#is this coherent? im having a hard time with words today

[loppsided]

WARNINGS: fem reader, established relationship, p in v smut, soft smut, oral (fem receiving), dick being completely obsessed and in love with reader, virgin!reader, experienced!dick grayson (obviously), cunninlings, pet names (baby), dick n reader literally wanna become one person lmfao NOTES: this is hbo max titans!dick thats why hes described as having brown eyes and hair, but just insert the attributes of any version you want! first time writing smut so bare with me, apologies if its hella cringey. requests r open go request whatever u want. this was also proofread at 3am so if it doesnt make sense, thats why heh sorry. the ending is sooooo bad but i got lazy. im making a taglist! so if u wanna be added to my dc taglist just comment on this post. MINORS DNI 18+ likes and reblogs appreciated! WC: 1k

soft moans and the rustling of sheets underneath you are the only sounds to be heard in your room, as you grind mindlessly against anything that will create friction on your body. you and dick had been dating for months now and though the topic of sex came up often, whether it be late night conversations about all your desires or the occasional fingering session which had you creaming around his fingers and screaming his name, you haven't had sex yet. you were a virgin, mind plagued by things so much more important than intercourse, and the mere fact that you just didn't have time in your busy schedule to lay down and do any thing. but god did you think about it. and today all your desires would be fulfilled. the conversation was typical, a thousand "are you sure?"s fell from your gentlemen of a boyfriends lips. so here you are now, laying on your back, hands tangled through dicks dark brown locks as he flicked his tongue back and forth slowly at your clit. he took his time, eyes fixated on your expression, your jaw was slack and brows knitted. his hand kneaded into the flesh of your stomach as he held your hand lovingly. a gesture he knew you loved, you always talked about the romance of sex, and how it made it better for both parties. he flattened his tongue against your heat, sucking slowly. his other hand slid down your thighs, grazing the hickeys he had left there only minutes prior. he stuck his ring and middle finger inside of you, pumping at the perfect pace while he swirled his tongue around your pussy. you felt your climax coming soon, you tugged his hair as you bit down hard on your bottom lip. "cum for me baby, let go." his voice was what sent you over the edge, back arching as soft whiny whimpers escaped your throat.

he took his fingers out slowly, moving up your body leaving soft kisses up your torso until he reached your mouth. you kissed for a few seconds until he pulled back, a string of saliva holding you both together as you looked into each others eyes with love. you loved dick, and dick loved you, no matter how many issues you had, or how many times you cried in his arms about how meaningless you felt. he loved you for you, he saw you completely and now his love was taken to a whole other place. now he loved how you tasted. he loved how you moaned his name so pathetically, like you could melt into the sheets at any second and become one with him. like you needed him, like all you wanted was him. his gaze never left yours as he slid into you slowly, wrapping his arms around your back so you could hold him by his neck. "just tell me to stop at any time if its too much, okay?" you nodded. "use your words baby" "yea, il tell you." you whispered looking directly at his lips wanting for him to kiss you again. he was always such a damn gentlemen, and though sometimes it got on your nerves, that's one of the reasons why you fell in love with the brown eyed boy. but right now you didn't want a gentlemen, you wanted him to fuck orgasm after orgasm out of you until you were laying in bed sweaty, barely coherent. his pace started off slow, despite your effort to keep eye contact with your lover, your head lolled back as you closed your eyes. time stood still in that moment, your ears rung (probably from your previous orgasm) and the whole world was gone. it was just you and him, and him inside of you. you had expressed your concerns about potentially not being able to cum during your first time since you usually couldn't finish with just insertion, but as dick sped up, his lips grazing your neck as he praised you, telling you how tight and warm you felt, you could tell you would be cumming in a few minutes. he knew all the right spots, where to hold and squeeze you, where to kiss you, to rip those beautiful noises he loved so much from you. and that's exactly what happened. dick noticed your needy claws at his back, as your breathe increased and you started babbling nonsense about "being there." his lips left your neck as he looked at you. "you gonna cum? huh? you almost there baby?" your eyes opened, the look on your face sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body, knowing he made you feel this good. "ye-mm yea mm-hmm i think m'gonna uhhh-" you cut yourself off with a breathy whine as you buried your face in his shoulder and looked down at your bodies connecting. it tuned you on even more, dicks thick cock pumping in and out of you. a ring of white cream around the base of his dick. sweat beads rolling down his abs and his abs tensing and contracting as you could tell he was also close.

the only words you could get out were his name over and over and over and god that made dick feel like a king. his grip around you tightened as he focused on going as deep as possible, he was determined to make you cum around his dick at least twice tonight. your eyes shot opened as you screamed and arched into dick as you came. "oh fuck- fuck- fuck- dick.." he pressed his forehead to yours as loud throaty groans passed from his mouth to yours, he came with a moan and his fingernails dug crescent shaped marks into your back. his high hit him hard, as all he said was "so good, so good for me, feel so good baby." and your name over and over and over.

you two definitely went a few more rounds that night.

[suugarbabe]

can i request a mattheo drabble(?) fluff with line 28? (”I genuinely dont know why my brain goes blank when i look at you. i tuinl im going a little crazy”)

-🦈

(i’ve never done a request like this so sorry of its weird😭)

It’s not weird at all! You did a perfect job lol

You had been at it for over two hours. You don’t know why you agreed to it in the first place. Well, actually, you do. Pansy promised that she’d pay for everything on your next Hogsmead trip and after today you were going to hold her to it.

Tutoring Mattheo proved to be more difficult than originally anticipated. You weren’t even sure why he needed tutoring. He was genuinely one of the smartest in your year next to Hermione and Draco.

But pansy insisted that he was struggling in divination and needed someone’s help and since you were the best at divination in your year (as Pansy worded it anyway) she said it would be perfect for you to help him.

You held up the tea cup again and pushed the book closer to Mattheo. He glanced inside the cup and looked down at his notes, “Oh okay, yeah so what we have there is, erm, uh…”

When he glanced up from the book to give you his explanation it’s like all thoughts went out the window. You huffed out a sigh and set the tea cup down on the table.

“C’mon, Mattheo, you just had it. I know you know this one, we’ve went over it like three or four times.”

A goofy half smile lifted on his lips, “I’m sorry, love. I genuinely don’t know why my brain goes blank when I look at you. I think I’m going a little crazy.”

Your cheeks instantly flushed, tinging a dark shade of pink, “Oh, erm, t-that’s okay. Let’s just look at it one more time, yeah?”

You leaned a little closer to Mattheo to point at the proper section of the book. You expected him to lean away, but he didn’t move, causing your shoulders to be pushed up against each other.

“So right here, it says-”

“I don’t need tutoring in divination,” Mattheo’s breath was hot against your neck with his confession. You sat up straight again, a clear look of confusion on your face.

He took a deep breath, “I actually have the second highest marks in divination behind you. I asked Pansy to convince you to tutor me so I could spend time with you.”

Your mouth formed a small ‘o’ shape at his confession. “Why didn’t you just ask me to hang out?” Your question was genuine and simple. Mattheo was in your friend group, you’ve hung out in a group plenty of times before.

Mattheo shrugged his shoulders, “Dunno, I just…I’m fine when it’s all of us together but, Merlin, darling you saw me just now, when it’s just me and you it’s like I can barely form a coherent sentence.”

“You seem to be doing a pretty good job right now,” you smirked at him.

“Cheeky,” he smiled, wagging a finger at you. “Go to Hogsmead with me this weekend.”

You quirked an eyebrow, “Is that a statement or a question?”

“Whichever one will get you to say yes,” he responded.

You nodded your head, “I’ll go with you. But you should know that Pansy promised me she’d pay for my whole trip the next time I went. Are you going to hold up the same deal?”

Mattheo smiled so hard his dimples popped out, “Oh, Princess. You won’t have to pay for anything, carry anything, I’ll be a true gentleman.”

You closed the divination book before placing it back in your bag, “Perfect, I can’t wait then.” You leaned over, giving him a quick kiss to his cheek before standing and walking away, leaving Mattheo once again at a loss for words.

[sanccharine]

14:30 | mm

pairing: assassin!momo x handler!reader

summary: good speakers are good liars, too bad momo is neither. co-written by @eternallyghosting chapter summary: momo spends the day with you

warning: sickeningly sweet, like makes me want to throw up actually

word count: 2.5k

a/n: assassin!momo is here because indigo works hard af. literally she wrote everything, again i didn't do jackshit for this part, didn't even open docs until yesterday lol. im just here to post and disappear like avatar aang, again :]

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You cursed as your oven timer dinged for the third time, barely managing to shove your hands into heat proof gloves before hurrying to take the baking tray out of the steaming oven. This had to be your sixteenth batch of heart shaped cookies, an apparent Valentine's day tradition. A cliche, more like, you rolled your eyes. 

