#ab: a glimpse of the mindset

[makelemonade]

BEST FRIENDS TO FUCK FRIENDS - GENSHIN MEN

Warnings; NSFW, (18+), Female Reader, implied to have a big chest (not crazy big like be realistic) and a GYATT (sorry), p in v sex, seductiveness, implied squiring, a little sprinkle of degradation (use of the word “slut”), Semi-Public, unwanted pics (He wanted them), mentions of jerking off/masturbation, sinful thoughts of your best friend, raw sex, idk tell me if I missed anything, HORRIBLY WRITTEN SMUT. ITS SO BAD.

Notes; I was supposed to write this for Thoma originally so if this name is somewhere in here…ignore it. If you like this, support me on kofi! Link in masterlist!

You’ve been his best friend since secondary school, and you couldn’t deny the feelings you had for him within high school.

You always denied it though, because you just couldn’t ruin the friendship. But, now you’re both in university, stuff changes and you definitely grew some stuff..

Your feelings for him turn into sexual desires when you realize it’s been a long time since you’ve done anything. You’ve been so occupied with university that you couldn’t even spend some time on yourself…

What sets everything off is when he invites you to his house in the spring to swim. Seeing those abs and the water dripping off his chest…holy shit. Is it bad you wanted to lick all that water off or?

You bring up the topic of friends with benefits, but not between you two (yet), just what he thinks of it.

When he isn’t opposed to one with a friend, that’s what changes your mindset completely. You knew he wasn’t the best at making those type of moves, but with your assets…

It starts a week later when you ask to sleepover at his house after a party. He agrees.

This is gonna sound crazy, but you purposely puked over yourself by drinking too much so he could give you his shirt. You decided, that not wearing any shorts was now your way of sleeping!

So, here you were in his room, in his shirt, black underwear that was hardly covered, and a bed for the both of you to share.

He gulped, lingering for a while but said nothing and just got into bed. He was gonna think about your ass for a while.

You got in beside him, and maybe an hour later if he’s asleep and you’re not, you’ll secretly inch yourself closer to him, so when he wakes up and finds your hardly covered ass rubbing against him, he’ll have to go to the bathroom.

What sets him off completely is in the morning when you stretch, your arms going up and exposing your bare legs and stomach. He couldn’t stop staring.

The next step isn’t too far away; Maybe 2 weeks later. He invited you to come for a swim again, and this one was a hard decision between a bikini or a horribly fabricated shirt that exposed everything.

You decided to go for a bikini that didn’t have the best fabric, so when it got wet…

“A bikini?” He spoke. “What happened to your shorts and shirts?” You usually never went with bikinis, if it wasn’t obvious already.

You shrugged. “Change of habit.”

The cold water made your nipples pop, going through the fabric completely. Did I mention the bikini was also white?

This, is what gets him thinking about you a lot from now on.

Later in the week you’re FaceTiming him, and he noticed the change in clothes. You’re wearing a dress from HIGH SCHOOL. It was so small that the side of your breasts were out.

He had no shame in hiding the fact he was staring at them the entire FaceTime.

In the middle of taking, you pretended to drop your phone by your leg, but he didn’t expect that when you’d pick it up, he’d catch a glimpse of his favourite colour as your tight panties before you quickly moved the phone back up.

He has to hang up 5 minutes later.

Now, your next idea is gonna sound absolutely horrible.

You took pictures of yourself, none of you naked but had a sexy lingerie set in his favourite colour and sent them to him on Messages

And 2 seconds later you’re spamming him on Snapchat,

DON’T OPEN MY IMESSAGE

IGNORE IT

I DIDN’T MEAN TO SEND IT TO YOU.

Now, he’s curious, so of course he tells you he won’t look and says he’ll delete the chat.

But really he’ll save them to his phone and definitely jerk off to them.

Now, the next step is the final step, and takes the most courage.

You invite him out to the club, wearing a sexy right black dress that showed your curves perfectly.

Since this was gonna take up a lot of courage, you took maximum 2 shots to get your mindset a little changed for this.

He takes the same amount you do, and you’ve both been to multiple parties where you’ve gotten blackout drunk; 2 shots would make sure you’d remember everything.

When the both of you make your way to the dance floor, you’re shaking, but you keep telling yourself you can do this.

The next song plays and you’re both dancing together,

And the next thing he knew, you’ve turned around and you’re grinding your ass right on his pelvis. He freezes for a bit, and you’re scared; Have you gone too far?

But suddenly, his hands are on your hips and he’s moving the two of you to the rhythm, keeping your ass pressed against him.

You dance like this for another minute or 2 and then he moves his arms up around your waist, pulling your back against his chest as he starts to kiss your neck, sucking on it.

You let out moans, wishing he could hear them.

One hand makes its way up to grope your tit, he could already feel your nipple with how tight your dress was. “No bra?” He spoke into your ear so seductively, making you whimper.

