#Just incoherent… ness

[saekkas]

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄

summary: in which you need to wrestle your boyfriend, michael kaiser, out of his bed to fulfil a promise- re dye his hair.

notes: it's meant to be a continuation of this fic but you can read it as a standalone too! 2.1k words for my favorite german pomeranian <3

germany is beautiful. in all seasons and weather, even with rain and snow pelting down the windows. the bread and sausages make amazing breakfast items, the beer is pleasantly warm, and the sight of castles and palaces all around the country make you feel like a princess. your favorite though, is when spring comes around.

spring blows away the last dregs of winter. there are puddles from melted snow all over the station, sweaters are still needed because of the chilly air, and christmas decorations still litter around town square, ready to be replaced by the eggs of easter. it's when mother nature reappears, pushing winter away for another half year.

coincidentally, it's michael kaiser's least favorite time of the year.

"you don't love me anymore, do you?" he dramatically sobs into your neck, his hands holding onto your body for dear life. "you're moving away to break up with me, aren't you?"

his duvets feel like clouds. made out of the softest material, you find it hard to haul yourself out of the room every day. his sheets are made of silk, a beautiful rose gold in hue, and his bed is enormous, framed by mahogany wood on all sides. kaiser's bedroom is heaven on earth, and you've got your personal angel lying in the middle of it all.

"you've finally found someone better, haven't you?" he asks once more, his eyes peeking from your chest. his hair is a mess, the blue streaks already fading out to match the rest of his hair, there are dark circles surrounding his eyes, and he's got patches of drool in the corner of his lips. but you don't think he's ever looked more ethereal than this.

"who is it?" there's a pout on his lips, his eyes still drowsy from sleep. you watch with a smile of your own, taking in his fluttering eyelashes, your faces close enough to count every last one. "is it a guy from china that you met in hawaii? is he prettier than me? richer? is that why you're leaving me for him?"

"what are you even talking about, silly?" even when you roll your eyes, the smile stays, and you look at him with every bit of fondness in your body. "you're the only pretty boy for me. you know that."

his lips stretch out into a dopey smile, an uncontained giggle spilling from his lips. there's a certain giddiness in his motions, as if he couldn't contain his feelings inside his body. you watch with amusement as he kicks his feet, accidentally pushing pillows out of the bed.

"mhm. i know. just wanted to hear you say it," he hums, going back to nuzzling your tummy. he mumbles incoherently against your shirt before yanking the fabric up, burrowing his face onto your bare skin. "love you, pretty."

"were you out drinking last night?" you shake your head, squealing when he blows against your bare skin. "i thought i could trust ness to keep you out of trouble."

"i wasn't drinking." he's back to his whiny state, both of his hands tightening on your waist. there's a glare this time, his lips twisting back into a pout. "you shouldn't trust ness. trust me instead."

sunlight bleeds into the room, soft and serene as they bypass the curtains. a ray bounces off the mirror on kaiser's vanity, one he specifically added just for you, and makes its way to his face, bathing him in a dreamy glow. the reflection of light turns his eye into an icy blue, stealing your breath. he looks divine.

you take him in, as much as he does you. there's a muted sound from traffic, and the chatter of birds but in the moment, nothing else matters except you and him. his frown deepens after a moment of silence and you chuckle, relenting as you thread your hands into his hair.

"love you too, baby."

if there's anything you've learned from dating him through years, it's that your boyfriend absolutely loathes it when you fail to respond to his declarations of love. another thing, is that he becomes clingier and far more possessive when spring comes, dreading every moment he has to be away from you for matches.

it's seen in the way he's holding your body tighter, preventing you from moving an inch off the bed. he's pouty, lips twisted downward because it's the last day he has you to himself before he's called back to the field. it's on days like this that you smother him until he can't shake away the ghost of your lips around his body, even in the middle of a match.

"gonna let me move anytime soon?" the hand on his head moves to glide down his neck, stroking the sensitive skin around the back of his ear. you watch as he moans, his eyes snapping shut at the touch. "mein kaiser?"

"wenn du so weitermachst." his voice is low, his heart beating faster as he moves from his previous position to hover above you with half lidded eyes. "du wirst dich überhaupt nicht bewegen können, liebling."

translation: if you continue to be like this, you won't be able to move at all, darling.

you suppose there's a reason he's down on earth rather than above. michael kaiser may have the looks of an angel but he acts like the devil.

he's looking down at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes, as if ready to eat you alive. you gulp, eyes roaming down the expanse of his chest before they land on the necklace dangling by his neck. the ring it holds is 24 carats, gold, with roman numerals of your anniversary date engraved on the inside. it matches with the diamond encrusted promise ring on your finger, gleaming in the shade of his eyes.

you tug the necklace, pulling him until you're nose-to-nose. you shiver at the way his eyes darken even more, his lips quirking into a smirk. "who knew you were so naughty, liebling," he hums, pushing your knees apart to slot himself between your legs. "who taught you, hm?"

"you did," you say before lifting the ring to your lips, kissing it with a small smile. he shudders at the intimacy of the action. "you also taught me not to break my promises, right?"

kaiser raises an eyebrow at the direction you're taking this. he's got you on the bed, flushed, under him. to him, the only promise worth thinking about right now is the promise of intimacy and pleasure.

"i promised to dye your hair, remember?" you lean forward, this time pressing a kiss onto your beloved. "you can do whatever you want to me after we're done."

he groans, letting himself drop on your body. he giggles when you groan at his weight, his face flushing at your words. "whatever i want. that's a promise too, right?" the whisper of his voice against your ear is delightful, and you nod where you're pressed against his shoulder. "i hope you intend to keep that one too, liebling~"

he waits for a moment, savoring your warmth until you start to squirm. laughing, he hovers over you once more to press a kiss on your forehead before scooting over to make room for you to move. "gonna let me use your mask?" he grins widely when you nod, rushing over to the bathroom.

but not before stripping off his night tee and chucking it straight at your head, laughing like a mad man when you throw his beloved stuffed panda at his back in retaliation.

your boyfriend has always been restless. he's never shown much patience, and you should've known that re-dyeing his hair was going to be a hassle. "hold still, mikka." your tone is scolding but not stern, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration to make sure the dye doesn't spill. "i need to make sure you look pretty."

he stops squirming at the nickname, a mischievous smile spreading on his lips as he places a hand on your hip. "you should call me mikka more often, it's cute." he looks up from his position, seated on a chair and facing your front, and wiggles his eyebrows at you. "not only when you want something."

"yeah?" you hum, distracted by the strands of his hair in your hand. you grasp at it with gloves, sectioning to thinner pieces before using a brush to smear the color in. it comes out decently and you grin in satisfaction before moving onto another strand. "glad you like it. it suits you."

kaiser stays unmoving, not even answering back like he's supposed to. concerned with the sudden silence, you look down only to be greeted by a blinding his smile. you quirk an eyebrow, smiling at him in question. "what?"

"you're so cute." he tries to shake his head, stopping when you send him a glare. the hand on your hip squeezes at the fat in affection, his eyes shining even against the brightly lit bathroom. "ich liebe dich, liebling."

"very romantic of you," you say with a roll of your eyes. you store away the bowl of blue hair dye in your hand, leaning down to press a kiss. you feel him hum against your lips, his smile widening from the kiss as he pulls you closer. "i love you too, mikka. even when you won't sit still."

"are you done yet?" he asks with wide eyes, the sight of his puppy eyes looking at you from below sending butterflies to your stomach. "can i look?"

"mhm. go ahead." you step back, making room for him to face the mirror. you watch over his shoulder as he examines his newly re dyed hair, the blue strands at the bottom a contrast to his pale blond. you were getting used to the full head of blond, getting used to having mikka all to yourself. now you've got to share him with the world again as michael kaiser makes his comeback on the field.

"you like it?"

"i love it and i love you."

"maybe we should try another color next time. like purple or pink," you say before giggling at the way his face lights up at the suggestion. you eye him in curiosity when he turns to look at you with a proud grin.

he moves quicker than you expect, grabbing your waist and setting you on the bathroom vanity. he pushes you against the mirror, planting a searing kiss on your lips. you feel him smirk against your lips as his hands move to trail down your waist, settling on your thighs.

"there. a thank you kiss for my little genius," he says, breathless from the exchange, a wicked gleam in his eyes that you're wary of. he leans his forehead against yours, pressing a kiss to your nose. "one 'i'm sorry' kiss too."

"what for-" you're about to question him but a sigh interrupts your words, one that comes from the feeling of wet hair dye trickling down your neck and clothes.

you glare as he presses another kiss in apology. "i'm sorry."