Although this influx of orders was no doubt good for your growing business, you were just about ready to gouge out your eyes if only to avoid looking at pink food colouring again.

You sighed, at least after this last order for Mr Moyo, you'd be done for the day. As you busied yourself with measuring the flour, something you could do in your sleep now based on the amount of times you'd made this exact recipe, the front door slammed shut. 

Momo. Hearing the loud slamming noise would've given you a headache in any other situation, but not today. Today Momo had promised to give you a break from doing the dishes after seeing you knee deep in orders since the morning.

You hadn't even realized how tired you were until she came up behind you and laid her chin on your shoulder. You took a break from kneading and pulled her closer. Sensing your fatigue, Momo wrapped you up in her arms, gently turning you around and laying a soft kiss on your lips. 

"Rough day?" 

"Mmm," you didn't bother with a more coherent response. Momo got it anyway.

She gazed around at the heart cookies, with their light pink frosting and red and white sprinkles, and snorted, "I don't really get why people would want these."

A beat. 

She rushed to add. "Of course not saying that because it's your baking! These look great babe, you've done a really good job on the decor." She cupped her warm hands around your cheeks, emphasizing that she didn't mean anything by what she'd said.

You shook your head, "It is a silly holiday."

"Exactly! That's what I meant," she kissed your cheek in apology.

You settled deeper into her hold. The dough could wait. "But still, it's kind of sweet that people celebrate Valentine's day," you murmured.

Momo could be quite dense sometimes. You had to often spell things out for her. But this, your unmentioned plea, she understood clearly. Maybe it was the exhaustion making you more sensitive than usual. Or maybe it was the sentimentality of the holiday that made you melt against her arm as she brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Tell you what, you finish up this last batch and I'll run you a bath. How does that sound?"

That did sound great. You gave her a grateful nod as you added, "there's extra frosting in the fridge if you want to try some." 

Momo hurriedly disentangled herself and gave you another kiss before rushing to the said fridge. Perhaps it wasn't just you feeling the sentiments of the holiday. 

With renewed vigour, you managed to toss the new batch of cookies in the oven, having to wait only for a couple minutes before filling up all your used dishes with soapy water. Although Momo had promised to do them for you, you couldn't just leave them be without rinsing atleast a few.

You trudged upstairs, where your nose was immediately met with the soothing scent of lavender, from the bath salts you had gifted Momo a few months ago. As you slipped into the bathroom, Momo turned to face you.

"So my next flight isn't for another few days."

You nodded silently, focusing on throwing your flour stained shirt into the laundry basket instead. Momo and you had discussed her flight over dinner last night so you didn't know why she was bringing it up again.

"I was thinking we could do something together."

Now that got your attention. You lifted your head and asked with a hint of a smirk, "I thought you said Valentine's day was a shitty occasion."

"I didn't say it like that! And also this doesn't have to be for Valentine's day," she added. "It could be just a date."

"Okay," you shrugged. You would do anything if it meant spending more time with Momo.

She perked up. "Great! I'll plan it out!"

Wait, what?

Before you could ask her anything, she smiled, said "Enjoy your bath!" and left, closing the door behind her.

As you enjoyed your much needed soak in the tub and made your way out of the bathroom, you found Momo hunched over on the bed with her glasses on and laptop in hand. You smiled to yourself. She hardly ever wore her glasses, so she must be taking this date planning very seriously. 

As you crawled into bed, she turned her screen towards you and pointed excitedly. "Look!"

You took a look at a website showing various people with axes in their hands. Before you could ask about what Momo wanted to do with a Thor convention, you caught sight of the title at the top of the screen.

Axe throwing. Huh.

"Seems fun, doesn't it?"

You tore your glance away from the laptop to Momo's face, grinning widely and awaiting your answer. You were looking at her, but you weren't really seeing. The only thought in your mind was how cute those glasses looked on her. You really had to make her wear them more often.

"You're adorable," you blurted out as she nudged you for an answer.

Stifling a giggle, she rolled her eyes. "I'm taking that as a yes." And right away, she booked a slot for the two of you. You settled under the covers quietly, not really having any objections but also not expecting her to be so proactive about this date.

"There, all done. It's in the evening tomorrow." She put her laptop away on the bedside table and joined you under the warm duvet. 

Not that the duvet stayed settled for long as her words jolted you up. "Wait, tomorrow? I can't tomorrow, I have to deliv—"

Momo took your hands, silencing you in the action. "I know, you have to deliver the cookies. But we could do those on the way to the facility."

You weren't convinced this easily. "What if someone isn't at home? What if we can't deliver some of the orders?" 

She shook her head. "The time slot I booked is their last one. It's at 8 pm, which gives us plenty of time to make the deliveries, even if someone isn't home in the morning," she emphasized the end of her sentence to lay your worries at ease.

Kissing the hands still in her grip was the cherry on top, as you finally settled down again, content that Momo had it all planned out. She laughed quietly as she turned to face you, the faint yellow hue of the night lamp casting a glow on her face. "I wouldn't have booked the slot without making your deliveries happen, babe."

"I know, I just like having a plan." So what if your handler tendencies bled over into your regular life, having a plan was never a bad thing.

"You and your lists and schedules…"

"Hey, at least I'm not the one getting lost in a city because I can't read out the itinerary made for me!" It was a bit of a deep cut to bring up something that had occured on vacation years ago, but you couldn't resist teasing her.

And Momo retaliated by doing what Momo did best. When at a loss for a verbal attack, she mercilessly moved her hands up and down your sides, tickling you until your feet kicked and squirmed in the blanket.

She only stopped when you finally cried out for mercy, ceding victory to her if only to be able to breathe properly. Having eventually caught your breath, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows to situate your torso over hers and wipe off the smug smile on her face with a deep kiss.

"Goodnight, babe. I love you."

"I love you too. G'night."

True to her word, Momo had done all the dishes last night while you had been in the bath, and walking into a gleaming kitchen almost made you want to get on your knees and sob in relief. You loved baking, but cleaning up after was often the hardest part, something you absolutely had to be particular about no matter how tired you were.

You turned on the coffee machine just as the sounds of Momo rustling around in the sheets reached your ears. You were content to just stay in and share a cup of coffee, enjoying the morning sunlight streaming through the windows onto your kitchen counter. You looked around your carefully curated kitchen, at all the designs you had insisted on, knowing that it would be one of the places you spent the most time in. Your eyes landed on the pile of trinkets in the corner, stubbornly making themselves known in the pristine marble decor of the kitchen. 

Despite your hatred of the mismatched colour scheme, that corner held a special place in your heart, after all, it contained all the little things Momo had brought back from her trips around the world. The woman was talented in many areas, but interior design was decidedly not one of them. She would buy whatever she thought looked cute, irrespective of whether it was something that would fit in your kitchen or was needed by you in the first place.

Still, you couldn't bear to hide it away. As your gaze landed on the porcelain soap dish Momo had brought back a few weeks ago, you had to stifle a laugh at the memory of that particular day. All things considered, it wasn't even as horrendous as some of the other things she'd purchased, but her reasoning for buying it was what had you stumped. You remembered her ravenously eating forkfuls of the pie you had made to celebrate her arrival (and the difficult mission you knew she'd undertaken), before she had sprung up from her seat to haphazardly search through her bags.

Having found what she was looking for, she had tossed the dish towards you, and beamed as though expecting praise for her 'thoughtful' purchase. You couldn't lie, the gift had you bewildered for a good couple of minutes as you wracked your brain trying to recall why this dish would be of particular significance to you. Momo had impatiently gestured at you to turn the dish over and "look at the back!", where you found a 'Made in Greece' stamp over the dish. Although that gift had greatly confused you to the extent of looking like the human equivalent of a keyboard smash, it brought a smile to your face knowing that Momo carried your love of Greek myths with her wherever she went.

The subject of your thoughts bounded down the stairs just as you wrapped up that precious memory. Her hair was mussed up from having rolled around in bed, and her bleary eyes indicated that she wasn't fully awake yet. But to you, she had never looked better. You loved Momo like this, all soft and pliant in the morning, making you feel like you were in a never ending Sunday. 