He then grab your arms, dragging you to the washroom.

~~~

The small washroom mirror is steamed as your pressed against it, sat atop the sink, the both of you sloppily making out as his dick pushed in and out of of your cunt, your fluids dripping all over your thighs.

“Fucking slut,” He grunted, throwing his head back at the pure bliss. “You knew what you’ve been doing, haven’t you? All those, fuck, pictures? The bikini?”

You just grinned, tongue lolling out as your eyes rolled back into your head. “Nghh- fuck!”

He slapped the side of your ass, “Tell me how much of a slut you are, since you wanna be treated like one”

“Mmm- FUCK! I’m a slut, I’m your fucking slut, nghh~!”

“Good girl,” He panted, fucking into you harder. “I dreamed of this.” He groaned, laughing. “Fucking this tight pussy. It-fuck! Belongs to me now.”

Somehow, his thrusts became even harder, making you scream as you clawed at this back, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. “Don’t stop!”

“Scream louder, maybe you’ll beat the music,” He snorted, and you wanted to slap the grin off his face, but you’re met with pure bliss as you meet your high.

“I’m cumming!Imcummingimcumming!”

You screamed as your fluids gushed all over his pelvis and he kept fucking into you. Maybe you beat the music.

It didn’t take long until he came into you. Ropes of his warm seed plastering your insides. He panted, resting his head on your shoulder.

You both stayed like that for a few minutes, the both of you too overstimulated to move.

At some point he pulled out, making you whine. His cum was starting to spill out and he shook his head, shoving 2 fingers in.

“Let’s go back to my place, I’m not done with you yet.”

-THOMA, ITTO, ALHAITHAM, KAVEH, AYATO, Tighnari, Albedo, CYNO, CHILDE, Pantalone, DILUC, Kaeya, ZHONGLI, Xiao, NEUVILLETTE, Wriothesly

[dcbbw]

The Rules

I have Christmas asks, unfinished WIPs that I absolutely need to complete by the end of the year, and stories I WANT to write/update, but here I am with yet another story absolutely NO ONE asked for. It’s me dipping my toe into the Horrible Riley pool.  

You know, the MCs that are either an unapologetic bitch using any means necessary to get what she wants, or the social climbing, gold-digging crown chaser fucking her way through Court in her quest for bigger and better. (Take that how you will) 

However, I failed miserably at my goal; while this is a Riley unlike any I have written before, she isn’t horrible. She’s broken, hiding herself behind rules and walls; another exploration that has been done before.   

It is my hope that this story and my take on this character’s development proves to be both interesting and entertaining without stepping on people’s toes.  

So, let’s flip the fairytale shall we, and once again meet a Riley Brooks with a different mindset, perspective, and take on Cordonian Court.  

THANK YOU to all who read this over in part, and a special shoutout to @ao719 for the final read-through and assuring me it makes sense. THANK YOU to all who will read this story; your likes, commentary, and reblogs are appreciated more than you know.  

Please excuse any typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. MS Editor rates this story 97% error-free.  

Rating this story M for mature themes and subject matter

PS—It goes without saying that this is yet another Liam/Riley AU from me, and it’s a one-shot.  

All characters belong to Pixelberry. 

Song inspo: Hard Times, Ethel Cain 

Word Count: 3,490 

My heeled shoes glide along the highly polished, gold-veined marble flooring in step with my husband, King Liam of Cordonia. The music from the orchestra fills the air, Liam’s murmured sweet nothings fill my ear. 

He smells of mouthwash, expensive cologne, and the smell that is uniquely him.  A smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes curves the edges of my lips as we move as one amongst the dancers.  

I wish I could be happy. 

His grip on my hand tightens as the palm splayed against the small of my back pulls me even closer to him; I smell the starch in his shirt. He has just twirled me when Olivia Nevrakis walks up to us, smiling prettily at her King as she asks if she can cut in. I see the refusal in his eyes, but hear his lips acquiesce.  

I step away slightly, allowing the Duchess just enough room to slide into the spot I vacated. Before I take my leave, I give the couple a last glance. Liam’s eyes are filled with apology and regret; Olivia gives me a triumphant glare.  

I give zero fucks. I gave up on Cordonia a long time ago. It was no longer a fairy tale; it was an opportunity. One I was determined to take full advantage of.  

The tap of my heels as I maneuver my way across the dance floor is swallowed by the sounds of chatter and the clinking of glassware. I stop at the bar and request a whisky sour. I feel the eyes of Court upon my frame, as they have been since I arrived in this tiny Mediterranean country. I hear whispers of American throughout the snippets of conversation I’m privy to as I wait for my drink.  

It isn’t a compliment.  

I am adjusting the bell sleeve of my red velvet gown when the bartender places my drink in front of me. It has a draped scoop neck that teases with peek-a-boo glimpses of cleavage; there is a plunging v-back that showcases my very bountiful ass.  

I am standing before the floor-length three-way mirror in my bedroom’s walk-in closet, carefully inspecting my image when Liam comes up behind me. He’s dressed from the waist down: Black tuxedo pants, black silk socks, and black wingtips so polished, the overhead lighting reflects from them.  

“Where’s your shirt?” I ask in a strangled voice as my eyes travel the planes of his chest and abs.   

“You’re beautiful,” he breathes against my cheek as his arms clasp about my waist.  

I roll my eyes in embarrassment. I’m not unattractive, but like most women, I use cosmetics to enhance what nature gave me.  

His long, strong fingers begin peeling the dress from my shoulders and eventually my unfettered breasts. My body shivers beneath his touch. His head lowers so he can gently nip the skin of my neck; his hair is damp against my flesh. “What is it you desire, my love? Ask, and it shall be yours,” he entreats with hitched breath.  

I lean my neck to the side to grant him greater access as I reply. “A pair of diamond earrings and a shopping trip in Paris.” 

Rule #1: Assign a value to yourself. Men never see your worth, so you have to.  

“The jet will be ready first thing in the morning,” he promises as his erection springs forth from his undone zipper.  

More of the dress is peeled away until my buttocks are exposed. I feel Liam tug at my thong, rolling them down my legs. He sinks to his knees, spreading my ass cheeks apart as his tongue snakes into my forbidden hole.  