"no, you're not," you snort at the teasing smile on his face. "now i have to go bathe."

he perks up, "want me to join-"

"no."

bonus:

"you really are pretty, mikka." glancing at the mirror from behind him, you watch with fascination as kaiser pushes a hello kitty hairband onto his head. it's yours, one you bought as a pair with his pink panther one. surprisingly, he likes this one more. "the prettiest."

you watch him nod to his own reflection, seemingly agreeing with your words. his newly dried hair bobs along with the motion, the strands fluffy and smooth. you'd run your hands through if you hadn't just spent the last half hour styling it.

"your prettiest-"

"-like a german pomeranian."

"...what?"

"nothing!" you laugh at the disgruntled expression he wears, shaking your head. hoping to appease him before the whining ensues, you hand him a small container filled with matcha facemask. his favorite to wear because it does wonders for his skin.

he looks at the thing as if it's offended his entire lineage. "you're seriously going to bribe me with this?" he pouts, crossing his hands against his chest.

such a big baby. your big baby, though.

"what's wrong? pomeranians are cute!"

"yeah but i'd be more of a husky," he grumbles as he pushes the pink panther hairband onto your head, clearing any hair away from your face. he uses a brush to smear the mask across, stopping every so often to peck your lips. "they're handsome, strong, and expensive."

"high maintenance, too," you mumble under your breath before shrugging. "i just like pomeranians better," you grin, scrunching your nose when he finishes with a kiss on it.

"...fine. german pomeranian it is then."

#blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser imagines #kaiser x reader #kaiser imagines #michael kaiser fluff #michael kaiser x y/n #michael kaiser x you #bllk x y/n #bllk x you #bllk x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #blue lock headcanons #kaiser fluff

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

My dumbest TWST headcanons

Yuu: everyone has forgotten their name and preferred pronouns. No one is willing to ask after so long, hence everyone calling them 'prefect' all the time

Grim: he is the reason why no dorm has tried to get Yuu to transfer in. They simply do not want him and unfortunately they are a package deal

Riddle: cannot handle spice. He ate a bell pepper once and started sobbing incoherently. Bell peppers are notoriously non-spicy

Trey: has mom hands in that he can handle hot plates without even flinching because he has permanently ruined the nerve endings in his hands from all of the times he's handled hot baking trays without mitts

Cater: has only like 7 Magicam followers because, as fun as his tags are, they aren't great for the algorithm

Deuce: has been told "that's unfortunate" multiple times after introducing himself. Does not understand why. No one tell him.

Ace: the type to never wait for his food to finish cooling. He burns his tongue at least once a day. He will never learn. Nor will he ever actually taste anything he puts in his mouth. Uses this for bets ("bet you that I can eat *insert the most disgusting concoction ever*" "don't...")

Leona: the entire school has a group chat devoted to the most insane places they've found Leona sleeping. Nothing has managed to top the time someone spotted him curled up in a cauldron that the first years were about to use for Alchemy. (Ruggie has tried to bribe his way into this group chat multiple times but everyone is too scared of Leona to give it to him)

Ruggie: the type to dump trauma on you without realizing it's messed up. Jack asked him once "Where'd you get that" and pointed to a scar and Ruggie was like "oh yeah that's from the time a guy stabbed me" and Jack has never asked him anything since

Jack: complains constantly about how big his tail is because it keeps wagging and giving away his tsundere-ness. Wants a little tail he can stuff into his pant legs to hide it

Azul: his glasses are fake. He thinks they make him look intimidating

Jade: will make fun of people for yawning in front of him. ("Scandalous" "????") He refuses to explain

Floyd: bites people he likes. Moray eel bites can cause paralysis and even beyond that his teeth are wicked sharp. This has caused several misunderstandings in his life

Kalim: everyone know's he's coming because all of his jewelry clink against each other. Like a cat with a bell on its collar. There is a betting ring about whether Jamil planned for this or if it's just how Kalim is that has spread schoolwide

Jamil: has absolutely responded to Kalim saying "Treat spiders the way you want to be treated" with "Killed without hesitation". Unironically

Vil: has accidentally cursed his own food several times. Never anything serious, but you would think it was with the expression of utter horror on his face every time

Rook: is the one in class to deal with bugs. He will pull a hairband out of his pocket (saved for this very occasion, or in the horrible case that Vil's hair tie might snap) and snipe the bug out of midair

Epel: constantly tries to get away with breaking rules right under Vil's nose. Out of spite. He has yet to succeed, but insists he WILL. One day. He will not

Idia: has lamented sending his tablet to class several times because he can't play some of his favorite games when it's away. Does not seem to realize that he would not be able to play those games while in class anyways

Ortho: has programmed idle animations

Malleus: his horns constantly hit the top of doorways. The entire room will go very quiet when this happens because they're scared if they breathe they will laugh and they Can Not Laugh At Malleus Draconia

Lilia: upon finding out his true age, the first question he is always asked is how his cooking is seriously "like that"

Silver: will wake up, find a miscellaneous animal sleeping on him, and go back to sleep because he would rather die than wake up the poor thing

Sebek: banned from the school library. There is no librarian so it literally doesn't change anything there's no one to enforce it but he still won't go in on principle

Crowley: has submitted a tax form with simply the word "No" on it. Is not sure why it didn't work

Crewel: messed up a potion once in front of a class. Swore everyone to secrecy about it. It is the only secret that has not spread through the school

Trein: has been called by his cat's name more than once

Vargas: students are often late to things because "Coach Vargas is hunting students for sport again :( ughhhh"

Sam: will trip students he doesn't like over 'loose floorboards'

#twisted wonderland #twst #headcanons #headcannons #twist #all of this is canon in all of my stories btw #just so you all know #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #deuce spade #ace trappola #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil shoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #silver twst #twst silver #sebek zigvolt

[the-travelling-bitch]

Ness who is very obsessed with you and ties you down to give you an unbearing amount of worship/ pleasure ? :3 my brain is rotting

omg ness,, we need more of him

[fem! reader, no pronouns used]

Ness is normally such a compliant, good boy for you, going along with whatever you need from him. Want him to eat you out for hours? He’s on his knees for you. You feel like using his dick as your personal dildo? He’ll lie perfectly still as you take what you need from his body.

But lately Ness has been feeling like you’re neglecting yourself. Don’t you see how perfect you are? Are you not aware of the ass, tits and thighs you have on you? How there’s not nearly enough attention drawn to your beautiful face, your arms, your legs, your collarbones, your entire being?

Your boyfriend really loves you, so you can’t blame him for using the strength he built as an athlete for flipping you down on your shared bed and tying your hands to the headboard. All the while, a lovesick smile decorates his face and stays on while he drinks in your widened eyes and the way you writhe to gain any sort of friction.

As he kisses down your body, starting by mouthing and panting into your neck before licking a path down your sternum, Ness really can’t use all your squirming. Can’t you tell he’s trying to make you feel good? So please lay still, baby.

When you can’t stop the twitching of your knees as the pro player teases your folds, first with his fingers and then with his tongue, he thinks it might be time to try your new ropes to bind your feet to the bed posts as well.

“You look so beautiful like this,” Ness muses as he studies your ethereal body splayed out in all its glory for him, his wandering hands squeezing to his heart’s content, never resting in one place for too long. “I’m doing this because I love you, I’ll make you feel so good. Just trust me darling.”

And you do. So you let him kiss all over your skin, leave marks wherever he deems fit, drive his calloused fingers right into your most sensitive spots as orgasm after orgasm washes over you.

By the time you feel Ness’ hard cock slide into you, your vision is hazy as your head lolls from right to left and back before your boyfriend holds your chin between his deft fingers and connects your lips, effectively swallowing every moan and incoherent sentence.

As his hips built a rhythm against yours, you can’t help but dumbly arch into his touch, nipples sore from all his pinching and pulling, chest and thighs thoroughly marked and nerves buzzing with attention. Even after Ness empties the first load into you, you are well aware that this isn’t the end.

“That’s it, baby. You’re taking me so well… so tight for me,” he groans. “Bet you’ll look even more breathtaking when you’re fucked out and dripping my cum….”

