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whorelaud · 22 days ago

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꒦꒷ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 hushed fantasies ¡

pairing brother's best friend¡nicholas chavez x fem¡reader

summary thinking you were messaging your friend, you accidentally sent your brother's best friend a thirsty paragraph about him, with Nicholas opening it before you get a chance to delete it. what you were not expecting was the leading conversation, causing realization to wash over you as he hints your desire is not one-sided after all.

contains suggestive, sexual tension, a bit of dirty talking, a brief kiss, flustered reader, cocky nic, hes also very freaky (uhh???)

a/n this is the silliest thing ive ever written i was giggling the whole time while writing it. likes and reblogs are v much appreciated!!!

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You: the amount of self control i have is insane because why do i not have this mans dick in my mouth rn please i need nic so fucking bad its not even funny anymore he is everything i want in life id let him use me any day morning afternoon n night im available ugh i dont even get the ick when its him he was acting like a dad earlier yelling at us to grill the meat right and it was so adorable ill call you daddy u want me to call u sir i dont kink shame im down for whatever king omg stop he got hurt earlier and he GROANED???? i almost fell to my knees YAHOOO he definitely whimpers #needthat 10/10 i just know its thick ooh tip pink shade #d97e77 thats insane till my knees are bruised and my throats scratched my panties fell tears are rolling down my thighs OMG PLS can you feel my pain hes so bodangshis how does my brother look at him and not wanna fuck him id be all over him if that was my friend gahhhd!!! hes actually so sweet he kept speaking to me earlier so i dont feel left out of the conversation and i find that adorable do u think he slaps it before he cums oh my his girlfriends so lucky im ab to put her in a headlock ahaha this is gross no man should have this much of an impact on u unless their dick is big and the sex is absolutely amazing yooo what he probably knows how to please a lady id be hard if i had a dick rn STOPP he has a happy trail im gonna lose it hahah lets find out where it leads i dont wanna think ab that im going crazy literally pulling my hair out that should be u baby GIVE ME A CHANCE?!!!! thinking ab him makes me so nervous this is getting a little too srs ahaha okay im sorry hows life?!? i miss u :(

Sending that message, you were anything but expecting the response you got in return, not from the man himself, that’s for sure.

nic: oh?

nic: i think you got the wrong person

You audibly gasp, realization washing over you as you read over the message. That was, in fact, not for Nicholas, nor was it for anyone but your friend to see.

You panic, putting your phone down to process what happened, needing a moment before responding. Right, you needed to do that.

But why did he see it so fast? He didn't even give you time to comprehend your message, the text switching to read in an instant.

Hell, it was midnight, and it’s been a long, tiring day for the both of you, having been out the whole afternoon, merely to come back to the hotel and spend more time with your other friends.

Everyone decided to end the night off early; early being a bit before midnight, with you heading to your room afterwards. Your brother and his best friend shared the room taking place next to yours, making it easy to reach out to him.

And for that, you were grateful since Nicholas was with him; meaning you got to see more of him throughout this trip.

You’ve had a crush on Nicholas for god knows how long, with it starting the moment your brother befriended him. You’ve technically gone through all the phases he experienced, hell, you saw him more than your own parents.

He was sweet, a little too sweet, perhaps it bothered you. Nicholas was very known among women, he knew how to attract a lady, showering her with praises until he eventually got what he wanted.

That made you extremely jealous, knowing you couldn't have him. He was forbidden, off-limits, someone you could only admire from afar.

And that stupid crush of yours led to this conversation, one you didn't want to discuss.

You: i didnt mean to send that to you

The text switched from delivered to read right away, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

nic: clearly

nic: i dont have a gf btw

Why did he feel the need to clarify that, and why were you relieved over hearing it?

You buried your face in your pillow, feeling heat reduce from your body. You’ve never been this embarrassed before, not around Nicholas. While you were weird sometimes, it was never this bad.

He wasn't supposed to know about this, nor discover it the way he did.

You: cover your eyes pls

You: this wasn't for u

nic: you sure?

nic: are there any other nics in your life?

Your stomach twisted at the message, hand coming up to cover your mouth as an audible gasp escaped your throat. How could he say that?

You felt all sorts of emotions wash over you, unable to process each one of them as you read the message over and over again.