He says he loves me, but I know he doesn’t. Not really.  

No one loves a whore.  

 I’m just different: foreigner, commoner, woman of color. New and different have expiration dates. Once the unknown becomes the familiar, he’ll move on to someone else. 

He thinks I don’t care that he’s royal, but I do. How can I not? The trick is to make him think I don’t. The less I ask for, the more he offers. I have cars, properties, jewels, and wealth beyond anyone’s imagination, but it wasn’t freely given.  

Even marriage is quid pro quo.  

Liam moans my name as his hand slides along his length.  

He’s quid. 

He rises and settles his palms firmly on my hips as his hardness invades my sex.  

I’m quo. 

His thrusts are slow, deliberate; his fingers twirl and tweak my nipples. I stay silent as I undulate my hips against his groin. Cries of delight and moans of pleasure choke in my throat.  

Rule #2: Don’t allow yourself to enjoy the experience. Men pay to get their rocks off, not yours.  

I watch it all in the mirror as I count backwards from 100.  

I smile an acknowledgement to the worker before turning to leave; I bump into Drake Walker who has sidled up next to me. I arch a brow to hide my dismay at the unexpected meeting. I don’t like Drake Walker.  

I find him to be a hypocrite.  A whiny hypocrite, constantly complaining about nobility and their ways, yet he makes sure to surround himself with them.  

His only forms of rebellion are to wear denim to their functions, drink their liquor, and silently judge them from back walls and dark corners.  

He says he stays for Liam ... to shield the King from the den of vipers that is Court, but I don’t see what protection he offers. He’s not present at meetings, he isn’t standing guard outside doors … hell, he’s rarely with Liam. 

He says Court owes him for the death of his father.  

My question is: Why?  

He was offered every advantage after his father’s death: growing up in a Palace, the best education possible for free. He was clothed, fed, and had a roof over his head. AND all he had to do was wake up every morning.  

Unlike me, who grew up in a roach and rat infested two-room tenement with a mother who worked three jobs at minimum wage and was brutally robbed, raped, and murdered for the grand sum of $67 when I was fourteen. 

I never knew my father; I doubt my mother did either. I’m a street urchin who survived on street smarts and … attributes, guided by a greasy-haired, gold-toothed Puerto Rican pimp named Luis.  

I had no family, no one to catch my abrupt fall from the semblance of stability I had grown up with. Rather than get lost in a broken system, I chose to get swallowed by the mean streets.  

I don’t even have a high school diploma.  

But I follow the rules. 

Drake had the chance for a college education, which he squandered. He says he gave up his life for Liam’s, but Liam insists he begged Drake to return to America. I guess being the Cordonian Commoner was an easier option than actually making something of himself in America.  

He isn’t even an opportunist. Drake Walker is a complete slacker. I don’t respect that. I respect the hustle, the drive, the ambition.  

I work every day including holidays and weekends, and perhaps harder now that I’m in Cordonia. The only difference is it doesn’t always involve being on my back or my knees.  

No, he isn’t my favorite person in this Godforsaken place, but damn, can Drake Walker fuck.  

Court is back in Applewood the evening of the symbolic foxhunt. Despite a hot bath liberally doused with liniment, my entire body aches. I am wearing a dressing gown over a peach satin camisole as I sit before my vanity, running a brush through my thick tresses. Despite the earliness of the hour, my bed is already turned down. 

Music from one of my many playlists drifts from my phone’s speakers, and I am humming along when I hear the doorknob rattle before my room door swings open. I am on my feet, a vase filled with fresh flowers and water hefted above my head, when Drake Walker crosses the doorway.  

Rule #3: Know how to protect yourself and expect the unexpected.  

He stops his steps, hands held up in a gesture of capitulation and his eyes wide. “What the FUCK, Brooks?” he yells.  

“What are you doing in here?” I question angrily, still holding onto the makeshift weapon threateningly.  

He slowly lowers his hands as the back of his shoe kicks the door shut. “Why isn’t your door locked?” he counters.  

“I lock it before I get in bed,” I grumble as I set the vase back on the table.  

“I check all the doors before I retire to my room for the evening. Applewood is old and maintenance isn’t what it used to be. Some of these locks are faulty, so I check them all.” 

He sits on the edge of my bed; I don’t like it but say nothing. The less I say, the sooner he’ll leave.  

“I do earn my keep around here, y’know.” 

“Oh, turning doorknobs definitely screams ‘useful member of society’.” 

His jaw clenches as his brown eyes narrow. “Look, I don’t know what you have against me …” 

I throw the brush down harshly against the vanity’s top. “It isn’t ME! It’s YOU! Since the day we met, you have done nothing but belittle, demean, and distrust me! And I have done absolutely NOTHING to warrant your opinion and judgement of me!” 

He stares at me moodily. I return his gaze, my chest heaving from emotion and exertion. His eyes travel from my face to my bosom, and I know why.  

I’m not wearing makeup. I’m ordinary.  

My breasts, however, are extraordinary: perky and firm with large areolas, elongated nipples. They don’t need rouge and kohl and lipstick. 

Drake has always been one to go for pretty.  

That night at the dive bar in Brooklyn, he alternated between ignoring me or outright dismissing me when I was the waitress; yet, when I was the tour guide wearing my tight dress and heels and painted face … he couldn’t keep his eyes off me.  

Drake needs visual stimulation, something to catch both his eye and attention.  

“I’m protecting you,” he mumbled, his gaze now trained on the floor.  

I rise from my chair; fuck my hair, I’ll do it in the morning. I stomp loudly across the floor until I’m standing directly in front of Drake and holler, “FROM WHAT?”  

He looks up quickly, and I see the brown in his eyes has deepened. His arms abruptly wrap around my waist, his palms sliding down the robe’s slippery fabric as he pulls me onto his lap.  

“This,” he whispers as his mouth covers mine and his tongue enters my mouth. 

It isn’t unpleasant. In fact, I could get used to this.  

His fingertips tiptoe along my spine as our heads turn and tongues intertwine; I feel myself slipping under, giving in to the feelings of want and lust; I quickly pull myself back.  