#˗ˏˋ– eye of stormy judgement #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock thirst #bllk x reader #bllk smut #bllk thirst #ness x reader #ness smut #alexis ness x reader #alexis ness smut #blue lock ness #alexis ness #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #minors dni

[perrywrites]

Asking “Can you… Can you hold my hand?” during your first time together, part 1;

NSFW

Includes; Isagi, Hiori, Bachira

Part 2 (Barou, Shidou, Karasu) and part 3 (Reo, Chigiri, Nagi) and part 4 (Rin, Sae, Kunigami) and part 5 (Otoya, Oliver, Yukimiya) and part 6 (Kaiser, Ness, Kiyora)

Isagi: he was nervous but eager to get it in. His hands had been trembling the entire time he touched you and stripped you, layer by layer, but now? Now he just wanted you. It’s when he’s laser focusing on you, his head heated up, blood pumping, completely out of it from the excitement of what he’s about to do to you, that your voice all of a sudden snaps him out of his reverie. “Can you… Can you hold my hand?” Can he hold your hand? Of fucking course he can. Shit, fuck, of course he can. “O-oh… yeah, yeah… I can do that,” he mumbles, fumbling for a moment, his hand quickly and clumsily reaching out to intertwine with yours, still pinning you down into the bed. His heart is still fluttering wildly from your cute request. Fuck, he feels almost embarassed somehow, for some reason, at himself, like a pervert, but at the same time, he can’t bring himself to care about it too much. He wants to make you his already, be inside you, claim you, claim this adorable woman asking him to hold her hand before he enters her. He was finally going to claim you after yearning for so long. He wasn’t going to be able to let go of you now, hand or otherwise. You’re giving him your first time, letting him make you his, he felt lovesick, heart clenching painfully. He’s your first, and he will be your last. Don’t expect to get away from him now. 

Hiori: he’s already holding it, wdym hold your hand? No, because this man, despite it being his own first time as well, remained slow and gentle throughout. He whispered words of love to you, a handful of precious promises, his lips ghosting and trailing across your skin with so much care. Hands lingering and caressing your body so tenderly, like you were the most precious thing in the world - and you are, you are the most important thing to him. Nothing, and I mean nothing, means more to him. So, of course, without even you having to ask, he would slip his hand into your hand, a warm lover’s lock, as he prepares himself to enter you. He is romantic, face flushed and eyes dazed. He can’t wait to be inside of you. God, it’s so sweet how beautiful and soft you look beneath him, all red and sensitive like that, all for him and only him. He’s yours and you’re his, and nothing can change that. You don’t understand how much you mean to him. You’re his sanctuary. His heart is yours now, permanently - or rather it had been yours since a long while ago. Don’t leave him. Since you’ve let him in now, it’s okay if he doesn’t leave, right? Because he’s not going to leave you, and he’s not going to let you leave either. Ever. 

Bachira: he couldn’t wait to be inside of you, oh god. His lips all over, he keeps on kissing you, eager, so eager, his hands are all over your body, squeezing and feeling you up, moans and groans pouring through his mouth inbetween kisses at. You feel so good, oh god, your skin was soft, so soft, so doughy. His lips vacant your trembling mouth, returning to your neck filled up with marks as he sucks another one into your bruised skin, never enough, god, he needs more of you, so much more. His hands grab your thighs and spread your legs open as he whimpers. “Inside… I need to be inside you so bad.” and he pauses at the sound of your shaky voice. You want him to hold your hand? Request granted. Immediately, he holds himself up with an elbow by your head, his other hand sliding across to intertwine with yours, and he’s peppering kisses across your cheek as he mumbles almost incoherently about cute you are. So adorable. Too adorable. You were letting him take your first time, just like that, huh? He was so happy, pinning you beneath him like this, his hand holding your trembling hand down as your dewy eyes quivered, shy. He was so happy you were his girlfriend, that you were letting him have you like this. After all, as he had decided a long time ago when he first fell in love with you, he was going to make you his bride, come hell or heaven. No other man would ever, ever get a taste of you. You were his, and only his. 

Who should I do for part 2? >:3c

#blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi #blue lock isagi #isagi x reader #isagi x you #bachira meguru #bllk bachira #blue lock bachira #bachira x reader #bachira smut #isagi smut #blue lock hiori #hiori yo #bllk hiori #hiori x reader #hiori x you #hiori smut

[strawchocoberry]

BABY, I’M YOURS

anonymous requested: smut boyfriend headcanons with alexis ness

୨୧ featuring: alexis ness x fem reader 

ଘ cw: smut, pet names, rough sex, praise kink, dacryphilia, oral sex, masturbation, phone sex, breeding kink, creampie, implied threesome 

୨୧ synopsis: anything for his goddess

ଘ wc: 1.2k 

Ness worships you like a goddess. Your sexual needs and desires take priority over his. There is literally no length he will not go through in order to satisfy you. All you have to do is tell him your darkest thoughts that have your soul trembling with excitement and then sit back and watch him bring those thoughts to life as he acts upon them. He never judges what your little mind craves; he simply smiles and cups your cheek and says “sure, my Queen”, before kissing your lips. 

Ness moans praises for you while revering your body. He feels that no matter how many times he reminds you how beautiful and precious you are, it’s never enough. Every moment, every minute, every second he absolutely needs to drill it in you that you are the best thing that has happened to him. The first time you praised him back, telling him that he’s making you feel so good, he thrusted a little harder than usual, as he didn’t see that coming. 

His touch is gentle, dripping with his obsessive love for you. Ness kisses every inch of you and gets drunk by feeling your breathing become harder, more restrained and your body squirm and shudder in his arms. He’s stunned by how you react to him, softly moaning and whimpering. 

Oh and he loves eating you out! Let me tell you a little secret. Ness isn’t called the “magician” for no reason. That tongue of his is pure sin. He loves hearing your high pitched moans as he’s eating your cunt, looking deeply in your eyes. When you try to hide your blushed face, he mutters “tsk tsk tsk”, shaking his head, as he removes your hands that hide your beauty from him. “Please, let me see you, baby.” 

If he were honest, Ness was indeed taken aback when you asked him to be… Rougher with you. He was just surprised, that’s all. And boy, he found it more pleasurable than he had anticipated. Watching you crying in ecstasy underneath him, begging him “Ness ngh— More— More—” made him unable to resist your pleas. His grip on your hips tightened, as he pounded into those pulsing velvet walls of yours with more force and vigour, urgently hurrying to send you over to the heavens above. 

Two words; heart hickeys. Ness covers your entire body in cute heart hickeys, because he thinks they’re cute and they suit you. Don’t get him started when you do the same to him. It lightens up his mood immediately. He could be wallowing in sadness and you could simply sit on his lap and curve a heart hickey on his neck and it’ll make him feel so much better, so much loved. 

Scratch his back, pull his hair, mark him up and watch him stumble not to fuck you harder. Ness adores it when you leave marks all over his body. He sometimes takes pictures of them and looks at them when he’s sad and you’re not around to give him a new hickey. And when you ask, he is willing to leave said marks on your body as well. 

Ness absolutely loves positions that allow him to look at you, as he’s fucking your brains out, such as missionary, face-off etc. Watching your eyes roll to the back of your skull, your lips part to moan his name or bubble incoherent words turns him on so much, he can’t help himself from cumming in your tight walls, fucking you through your own orgasm as well. And he’s already working on your next, as he pounds your mixed arousals back into your delectable cunt. 

Ness blushes every time you suck his cock. The scene of you on your knees, licking him and wrapping your warm lips around his shaft, electrifies his body, making him harder and harder. “Mmmm, no— Please, don’t… Do that…” he cries, hand on his mouth to prevent more moans from slipping and his eyes unable to look away. He’s completely mesmerised, watching you with utmost concentration stroke him and swirl your tongue around his tip, before taking all of him in your mouth again. And if you look up at him, his blushing will only become more intense and he won’t be able to contain his moans nor himself from cumming in your mouth. 

When he’s away for a game, Ness must confess that those dark nights that he’s all by himself and extremely horny, he can’t help himself and jerks off to slutty photos you’ve sent him. It was one of those nights that you had texted him, asking him to send you a whimpering audio of him. You were caught off guard when he sent it a minute later. And he was just as surprised when he received one from you. He called you, whining about how horny he was and how he missed you and you ended up having sex over the phone, listening to each other moaning and writhing in utter bliss. 

Another time, you were all alone and horny and suggested a video call instead of a regular call. And you cannot imagine how quickly Ness ditched the team in the hotel’s restaurant, running impatiently to the lift and repeatedly pressing the button to his floor, cursing “faster faster!” He reached his room and locked the door and called you. And he was met by your wet cunt aching and throbbing as it engulfed your fingers, “sorry, couldn’t wait any longer…” you apologised. Thank goodness Kaiser decided to go for a late night swim in the hotel’s pool and came back to the room much later. 

Speaking of the emperor, you once asked him if Ness would object to Kaiser joining you in a threesome and if the latter would even be willing to join in the first place. And who was Ness to refuse your desires? He immediately calls Kaiser and the little whore of an emperor he’s as much obsessed with as you comes running, as if he was waiting an eternity for this. He was, but he wasn’t going to admit it. Soft Ness and mean Kaiser… A dangerous combination meant for complete cunt obliteration. 

Ness takes aftercare very seriously, especially after he’s roughed you up, per your orders, Your Majesty. He’ll wrap you in a warm blanket and give you some water, while running to draw you a bath and he’s already prepared a few snacks in case you’re hungry. He’ll sit on the bathtub with you, having you lie over him and wash your body. He’ll massage your sore muscles and listen to your little whimpers with a smile on his face. 