You: what if there is

The question was risky, it could either end with him telling your brother, or him teasing you over it and brushing it off. Either way, you couldn't have him, so why not just fuck it and go with the flow?

nic: then that would be disappointing.

Your breath caught in your throat, vision going blurry as Nicholas’ bubble kept appearing and disappearing.

nic: id really hate that you feel this way about someone else

Oh my god, were you dreaming?

You could not believe your eyes. You turned off your phone, letting the dimness of the room seep through for a moment before you unlocked your device once again, heart skipping a beat when you realized it was real.

Nicholas, your brother’s best friend, might have been flirting with you, but that’s just in your head, right…?

You: ??? wdym

nic: you first

nic: was this about me, doll?

The pet name made you weak to your core, spiraling you over the edge as you put your phone down for a second. You took a deep breath, feeling your face heat up at how suggestive the boy sounded.

He sounded so desperate, you weren't sure if it was the tiredness, or him being genuine. Either way, you’re fucked, because you’re willing to do anything for him, even if it means breaking your heart.

You: what if it was

You: what will you do ab it

You felt nauseous as you waited for a response, groaning when the boy disappeared for a minute. Did you say something wrong? Why did he suddenly leave?

nic: then id risk it all

Speechless. Your mouth hung open, chest filling with lust as a breath heaved out of you.

You: are you saying this because you’re tired

nic: no

nic: god no

There was no ounce of self control in your body left. You almost screamed, overwhelmed by a new sense of emotions.

Is this how it felt? Because fucking hell.

You: it is

nic: it is what?

You: this is so embarrassing

You: why are you making me admit it you know exactly what im talking about

nic: baby

nic: jus tell me

You: no you suck im going to sleep

nic: WAIT no come here youre so cute

You blushed at the message, unable to suppress the smile forming on your lips. God, he’s such an idiot. And you were totally swooned for him.

You: i literally just sent you a message talking ab how much i wanna suck your dick what about that is cute

nic: oh? so you do admit it

You: …

You felt nervous, realizing how serious this has gotten. From a silly message turned into you contemplating whether this was a good idea. The last thing you were anticipating while typing that message was a confrontation, one from Nicholas; at that.

nic: you couldve told me yk

You: do you hear yourself

nic: ? what

You: nic you know this is wrong

You: youre gonna wake up tmr and forget all ab it

nic: you knkw

nic: yoirw so fucjinf hot

You came to a halt, noticing the amount of mistakes the boy was making. Your mind wandered somewhere else, feeling heat crawl past your neck, all the way to your face.

You: what are you saying

nic: fucking hell

nic: take the hint baby

You froze in your spot, tongue coming out to wet your lips, suddenly feeling heat travel to in between your legs. Don’t give in, don't give in, don’t give in.

You: what

nic: you couldve asked me if you were curious

nic: i wouldve happily showed you

That sent you over the edge. Your mind went fuzzy, unable to process the last few texts you received from Nicholas. He was being serious, dead serious, you were sure of that.

The texts you exchanged always revolved around your brother; usually Nicholas asking whether he was home or not. However, this one was different.

He was hinting something, something very risky that you were unable to resist.

You: dont say that

nic: what, you don't believe me?

You: nic

nic: give me five

You stared at the message on the screen, confused on what he meant. Your eyebrows furrowed with puzzlement, awaiting a message, merely to get nothing in return.

As you were about to shut your phone and go to sleep, it pinged, the notification startling you awake. You clicked on it immediately, mind going hazy as you read the message over and over again.

nic: open the door

nic: im outside your room

You didn’t hesitate as you got up, swiftly walking your way to the door. You unlocked it with haste, vision going blurry as you caught sight of Nicholas, who was standing inches away from you now.

He looked just as desperate as you were, maybe even more. And that was it, it was all you needed to pull him by the collar and cease the distance between you two.

The moment his lips collided with yours, you realized that maybe it’s worth ending up with a broken heart, because Nicholas tastes fucking addicting, and you found every way to make good use out of that obsession.

The possession of knowing he’s off limits, yet here he was, eagerly kissing you numb.