He has nothing of value to offer. He isn’t an opportunity.  

Rule #4: Men don’t respect women who give it up for free. 

I can’t be the next notch on Drake Walker’s bedpost with nothing to show for it but a wet ass. 

But … if he has nothing of value, and I remove mine … I’d be free.  

To enjoy. To experience. To scream.  

To orgasm.  

I deepen the kiss as I tell myself Drake is a treat to myself. An indulgence.  

A one-time indulgence with a big dick and nimble fingers. 

We both still hate me for rejecting his subsequent advances.  

“Where’re you headed, Your Majesty?” he drawls in a snarky tone. He doesn’t bother to hide his disdain at me becoming one of them.  

I ignore the way his eyes rake over my body, the way my center responds to his appraisal. I step around him primly, my drink clutched in my curled hand.  

“To get some air,” I reply curtly.  

I feel his eyes on my ass as I walk away. “You’re showing a lot of skin. Don’t catch cold,” he advises.  

I don’t make it very far before I am accosted by the Brothers Beaumont. My eyes roll heavenward as they greet me, each with free glasses of my expensive liquor in their hands. They both owe me BIG TIME, and I am still debating what I wish to collect as payment.  

Except everything they now have is due to me. And my attributes.  

Maxwell, who lied to me about the entire social season. It wasn’t an adventure; it was an ordeal. He neglected to tell me he and his house were as poor as church mice, and that I would have to come out of pocket for nearly every expense. He promised to repay me when the social season was over. 

When, against all odds, I did accept Liam’s proposal, Maxwell then proceeded to make a small Hollywood fortune on MY story … and has yet to offer me one fucking dime.  

On top of that, he got brand new on not only me, but Liam as well.  

I admire the hustle, but not when it’s at my expense.  

Bertrand, who talked nothing but shit about me from Day One, paraded me about and pimped me out to bring finance and fame upon HIS house, then begged me to help him win over the love of his life, Savannah Walker.  

Drake’s sister.  

A commoner.  

The irony is not lost on me.  

I wonder if they knew my … differences would be the advantage they needed to get back in Court’s good graces, and that is why Maxwell was so insistent I return with him.  

But I don’t have time for them; I need to escape this room, these people. I give them a false smile and tenuous promises that we’ll talk over dinner and continue along my path. From the corner of my eye, I see Penelope, Olivia, Madeleine, and Neville huddled together, sipping champagne as their eyes flit about the room and their lips move.  

I catch Madeleine’s eye and deliberately slow my gait to ensure they all get a good look at me.  

Pretentious bitches. 

Olivia holds my gaze the longest but is the first to break our staring contest. The Duchess of Lythikos, wrapped in insecurity and shrouded in infamy, is perplexed at what anyone could possibly see in me when Penelope had lineage, Madeleine held pedigrees and titles in two countries, and Olivia herself was RIGHT THERE … drops her gaze like the coward she is.  

Who’s the commoner now? 

There’s a sneer on Neville’s lips, but his eyes are curious as he studies my body poured into the red dress. He doesn’t bother to hide neither his disdain nor his desire.  

None of these Cordonians do.  

Sometimes, when the night is quietest, I wonder if I’m simply too full of myself; maybe, just maybe these people do find me interesting and funny and my blunt observations of how the world works refreshing.  

And then I come back to reality.  

I have nothing to offer but my body and Maybelline-enhanced looks. While I closely follow politics and international news, and am a voracious reader at times, all I have is a 10th grade education, a body count that would make most folks faint, and know how to serve food.  

They wonder what the King sees in me. They assume to know what I see in him.  

I don’t belong here, and we all know it. But they need me.  

I hold the advantage, the advancement they seek. And it’s between my legs. The Promised Land rests upon my shoulders, and the entrance lies between my thighs. It both confuses and infuriates them that if they could just touch, sniff, taste it … they would be even more exalted than they already were.  

I hate this place.  

Even if I deigned to help them climb one more rung up the social ladder, what can they offer me of value? 

I married the King.  

Which is why they want me.  

To use me even further.  

I mask my insecurity with a curt nod to the small group as I pass them. They reluctantly bow their heads in acknowledgement of their Queen.  

Rule #6: Don’t ever let them see your weaknesses.  

My steps become brisker, quicker as the terrace doors come into view; protocol dictates I keep my head up, but my eyes stare straight ahead. The less people I make eye contact with, the fewer I have to deal with.  

Rule # 7: Mind your business, not everyone else’s.  

The air is stiff and cool against my back as I stare up at the full moon; I breathe contentedly as it bathes my body in its pale light. I enjoy the stolen moments alone; they’re a rarity in my new life. It’s not that I mind crowds; what I don’t like is being the center of attention.  

Unwanted attention.  

I slowly nurse my drink as I look out over the garden maze. I wonder about Liam’s mother, what type of woman she was. She had vision if the magnificent garden is any indication.  

I wonder about Daniel, my one true friend in all the world; is he okay? Would he recognize me now? I don’t look the same, I don’t even smell the same.  

I’m an imposter, playing a role I’m ill-suited for.  

I don’t hear Liam approach me, but I feel his nearness. He emanates an energy that ignites a heat within me.  

“I’ve been looking for you,” he says softly as he sets his glass of scotch on the stone ledge.  

“I needed air before dinner,” I explain.  

He nods, his eyes trained on the lush rosebushes below. “Riley, are you unhappy?” 

I look over at him; his profile is in shadow, and I cannot read his expression. I quickly swallow a gulp of alcohol before answering. “No.”  

It isn’t a complete lie.  

“Why do you ask?” 

“I realize nobility is … different and can be difficult for an outsider to navigate. I have spoken to the most senior members of both Court and Council, and you should find them to be more … helpful going forward. And with our courtship being an unorthodox whirlwind, I just …” 

He breaks off as he lifts his glass to his lips. He studies the amber liquid for a moment before setting the tumbler back down. “We don’t talk. Not about matters of substance.” 