As for him, Ness is content with a little kiss and a thank you. But he loves it when you get all cuddly after sex. He finds it utterly adorable when you fall asleep on his chest. He could just stare at your sleeping form forever and never get bored. He sneaks a few pics of you, careful not to wake you up, just because he thinks that he needs to capture this moment. If he catches you mumbling his name in your sleep, he’ll lean down and kiss your forehead tenderly, whispering “I love you”. 

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[hyperfixatedbastard]

Hi i hope you doing well. I have a resquest... more like a headcanon. What if Adam was a dad ? What his behaviour will be ? Does he be a good or a bad father ?

I understand if you don't do it. I don't want to force you for something you don't want to.

Dadam (Dad!Adam) Headcanons

we bringing out the daddy issues on this one boys

WARNINGS: none

A/N: I haven't done a headcanon type of post yet, but they're easier to write than regular one shots and I'm too tired for that shit. The request didn't specify what kind of Reader (spouse or child), so I just went with general headcanons that don't specify the Reader at all. Insert yourself as you wish!

Also, thank you all for your patience! It's been very busy for me lately and I've been too exhausted to write much, so expect a lot more of these kinds of posts (the formatting is easier and I don't have to write a bunch of dialogue lol).

Dividers

As the father of humanity, Adam had...a lot of kids. The guy lived for 800+ years just populating the earth. That's a LOT of kids. We all know how the first two turned out. That is, not fuckin' well. To be honest, I don't think Adam valued his children. It was just kinda... a thing he had to do. (When Abel died and Cain got exiled, he fr just went and had another kid to replace them.) But I am in deep, deep denial and this is for my enjoyment as someone with severe daddy issues. So fuck all that.

At first, Adam is 100% the guy that freaks the fuck out when he finds out he knocked someone up. That man is SWEATING. He's actually pretty chill if it's someone he's in an established long-term relationship with, though. He still freaks the fuck out, but to a significantly lesser degree and with a much smaller chance of up and leaving. Once he's over the initial shock, he's shocked to find that he's kind of excited. Back when he was alive, having kids was just normal because it was such a common occurrence.

This man knows every little detail about pregnancy and infants. With the amount of kids he's had? He has seen it ALL. Sure, all his information is thousands of years old, but knowledge learned through experience is super valuable when it comes to this shit! He doesn't know what the fuck a uterus is, but he knows exactly how to make his partner the most comfortable, how to deal with cravings, etc. If his partner has a problem, he's got a solution. It might be a fuckin' weird one, but it works! He'll probably grumble and complain, but he doesn't actually mean it. Bitching is just his thing, y'know? But... pregnancy hormones + Adam's douchebag-ness = feelings getting hurt. If his partner starts crying because of some shit joke or complaint he made? He's scrambling so fast. "Shit, babe, fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, fuckfuckfuck, don't cry—"

Once the baby is born, he definitely surprises literally everyone but his partner by actually doing helpful shit. Changing diapers? Easy fuckin' peasy (he does watch a tutorial online because he doesn't know how tf modern diapers work but he's a fast learner) Feeding? No problemo. Getting up in the middle of the night to do both of those things? His sleep schedule's already fucked, this shit ain't new.

When it comes to parenting and raising the kid, though... that's definitely where Adam struggles. He'd struggle with bonding. A lot. Adam mostly talks about things that you really shouldn't say around children, much less bond over. I think he'd be better at just letting the kid ramble while he's just sitting there, fully engrossed in whatever bullshit his child is saying. He's not just passively listening with little 'uh-huh's and nods, this man is active in the discussion. Have you ever heard a small child speak? They say the most random shit ever, and Adam would love it. It's peak entertainment to him. Even if it's just incoherent babbling, he'll have full-on conversations with this baby.

He'd definitely have some shared interests as the kid gets older. I think Adam's favorite shows/movies are a mix of action movies and shit like Power Rangers. He's not ashamed of it either—'fuck you, the Power Rangers are fuckin' cool.' This also goes for video games. I know that man is a toxic COD gamer boy and you can't prove me wrong. Basically, the only thing that keeps him from becoming one of those husbands that locks himself away in a man cave to play video games is the fact that he can game with his kid.

And once they get into school, he just gets really invested in the drama. Elementary school drama is such bullshit, and it'd be the best reality TV he's ever seen. "Oh, don't tell me—it's that bitch Cindy. The fuck did that little shit do this time?" He'd be gasping like it's a damn soap opera. 'Oh no she didn't!' kinda vibe.

He'd talk so much shit around his kid about the parents of their classmates, the teachers, anyone. Then the kid would repeat it and Adam would get sat down in the office with his kid like: "Your child said, and I quote, 'My dad says your mom's a bitch.'" "What? She fuckin' is." And yeah, he's not wrong - some of those parents are fucking nightmares.

If his kid got in trouble for fighting, his reaction would depend on the situation. If it was unprovoked and/or a part of bullying, he'd originally laugh it off but would be freaking the fuck out internally. He's probably a little traumatized by what happened with Cain and Abel. But if the fighting was an act of defense (whether of themselves or someone else) he would be the proudest dad ever. Fist-bumps his kid in the office in full view of the principal.

You cannot trust this man to give his kid the sex talk. It just will not go well. Like, if his kid needs advice when they're older (basically anything beyond 'where do babies come from') then he's your guy, but it's still gonna be awkward and uncomfortable. He'd probably have Lute handle most of those issues just so he doesn't have to know about his kid's sex life but can still trust that they have a responsible(?) adult if they have questions.

In terms of where Adam is lacking as a parent, there's a few areas in particular to focus on.

Emotional availability? Not his strong suit. At all. He can't deal with his own feelings, let alone his kid's. Most of the emotional support will be coming from his partner. That doesn't mean he doesn't try. But he can't show it with words all that well. He'll show emotional support in other ways—quality time, gifts, and acts of service for the most part. Like going out for ice cream, watching a movie, etc.

He's not good with discipline. To him, everything's no big deal. If his kid hasn't killed their sibling, that's good enough for him! Generally, his partner will choose when/how to discipline (with Adam's input ofc), but Adam's job is to just enforce it/not overrule it. He's 100% the type to be sneaky about it tho. If his kid is grounded, he'll go out with them to give them a break from being stuck in the house, y'know, stuff like that. Because of this, his kid forms a closer, different kind of bond than with Adam's partner. It's more friendly, I guess is the word? Like, his kid won't go to him for actual helpful advice, but if they fuck up somehow or are in a bad situation that they kinda got themselves into (drinking, car accident, etc.), then Adam is the parent they call.

I think Adam's peak parenting era would be when his kid is a late teen/young adult. 'Cause then he can actually be himself, for the most part. His personality is not very kid-friendly, so once his kid isn't really much of a kid anymore—he is so fucking excited. His relationship with his kid would be a lot more unconventional as they grow older. Like, he's really close with his kid once they're an adult. (totally not basing this off my relationship with my mom) His advice would be shit, but he'd give it if his kid needed it!

Definitely the type to text his kid more often than most parents. Mostly because he texts more like them and has the same sense of humor. Lots of shitty memes.

Also!! I think Adam would definitely make time for his partner. Date nights are a must. His kid better get comfortable with sleepovers at friends' houses or getting babysat by Emily 'cause he ain't letting parenthood fuck up his sex life.

I think that's all I got. Not sure how to end this so uh... shoutout to all you bitches with daddy issues lmao

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[mcdonaldsnumberone]

LOVE ME HARDER!

you swear your favorite color has nothing to do with kaiser. but unluckily for you, the boy’s fallen madly in love with you and has somehow convinced himself that he can connect the dots to make you fall madly in love with him. when you meet his flirting with a tough front though, kaiser has a secret weapon up his sleeve (or under his uniform collar).

gender neutral reader

content warning(s): reader’s favorite color is blue, kaiser’s tattoo isn’t super visible with his uniform in this fic

You loved blue.

You still do. And for the foreseeable future, you weren’t going to ever stop loving the color. It was a color so dear and special to you, and as much as you loved all the other colors, there was something indescribable about the blue hue.

It was everywhere. The color of the sky. The ocean. The small Google Docs icon while you scribbled down notes on your computer. A stray car in the distance while you crossed the road. It was the color of loyalty and knowledge, the cool tones even embodying the mystifying feeling of melancholy. And, if you allowed yourself to get a little pretentious and philosophical, probably the color of the universe. 

What a dignified color. You would never stop loving blue. Not ever. Certainly not now. And you would never extinguish your love of the color because of a man.

But boy, was someone making it difficult.

You always heard him before you saw him: the rumble of footsteps, Ness gushing incoherent praise, the shrill trill of German words hanging in the air. Like an overture before a grand opera, except those thirty seconds were the only prep time you’d get to turn on your heel and book it out of there if you didn’t want to say hello to your biggest headache.