#nicholas chavez #nicholas alexander chavez #nicholas chavez x y/n #nicholas chavez x reader #nicholas chavez x you #charlie mayhew #grotesquerie #father charlie mayhew

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highvern · 9 months ago

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Work Me Out II

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, 18+

Warnings: simp gyu, car sex, protected sex, dom!gyu, brat!reader, spitting, choking, minor cock warming

Length: 2.5k

Note: happy 1k! i almost deleted this bc i hated it so y'all have to be extra nice to me about it (im joking) (not really) everyone say thank u @cheolism for beta-ing!

Remember: Tumblr runs on reblogs and I run on validation in the tags and comments :)

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“Hi!”

“Hi,” Mingyu grins, dropping a kiss to your cheek before stepping back. “You look…”

He lifts your hand, encouraging a spin so he can fully appreciate the black slip dress gliding over your curves.

“Wow.”

“Wow?” You laugh as he pulls you closer, goosebumps rising under the palm at your bare spine.

“Beautiful,” he sighs into your lips.

He kisses you deeper; crowing you against his chest with a hand at your back. The lull of Mingyu’s lips and cologne lower your defenses, mouth opening to welcome his tongue. But he pulls away just when things breach on the edge of more.

“We’re gonna miss our reservation.” He coos through a smile, dropping a consolatory peck to your nose.

“So?”

You try to bring him back but he dodges you easily, tipping his chin up until your only option is to leave a trail of kisses along his Adam's apple.

“I’d like to take you on at least one real date.” Mingyu argues.

He’d be more convincing if he wasn’t leaving fingerprints on your hips. But you think it's cute how he wants to wine and dine you. When you step back, you notice how his eyes glow the way they always do when met with approval. It’s cute, toes on the border of innocence; and it makes your knees crave the feeling of the hardwood floors so you can give him all the validation he can handle with his cock in your mouth.

But there will be more than enough time for that later.

“Wow, so eating Captain Crunch in our underwear after you defiled me wasn’t a date?” You gasp. “Okay. I see how it is.”

Mingyu snorts but plucks your jacket off the coat rack and holds it open to help you in. “Alright, drama queen. Let’s go.”

The drive is filled with chatter. Over the past week, the initial spark of attraction only grew between you; through chats at the gym, texting, or the one night he came to your apartment and ended up passing out on the couch while the movie continued to play in the background. Somehow it was more intimate waking up fully clothed, big spooning him with your face buried between his shoulder blades than having him drill your guts until tears streaked your face.

Since you slept over that first night, you’ve noticed a plethora of things that make you more fond of Mingyu. How he slurs his words when he’s excited, talking so fast you can barely decipher what he’s saying. If you throw a wink his way while walking across the gym his eyes go wide like he’s completely taken aback by your interest; as if he didn’t have a front seat to how much you liked him. Or if he notices you looking he’ll not so subtly flex or make a face that has you laughing so hard you nearly tumble off the treadmill. Or the way Mingyu prides himself on being a gentleman; pausing his workout and walking you to your car, insisting it's too dark out for him to be comfortable letting you go alone (partially because it's his fault your gym visits became a two hour endeavor since the night in the car, he just can’t stop distracting you in the name of getting to know you better).

It’s the same at the restaurant. Mingyu takes your coat and pulls out your chair. He asks for more details on the book you mentioned on the way over, asking if he can borrow your copy once you finish. He feeds you some of his entree off his fork, splits dessert to satisfy your sweet tooth, and nabs the check from the waiter before you can even think of offering to split the bill.

It’s almost too perfect; like he is running a checklist in his head. But Mingyu isn’t that kind of guy. His enthusiasm is just that, enthusiasm for spending time with you, getting to know you, picking your brain like you’re the most interesting person he’s ever met and he can’t wait to know more.

“How did you not know it was a couples class?” You ask, laughing into the curve of his arm as he walks you back to the car.

“It didn’t say it on the flier! It just said ‘portions for two’ and I thought that meant I’d leave with leftovers.”

“Wow. So Wonwoo got you banned and ate your food?”

“Wonwoo got me banned and neither of us gotta eat the food.”

The collar of Mingyu’s shirt flitters when his chest shakes with laughter, watching you down the slope of his nose. Like a flame in a vacuum, all the oxygen in your lungs is sucked up when you notice how good he looks even under the sterile overhead light. The glass of wine you sipped through dinner doesn’t help; turning your insides to mush and your blood to a boil.

Mingyu is so genuinely sweet you almost feel guilty for crowding him against his car and palming the zipper of his jeans. The taste of whiskey clings to his tongue, sucked away by your own until he opens the door and ushers you into the back seat.