I stare at him. The rules dictate that I don’t speak on matters of importance; men want my body, not my brains. I sit prettily, make noncommittal comments, and nod my head in agreement while I wait to part my lips or spread my legs.  

I know coitus, not communication.  

“What … what do you want to talk about?” I ask as my stomach twists nervously.  

I’m certain that he’s ending the marriage.  

New and different have expiration dates.  

I feel an inexplicable disappointment at the thought. 

He turns his head so I can see fully into his face. His expression is almost tormented, his eyes inscrutable.  

“I am your husband. You are my wife. I’m in love with you but know hardly anything about you! When I touch you, you tremble as if afraid or … repulsed.”  

I hear the crack in his voice as his head drops. 

“If you know nothing about me, how can you be in love with me?” I ask quietly. “Sex isn’t love.” 

His head lifts quickly, and his words tumble from his lips. “With you, I feel alive! I feel possibility! Your touch both soothes and calms me. When I see your face, I feel as if I can take on the world. The courage it must have taken to give up your life to take a chance on a stranger; the strength you must have to endure Court day in and day out … it’s an inspiration. My inspiration!” 

His fingers comb through his hair as he worries his lower lip. “Maybe … maybe that isn’t love at all, but I’m willing to find out. But I need you to give me … give us ... a chance.” 

I hold his gaze, my lower lip trembling. I set my tumbler carefully on the balustrade before wrapping my arms around myself as I desperately think of an acceptable answer.  

“You’re chilled,” he incorrectly surmises as he steps closer to me to pull into an embrace.  

“Riley,” his breath whispers through my tresses, “how do you feel about me? Truly.” 

My eyes close briefly; I feel a tear make its way down my powdered cheek.  

If only Court weren’t such a shitshow.  

If only I were worthy.  

If only there were no rules.  

I press my cheek into the crook of his neck; my arms tighten about his waist.   

“You make me want to break the rules.” 

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[kmp78]

"Even if she live in a big house, is that mean that she don t have the right to have moments of her own? Is that mean that she s not tired because her child.u

Go working to win your money and stop to hate people who work and who have money!"

Anon needs to get some sense! CB isn't a working class single mother. Everything about her living and working conditions screams privileged, not even she would deny that. Anon will never be rich like that, no matter how hard they work. It's systemic. And rich people mindset really sucks. Once they get millionaires, they turn on the poor 99% of global population and tend to have thoughts of supremacy and get enamoured with fascist talking points and ideology, as you can see with EW. But it's us 99% who will bear the brunt of it, not them. No allies.

CB is clearly not "tired because of her child". Her one child. Anon sure stalks her Instagram, they will see she's fine. She'll always be fine. Maybe the child makes it a little more complicated to have vacations in a bikini with SD or his lookalike JL. That can be very annoying indeed.

That toddler is darn cute, he can't yet speak properly, maybe a "miss you mommy" that he not fully understands the concept of, but surely feels, he probably still sh*ts in his pants. He can't function alone, nor should he. So, why instead of parenting him, is she reading books about parenting; why isn't he with her, unlike last year, on a yacht in the Med? His father is probably spending a separate holiday with him (hopefully) and that might be because he's actually separated from his mother. Maybe he sidelined her, maybe she him. Don't dismiss this.

Unless she joins her family now, after the trip, it's latest in August when there'll be a fun third birthday bash for the child on Instagram that you'll get a glimpse if her domestic bliss with AB (BB) is unchanged, and if CB's canoodling with JL (and SD before that) was just a prolonged trip down memory lane to when she was just an unshackled LA hipster girl with daddy issues.

Exactly... 😂😂😂💯

[blackstar95]

The Brothers reaction when MC slaps their ass

Lucifer

As usual, Lucifer listened to some classical music and poured himself a glass of wine to relax a bit.

Once he was done, he brought the glass to his lips and took a sip, savoring the taste.

"Mhm," he hummed to the sound of the melody and blissfully closed his eyes, enjoying the quiet moment he was having.

Much to his dismay, you entered his office without making yourself noticable.

Now dont get me wrong, he loves enjoys your company.

But not when your main goal is to tease him.

An thats exactly what you were doing.

You grinned mischievously as you slowly crept up to him, his back turned to you.

Since he was in his own state of mind, he didn't noticed anything.

That was until you reached your hand out.

In that milisecond, Lucifer's senses were tingling and his eyes shot open, turning around as fast as lightning.

But it was too late.

He only watched as your right hand colided with his left buttcheek, giving it a good squeeze afterwards.

Lucifer jumped and just stared at you in shock, processing what just happend.

And you just stood there with an empty expression, your eyes starring at your palm.

"Wow, your butt is actuallly softer than I thought".

Lucifer furrowed his brows in anger and shook his head.

"MC".

"Yeah?" You asked, looking up at him innocently.

Lucifer had that closed eyed smile with an dark aura surrounding him.

"Now, what made you think this was an good idea, MC?".

You shrugged and slowly walked backwards, shivering nervously "I dont know.. I was just curious?"

"Curious?" He met up with your steps and tilted his head to the side, his smile never leaving

He became dangerously close, making you more nervous than you already are.

You felt your back hitting the wall and your eyes widened.

Oh lord...

Lucifer slammed his palm beside your head, caging you.

You flinched and looked to the ground, feeling suddenly so tiny under him.

Lucifer cupped your cheek and made you look back up at him, a sadistic smile on his lips.

"Such inappropriate behavior should be punished, MC"

I leave the rest up to your imagination.

Mammon

Mammon was walking beside you as always, being practically attached to your hip (nothing new).

You guys were at R.A.D on your way to the cafeteria, since it was break time.

The greedy demon beside you rambled about that new scheme to make money, and you once again had to talk him out of it.

"Ya! It aint a dumb idea!" He protested.