“Oh, daaaarling! There you are! Hey- Don’t run away!”

An outstretched pair of arms materialized on either side of your body, and you let out a loud yelp before you were pulled backwards into a tight hug. You screeched like a feral cat, clawing helplessly at the air while a loud haughty laugh rang out against your eardrums.

It was only when you turned around that the sense of hearing gave out to the sense of sight. Beautiful strands of blond-blue hair swept across your eyes, the twinkle of his golden locks not too unlike the catlike gleam in his pupils. Speaking of his eyes, you hated the stupid bastard for how much blue he had on him and more importantly, how good it looked. Even the smug azure of his crinkled eyes made you stop breathing for just a split second, and your lips parted unconsciously as your hatred momentarily dissipated into wonder at the delicate hue.

“Staring at me? Awwwww, do you think I’m handsome? Of course you do. You wouldn't be so starstruck otherwise,” he chuckled. You instantly snapped out of your stupor, and you twisted your face into a disgusted frown.

“Take your hands off of me, you idiot,” you snarled. “I’m not in the mood to talk to you.”

“Oh? Perfect. I think that’s perfect timing to talk to you.” Kaiser kept one arm slung firmly over your shoulders, expertly placing himself at your side. You dug your heels into the ground and kept your place whenever he tried to edge you closer to his torso, egging you to relax into his touch. “Busy being a little color nerd again? I think it’s adorable that you’d pick your favorite color after me-”

“-I did not pick my favorite color after you,” you huffed. You crossed your arms, and you glared directly up at him (this time, you took extra care not to get lost in his eyes). “Do you really think I don’t have a personality or something? To pick a favorite color after a man?”

He shrugged. “Hey, I’m a pretty charming guy, if I do say so myself. Just now, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of me. I’d say I wear the color well. Say, if I swapped my red eyeliner out for a blue one, would that make you stare at me even more?”

You wanted to push him off, but you knew better than to engage a professional athlete in a half-wrestle-half-run-for-your-life-thing. “In your dreams. You’re an atrocious mix of colors.”

“Sure.” He easily brushed your words off. He broke out into his usual smug grin, chuckling at you as if he were a cat toying with a mouse. If he could, you swore that he’d gobble you up in one bite and leave no crumbs. “But I’d say blue is totally my color.”

Red hot annoyance flooded your body. This was so unlike you, to be moved to such anger that you’d be thinking of any color other than your favorite cyan hue, but something about this man made you want to beat him to a bloody pulp until he truly was nothing more than a mix of crimson and black and white broken bones. 

“Blue is MY color!” You grumbled. “I liked it even before I met you! Hell, I probably understand it better than you do! Dipping your hair in Kool-Aid and being born with blue eyes doesn’t automatically make blue your color! It’s my favorite color, and me liking it has nothing to do with you! Not everything revolves around you, Kaiser!”

You fumed at him, having blurted out all of the tension mounting inside of your chest. You stood there, wanting to claw off the weight of his arm across your shoulders. You wondered if Kaiser would yell back at you, if those beautiful sapphire eyes of his would narrow into small slits before he’d wind up for the pounce, if he truly would swallow you up into a void of blue nothingness just to prove you wrong.

But instead he threw his head back, and he laughed heartily.

“You’re too funny for your own good.” He pretended to wipe a tear from his eye with his other hand, and he barely held himself together long enough to look at you. “The world? Revolve around me? Maybe to all those other stupid commoners. Those brainless fools need a stunning star to guide them. To give them any purpose in life.”

You grimaced, skin crawling with disdain as he yanked you closer. His free hand caressed the outline of your cheeks and jaw, and you let out a small “eep!” as he hooked his fingers under your chin to gingerly lift your face to meet his. You held your breath as the German prodigy leaned in, until the silhouette of his peach-pink lips were much too close to your mouth for your liking.

“But, darling… Oh, my sweet, stupid darling…” His voice was far too smooth for your own liking. Like the lining of a regal blue mink-fur lined cape, the kind you’d see in a 1700s painting of a king, the edge you get from swallowing down a mouthful of ice water. He looked too pleased with himself, having you ensnared perfectly in his arms like this. The thick tension that hung between the two of you felt like poisoned honey, and he shook his head at you mockingly. “If anyone were to pay attention closely, they’d know that the script is much more different for you than it is for those everyday fools.”

“Don’t lump me in your weird fantasy.” You blinked at him defiantly. He pursed his lips slightly, but Kaiser didn’t waver even once. 

“All I want to say is that there’s nothing wrong in admiring beautiful things. If you like blue that much, nothing wrong with admiring the blue on me, is there? It’s unhealthy to deny yourself the things that you love so much.” He let you go finally, and you practically leapt out away from him. “If you don’t want to throw yourself at my feet and beg to play the role of my dedicated love interest, that’s fine too! Although, I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to. Anyone would be honored to have my attention the way you do.”

“You’re a self-centered prick. I don’t want to give you any more attention than what I’m already wasting on you.”

“That’s what I’m saying! If you let down your high walls and properly let yourself admire me for the beautiful, charming, handsome guy I am, then it wouldn’t be a waste of your time.” He expertly flicked his hair over his shoulder, winking at you as some of the strands tumbled down his collarbones and back. As atrocious of a haircut as it was, you did have to admit that the color of his weird gradient was very pleasing to your eyes.

But you’d rather eat knives than admit it out loud. 

“You’ll have to try harder than that. Anyone can dye hair,” you muttered, thoroughly unconvinced. “And before you ask, I’m not interested in staring at your eyes either. Blue eyes mean nothing to me. And I can always go buy color contacts off the internet and stare at those instead if I really want to.”

“Boo! That’s so boring! Wouldn’t you want a real living person? Someone with personality?” He pouted.

You rolled your own eyes. “Yeah. Someone that doesn’t have a stick stuck up their ass.”

Kaiser pressed his lips into a line, suddenly lost in heavy thought. He knew your patience was already running thin with him, and while it was frustrating that the typical antics he’d lavish onto his fans wasn’t netting him the reaction he wanted from you, it still thrilled him the same. You were so tough to crack! He knew deep down that you had some heart for him and that you loved admiring beautiful things! And was he not the most beautiful thing of them all? He was skilled, talented, the kind of guy anyone should be flattered to have. All he needed was to convince you with something unique, something that no other groupie or fan of his couldn’t have, and maybe that would be the key to luring you over.

To turn that burning red hatred of yours into a calm, placated blue interest.

“Well, what if I give you something truly special then? If I could show you something that you have to admit is beautiful, would you admire me then?” He offered tentatively. You sniffed, keeping your head held high, but he took your silence to mean that it wasn’t a complete refusal.

He broke out into the biggest grin you had ever seen. Your confidence wavered slightly at his smug smirk, and nervousness prickled over your skin. You held your breath as Kaiser slowly raised his hand to his neck. Two fingers hooked onto the golden collar of his Bastard Munchen uniform, which covered a generous portion of his neck.

He yanked down. 

A flash of deep, royal blue stunned your vision, and your eyes instinctively widened. Kaiser tilted his neck to the opposite side, making sure you could catch a proper glimpse at the part of his throat that was normally concealed by his uniform. You felt like something inside of your brain had violently hit the brakes the moment the color hit your eyes. 

Roses.

Beautiful, beautiful blue roses. 

You’re automatically entranced by them. They’re tattoos, each expertly painted on his skin with a careful hand. The black outline makes the rich hues pop even more against his body, and while you tiptoe forward to catch a better view, you can only make out the better part of one of the bigger roses. The rest are covered by his uniform, and you can see the hint of inked thorns traveling away from the flowers and towards his arm. 

Kaiser instantly caught the shift in energy from you. He wisely kept his mouth shut, but some prideful part of him was celebrating inwardly. He let you step closer to admire the handiwork on his body, your curiosity delighting him to no ends.

You wanted to touch them. To touch him. Oh, you could imagine the feeling of soft rose petals under your fingertips while you were utterly mesmerized by his tattoo, almost forgetting that it was just an inked drawing rather than real flowers.

“Well? Isn’t it lovely?” 

You flinched, snapping back to life. Dumbfounded, you were at a loss for words. It was completely unlike you to not have some kind of mean comeback to snark at him with, but the secret weapon Kaiser had on hand was too much. His tattoo had overwhelmed you in a heartbeat, the artistic touch only making you want to see it again.

But unfortunately for you, he adjusted his uniform back into its regular position with a cruel smile. “See? I knew you’d like it. Do you want to look at it again? Oh, I know you do. C’mon, tell me. Tell me you want to see it again. It’s not like I’m going to refuse.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, and very hesitantly, you swallowed back your pride. “Can… Can I see your tattoo again?”

