just people refusing to appreciate and explore the game to its fullest bc their manipulative sexy vampire is all they need(something astarion actually loathes being seen as btw). but ok, you can be boring and do whatever you want, but don't lie and say the other stories are bad, because they're not. it's simply a lack of media literacy and critical thinking. because to you, if a character doesn't tell you point blank that they're aware of their situation, it's bad writing. missing the entire point that victims don't always realize the situation they're in. keep in mind astarion and karlach are the only ones who got away from their abusers, which is why they tell you clearly and confidently about what happened to them, fully aware that it was abuse. whereas the others give only their tunnel visioned perspective and speak highly of their deity(not caring about themselves, wish to appease them for something in return).

don't get me wrong (seriously, if I see one person misunderstand me I'm going to lose it) astarion is a good character, but people who only like him need to stop acting like he's the only complex and well written one. stop crying when people with brains call you out for being weird about his ascended ending. the game isn't about him. at least try and show some respect to those who worked hard on the game. make an oc and try new things, i promise the fictional vampire won't care if you don't romance him one run. have a drink with shadowheart, dance with wyll, go to a restaurant w karlach, maybe then you'll calm down.