"It is Mammon. Just think about Lucifers reaction and the consequences," you shook your head "Want to hang from the ceiling that bad?".

Mammon only scuffed, turning his head to the side.

You glanced over to him and noticed a visible pout on his lips, making him look like a child.

"Hey, Mammon".

"Hm?" He looked over at you "What's up?".

You raised your hand and reached over for his bottom, smiling sweetly at him.

"Cheer up".

He was about to question you, but before he could even start his sentence, you cutted him off with a real loud smack on his ass.

Mammons stopped dead in his tracks and his eyes widened in shock "W-what?".

Once realisation kicked in, his face flushed in an intsant.

"O-oi, human! Whats the big deal slappin' my butt like that?!". He yelled at you, looking like a fricking tomato.

You couldnt help but let out a few chuckles, highly amused by his reaction.

"Ya! It aint funny!"

Thanks to his loud voice, the whole hallway now knew what just had happened.

Leviathan

Leviathan walked down the stairs to the dining room.

He was really excited because he finally got his hands on the new Ruri-chan merchandise that came out.

"Woaah! I cant believe I got that limited edition figurine!, its SO rare and the new outfit- its just soo angelic-"

Levi being caught in his own ramblings didnt noticed that you were walking beside him.

"And that new hairstyle! I cant believe Ruri-chan could get even more cuter than she already is-"

"Say Levi, to who'm are you talking to?"

"WAh!", Levi jumped slightly at the sound of your voice and almost tripped over his own foot.

"Wha- MC!? How long have you been here!?"

You smiled at him and grabbed his shoulder for support, preventing him from falling down the stairs.

"There there, calm down. I didnt heard much".

Levi let out an sigh of relief and turned to you.

"Yeah right, I mean who would want to listen to an yucky otaku like me?".

You facepalmed in your mind and sighed, he really needs more confidence.

Leviathan kept walking and pitying himself, mumbling random stuff.

He has such a negative mindset.

You walked up behind him not thinking much.

But then you stared at his head and then his back,

Eventually your eyes landed on his bottom.

You smirked to yourself as you just ran past him, giving his butt a hard and loud smack.

Levi yelped in surprise and stood still, overwhelmed with what just had happened.

His hand grabbed his right buttcheek and rubbed it, being too shocked to react.

You turned around and waved at him. "Damn Levi, you really got an nice butt there! Im soo jealous!"

You then disapperaed in the dining room.

Levis brain needed a whole minute to process what just had happened.

And then he became a stuttering mess.

"M-M-MC! W-what was that now?!, h-hey wait!" He hid his flushed face behind the back of his hand as he stumbled after you.

Ngl he was kinda happy you touched him.

Satan

Satan was on kitchen duty, cooking his curry.

He invited you to join and help, so you guys could spend some time together.

And theres no way you would ignore that chance.

So here you were beside him, giving him the ingredients he asks for and making some small talk.

"Did you know that Beel almost ate my hair in his sleep?" You sighed "Im lucky im not bald".

Satan glimpsed at you and raised his eyebrow, shaking his head, "His hunger really doesnt know its limits".

He looked up, "Well speaking of sleep, I had an unpleasant dream last night."

You handed him the spoon and nodded "What was it about?"

Satan sighed, "Beel ate too much and grew to be a giant. He then ate the House of Lamentation, leaving the rest of us homeless".

You laughed, "Why do I have a feeling that could actually happen?"

Satan frowned "He already eats plates, its only a matter of time until he starts eating the walls".

You chuckled, intending to jokingly slap his arm.

But since you werent focused on what you were doing, you didnt notice how your slap landed right on his butt.

Satan dropped the spoon he was holding and looked at you with wide eyes.

"What are you doing?"

You turned to him with an confused expression "Did I do something wrong?"

Satan cocked an eyebrow and leaned his head to the side "You just slapped my butt".

Now its your turn to look at him with wide eyes. "I did what now?".

Satan didnt knew if you were joking or not, and it was kinda ticking him off.

"My butt. You slapped it".

"No I only slapped your arm- ohh wait..." you chuckled.

"What is so funny?" He asked you with furrowed brows.

"Sorry Satan, I wasnt focusing on what I was doing and accidently slapped your butt instead of your arm," You shrugged "My bad".

Satan nodded and turned back to what he was doing "Next time be more careful, or I will return the gesture".

You smirked and leaned over to him "I wouldnt mind that".

He will remember that.

Asmodeus

Asmo was having a mid-life crisis.

He was on one of his diets, because his waist gained 1 millicentimeter.

You assured him that a little more weight always looks good and healthy but he wont listen.

So here you were infront of him, eating one of his favorite Cupcakes.

"MC darling, why do you have to torture me like that?"

He whined "Its not faair!"

You just shrugged "I have another cupcake left for you, but since you're on your little 'diet' I will give it to Beel."

He sighed and dropped his head on the table "Does my pain bring you pleasure?".

You frowned "I-"

Asmo gasps and sat back up straight. "Dont tell me your into that stuff?, Wow!"

He smiled and wiggled in his chair.

You sighed and shook you head "Asmodeus, stop".

He pouted "You're no fun..".

After some time you finally finished the cupcake and Asmodeus had reached his limit.

He watched as you stood up and walk towards to the kitchen.

"Wait, what are you doing?" He also stood up and followed you.

"I will bring the cupcake to Beel-"

"No, wait!" he grabbed your wrist and stared at you.

You looked back at him "What is it, Asmodeus?".

He glimpsed to the side "I dont want him to eat my cupcake.."

You clicked your tounge and pulled him towards you, making him stumble to the side

"What are you doi- AH!" He moaned yelped in surprise as you slapped his ass.

"Just eat that damn Cupcake. Its not like you will gain 10kg from it".

He blushed "Oooooh MC! That really made me excited! How harsh you pulled my wrist-"

You just let go of him and left the room.

"MC where are you going?, you cant just leave me here!"

Beelzebub

Beelzebub asked you to keep him company while working out.

And of course you said yes.

So now you sat there, on the bench with a towel in hand, enjoying the view infront of you.

Beelzebubs biceps flexed as he lifted weights, and his white tanktop was drenched in sweat, making it transparent.

His abs showed through the fabric and you blushed.