You must have taken a second too long to acknowledge her, as she whined at not immediately receiving her good morning kiss. You moved towards her and obliged, before getting a hold of her wrist and gently dragging her off to where your twin coffee mugs stood, ready for a lazy start to your day. 

The rest of your day went by similarly in a haze, with you dividing your time between wrapping up your final orders, and making the most of Momo being home. Once the admittedly long and lazy breakfast was over, you enlisted Momo's help in reorganizing your closet, getting rid of items you didn't use anymore. Then, after hastily vacuuming your bedroom, the two of you made a quick lunch of enchiladas (well, you cooked and Momo tried not to get in your way), before settling down on the couch and scrolling through Netflix for a new show to watch.

You sighed contentedly in her hold as Momo, eventually tired of trying to find something new, clicked on the long memorised sitcom favoured by you. As your eyes glazed over the familiar scenes, you lauded your past self for closing off orders even though Valentine's Day was still two days away; you got to make the most of your time while Momo was still home.

By the time the afternoon hues of the sun had started to darken to twilight, you had already finished a season of the show you had put on, as well as two cups of tea and a bowl of popcorn. Deciding to clear up a bit, you turned off the television with a groan of protest from Momo, before eventually tugging her off the couch and upstairs to get ready for your deliveries.

Momo had been right in booking the 8 PM slot for your date, and as you watched her carefully load all the orders into the backseat of your car, a serene feeling washed deep in your bones. All it took really was a four letter word.

Home.

Time.

Love.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Momo asked as you slid into the passenger seat.

You had an absent smile on your face as your fingers drummed against your thighs. "Mm, just thinking of how all it takes is a four letter word."

Momo leaned over, grabbing and fastening your seatbelt for you in a swift motion. "You're thinking of 'sexy', right?" she smirked.

You felt your cheeks being pulled upwards as the absent smile blossomed into a full one. "I was thinking more of 'dork' but okay."

"Nerd."

"Fool."

"Rude."

"Mean."

The two of you traded back and forth before Momo suddenly said, "Y/N".

"Hmm? That's not how—"

"I love you," she giggled. This time it was you who leaned in, pushing forward as much as your seatbelt would allow, and sealed her giggles with a kiss. "Wife," you murmured against her as she pulled you in closer upon hearing that fall from your lips, a revered whisper.

Despite everything in you screaming not to, you eventually pulled yourself away and let Momo start the car. You settled in your seat, putting a hand over your heart to calm it's racing, but to also feel how strongly it beat. For Momo. While the pair of you weren't really convinced by the traditions of Valentine's Day, and scorned at how the town had blown a quarter of its budget on tacky pink and red decorations, you couldn't deny just how full your heart had felt today. How it felt everyday you were by her side.

You had your own traditions with her, of course you did, honed after years of being together, but it all boiled down to one thing, a simple four letter word: Momo.

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: happy valentines day y'all, tell people that you love them !!! or don't, or tell them that you hate them lol, idk don't let me tell you how to spend your day :P

taglist: @someone-who-likes-broccoli @happilychaengs

[elliespeach]

i'll be home soon | ellie williams angst

an. this is very short, around 800 words, and very angsty. this is a remake of one of my older fics from 2016 because i can't bring myself to write anything else i am at a road block im sorry if this is not that great but i wanted to give yall something!

warnings: ellie death, blood and gore, all around sad vibes

ellie rolled over, heaving the dead clicker off of her body. she groaned as she did, the pain in her stomach overcoming her and she looked down to examine it. any bite mark she could survive, but she wasn’t immune from being ripped apart. her stomach was badly wounded, the clicker had taken a chunk out of her abdomen leaving it jagged and gushing blood. ellie tried using her hands to cover her injury but it kept bleeding profusely and she cursed herself for letting this happen. 

she knew she didn’t have a lot of time, that she would bleed out before anyone could come and rescue her. she had patrolled alone today, the section she was assigned to was an easy one but the clicker jumped her and her efforts to save herself only prolonged her inevitable fate. her backpack only a few feet away began to utter muffled words, but she could recognize your voice anywhere. 

dragging herself to the backpack she shuffled through it for the radio and was able to make out the last few of your words. “...ellie can you check in?” your voice so clear through the radio almost made all the pain go away. ellie’s world stopped and for a moment she forgot her predicament, the only thing in the world that truly comforted her was you. 

ellie breathed your name into it with a weak smile on her face, she rolled onto her back, the radio gripped in her hand. “i’m fine, don’t worry about me.” she spoke, using every ounce of energy to sound coherent but in reality her world was shifting and her vision was going fuzzy. 

“are you almost done? we have a date tonight you know and it’s getting late,” you joked into the radio from jackson. you weren’t on patrol today, taking the day off to do some chores around the house you and ellie shared. you liked it this way, although you wished ellie wouldn’t go out so often. 

“y-yes baby, i know about our date,” ellie contemplated her words, holding in her bloody coughs to keep you from worrying. ellie didn’t want the last time you spoke to be frantic, she knew no matter how fast anyone got here, she was a goner. “i’m – i’m gonna be home real soon, okay?” 

“are you okay? you sound weir–”

“do you remember our first date?” ellie laughed into the radio, her stomach was on fire but she concentrated hard on the memory. “we snuck into the abandoned building in town–” 

“and we made a fort,” you recalled, smiling at the small radio in your hands. oblivious to your girlfriend’s distraction tactic. “what did you call it again?” 

“castle fort,” ellie chuckled at the name and you did too, making her smile. “we should go back there someday.” 

“yeah, we should.” you leaned back in your chair, your eyes wandering to the clock in front of you. “when did you say you’ll be back, i miss youuu.” 

“i'll be home soon, baby i promise. i’ll make it to our date, don't you worry,” she paused, the gaping hole in her stomach begging to be treated. she bit down on her lip to keep from groaning in pain. “can you wear that pretty dress i like? the floral one?” 

“ellie, were just watching a movie.” you rebutted, twirling a pen around your fingers. “speaking of, maria spoiled it for me so don’t get attached to the blonde kid.” 

“i told you maria s-spoils everything, and i know, but you look so beautiful in it,” ellie begged, ��please? for me?” 

you sighed into the radio and ellie imagined you smiling at the compliment as you always did. “if it makes you happy, sure babe. i’ll wear it but we need to actually watch the movie.” 

“you got it, pretty girl.” ellie’s pain reduced to a numbed stinging and her mind was beginning to feel foggy. she felt tired, so tired and she fought to keep her eyes open as they began to well up at the idea of never seeing you again. 

“go finish what you gotta do, i’ll talk to you when you get back.” your voice sounded so angelic over the static in the radio and ellie had to use all her strength to respond. 

“okay, i love you. i love you so much,” she breathed out,still holding back her tears, the pain was almost gone now and her vision was going black. 

“i love you,” your words rang in ellie’s ears as the radio fell from her hands and landed in the blood that had pooled around her. her mind was repeating the phrase as her eyes closed, feeling the tiredness melt away until she felt nothing anymore. her last thought was of you, all smiley and bubbly wearing that dress she loved so much. 

[imrllytootiredforthis]

okay but what if... royalty au w soob where he's a crown prince who everyone believe is a hard dom in bed due to his status but🤭🤭little do they know how much of a slut he is the second you oh so slightly tighten your grip on his throat, how easy it is to make him cry and whimper after being edged for hours, how he himself admits to not being able to do anything without you and wanting to have you control his every move😩😩oh and not to mention how badly he needs you to use degrading words mixed w praise on him "what a cute little slut, are you sure u can fuck those girls like they imagine you to? i don't think this cock can be any use, what a pity though, all this size and all for nothing" 🤯🤯

THIS WAS THE FIRST THING THAT CAME TO MY MIND WHEN I SAW TODAY'S WEVERSE PICS IM GONNA EXPLODE????

