quietlystrong:

“I am confident that I don’t have a daddy kink! Because daddy kinks are weird and gross and technically this isn’t like daddy kink because they’re actual dads instead of that weird daddydom shit.” Is it warm in here? It’s very warm in here. His face is very very warm and he can’t look Saima in the eyes. “And I, unlike daddy kink, am perfectly normal. Yep.”

They remain silent for a minute just looking at him still. “I mean technically it doesn’t quite fit the kink sure. But uh- there’s still reason to think that you’re defending yourself a bit too much there.” After all, that lack of eye contact and warm face says a lot more than words could ever express.

quietlystrong:

“I do not have a daddy kink I do not have a daddy kink I do not have a daddy kink I do not have—” he’s playing dream daddy

Saima just gives him a skeptical look. “I feel like the repetition of that phrase brings your confidence into question.”

quietlystrong:

“My thoughts exactly. Granted, I do have pretty nice hair but it’s definitely a problem.”

    “Right, nice hair doesn’t give permission to invade space. I’m really sorry that you ave to deal with that nonsense.”

quietlystrong:

“Y’know, I know my hair is nice and long but… I really wish white people would stop coming up and touching it.”

    “So sorry to hear that people seem to not have any sense of boundaries. I can imagine that’s pretty dehumanizing.”

quietlystrong:

“—I could really go for a nice cuddle or a good hard fuck about now.”

M A T T H E W

     “The desire for affection is real huh? I hope you end up getting what you need then. ”

quietlystrong:

I’m dying

[ that flush on his cheeks? That’s from the heat ]

Someone kill me. Or douse me in ice water. I can’t take this heat.

    [a pause. And then a few blasts of water from a spray bottle. It was an attempt.]

The heat has been pretty wild lately. It’s been so hard for many to take it. 

quietlystrong:

“Ghhhhh…….”

“Do you need anything Matt?“