How can this man be so big and muscular?

You blinked when he stopped his workout and laid the weights back down.

He grabbed his bottle from the floor and drank from it, taking big gulps.

You decided to stand up and walked over to him.

"Hey, Beel"

Beel lowered the bottle from his mouth and smiled at you "Hey, MC!"

You smiled back, and held the towel in your hand out to him, "Here take this".

"Thanks" He nodded at you and grabbed it, wiping the sweat on his face away.

"So, how is the workout going so far?" You asked couriously.

"Im still warming up" he replied.

You blinked, Still at warming up, huh?.. impressive.

"But im starting to feel hungry..." Beel pouted.

You laughed "You can do it Beelzebub, I believe in you".

He blushed and smiled at you "Thanks, MC!"

So cute.

You nodded and patted his shoulder "Sure".

Beel proceeded to start his warm up again, starting with some sit-ups.

But you had other plans.

"Beel wait!" You ran up to him.

He stopped what he was doing and looked over at you "What is it, MC?"

Before he could fully turn his body to you, he felt a stinging sensitation on his butt.

He looked at you startled, now realising you slapped it.

"Wow Beel, your buttcheeks are pretty hard.. are they made of iron or something?" You hold your hand up to your face.

Beel blushed slightly, not knowing what to do or say.

You just shrugged and turned around, marching towards the bench you were sitting on.

But suddenly, you felt a light clap on your own butt.

You gasped, "What-, Beel?!" You looked behind you and saw him standing there, smiling.

"Your butt feels really soft and nice, MC". he chuckled, "Is that a human thing to do?"

"Beel no-"

Belphegor

Belphegor was taking a nap in the attic, skipping the student council meeting.

And since you were coming late to the meeting due to some complications, Lucifer ordered you to search for Belphie and bring him there along with you.

And thats how you ended up infront of the attic, clearly annoyed.

"Belphegor," you spoke as you opened the door "I know you're in here".

The youngest brother laid on the bed, snoring and cuddling into his cow pillow.

You walked over to him and shook him "Hey Belphegor! Wake up!"

He stirred in his sleep and furrowed his brows.

Eventually he opened one eye and glimpsed at you. "What is it?"

"Lucifer wants me to bring you to the council meeting" you explained.

"Too bad, I wont go" he closed his eyes again. "Why dont you join me?"

"No," you shook your head, "Please, stand up".

He groaned "No, I dont want to go".

Thats it

You grabbed Belphegor by his arms, and turned him on his stomach.

His eyes shot open "Dah! W-what, hey-"

You raised your hand and slapped his ass, the sound of it echoing through the room.

Belphegor jumped and sat up straight, looking at you in disbelief.

"What was that for?!" He blushed

"You should stand up," you crossed your arm over your chest "I asked you nicely but you wont listen".

"Alright..," He closed his eyes "I will go"

You nodded "good"

But before you could turn around, Belphegor grabbed your wrist and laid you over his lap, his hand resting on your butt.

You blushed when you realised what he was doing,

You tried to escape, but his grip on you was too tight.

"Heheh," he chuckled "Time for payback".

"B-belphegor-" you were interrupted by his hand squeezing your left cheek slightly, making you shiver.

Belphegor raised his hand and striked an direct slap on your butt.

He expected you to squeak cutely, but instead a loud moan left your lips.

You quickly sat up and covered your mouth, an massive blush on your face.

Belphegor stared at you with wide eyes,

But after a few seconds he smirked.

"Didnt knew you're into that stuff," he teased you "Im not complaining though".

You just hid your face in his shoulder, too embarassed to look up "Dont tell anyone about this..".

Belphegor chuckled and patted your head "I wont, that would ruin the fun".

He will still tease you about it tho, but just when you guys are alone.

[levisteacup01]

mkay more angsty but fluffy shet about mha (ノ￣ω￣)ノ

not proof readeded lol

TW: PTSD, family/father ab*se, violence, nigtmares

So let’s talk about our traumatized bby Shoto

so ofc I truly believe from the bottom of my heart he has PTSD

like how could he not with the shithead En*vour he is living

he has him that caused his trauma and he has to see him on daily basis

I think that maybe his mother gifted him something odly wired as a child when she was still around

like idk a pin or a photo camera, maybe a shitty reusable box of pills

and he keeps it like is the last thing he will touch

if he ever sees his dad even glancing at it he will go feral

I think he usually have nightmares

Maybe not like out of the blue

on a shitty day when nor you or anyone is around to comfort him

so he just drags himself to bed in that mindset that he is scared to sleep to don’t have a nightmare

If you ever argue with him and you are that tipe of person to slam or break stuff when things get heated he will most certainly flinch and defend himself

or just simply run away crying (pls this breaks my heart)

This boy has tics

like nothing too serious

just like scratching his thumb till it bleeds out of anxiety

or bouncing his leg or tapping the table annoyingly much

Headcanons time✨🫖

You are lying down next to Shoto , he is fast asleep after a long ass training with Izuku .

Tho taking in fact that it’s only 10 pm you can’t sleep, so you just do your thing, idk read a book or something while he snuggles into you

You know sometimes his mind gets cloudy, and as much as he loves you he still can’t always talk about it. He just needs to be in his world to sort things out in his brain, but he knows you are there for him

While paying attention to wherever you were doing he started shaking and tensing up.

Mind you, this is the first time seeing someone experiencing a nightmare

You thought he was having a seizure or something so you gently shook him awake.

He JOLTED up , tears spilling from his eyes. He looked at you for a second until his hand flew to cover his mouth after sprinting to the bathroom and throwing himself over the toilet

You chase after him, really confused about the situation, until it all connects

he had a nightmare

You kneel down next to him and caress a hand over his back until he calms down and he stopped vomiting.

He looked at you trough half lidded eyes still sobbing.

“I-I’m sorry... I know it’s a disgusting sight to see—“

You interrupted him , wiping the corner of his mouth with the nearest towel, carefully like he is about to crack into pices

The silence is kept until you grab another towel and put it under some cold water from the sink

“It’s not. We all have nightmares “ you gently whisper, patting his face and neck with it to calm him down