NO BC THAT WAS LIKE THE FIRST THING I SAW THIS MORNING TOO, and then i saw this and i wanted to reply but i had to leave the house and then was busy all day😭

but now i have time, so without further ado,

starting off, i cannot put into words how much i love it when everyone expects them to be the dom and everything but they're really just a whimpery lil puppy willing to do anything just to have you touch them😩😩

imagine being a courtier or one of the knights in his personal guard or smth and there's a party, all of the guests are all over him and you overhear a group of girls giggling and pointing to him, whispering about how he's probably so commanding in bed the same way he is normally

later on that night you're guarding outside his chambers but then begin to hear odd noises from inside.

almost like moaning? was he in pain? was he hurt?

you burst into the room to see that it's quite the opposite.

the pretty prince is strewn out across silk sheets, legs opened wide, palming over himself with his eyes clenched shut, breathy moans and whimpers slipping free from plush and bitten lips

he sees you and you expect him to be angry or at least ashamed of his actions, before he can even get a word out you're already apologizing and backing out of the room, despite how much you really don't want to

but he begs you not to.

begs you to come in and help him. to make him feel good and just take full control over him. to do anything you want to him-anything at all.

and it's not right...you shouldn't...but really, how can you turn down such a tempting offer?...from such a willing participant?

and so it becomes a personal challenge to prove the giggling whispering girls from earlier wrong

making the crown prince turn into a drooling, cross-eyed mess over those lavishly expensive silk sheets, edging him over and over until he can barely think straight, barely make out a coherent sentence

and then switching over to overstimulating him, making him cry with your filthy words and sinful touch, adoring and cruel and oh-so fucking mean in every best way

until there's not a single trace of this 'domineering' prince the people talk about, only a pretty little (well, not so little) mess just for you, all for you to corrupt and make into the perfectly cute little slut for you<3

jeez,😮‍💨

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

Hey!! I just got my book today and just started reading. How has it been for you? Its kinda sad coming and seeing people hating on it though.

hiiii emmyy!! thanks for the ask!

I finished the book the same day I got it which was today because I just couldn't control myself 😆

I was also really surprised coming on here and seeing everybody nitpicking like crazy, but at the same time, I know where they are coming from to an extent, which really disappointed me because I was so anxious for this book.

so im still taking my time to process my opinions on this book and put it into coherent words, does that make sense?

because there's a pressure to have critical thinking skills and being able to call out stuff when you see it but at the same time it's also important to simply enjoy things as they are and not hate unnecessarily and the internet kind of makes it hard sometimes to maintain the balance

Id love to know more of your thoughts on the book tho!! Feel free to vent, because I desperately need someone to talk about this book to

[bunnakit]

last twilight e3 thoughts feelings etc

so in the past ive watched the episodes and digested them and come back and rewatched to put together my thoughts but im kinda crunched for time today and have a mountain of work to do sooo i'm just gonna do this in one sitting and i'm so sorry if it's not as good or as coherent as what i usually deliver aaa. it's also going to be a bit longer than normal probably but i'll try to cut down on stuff that seems unnecessary or maybe just too obvious to comment on.

OH ITS STILL REALLY LONG EVEN WITH EDITING I'M SO SORRY.

oh them being playful with each other is everything to me. oh my god and Mhok learned, he listened to Porjai and he learned to organize and clean and do things with Day as an active participant so he knows where everything is and is taking control of his own life. oh we're only 3 minutes in and i'm emotional, okay.

i do love that we get to see the way Day has isolated himself and that while his family haven't helped there's also a large part of it that is his doing. ive said it before but when you're newly disabled it can be so so easy to isolate yourself. hell, i've been diagnosed for almost 10 years and i still do it from time to time as my condition worsens because it's hard. there are so many questions you have to answer, there's the anxiety of not knowing if people are going to be accommodating to your needs, and sometimes it takes twice or even three times the energy it used to take before because every action is a little harder now. it can be terrifying to put yourself out there again and you will lose friends in the process. there will be people that don't understand, that find you to be an inconvenience, that won't make accommodations for you, and it will hurt every time but saying goodbye to those people is always ultimately for the better - but it doesn't make it hurt less. as much as i'd love the realism of it, i hope we don't have to see Day go through that.

Day's story about his friend is interesting, too. he says he doesn't want to be pitied by his friends but the thing is. they just did that, they accommodated their friend, and from the sound of it they did it without judgement. so why couldn't it be the same for him? it just shows more of his anxiety and his fear.

"i felt like my life was worthless. all i saw in people's eyes was insult."

screaming. crying. throwing up. i don't need to say anything about this but i thought you all should know it made me ill.

"once i'm ready you'll be the first to get my invitation card." Porjai and Mhok's friendship means so so fucking much to me.

here's the thing, my best friend and i dated in high school, we were 16 and fucking stupid and toxic and our home lives were shit and we took it out on each other and we made each other fucking miserable by the end of things. we didn't talk again for over five years. it took time to come back together, to heal and accept our own faults in what went wrong. we stumbled here and there as we came back together but now? almost 10 years later i don't know what i'd do without him. that's my platonic soulmate, that's the one person besides my husband i can share anything with. fuck, he knows more about my life than my husband does because he was there to see me at my worst, at the scariest point in my life where i almost wasn't around anymore to see tomorrow. that kind of friendship is so fucking special, i cannot even properly put it into words, and for Mhok to keep that? to have that with Porjai? i'm so fucking glad he has that. i'm so glad he got to keep his platonic soulmate.

small aside, i love that Mhok consistently announces himself to Day. it's a little action but it's so considerate. he's honestly doing such an incredible job.

Day puts his sunglasses on like armor; like they can shield him from the judging stares or looks of pity he can't see. maybe someday he won't need them, not because his heart has hardened to take the blows, but maybe because he knows Mhok is by his side. because remember - it's the way they look at us.

"i heard you wanted to take time off and focus on badminton" Night i'm going to drown you in your own toilet. this is just furthering my thoughts from episode 2 that Night is ashamed of his brother and his condition, or perhaps that the family is trying to hide his condition for some fucking stupid reason.

the bravery it took Day to come here and admit whats happening to his is huge, but i'm also in love with the admissions admin saying sure, you can have time off, but you're not allowed to quit. you're not allowed to give up on yourself.

"we must live with hope, Day" and that's it. you have to. you just have to. every day is going to be so hard and so much, you'll have good and bad days, but at least in all those days you'll have hope. and maybe someday that hope won't be for new eyes. maybe that hope will turn into acceptance, into determination, into pride at what you've accomplished in spite of it all. in my opinion, hope is an amazing fuel but it's not sustainable, it's just a vehicle to get you to where you need to be.

Mhok asking a blind man for a tour, oh fuck fuck fuckfuckufkcufk-- Mhok essentially saying show me your world exactly as you remember it, let me in. see how things have changed and how they've remained the same and do it with me by your side.

THE WAY MHOK SHIELDS HIM AT THE LIBRARY. DAY DOESN'T NEED TO WEAR HIS SUNGLASSES LIKE ARMOR BECAUSE MHOK IS BY HIS SIDE AS HIS SHIELD. chewing my own arm off brb.

"and you also have me. nothing to be afraid of" because i will always shield you, i will always protect you, i will stand by your side AAAA--

on part 3/4 now, i promise i'll shut the fuck up soon. if you've read this far pls take this as a smooch checkpoint, i'm giving you a little forehead smooch. have you had any water today? taken your meds? relax your shoulders, unclench your jaw.

ok back to it - Mhok continuously having Day make his own selections in these various machines. Day's fate is in his hands, he can do these things himself, but Mhok will be there with him the whole way.

"my eyes don't work well but my legs do just fine." this is such a massive leap from the man that wouldn't even leave his bedroom, from the man that was suffocating in his environment. Day is no longer a dying man, a shambling corpse. he is an active participant in his own life again.

"stay close to me, that's all i need" bitch i'm gonna throw up, you can't just hit me with that after that's all i've been saying this whole time what the fuck.

OH FUCK ME. okay. alright. hang on. so when they enter the shop Mhok describes it to Day, explains where the jeans are, where the shirts are, asks him what to do and what he wants to take a look at. this is a direct antithesis of Night in episode 1 asking where Day was going to wait for him, where he could leave him so he could get his shit done. Day isn't being asked to wait, to just sit idle while life passes him by, he's being asked what he wants to do, where he wants to go, what he wants to see. FUUUUUCK. and knowing Mhok is doing this because Day expressed that he liked dressing nicely? how the fuck am i supposed to just go to my job like a normal person after this episode.

wow the shirt buttoning scene just made me so mentally ill. right now, Mhok is doing his job. he's helping Day get dressed. but someday? someday this could be Mhok dressing Day not because he needs him to help but simply because Mhok likes doing to for Day. there's the sensuality of caring for your partner, of running your hands over the planes of their shoulders, of skimming your fingers down their chest to pluck every button. it's an exploration and a declaration of love. if we get this again in a future scene and it's something like that please remember me fondly because i will perish.

at the bookstore Mhok recognizing Day doesn't want to wait, but Day has become so accustomed to the other people in his life telling him what to do that he falls back into that behavior - but Mhok doesn't let him. he prioritizes Day's needs and desires, even if it's something as little as finding a book, without being asked.