“With pleasure, darling.” He cooed. He paused for a moment, and he pulled you closer towards him. You gulped nervously when he peered down at you, clearly savoring the victory he had earned by pulling wool (or in this case, a lovely tattoo) over your eyes. 

“But why don’t I take you to my room instead? I’ll take off my shirt for you. That way you can see the entire thing. And then you can fawn over me properly. You just said you wanted to see my tattoo again. Those pretty roses,” he leaned in, tempting you over and over with the fleeting memory, “Those pretty, pretty roses that are in your absolute favorite color.”

You were torn, and Kaiser reveled in that tormented expression of yours.

He held his hand out. “No need to be shy. Let me show you all sorts of beautiful blue things, my darling.”

x

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #michael kaiser #x reader #my writing #this is me totally not self projecting (insane abt the color blue) #also please genuinely check out the song i picked out for this fic #the lyrics make so many color references n i genuinely think its so like . fitting for kaiser #esp the lyric when woodz says #'anyone can have a passionate red love' #'but between us its blue so make it more more blue' #I PROMMY IT MAKES MORE POETIC SENSE IN THE OG KOREAN BUT ITS SUCH A GOOD LYRIC TO ME #there is rot in the brain #also if u make any inappropriate jokes ill literally kill u

[oscpaistry]

Oh.

Ft :: Jude Bellingham and sensitive f! reader.

Summary :: You were acting normal and arguing with Jude. But in Jude's eyes you were being 'disrespectful' towards him. He began to yell at you, and forgetting how sensitive and traumatized you became because of your parents.

Warning :: cursing

A/N :: just me being sad and writing things that remind me of my childhood. This is based on a true story between me and my mum.

"But i didn't do anything." You replied while standing in the middle of the living room, arguing with Jude. Picking at the skin of you nails.

"Yes you did Y/n!" He shouted at you, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"What did i do then?" You said, with more loudness in you voice then expected. *Fuck fuck fuck. Sorry.* You thought to yourself. You know you fucked up, because you should never raise your voice at Jude. You stood there, nervousness running through your veins while waiting for Jude to respond. Jude's eyes widened at your tone.

"Well first of all, you're being fucking disrespectful. Second of all, you're always just sitting around and do absolutely fucking nothing. And did i already mention how fucking difficult you are? You're so fucking lazy Y/n. Im always doing things here. Im always looking out for you. Im always there for you. But you? You're just here for nothing. You're so worthless and unloved. And you're such a fucking crybaby. You always cry over the smallest thing! God, Y/n. I dont even know why and how i fell in love with you. I hate you!" He shouted at you.

Hearing those words made you're heart ache, your breath being heavy and tears forming and threatening to fall down your face. The only thing you could do is fiddle with your hands, look down and nod. You stood there defenseless. You let out a big sigh and looked up at him.

Before speaking you felt a big lump in the back of your throat.

"Oh." you could here the shakiness in your voice, the word almost being incoherent. You just left the living room and went to the toilet. You locked the door and sat down on the cold, hard floor. You breathed in and out deep and fast, trying not to break down. Too late.

Tears streaming down your face, knees pulled up too your chest and your head resting on your knees. All you could hear were the sniffles and muffled crying of yourself.

After a half an hour you finally calmed down. Again, you breathed deeply inhaled and slowly exhaled. You stood up, wiping the tears of your face and fixing you clothes a bit. You walked into the bathroom and turned on the lights. You looked into the mirror and you eyes red and puffy, your nose red and the tear streams imprinted into your face. You took a cloth and wet it with cold water. You put the cold rag on your fave to redeem the redness and puffy ness in your face. Few attempts later of trying to clean up your face you finally looked into the mirror and saw the only thing that was red right now were your eyes. You sighed and left the bathroom. You hoped that Jude would've left or went to sleep because you didnt want to see him. You walked into the kitchen to make some coffee, but guess who's sitting there. Jude. Jude was scrolling through his phone for awhile, not noticing your presence. You look at him with teary eyes. But you noticed his leg bouncing up and down, one hand on the table and tapping on it with his index finger, his eyebrows knitted together. Asif he was worried, or guilty. You wiped some tears away and walked in.

" 'm love" he said quickly and put his phone down. You ignored him. You continued making your coffee.

" 'm so sorry. I shouldnt have said those things." He replied, hearing the worrying tone you the ignoring part of you broke. You turned around. You inhaled and exhaled before talking.

" You shouldnt have said those things. I dont even know-" you couldnt even finish your sentence before the lump in your throat came back.

" I dont even know what i did wrong. All i did was reading the foul things on the media about me. Saying i was some kind of fat girl and body shaming. But-" you replied, tears rolling down your face.

"I know darling. You didn't do anything. Im sorry. I was angry with my teammates and i decided to take it out on you." Jude replied, hearing his shaking voice made you the saddest. You stood up when you heard the coffee machine stop working. You grabbed a spoon and went to your room.

You sat on your bed and drank your coffee. Trying to forget the mean words he said to you.

'i always forgive, but never forget.' was the message you sent to english boy.

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3:41 am rn, currently crying bcs this is how i got/get treated everyday.

#tumblr2023 #inlovewithvirgil #football #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham drabble #jude bellingham angst #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham blurb

[lizardsfromspace]

As TERFs fall deeper down the transphobia hole they eventually loop around to a level of misogyny typically only seen in MRA pick-up manuals. They start out a bit concerned, and five months later they're shouting about how trans women need to be banned from chess bc AFAB brains are just not as smart as AMAB brains. They slide from "women can do anything men can!" to a level of "women are dainty and must be protected"ness that would make a tradwife blogger blush. They've successfully engineered the belief set of a Reddit incel with nothing but a parasocial relationship with JK Rowling, a incoherent urge to Own the Transes and a box of Tweets Xs

#transphobia cw #also yes they banned trans women from women's chess #which only exists to promote women's chess #radical feminism is when you ADD gender segregation to a sport apparently

[solarrclxud]

MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFE

summary : this is goodbye my love. maybe in another life.

pairing : modern! wriothesley x reader (she/her pronouns used)

genre: angst (i tried) . modern au

warnings : not proofread , melancholy-ness . wriothesley smokes. 1 mention of cigs and a lighter.

a/n: idk what this is either babe .... its lil sad tho. kinda inspired by my own weird yearny feelings.

" We were so bad it weren't we" , she said , smiling and gazing up at the stars . A melancholy chuckle left his lips " Yeah...we were."

"I wish i would have said something." "I wish i could have too " Wriothesley said , clicking the lighter in an absentminded attempt to light a cigarette. She looked over at him . " Sometimes", he continued" I wish i would have told you , how i felt. Maybe if i had just told you .. we could have tried to work it out you know?" .

The cigarette lit , he watched the flames smolder slightly , dusting of the ash and lifting it to him lips . They stayed silent after that for a while. The music from the party was muffled by the balcony door , incoherent lyrics and bass vibrations filtered through the gap under it.

"Maybe" , she whispered . If it had been any louder Wriothesley wouldn't have heard it . But he hummed , urging her to continue ." Maybe it would have worked. wouldn't it have been wonderful?" .

He remained silent , thinking of what to say. He didn't know if he should tell her . The words on the tip of his tongue. Wriothesley longed to fill the silence between then as he looked at her .

" Maybe if we had more time.." He said . i still love you...after all this time is what he meant to say. They made no sound, as if afraid to shatter the precious moment. He though it would be stupid to ask her to love him again now. Years have passed , her hair is different , but so is his . But did that really matter?

He looked over to her , himchest heavy , i dont know what i had intended to say . They made no sound, as if afraid to shatter the precious moment. Her eyes were glossy as she leaned on the balcony .

She looked back at him and smiled. Oh that smile. It was as beautiful as he remebered , even though this time there was a melancholy tone to it. He smiled back and we both turned to the stars again. The smiles felt like an apology in a way . For both of their yearning and pain. A bandaid for and a candy after a doctors visit.

Wriothesley gazed at the moon . He sometimes feel like He was always meant to love her. Because if He wasn't , what was the purpose of this love to be there in him heart for the last 4 years?

The vines of nostalgia snaking around his heart , gripping it and squeezing like his blood itself ran through them. Maybe it did . Some nights his love for her overcame all else as he lay in bed and thought of all the " ifs" .

She too watched the moon . Thinking of her own nights, the ones she spent wondering what would have happened if she had said something before it was too late. It had been years. She always knew there was no point in hoping .

A part of them both reached out for the other , neither uttering a word in fear that they were the only one yearning . Deep inside their chest their hearts clenched . As if wishing. For things to go back to the way they were. But it wont happen today.

She shifted slightly on that balcony to be closer to him , their hands touched . The electricity of the touch ran through their veins as it they had been hit by lightning .

It means nothing they thought .

They only want comfort thats all .