He starts to sob again, loudly this time.

You waste no time jumping into his lap to hug him. You know holding someone after a nightmare makes it better. And with no hesitation he hugs you back like you are about to disappear.

“When I was younger I had nightmares too, a lot of them. Scared that the monster in my closet will get me.” You tangle your fingers trough the hair at the back of his head to massage his scalp “She hugged me and I started to explain her my nightmares, but she was brave “

He looked up at you with a puzzled look.” Who is she?” he asked softly “Yupu tuck a pice of hair behind his ear “my mom. I loved her, and I still do” you rant to him, trying to distract him about whatever scared him in that awful dream “I visit her every week, tell her about my high school, about my dad and you” you give off a sad smile “tho she could never answer. She is peacefully rested now” Shoto gave an amazed look, you never talked about your family, it was a sensitive topic whenever parents discussion came around. “How was your mom Sho?” you asked planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He took in a sharp inhale and avoided contact “She is in mental hospital, I guess you know the whole story. But... I still love her. She is my— my only mom, she loved me and I ams sure about that..” the fesr in his words was really audible. He daubed that , he was a shitty liar.

“Shoto my love...” You guided his face closer to yours so you could meet his gaze “Whatever happend in you dream—“ you explained caressing a thumb over his scar “those things are just tricks that our mind plays to us, memories that we need to value. You can’t say that you need to be proud of what your relationship became. But it is a memory, that you need to acknowledge that is there, to build yourself without . You can’t keep living in your past” Still, with your pestering, he wasn’t really pleased with it and you picked up on that fact “Now, healing takes time, so I don’t say you to start now, but whenever you decide to , I will be right here to support you every step of the way”

He smiled and kissed you lips a glimpse of happiness in his eyes

“Thank you...”

———————-

Lol this was supposed to be just head cannons

[somebrownie112]

i dont wanna be one for conflict but wow i am so fuckin angry at ARMYs recently? Dont get me wrong i LIKE bts' music and listen to their albums, but the only reason I dont want to full on stan is bec i dont want to get mixed up with the toxic culture that is ARMY.

nctzens, reveluvs, wannables, blinks, stayz, alice, wizones, aroha, monbebe etc we arent perfect either i know but at least we arent needlessly attackin other idols for wat seems to be absolutely no fuckin reason .

recently ive seen twt posts attacking got7's jackson and samuel's recently passed father (rest in peace) and sum of the posts R SO LOW AND INTOLERABLE.

so first, jackson ! Got7 Jackson is such a funny lovable and kind guy, and one part of his personality is his love for exercise and his confidence in his body. Some people want to show their bodies to the world because they are PROUD of what they got and wat theyve achieved. Even if it is a matter of modesty, I FIND IT VERY HYPOCRITICAL FOR THESE FANS TO SHAME JACKSON FOR SHOWING SKIN BEC FOR ONE THING IVE SEEN THE SAME PEOPLE FANGIRL OR DROOL OVER GLIMPSES OF THEIR IDOL'S ABS/BACK/COLLARBONE WTV . And some ppl rlly ARE comfortable with showin their body so why have to compare those who are with ur idols who "arent" and put them on a dam pedestal.

Then secondly, Samuel. As some of us mightve recently read, Samuel's father recently passed due to bein shot. Even if he's an idol, we must all somehow relate to wat it feels like to lose someone. But then i see tweets like this:

and these things arent okay . its self-centered, insensitive, and just plain disrespectful. Someone lost their life, someone lost their father, and you think the solution to that was to stan ur idol? Go ahead make memes about other stuff and joke abt how the solution would be to "stan bts" who cares, but dont say it about someone who died.

its no lie that BTS is indeed makin history and is currently dominatinh the kpop scene ok fine das fact . but stop hurtin other idols and ppl while supporting ur own idols. BTS r respectful and humble ppl, so why cant u follow in their example and be the same. wats with the constant competition to compare other grps and force other ppl to think the same way,, its liek the mindset ur tryin to enforce is "u cant love urself unless u love BTS too" which is basically tue opposite of wat BTS tried to teach with the album series "Love yourself"

[medeahfayeabes]

Spontaneous, Free Spirited, Happy and Alive, Medeah! 🥰

Wonderful day, everyone! Since this is my first blog here, I am giving you a brief self introduction and a glimpse of my personality.

Here is me, my name is Medeah Faye Abes, 20 years of age and a first born child of my parents. Born and Raised in the Province of Zambales, Municipality of Palauig, Barangay of San Vicente. In so far, I am satisfied of how I’m living my life.

If only one word could describe my character and personality traits, that would be the word SPONTANEOUS. Most often, I always choose to live in the moment. I am living my life the way I want it to be and the way I think is the best for me. I ak fearless to try and conquer whatever situation may arise, good or bad. I’m definitely not good at pretending, what people see in me is what they get. Direct and Transparent.

I love words of wisdom. For me, brain is the sexiest part of the body. Mindset is everything. Humor is a real deal. I love to explore over anything.

Am in pursuit of God’s will and following where he’s leading me. In everyday life, have faith in Him.

Glimpse is over ☺️ If you find me interesting, keep posted on my next blog. Have a wonderful day ahead. Live life lightly and happily. Keep your soul happy and contented.

[letswelcomethenewme]

Today's workouts was #mobility focused! 20 min stretching and mobility with some abs at the end! Yall get a small glimpse of it. And I'm gonna start planking again! Made it a whole minute tonight! I'm surprised. I talk a tiny bit about how I feel about my legs. Losing a lot of weight can really mess with your head. My YouTube is going to start focusing on that. Link in my bio! . #core #plank #bodyimage #bodydysmorphia #dedication #committment #determination #mindset #consistency #dlbdaily #dlbdailypurpose #bulktomontana #personal #face #weightloss #journey #cantstop #wontstop #imafuckinganimal #dlbdailyfam #beastmode #motivation #london #ontario #ldndot https://www.instagram.com/p/CQ7dPVmHF5B/?utm_medium=tumblr

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