THE LAST PAGE IS MISSING.

(because one can't see his future and the other can't see in the future, but also because they'll make their own ending, they'll face that when they get there, but they'll do it together -- what if i lost my shit completely of it?)

when Mhok leaves Day to get him a drink the camera is focused on Day and the clear warring emotions on his face but if you look in the background Mhok hesitates, he stops and turns a few times to look at day. he's reluctant to leave him and worried. Mhok worries so much but it's always so understated or in the background, covered by the emotions of others he values above himself. (or overlooked because of 'what type of person he is')

while its anxiety inducing i do enjoy this regression of behavior because adapting to a new life is hard. you will regress, you will stumble, you will fall into old habits or sometimes old fears will return. its what you do after that that is important. the one thing i hope doesn't happen is i hope this doesn't cause a rift with Porjai. i think Mhok needs her right now, maybe not forever, but definitely right now.

HE PUT ON THE FUCKING SHIRT. THE FUCKING SHIRT DAY COULD SEE FROM MARS. OH MY GOD. i know this doesn't need to be commented on, i know it's obvious, but FUUUUCK.

Day's mom trying to weaponize Mhok's past and Mhok taking the ammunition from her hands and telling Day himself. the acceptance of the past and the determination to move on and grow from it. Day's refusal to let the past repeat itself with a new caretaker. whoo boy.

and again Day wants to see Mhok, because even bruised and battered Mhok is worth seeing.

if the last episode ends with "sweet dreams/good night" i will be burying myself alive, thanks.

THE PINK SHIRT RUINING HIS BAD BOY IMAGE BECAUSE IT IS BEING RUINED. HE'S MOVING ON, HE'S GROWING, HE'S BECOMING A NEW PERSON. FUCK OFF.

i'm so so sorry this was so long, every episode makes me feel more and more things and makes me analyze shit more and more.

tagging @benkaaoi and @callipigio as requested (if you want to be added to my last twilight meta tag list just let me know!)

[crazylittlejester]

I just realized after going through your Fics on A03 that I've read nearly all of your zelda stuff several times over and read at least 10 of them brand new just today! (I think I'm missing like...12 of them? I'll fix that soon!) just wondering though because most people seem to take a long time to read things before posting yet you post impressively fast! (especially for the scarf lad Wars!) do you also read at slightly over 340wpm? I read that fast and actually recently cleared a 107,250word fic in 2.5 hours!

i actually read slow as fuck when I’m genuinely trying to read and comprehend something, it takes me a long while to read cos i’m dyslexic alskdkdk. Like if I actually wanna understand the sentence and read every individual word in it and not just skim through and call it a day? i ain’t fast and it takes a LOT of effort, which is evil and cruel because i love reading so much, like i love the absorbing knowledge part and i love the stories, but the actual looking at the words part is so hard for me and sometimes i just don’t have the energy to really focus on it alkdkddk

and then my impatience doesn’t help AT ALL, so I end up like, skipping through sentences and reading the words out of order because my brain is like “nope, can’t read that word, not gonna bother trying, SKIP” I’ll get four or six words down the line and my brain will be like “OH FUCK THAT WAS IMPORTANT ACTUALLY- GO BACK.” and then ill end up having to force myself to reread the whole sentence tracking each word with my damn finger like im teaching a 5 yo to read but the 5 yo is me 😭

its a damn miracle my writing comes out coherent because with the exception of like, 2-3 fics, my beta reader is me, and I can’t read easily haha

[sugarrookiedesign]

A Date So Bad, I Made A Tumblr Post About It

I'm sorta just listing events from the date off but its not entirely in order, and I most certainly forgot a few details bc it was all so stressful and chaotic

Mostly posting this for myself and my friends to gawk at (hi! 💓)

We met on the hellsite grindr. They're conventionally attractive, a bit odd and confusing through text, but were nice and seemed chill overall. We exchanged socials prior to meeting up and they had no local friends or much online community at all despite living in the area their whole life but I chalked it up to being newly trans.

These were the red flags I shouldn't have ignored, if you're keeping track lmao

I agreed to come to their place and my boyfriend dropped me off

First off I aint judging, but their house was completely empty besides their room even tho they claimed to have roommates and werent moving/recently moved?? unrelated but justa odd vibe and potential red flag lol

They were so erratic from the moment I met them they just kept talking n talking, and were clearly not all there bc I couldn't understand alot of what they were sayin. It made conversation so hard.

We sat on the floor of their bedroom and smoked wii'd

They got very emotional about everything and would like jump up and like grab n shake me by the shoulders to emphasize the shit they were babbling 😭

Throughout the date they gave lil signs that they were a volatile person like they explained how they have had frequent fall outs w friends and family, their exs have called the cops on them on numerous occasions(explained in bits n pieces throughout the date during their semi-coherent rambles), and they had spicy reactions to me, just like, saying anything.

Thoughout the date they said the R word 3 times even after i told them it upset me, both to be funny and because they were mad at someone in their head, they made fun of muslims(amongst many others), told me "i dont go too far left, my political opinions will get me in trouble" and didnt elaborate when I tried gently asking about it.

They asked if I wanted to have sex like 4 times like out of nowhere in different ways and I had to say "Ive told you no 4 times, absolutely not, please stop" and kept pushing questions about my kinks. They also really hammered on how confusing polyamory was and made it clear that they thought it was dumb and funny that I have an asexual partnership w my fiance even though I explained it all to them prior ro meeting. :')

Like 6 times throughout our 4 hour date they made themselves so mad from talking(basically to themselves) about their traumas that they were like yelling at themselves while staring at the ground??

Surprisingly the thing that made me text my boyfriend to pick me up ASAP was they asked me to buy them food like over and over and made me explain why I didn't want to do that it was so creepy and weird and upsetting, ik it sounds dumb but just the way they were saying shit n pushing it really triggered my anxiety 😭

(obviously manipulative voice that i notice immediately): "aw you know I could really go for some icecream but ive been broke recently and i have no food in my fridge"

me, knowing whats coming, already so sick of them: "Ah I feel you I love icecream, and I've been nearly broke recently too"

"..please buy me icecream?"

"uh no im sorry not today"

"please?"

"uuuuh, what? I dont really feel like it i already bought us snacks and i dont have alot of money"

"you said *nearly broke*. Can you please?"

"no"

"why not you have money"

and just kept going and was like asking how much I had in my bank account 😭

i try to ignore my phone when im w people to be respectful so the first time i texted my bf was to get rescued right after they begged me for food money and they just stared at me silently for like 15 seconds while I was texting before angrily saying "Oh so do you talk shit to your boyfriend when your grindr dates aren't going well? Is that it?"

for my safety I had to pretend like I was willing to go on a second date but I blocked her everywhere except grindr before I was even out of her driveway 😭😭

its hard to fully explain how fucking weird and bad this date was

One last small thing lmaooo when she put a youtube video on for us to watch she just straight up unblinkingly stared directly at my face to gauge my reactions to it FOR THE ENTIRE VIDEO I STG IF THAT ISNT SERIAL KILLER VIBES DUDE

Im tired, I just wanted headpats but I put myself in danger instead uuuugghhh

Part of it was absurd and almost-funny, I couldn't believe what was happening at times, but it was also mostly just super stressful. Lots of thoughts n anxiety swirling through my silly kitty brain 😖

Im not judging them for being clearly mentally unwell and I really hope they heal and get help for the stuff they're going through.. but also they were an objectively bad person who I need as far away from me as possible!

[dreamersinthedaylightinspo]

I'm apparently not FUCKIN capable of writing this chapter coherently because I need to focus myself down a bit actually - though I did have some success today! So here is another snippet Im hoping maybe to rework for the chapter. I love writing from Tamlin's perspective... Prince of Self Hatred, drunk on self-sabotage.

Tamlin's lips pulled back from his teeth, hackles raised, the sharp tips of his claws gleaming.

Rosheen inclined her head. "It is good to see you, my lord."

"Why are you here?" Tamlin growled.

She looked the same as she always had, in all the time that Tamlin had known her. Pensive, thoughtful, her dark eyes sharp and her hands folded neatly behind her back. When his father's loyalists had deserted him, he had found his pool of military officer candidates meager and thin. His first instinct was to make Andras or Bronn his captain, but instead, he chose Rosheen, a stranger, out of fear he'd be accused of favoritism if he gave a lofty position to one of his old friends.

And Rosheen had served him, faithfully, perfectly, for nearly three centuries. Her counsel was invaluable, and her guidance had made his sentries into the finest fighting force that Prythian had ever seen.