“Mingyu,” you gasp, plucking the foil package from his grip. “Did you expect to fuck me tonight?”

“No,” he groans into the side of your tit, thanking whatever power in the universe exists that you hadn’t worn a bra. “But a man should always be prepared.”

You snort, “Okay, ‘Mr. I don’t sleep with girls I don’t date.’”

“I think that's former ‘Mr. I don’t’ whatever the fuck,” he moans as he finds your mouth.

Fishing his cock out from his underwear, you lazily jerk him to full mast. Mingyu’s hip buck into the swipe of your thumb. You’d drop your mouth to suck away the mess collecting there but the back seat of his car doesn’t provide much room since your date claims most of the space already. Instead, you settle for tracing your tongue across the raised veins webbing across his neck and nipping at the sensitive lobe of his ear.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

Mingyu paws at your ass, fingers digging into the flesh and dragging your covered core closer to his cock. His other hand dips beneath your skirt, thumb swiping at your clit and two thick fingers pushing aside the scrap of fabric posing as underwear to stretch you open without preamble.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” Mingyu pants.

You meet every curl of his fingers with a whine, face falling into the cradle of his jaw as he works you up. He’s everywhere; all you can feel, touch, taste. Even his cologne floods your nose; the scent of powdery spice and something intrinsically him that you can’t name.

Whether intentional or not, the match of pace isn’t lost on your mind as your fist sinks over Mingyu’s length the same time he stuffs you with his digits; fucking you by proxy while his tongue licks away every sound of satisfaction before it can make its way between your lips.

Before long, Mingyu bats away your hand to use his own. The second the latex is rolled down he holds himself for you, offering his cock like a prize you can’t refuse.

And he’s right.

The initial discomfort trickles up your spine. Eyes closed, chest caved, you take every inch as Mingyu whispers praise after praise into your neck. Twitching in each other’s hold, each clench of your cunt dips his stomach until you pull him back to your mouth and goad him with a demanding draw against his tongue with your own; a wet suckle more obscene than the way he splits you has him returning the gesture with fervor.

Hips finding a jilted rhythm, Mingyu manages to latch to one of your nipples, teeth razing along the sensitive skin until you nearly collapse from the delightful pain.

Arching into his chest so hard it hurts, your voice cracks, “Oh, Gyu.”

“Good girl,” he groans into your chest.

The hand on your ass pulls you across his cock, forcing you down with each of his thrusts up. Mingyu’s loud but you’re louder and the abandoned top floor of the parking deck doesn’t provide any disguise from what’s happening behind the foggy windows of his SUV.

As sexy as you are with your head thrown back, desperately moaning his name, the fear of getting caught is starting to suffocate him.

You beat against his chest when Mingyu pins you in place. He crushes you flat against him, pelvis to pelvis, so deep you feel him in your throat. Tight around the stretch, he nearly loses his train of thought but finds it when an involuntary rush of his thighs makes you squeak.

He brushes his thumb across the apple of your cheek in an effort to quell the bubbling tantrum behind your eyes. “Shhh,” he whispers. “We can't get caught.”

Time stops as you come to a crossroads. Eye to eye, you can see him waiting for a signal. If you want to stop, drive thirty minutes back to either of your apartments, and then go at it like rabbits, Mingyu will do it. If you want him to stop, drop you off at your doorstep, and send him home with the worst hard on of his life, he’ll smile through the tears. But if you want to finish what you’ve both started in the discomfort of the back seat, Mingyu needs you to be quiet.

So you can listen without complaint, bury your face in the column of his neck and bite your lip until it bleeds from strain. Or you can let Mingyu decide the best course of action.

“Then shut me up.”

A beat of absolute silence rattles your shaking confidence. Mingyu’s eyes widen, jumping back like he’s been burned but you fake courage until you spot the way he licks his teeth at the idea.

Whatever permission he’s looking for he finds in the slight dip of your chin. You watch Mingyu’s mood shift in an instant. The playful tilt of his lips melt away, the corners of his eyes freeze over their usual humor. And the arm around the dip of your waist squeezes so tight you fear he’ll leave a bruise in the shape of his palm.

The hand on your face falls to your jaw, pinching your cheek between his pointer finger and thumb as he tsks, forcing your head back and forth mockingly before he forces his thumb between your teeth.