The song in the background shifted to a softer more romantic one . The sound of angry boooos followed . She laughed . Moving away from him reluctantly and breaking their bubble . "We should get back" she said , the air felt thick , it refused to fill their lungs as they looked at eachother for the last time . She smiled and he smiled back. A last goodbye . A last apology. An i love you of sorts .

"Yeah, we should" .

Maybe in another life.

thank you !

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[lynchsrqven]

Daylight (Megumi Fushiguro x female reader)

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Author’s note: hihihi. This is my first time writing something like this so I really hope you guys like it. Please let me know if you spot any grammatical/ sentence construction errors because I’m really trying to improve my writing:)

Content: a little angst at the beginning but mostly fluff

Warnings (?): mild cringe at the beginning

Word count: 1.8k

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"Gumi?" She muttered incoherently.

"Hmm?" He answered sleepily, his voice muffled.

The day before, Y/n had had a rather miserable day. Once training was over, which was around 5pm, she had walked back to her dorm and decided to reflect back on the days conversations and failures. Well half of the conversations were also failures so there wasn't much of a difference.

Originally, She had planned to clean her room, all surfaces of whose were covered with clothes, books or miscellaneous objects, while watching a movie. Unfortunately her day had gone by so glum that the prospect of watching a fun romcom seemed like too much to bear. Wait no- actually her day had gone by just fine. Normal. Perfect, even. It was her who was the problem.

She considered watching little women (honestly insert any film/series that brings you comfort) but then decided against it. She tried to clean her room anyways, only this time it was the amalgamation of swivels and memories, chaos and dejected voices in her head which kept her company instead of the buzzing of actors and actresses voices.

Midway transferring her clothes from the deranged bed to the closet she gave up and crumpled into a heap on the ground, mirroring the dirty clothes. She took her head between her palms and attempted to cry as she watched the bust of her sweater rise and fall. Crying always made everything better. The tears would wash away the hollow-ness in her chest and provide her some kind of comfort. After some time, it became evident that they'd taken a day off and she'd be stuck with the misery and claustrophobia in her mind for quite some time. She considered going to her bed no napping the feeling away somehow but didn't find it in her legs. Eventually she laid on the forgiving floor and fell asleep there, the cool of it caressing her cheek, a sensation still prevalent when she woke up. She checked the time- 9pm. Dinner would be over in an hour. She got up from the floor, momentarily sure of her pre-nap anguish's departure. Unfortunately it was still there, engulfing her awhole as she made her way to the bathroom- the next stop for her desolation.

Finally, at 11pm, she made her way to the boys dormitory and knocked at Megumi's door. Although she wished to deal with these bouts of depression herself, the desire to see Megumi subsided the former. Megumi opened the door slightly, his head poking out of the cornor. A small shaft of light illuminated the corridor's wooden flooring.

"Y/n?" His eyes wrinkled at the corner and he was now in the middle of the door frame. "What happened?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to see you."

He stepped away from the door, inviting her in. Once inside, she stood there a little akwardly not sure of what to do or say.

"I didn't see you in the cafeteria during dinner. Did you visit later today?"

"No I fell asleep." She partly lied.

“It might be open right now. Do you want to go?"

"Won't we have to pay if we went so late?"

"That's not an issue."

"That's okay, I don't really feel like eating right now." She partly lied again.

"Are you sure?"

“Yeah."

Now Megumi was looking at her silently, probably trying to analyse her behaviour.

"So what were you doing?" Y/n asked, trying to break the partly non-existent ice.

"Reading this book..."

“Oh nice"

"Yeah it's about this war in ancient Egypt."

“Tell me more about it." She urged as she seated herself on his bed, parallel to the chair infront of his desk where he seated himself. She wanted his boyish voice to cure her. And it did. Megumi liked to read non-fiction, a fact that struck Y/n as odd. While she herself liked to read, she couldn't comprehend why someone would want to read about real people and their real lives when they could just read...made up stuff. Something to give them a break from reality rather than pull them back into it. But sometimes, when Megumi told her about the various books he'd read, she'd get the appeal. Heck, she'd even want to try one herself.

Megumi was quick with this kind of stuff. Quickly elucidating the synopsis without any unnecessary details, a skill Y/n thoroughly lacked. Soon enough he was done telling her about his book.

"How far in are you right now?" Y/n asked him.

"About a hundred pages. It's not very long though. I only have seventy more to go."

"That's great, I love short books."

"What about you? Are you reading something at the moment?"

"Er yeah- Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard." Suddenly her book seemed very inferior compared to his.

"Any good?"

"Yeah it's pretty nice. I'll tell you more once I've read a little further."

"I see" neither of you having anything to say now.

"You can go back to your reading by the way. I don't really mind. I just wanted to be near you."

"No, I'd rather talk to you." He said as he came over and sat next to her. Y/n smiled weakly at him and quietly rested her head on his shoulder.

“By the way, are you okay?" Megumi asked as he reached out and held her hand inbetween their laps.

"Yeah..."

"Really?"

"Yeah, just- just..."

"Bad day?" He offered.

"Yeah. Bad day. Very bad day." She confessed as she tried to somehow bury her head into his shoulder.

"I see."

"Yeah."

"Would you like some tea?"

Y/n laughed at his suggestion. Although she didn't really feel like having tea, she didn't want to perpetually turn him down.

“Sure, why not."

He got up and went to made them tea. Soon enough, it began to rain. Once Megumi was done, he came and sat on the bed, one of his legs folded beneath him, the other hanging down. Y/n, previously at his desk, looking at some textbooks kept there, headed back towards him and sat down in the space between his legs. They drank their tea on the bed itself, something Megumi normally didn't allow. Once they were done drinking their tea, Y/n kept the cups on Megumi's desk and then returned to their initial position.

"I like your hands." She whispered to him as she held one of his in both of hers.

"Yeah?" She could hear the smile in his whisper.

"Yeah. Their very...masculine yet fragile looking." She moved his hand up to kiss it, a slow, hushed movement. She kept it against her mouth even after it.

"I like your hair," he told her, "they remind of that river we saw on our mission to Kyoto."

"Why do they remind you of a river?"

"I don't really know. I suppose it's because you insisted on collecting rocks from it once the task at hand was done. Itadori was very enthusiastic and threw water all over you. Some of your locks stuck to your face."

"Megumi, that was six months ago." She chuckled.

"The sun was directly on you and you were laughing and throwing water back at Itadori. I was reminded of that one song you like," He paused for a bit. "Daylight. That Taylor swift song."

Y/n closed her eyes, rabid butterflies flying aimlessly in her stomach.

"I love you." She whispered as she moved her face towards his, slowly locking in their lips.

"I love you too." She heard him mumble over her lips. He rested his lips atop hers even when the kiss was over. The rain escalated, a thunder boom triumphant over the heart beat in her ears. Y/n pushed herself deeper into his embrace, wanting his warmth to engulf her. Megumi softly fell on the bed response, now holding holding her next to him, both their feets still hanging from the bed's ledge. They stayed that way for a while.

"Do you want to stay the night?"

Although they weren't actually given any information regarding staying over at each others dorms, especially if they were of the opposite sex, y/n felt it went as an unsaid rule. Not that it mattered. She had stayed over Megumi's plenty of times before.

"I would like that very much." She pressed her lips at his once more. Megumi sat up, pulling her up along with him. He kissed her once more.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, okay?" He informed her. She nodded and laid down on his bed again. This time properly though- with her head on the pillow and a big blanked over her. Megumi joined her soon enough, his head somewhere infront  her own, his arms holding her loosely, but firmly. He fell asleep that way, her breaths sofly fanning his cupids bow.

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"Gumi?" Y/n muttered incoherently. She had been awake for around thirty minutes now, her thoughts keeping her company and Megumi keeping her warm.

"Hmm?" He mumbled in response, his voice muffled. She had thought spending time would make her alright but thirty minutes of remembering yesterday had bought it back to her. Megumi's voice softened something inside her and suddenly her vision was blurry and soon enough her face was wet. Megumi suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her. She could see him physically panic. He wasn't very sure on handle such situations.

"Hey," he said and hugged her.

"You know, I really, really hate myself." She said said gave out a helpless laugh amidst her tears.

"Then...do you think you'd let me love you for the both of us?"

Y/n could only sniff in reply.

They stated that way for a long, long while. Y/n wallowing while Megumi held her.

"Do you feel any better now?" He asked as he caressed her cheeks.

"I do. Thank you." She leaned into his touch.

"Well then. Let's get you something to eat? If you don't feel like seeing the others I can grab something and bring it back for you."

"No, it's fine. I don't want the others getting suspicious. Can we go to my room first so that I can change into my uniform?"

On the way to the cafeteria, Megumi held y/n's hand. Not dropping it even when an intrigued Gojo in the hallway laughed at him.

"Hey lovebirds!" Panda greeted you both enthusiastically upon entering. Nobara shifted her chair a little so you had space to sit next to her. Itadori explained the plot of some movie he had watched to all of you.