The last time he'd seen her was the last time he'd seen Feyre, before everything went to shit.

He had known, immediately what it was. There was no one but another High Lord who could have broke the wards that he himself had wrought. The manor had reeked of Night magic - and yet, he had already been on edge, replaying the last argument in his mind for hours. He had been riding hard, and long, and the standoff with Hybern was tense, blood spilt, and the king was offering to parlay with them, and it didn't matter what else. When he saw the broken wards and realized that Feyre was gone again, he simply exploded.

When it was over, two sentries lay dead in the hall, ripped to shreds from the wind, scorched by wild lightning. The sight of their mangled corpses made Tamlin so furious that he felt sick to his stomach, molten with it. His mouth filled with blood where his fangs tore his lips, his cheeks. His clothes strained to hold back his beastly form.

And so he'd called Rosheen to his office, and he'd roared until his throat hurt. He told her that it was her fault that the soldiers she trained were dead, that she was pathetic and useless and it was her fault that this had happened, and unless she wanted to become the next corpse, she'd leave and never darken his doorstep again.

Rosheen had only bowed her head, and told him -

"I have failed you, my lord. I must do what I must to make it right."

The audacity of her was stunning. As if she needed to apologize to him! As if she had done wrong.

Tamlin whirled on Eunomia and snarled, "Make her leave."

"Easy," said the general, low with warning. Bronn stepped in front of his sister, guarding her, and Lucien eyed Eunomia like he was ready to do the same as well.

"I really must protest, my lord," said Eunomia, only a mild alarm in her voice. "Captain Darrach is simply vital to our defensive strategy!"

No. It couldn't be. There had to be someone else, someone who hadn't born witness to one of his most heinous offenses. Not Rosheen, whom he had disrespected more thoroughly than anyone, with the possible exception of Lucien himself.

"She won't listen to me," Tamlin snapped. "You make her leave!"

Eunomia stared at him, and then, seemed to raise herself up just a bit.

"As your counsel in this matter, I refuse."

"You'd disobey a High Lord's command?"

"If I believe it to be an unwise decision which may sabotage the pursuit of justice, which is my sacred duty, then yes, my lord."

Well, Tamlin supposed he could at least respect that - her determination to stick it to the Night Court. They had that in common. And there was reason, logic in her words. Perhaps, for that, he could try to face Rosheen again.

[mothgodofchaos]

Hoodie

I needed to write a man being an absolute simp, and this idea came to mind.

Jackieboy Man x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 1042

Today was particularly chilly, and with your clothes in the wash, you decided to borrow one of Jackie’s hoodies. Surely he won’t mind, it’s just for a few hours until yours comes out of the dryer. Plus, he’s out and about getting groceries for the house. Depending on how long he takes, he may not even notice. What you weren’t expecting was for him to come home early and catch you wearing it while making yourself lunch.

“Is… t’at my hoodie?”

“...maybe. Maybe not. You’re not getting it back.”

Jackie just looks at you with bewilderment as his cheeks grow more and more red, dismissing the quirk of your eyebrow with a wave and duck out of the room. You shrug, going back to cooking. Since you’re not too deep into the cooking process, you decide to make some for him too, perhaps as payment for borrowing his hoodie. Not like he doesn’t have others, he’s wearing one right now. You’re a bit confused at his reaction, but decide not to think about it too hard since food is on your mind. 

He comes back out into the kitchen after stocking up the pantry, folding up the grocery bags and stashing them away in the cupboard. A child safety lock clicks as you finish plating up your food, confusing you again.

“Is there a particular reason why we have one child safety lock on an upper cupboard in a house full of adults?”

“Oh, when Marv takes catnip, he tends t’ wander a bit. Last time he got int’ t’e cupboard an’ got lost inside a paper sack. Anti found ‘im, but was laughing too hard t’ actually help him out of t’e bag. Took like t’ree attempts t’ text Chase coherently enough t’ come help ‘im, as he recorded a very grumpy Marvin being ferreted out o’ a bag.”

“Oh my gods.”

“I don’t know if Anti still has t’e video or if Marv hexed it off his phone, but if ye want t’ see it, I know he’d show ye.”

“I’ll ask him later. Oh, by the way, made you something.”

You slide the plate across the counter, and he looks repeatedly between you and the plate of food in front of him.

“Did I do somet’in’? Did one o’ t’e boys put ye up t’ t’is? Anti, it was Anti, wasn’t it.”

“I- what are you talking about? Am I suddenly conspiring against you because I made you a sandwich!? No, Anti didn’t “put me up to this”, whatever the fuck that means.”

Jackie squints at you, taking the sandwich but peering between the slices of bread before picking it up and eating it.

“I come home and yer in my hoodie, refusing t’ give it back despite t’e fact I didn’t ask for it, an’ now yer making me food?”

“Uh, yeah?”

You stare at him dumbly, and his face turns red again, hiding behind his sandwich.

“So why my hoodie, why not one o’ Chase’s or one o’ Marv’s cloaks?”

“I like hoodies, and yours are a bit bigger. Plus, I know you keep warmer ones around, and mine are in the dryer.”

“And t’e sandwich?”

“I thought I’d make you something while I was making my own food as repayment for borrowing your hoodie.”

“Ye didn’t need t’ do t’at. I wasn’t like, mad or anyt’in’. Just not expectin’ it.”

His voice quiets, and you realize he’s getting rather shy, rubbing the back of his neck. He’s rather cute like this, his blush hiding his freckles that normally cover his nose and cheeks. His icy blue eyes almost sparkle in the sun coming in through the kitchen window, and it takes him a moment to realize he’s staring. 

“Well, uh, ye can keep t’e hoodie, fer now. As long as ye need, really.”

“I mean, I was really only planning on wearing it until my laundry was done. I can give it back in like a couple hours.”

“Well- how do I say t’is- fuck- just stay here for a fuckin’ second.”

Jackie rushes out of the kitchen and you’re left just puzzled, starting up the coffee maker to make another pot after Henrik failed to make a refill. Jackie returns with a basket, filled with spooky decorations and Halloween themed items.

“T’ey’re called “boo baskets”, and ye usually make t’em for like, people yer dating. I was gonna wait closer t’ Halloween but ye look adorable in my hoodie an’- fuck I’m bein’ awkward- would ye, go out wit’ me…?”

He pulls a single black rose out of the bag, holding it out to you. Your eyes scan the bag, snacks you like, blanket, candles, spooky slippers, all things for a cozy spooky night in. Jackie looks nervous, almost bracing himself for the chance of getting rejected.

“I’d love to, Jackie. Why don’t I make dinner tonight, we put on a spooky movie in my room, and break into the basket you made for me? The boys won’t bother us in there.”

His face lights up as you accept the rose, almost animated with how big his smile is. He picks you up around your waist, spinning you around in the kitchen as the two of you laugh.

“T’e boys have known o’ my crush fer a few months, t’at’s why I t’ought one o’ t’em put ye up t’ t’is…”

“Jackie… months!?”

“It’s not like I didn’t try! Yer, a little dumb. But I like t’at about ye.”

You flick his nose, and he playfully tries to bite your fingers.

“I am not that dumb!”

“...how about I tell ye about my previous attempts over a bowl o’ popcorn an’ some o’ t’ose weirdass sugar cookies?”

“Deal.”

He laughs as he puts you down, fixing the hood over your head. It’s hard not to admire how big it is on you, especially with how smitten he is right now.

“I could kiss ye right now, ye look fuckin’ adorable.”

“You could, but…”

You sprint around the corner, catching him off guard.

“Gotta catch me first, hero boy!”

Jackie stands there, looking to where you ran off to with a loving sigh, before chasing after you with a light jog.

“Ye better watch out t’en!”

[voidwritesstuff]

Rainy days And Family Dinners

Cw: none.

Summary: lazaro and desmond spend some time together before Desmond needs to go to work.

->reblogs appreciated.

Lazaro grumbled as he felt the weight under him shift. He nuzzles the crook of his lovers  neck and asks.

--Whats the rush?-- his brain stings a little as he talks,speaking in a second language as soon as he wakes up was not something his Brain liked.

--i have a few appointments with patients in an hour,I need to get ready-- Desmonds replies, trying to Gently push off his boyfriend. And failing miserably mind you,lazaro was huge in both height and weight.

Laz clicks his tongue, not insisting on him to stay. So,he does his best to sit up, Yawning and stretching his sore muscles out, his bones pop audibly. --Lord jesus christ--he mutters.

--It was a good nap though-- Desmond says,trying to cheer up the mood while he stands up and walks up to his desk as pale light comes from the half drawn blinds. It was a cloudy day,perfect to stay in bed.

--Yeah it was-- laz's voice is still deep and gravelly, but his lover can tell hes having a hard time putting together coherent phrases in english.

--We can switch languages-- the therapist's spanish was god awful pronounciation wise- but he didnt want to put his boyfriend through the mental stress of speaking another language as soon as he wakes up.

He sees his lover nodds and instantly the younger Man's posture changes, he seems more relaxed already-- bien, perfecto -- (great,perfect) says lazaro, standing up-- voy a hacernos te,ya vuelvo (im going to make US some tea,be right back).

Desmond absolutely loved the accent his boyfriend had when speaking their mother tongue. His voice gets just a little deeper and more cheery,his Y and double LL sound like SHs And he adores the mild singing which accompanies the ennunciation of the words.

In his little daydream over lazaros accent,he doesnt notice his boyfriend left. The Man sighs a little flustered and goes to get his paperwork and recorded ready while he waits.

When his boyfriend comes back a few minutes later, he notices two things about him. One, hes holding two cups and two his hair is down and falling well past his shoulders.

--That bun was killing me-- Laz explains setting the cups down and pushing back his long hair so it doesnt get in his face. Wild strands of chocolate hair and cobalt blue thread and entwine together in the mess that is his hair,well kept as it is.

Desmond flat out short circuits,much like his sister, Laz doesnt wear his hair down much. But when he does,its a treat.

--What?-- He asks a little confused.

--Nothing,its just- your hair. I dont see you with your hair down a lot-- the other Man explains, a contempt smile on his lips-- y-you look good

The younger Man smiles wide, a little flustered-- ah thanks.-- then,he clears his throat and goes behind the desk to join his lover in a big ol' hug. The kind that are bone crushing and extremely loving.

Desmond sets his head on his boyfriends chest, sighing in comfort-- hey,dont overwork today alright?

--Ill...try-- he promised,clinging on to his shirt just a little more, as if he doesnt want him to leave. Hes going to miss him dearly.

--good,i love you and I dont want you getting a stress ulcer. -- he replied,pushing Him back a little-- cmon,the tea'll run cold

Lazaro does eventually get ready to leave some 20 minutes after. At the moment hes slinging on his leather jacket and grabbing his bag-- Ill go home,visit my sister and help my parents, come By for dinner?

Desmond nodds,a little flustered because his lovers family was very accepting and very welcoming. The Castro family was warm and playful,somethint Desmond was still getting used to.

--Sure. Will do-- he replied,watching Him Grab his backpack and walk up to him to give him a quick goodbye kiss.

--Love you-- mutters laz, happiness in his eyes.

--Love you too -- replied desmond, to then look at him leave his Office. It felt like lazaro left with des' heart in his hands,he misses him already.

But alas,he does got work to do. So he finishes getting ready and waits for his patients to come by.

At the end of the afternoon,he closes up shop and gets ready to go to his inlaws,mentally preparing himself for the overwhelming love and acceptance this New family of his brings.

[quodekash]

its friday night/saturday morning, you know the drill

im sorry 

pls gimme more threezo today

i love him and his fluffy curly hair so so so much

MY BOYS

pls tell me what happened to zo 

HIM AND HIS WORRIED BOYFRIEND FACE GHRBGHJR

he just wants him to be okay 🥺😭

HE SAID IT 

im crying

why do these two have to make me FEEL things? 

somehow in my head i read “hes mad as a hatter” in the voice of a little british lad and its very amusing to me and now you know

specifically a little british lad from an old movie where the audio is all crackly and too loud 

LOOK AT THE MAN’S HAIR

no i will not shut up about his hair 

bro you are not subtle

bro you are not subtle 

MY BOY

i know i just watched 1000stars like three days ago, but it always makes me so happy whenever his incredibly but beautifully thick eyebrows appear on my screen. 

im just realising how weird that sound 

i meant his eyebrows along with the rest of his face 

the existence of drake sattabut laedeke makes me happy 

thats what i was trying to say 

ooo yes i was hoping for more detail on jack’s depression. he really intrigues me as a character 

me every day

hell yeah, consent is key, folks 

the mattress is on an angle 

thats really bugging me 

can someone fix that please 

surely thats some kind of safety hazard 

why doesnt the mattress fit the bed frame 

why isnt there some way to keep the mattress in place 

what if youre a restless sleeper and you toss and turn and you fall off the bed and you knock your head on it? 

if you knock it hard enough you could get a concussion 

concussions arent good 

they can lead to a lot of bad consequences 

people should think more about concussions and concussion consequences when they design beds 

concussion consequences is fun to say 

concussion consequences concussion consequences concussion consequences, say it 5 times fast 

oh yeah that’s right, theyre kissing 

i got distracted by the mattress 

the group is together!! :DD 

i love their group dynamics 

but most importantly

THREEZO

i am no longer enjoying the group dynamics

why do they have to fightttt

(i lied, im still enjoying the group dynamics. in fights, people are hurtful but truthful, so fights give a huge insight into the characters which is wonderful for analysis and picking the character apart) 

this is the second episode in a row that three has lost his temper on the others a little bit and left the room at the end and zo has said ‘ill check on him’ and followed after him 

anyway i love zo for it 

he is good boyfriend

he is good friend

he is... hungry i think

^D^

i freaking love this man

bro their relationship is so freaking healthy 

zo asks for permission to enter the room

he ignores the response, but only to keep him company. and i suspect that he knows him really well and knows that three should have someone with him, just to be there with him and help him relax 

and he tries to bring three’s attention from the thoughts swirling around his mind and onto his physical presence, and three gets a little angry 

but he communicates with zo, he tells him that he will answer questions, just not at that moment. he’s telling him that he’s willing to talk and communicate, but he needs time to understand so that he can explain his thoughts and feelings coherently. and he doesnt push zo away, either physically or verbally, so he tells him without words that he appreciates his presence, and he’s glad to have him there. he just cant really verbally communicate what’s going on right now, and that’s okay! 

and then zo speaks to him. he gives him words of comfort, affirmation, support. he also provides the perspective of the others, a snippet of an insight into life outside of his own mind. “we all really did our best.” 

“just because we lost once doesnt mean we will lose forever” ITS SO COMFORTING AND PERFECT how does he always seem to know the right thing to say 

PLEASE THEYRE TOO CUTE 

...

you know what im thinking 

the msp brainrot is too strong 

YIM SE YIM SE YIM SE 

NGOW NGOW

anyway 

VRJHDF HE SAID IT AGAINNNNN

i couldve gone more in depth about why theyre perfect but it’s 1am and im tired so i wont 

“your hug can actually kill me. but im willing to die in your arms, zo” YOURE KIDDING. IT’S TOO CUTE. THEYRE TOO CUTE. THEYRE DESTROYING ME. AAAAAAAAAA VJRENJKR

I KNEW SHE KNEW 

SOMEONE HAD TO KNOW AND THAT SOMEONE HAD TO BE AOI 

reminding me of tinn’s little head scratch and “what just happened” in episode 4 after he accidentally made sound join the music club via hatred of him 

oh hell yes, obligatory beach episode next week 

the obligatory beach episode almost always ends up as my favourite episode 

OMG THREEZO AT THE BEACH 

I CANT WAIT 

FINAL THOUGHTS: 

im really glad cher and gun have finally figured out their relationship 

i need to go to sleep 

threezo are the greatest 

[lesbiansanemi]

hi!! i spent essentially all day reading your akaza/kyojuro fics today and oh my god. there’s some half coherent comments left on some of those written at 7am dkshd. but then i also saw that you have a tumblr, and i just wanted to say: your writing is amazing!!! i’m a huge fan! i love a story where you can see both the characters from the original source, AND the author’s own characters under. like, your characterization is so on point that when you take it and explore it in some wild direction (never thought i’d want shinobu to be LESS girlboss) it’s amazing! not just the characters, too, but the world, the story, the expressions, the emotion. you also are so funny! like, in the fic itself, but also some of the authors notes at the end had me cracking up so hard. you just…manage to really fit so much emotion in your stories, and i’ve truly connected and been been very inspired by your writing. you are an amazing storyteller, truly. and im just fascinated by your brain, honestly; the smutty fics, the blood drinking fics, the kinks, the angst, the gore, the comedy, the fluff, the romance, the profound queerness of it all. i was obsessed w all of it, it was so beautiful. think i’ve felt the entire range of human emotions today, which, to me, is a testament to your sheer talent. i’m definitely a huge fan now! i can’t wait to see what else you’ll come up with in the future! <3

laskdjflds So, I opened up this ask while I was at work today, (actually I was just checking notifications when I saw it and started reading it) and then like three of my coworkers came over and were like "omg Kaz is smiling, what are you smiling about? You never smile" (untrue, I think I smile a fair amount haha) and then continued to tease me over it the rest of my shift

Lmao, the point is, this made my day, I kept opening it up and reading it and it made me feel so light and giddy. I'm just getting in from work and settling down with dinner and it's still making me smile

Thank you so, so, so much! I'm so glad my stories could bring you any amount of entertainment at all, let alone inspire a whole myriad of emotional responses! To be completely honest, I've hit a point where I'm not super confident in the things I write, and these types of messages help remind me that not only is it something I'm good at, but others enjoy it as well :D It means a lot! Storytelling means so much to me, both my own and the media I interact with, so to know my personal connections with it are touching others means the world!