And you watched as the daylight filtered in through the window and fell on your table, making everyone glow a little. And maybe, just maybe, you could step into their familiar hue and let go of your self hatred. Under the table, you interlocked your fingers with Nobara and grinned at Megumi.

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[suzukiblu]

Okay, this is only kinda a joke, but Gender? I hardly Know her makes me think of "The Bro Duet," by George Salazar because it has the whole "no homo" theme which is basically Tim who is "straight" so it definitely doesn't count if he has sex with his guy best friend as a girl, right?

Robin mumbles dazed incoherence into his shoulder and Bart laughs breathlessly before his voice breaks off into a groan as Kon clutches up around him again, and they both end up shuddering out another orgasm before they finally get around to stopping. Robin just stays between them, lying heavy and still on top of Kon, and Bart slumps over on top of him himself pretty quick after he comes. 

Kon idly considers squirming out from under the pair of them and spending a couple hours riding Slobo's dick. The thought is tempting, but definitely greedy. 

Besides, this is pretty nice. Like, he likes having Robin and Bart both halfway to passed out on top of him like this. It's . . . he doesn't know, comfy or whatever. 

Though it’s definitely going to make switching back to dude-ness difficult, because there sure is something about being all fucked and filthy and literally dripping with both of their come. Like–that’s a whole thing he did not know he was gonna be so into, before he went and got himself a cunt to get all fucked and filthy via. 

He wonders if getting it up the ass feels this good too, and if he could actually manage to stay non-“reproductively-compatible” long enough to enjoy it. Well, technically it’s not like he couldn’t take it up the ass either way, but he’s just real curious about his prostate. 

Maybe if one of the girls feels like rocking a strap for a little while . . . 

He’d definitely be willing to make it worth their while.

#anonymous #wip: gender? I hardly know her!!

[haterbracket]

A BRACKET FOR THE HATERS

Sick of polls about heroes and duos? Want a poll about guys who hate? Guys who loathe? Guys whose raison d'être is just to suck, like, so bad?

INTRODUCING: the Hater Bracket, a single-elimination competition to find the Biggest Hater in All of Fiction. Your Iagos, your Yzmas, your Syndromes, your GLaDOSes: characters whose primary motivation is a grudge against one specific person or group for some (perceived) slight—the pettier the better.

Entrants will be judged on:

Proactivity: ok, so they're a hater, but what do they do about it? Anyone can hate, but a true hater puts everything they have into their effort to screw over the person who's wronged them.

Pettiness: how "wronged" has this person been, anyways? Did the object of their hatred kill their entire family in front of them, or were they just less than perfectly 100% accommodating once and the hater has literally never gotten over it?

Successfulness: is a successful hater or a failed one a "better" hater? You be the judge!

Overall panache: The "x factor" of haterness. Did they hate with swag? Were they super eloquent in their monologue that basically boiled down to "oh my god I hate that guy SO MUCH"? If not, was it at least funny to watch them fume incoherently?

Submit a hater here. Nominations are closed; you can still submit through the ask box, but we reserve the right to point and laugh at you if you do.

FAQ below the cut.

FAQ:

How do I navigate this blog? With the tags! #mod post - housekeeping stuff #hater polls - bracket polls #hatemail - asks #haterprop - propaganda (asks and reblogs) #hb off topic - anything that isn’t housekeeping or a poll

How will competitors be selected? Mod discretion. Note that we will be more likely to select haters that we either know, have friends who know, or that come with a good explanation of their hater-ness (that is verifiable by google) in the submission. Stuffing the ballot box, as it were, will have zero effect, since the bracket is not selected by number of nominations.

How many characters can I submit? As many as you like.

Can I submit real people? No. This is a bracket for fictional haters. Real-life haters are way less cool and fun anyways.

Note: Real people who have been sufficiently fictionalized (either in one piece of media, or multiple), and real people who play a public “persona” that is separated from their actual private life & beliefs do qualify for the purposes of this tournament.

What about [MCYT/celebrities/other thing where people play ambiguously fictionalized versions of themselves]? Sure, but if we think it isn’t sufficiently fictionalized, we won't include it.

What about...? Submit it if you want! In the worst case I simply won't include it, in the best case I will.

How many submissions has _ gotten? We will release a full tally of submissions after nominations close. We are working on tallying up all the submissions! We will post a full list once we’ve cleaned it up sufficiently. Until then, we will not be answering any questions about how many nominations any particular character has gotten.

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[rthko]

Anyway we kind of do need to gatekeep queer radicalism. Maybe it's not even my gate to keep but someone needs to. Because I have no problem with "privileged gays" discourse when it comes from people who actually know what they're talking about. For instance, the inconvenient truth is that white queer people have historically made great gentrifiers. An underclass whose members can come from any background (including otherwise privileged backgrounds) that's associated with the arts and is less likely to have kids and worry about the "school quality" as a factor in where they move? Yeah, it makes sense in a cynical way. Then you log onto Twitter and the ways people talk about privilege in the gay community is just dizzyingly incoherent. "Stream my favorite pop star, the fans of this other pop star are just 'white gays.'" Some white boy tweeting "we need to urgently address the toxic privilege of the cis white gay community [some guy ghosted me]." The "out of the bars and into the streets" radicalism appropriated by people who are doing no activism whatsoever themselves and are just jealous of gay people with social lives. It is all so opportunistic and self serving. I am also not opposed to addressing cis-ness as an axis of privilege gay men can benefit from but people online talk about it in a way that makes it sound literally inconceivable that gay men could be dysphoric or alienated from "manhood" as a whole or that our gender nonconformity comes from a place of wanting to reject it and exorcise our demons rather than "making a mockery of femininity." What I'm saying is that people should start going outside and reading books.

[incorrectmahabharatquotes]

hello, this is may be incoherent or long so apologies.

how do you reconcile with subscribing to hinduism in any way despite the horrific violence and atrocities it propagates? i was raised hindu (but I’m now a staunch atheist) and i was never religious but like you all i did enjoy the myths and the characters in it. but that was before i became politically conscious and came to know about the suffering wreaked by the caste system and the insanity of hindutva. hindutva ideology is so widespread now, casteism shows no signs of reducing and both are irretrievably linked to hindu gods and practices. i know none of the major world religions can claim to be unproblematic but as an indian, hinduism is the biggest problem, so to speak. reading works of Dr Ambedkar and Periyar only reaffirmed my beliefs that hinduism is extremely oppressive and dangerous. ik you all are aware of the oppression and are anti hindutva and anti caste but still have you faced dissonance by continuing to positively interact with hinduism despite this?

i don’t mean any offense, i am genuinely curious.

Hi, yes, I have 100% faced this dissonance. There was an extended point in time when I sort of backed away from engaging with mythology only because of the dissonance i was experiencing with regards to interacting with the myths. That really gave me some time to think through why I felt so uncomfortable with this.

But now I intend to engage whole heartedly because- in the end they're all stories. Stories which have gone through few hundreds of years of oral traditions, stories which contain the morals and values of yesterday. Whether or not they were 'itihasa' is no longer relevant because these stories have passed through the hands of many people.

I almost feel like its my duty now to imbibe a different kind of meaning to these stories. One which breaks down the 'holy' ness of them and gives a new lens through which to look at the characters. If you have noticed, Hindu gods are used as tools to justify some of the most heinous behaviours while practicing Hinduism. I'm just.....participating in a more creative process where we make our OWN meaning of the myths. Its one way I'm able to make peace with this.

-Mod G

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[starleska]

i have RETURNED from the Five Nights at Freddy's movie and am so HAPPY!!!! 🙈🙈🙈 spoilery incoherent brain scrambly thoughts under the cut!!!!!!

ohhhh man this movie was made so much with fans in mind!!! i know critics are kind of massively missing the point but all the fans there were clearly having a blast, and i certainly was;;;; and it's so lovingly made too!!! honestly i just adored every second of it. the story, the acting, the jumpscares...and all those great little nods to the games and wider lore!!!! god, the animatronics. huuuge props to the Jim Henson Creature Shop for how wonderfully made the animatronics were, they were so true to the games and actually unsettling!!! and ohhh Matthew Lillard was eating it up as William Afton...we knew from the second he was cast that he'd be perfect, and he was!!! the springlock scene was absolutely brutal.....💀 seeing MatPat nearly gave me a stroke. specifically seeing MatPat, whose character is named Ness, and who said 'it's just a theory'...oh my god the theatre was rolling 😂😂😂 and hearing The Living Tombstone's song at the end...wow. i feel transported back nine years. 💖

#everyone do yourselves a favour and go watch it #fnaf movie spoilers #five nights at freddy's movie spoilers #five nights at freddy's spoilers #fnaf spoilers #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #starleskatalks