(Also my humor is honestly the aspect of my writing I'm actually the least confident in, so I'm especially in awe and pleased that you enjoyed that so much)

So glad you enjoyed the fluff and gore and romance and angst and all the niche kinks and smut too haha. Am down to let others examine my brain at any time, have fun with it alkdjfla

Thank you so so much for all the kind words, and I hope you enjoy any upcoming projects! :D

[crystaiskiess]

Okay, first, I had planned to post something today in honor of s3 (!!!) (another one of those scene + show edits) but didn’t have the time, but I’m going to make one like this week (maybe end up using scenes from this chapter because aaaa).  Second, I have so many thoughts about this chapter that I’m going to leave a comment on it on ao3.  So, here are my aaaaa thoughts and my ao3 comment will probably actually sound coherent lol.

The relationships!!!  I love how you write relationships in their complexities.  Morgana and Arthur’s relationship being a focus in this really fits, especially the difference in the beginning versus the end.

All he could feel was her absence. They were like two pieces of cotton woven to make a string, his life does not exist if not alongside hers. Even when they were not directly interacting he would see her at every moment throughout the day. Now, her empty seat at dinner seems to dominate the space, consuming his attention, memories of her in the halls and his chambers haunt him like a ghost. The one time he dared to go to her chambers the emptiness felt like an aching wound. Morgana entered his life when he was five years old, he doesn’t know a time when she wasn’t in the castle with him. She has always been a sister to him, and he misses her like a limb.

That being in the first four paragraphs, god my heart was being torn out of my chest already.  I knew the chapter would hurt, but I hadn’t been expecting it to hurt that fast.  I sat down, finally able to read after running errands, and was immediately kicked in the chest at full force.  Then we have Morgana’s perspective later, and once again, kicked in the chest.

Morgana looks up from the cauldron with a start. “Not Arthur.”

That one line had me have to stop for a second because I love the dynamic.  They love each other so very dearly that they see each other as siblings without even knowing they’re siblings.  Often times, we don’t get to see that explored in fics because it’s kind of hard to know in canon.  Or at least my opinion because we don’t understand if Morgana has entirely changed or there’s still some “good” (for a lack of a better word) left in her.

I will say that Gwen’s pov of Morgana actually made me want to sob.  Honestly, your writing just makes me feel all the emotions of the characters, so it’s not surprising that they’re in some distress that I’m in distress.  As I’ve said before, you have such a strength in emotion writing.  If you have any tips, please share because I’m always blown away every time I read OAFK (which has been several times). 

Where Gwen had once kept careful distance, Morgana pulled her in with both hands into her open arms. They grew beyond the role of maid and mistress, developing a true friendship that Gwen cherishes more than most other things in her life.

I’m trying to not like quote it too much, because it makes these get so long but it’s these two sentences that just started off their established relationship and getting ready to see what it is now.  Also, the knowledge of how Morgana feels/felt for Gwen doesn’t make it hurt but does at the same time.  I’m pretty sure it’s chapter nine where we’re introduced to Morgana’s love for Gwen, but it’s chapter thirteen where she thinks that Gwen knows she loves her (or maybe I misinterpreted that).  They both love each other so deeply, regardless of if in different ways, and seeing that fall apart a little just hurts.  It hurts Gwen, so it hurts me.

I have many thoughts and feelings about Morgana and Merlin, but that will make this probably 2k+ words long, and I’ll just do it in a comment on the chapter!  Also, do not feel bad about changing the update schedule!!!  You take the time you need to update!  There’s nearly 300k words currently, we can just reread it a million times.  It’s fun because you get to see more and more details every time!

HELLO !! im so sorry it took me so long to get to this, i read it immediately but it made me so happy i truly didn't know how to respond (also genuinely squealed over your ao3 comment too, you dont know how much it means to read analysis about my work i love it so much thank you)

morgana and arthur's dynamic is truly one of the most important things to me so im so glad you enjoyed this chapter and how i addressed them, i feel like the idea of her turning truly on arthur seems impossible to me when he technically had done nothing to her yet to make her feel betrayed, so it was important to me to show how much they love each other (this may come to hurt teehee)

and yes gwen and morgana !!!! the tragedy of what happens to them shouldnt be overlooked and there's absolutely more of that to come so look forward to that 👀

and thank you for your kind words about the update schedule !! it means a lot, it wasn't my ideal situation but id much rather continue posting regularly and just more spaced apart than have to hiatus so its the way it has to be !!

seriously thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kind comments and all your thoughts i keep coming back to them it just makes me so happy !! and thank you again for reading !!

[grgwshngturnt]

played today for about 8 hours - my most coherent thought: WE'RE SO FUCKING BACK

im legit having so much fun my every waking thought is consumed by this game which is unfortunately as due to The Circumstances i cannot SPEND every waking moment playing this game. i am in agony but we stay silly.

(there will be spoilers for the start of the game up until post darvin recruitment below)

i love my rook - sometimes i wish they could be a bit more of a shit but im viewing it as the chaotic good au of my very chaotic neutral oc i decided to make my first rook. i think this will stand out less on a further playthrough where im playing a rook that i made for veilguard instead of an existing character who is best known for being an absolute wanker. this is also what i have stand and de riva (working title) for, as the antivan crows need to understand what a little shit they recruited. i also did tear up a little bit when they could literally say they were trans like. in as many words. that was so huge. theyre also GOREGEOUS i struggled a bit with cc at first and made what is canonically a 6'3 man tiny and had to go back after the start and totally remake them in the mirror but i actually like them better the second time lmaoooo a wins a win

game is fucking beautiful absolutely 10/10 every single environment is gorgeous and so are all the companions. feys hair is so bouncy when they run i am transfixed by it. d'meta's crossing was fucking hideous in a very good way and everything is so stunning. my pc is doing its level best and while we did crash once it seems to be running smoothly otherwise (apparently an ogre and rain physics is too much but the DRAGON runs fine. go figure)

the sound i made when dorian rocked up was not one from a rational human. that's my HUSBAND RIGHT THERE and hes GOREGEOUS. anyone saying he looks ugly is such a fucking coward thats the most fuckable late 30s man in thedas. i adore his stupid facial hair its so Him. i also gave my inquisitor a stupid mullet i like to think they are at an impasse where dorian will shave only when mahanon gets a reasonable haircut. theyre so husbands yall.

SPEAKING OF MAHANON i almost cried in the cc yall. getting to make him again and seeing him older and maybe-not-wiser and hearing the inquisition music in the bg.... wish we got a few more choice about him but ill live with it as it isnt his story anymore. im nervous for him to show up but im probably going to scream and cry about it in equal measure. anyway hes hot even with his stupid mullet. im so delighted we get to see him againta

literally in love with all the companions - fey is my planned lucanis romance bc im LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH HIM and have been since pregame and that has not changed but im SO excited to see everyone elses romances on my subsequent playthroughs - bellara is exactly what i wanted for my shadow dragon rook and she was their planned romance. also very excited for harding and the weirdo that is the mourn watches very own crypt baby cessair and for neve and her thembo boyfriend mordred the veiljumper but im also not sure if i can ever abandon treviso :((((( like i agree with lucanis there even without the romance minrathous HAS A WHOLEASS FLOATING SECURITY SYSTEM and youre telling me that did jackshit??? so we'll see how the neve romance goes lmao

ill probably post some screenshots of my rook tomorrow thats my favourite little fuck <3 im having so much fun and i dont even have all the companions yet i cannot wait to see how this all plays out and then do it over and over and over again