“Shut. Up.”

He punctuates his command with a bruising thrust of his cock; thrilled at the way his thumb digging into your tongue chokes any sound. The hand on your ass nearly rips your underwear as Mingyu uses it to guide your hips, keeping you bouncing in his lap until you're drooling.

Mingyu’s teeth rake against your jaw, “Touch yourself.”

You clumsily snake a hand down, hips jerking under the blind swipe of fingers at your core. Eyes unfocused, ears filled with the rush of blood, you don’t resist the urge to bite his thumb just to see what he’ll do next.

The sting of his palm against your ass isn’t a shock.

But the wet of his fingers on your throat is.

And when Mingyu squeezes, cutting off the blood to your brain for a second in a show of possessive strength, your choked wail is music to his ears.

“Fuck, you like that?”

Nodding like a bobble head, more pathetic whimpers fill the car.

With a shift of weight, he makes you grind against his lap, the metal of his belt buckle cutting into the back of your thighs. But you’re full to the brink of shredding apart you can’t bring yourself to care. Heat in the pit of your stomach blooms, used and deep.

Mingyu fans his hand along your throat, fingers digging into the jut of your jaw to make you look at his face. His hair is a mess, cheeks rosy with sweat at his hairline. A low rumble in his throat is all the warning you get before he spits on your lips and it glides down your chin; slipping under his palm while he squeezes until stars dance in your vision.

Hips stuttering, everything draws tight; every muscle, every vein, each individual cell contracts and detonates until Mingyu fucks into your so hard your head hits the roof as he flails. Thighs firm against the top of his, you feel each sputter into the condom.

“Mingyu,” you croak, throat wrecked.

Everything feels heavy and worn when he brings you into the warmth of his chest. Somehow, you hadn’t managed to undo a single button beyond the four that let you peek at the dip between his pecs; but the friction of his shirt against your sensitive chest makes you shiver. Sweat and spit leave the fabric clinging uncomfortably but you don’t have the energy to change it.

“Jesus Christ.” Mingyu draws in a heavy breath, and the motion has your legs twitching again. “You okay?”

Nodding into his neck, your eyes slip shut. If he keeps tracing shapes on your back, you’re in serious trouble of falling asleep right there in the back of his car with his softening length still inside you. Attempting to prevent the momentum from taking over, you rise on your knees, only for Mingyu to bring you back down.

“Just…just let me hold you for a second.” he sighs, sounding as exhausted as you feel. “Please.”

Peppering languid kisses across his face, down the curve of his cheek, up the bridge of his nose, you smile when he pouts at the lack of attention to his lips. But when you meet them with your own, it's nearly impossible to call it a kiss from the sleepy grins splitting your faces.

“Wanna come back to mine?” Mingyu whispers into your cheek, leaving his own series of kisses. “We can watch that new horror movie you were talking about.”

“You hate scary movies.”

“Oh no, I guess you’ll have to stay the night in case I can’t sleep.”

“How awful!” You mock. “Did you buy more cereal?”

“Mhm.”

With a monumental sigh, “Then I guess I can come over.”

It takes nearly fifteen minutes to find the courage to unwind from each other. Mingyu distracts you by tracing shapes between your shoulder blades and making you guess his artistic interpretation. Each time you're wrong he demands a kiss. Each time you're right he gives you one back.

When you make him guess what your finger burns into his shoulder he nearly faints before deciding it's time to head home, hands intertwined over the center console the entire way.

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#svthub #ksmutsociety #kvanity #svt x reader #kim mingyu x reader #mingyu smut #kim mingyu #svt smut #seventeen smut #kim mingyu smut #🫡 highvern

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ofpd · 4 days ago

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1st century roman siege of jerusalem dashboard simulator

🐮 barkamtza

why does this shit always happen to me

#oh my goddd the ONE time it seems like people actually wanna hang out with me. #turns out they meant to invite kamtza instead #everyone hates me and i was SO fucking nice i offered to pay for the party #god i'm so pathetic. kms kms kms #they're gonna pay for this i swear #delete later

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📜 zekharya-ben-avkolas

Ok so obv it's not ok to sacrifice a blemished calf but the blemish is just on the eyelid? So maybe it's ok? But also and i don't want people to start going around thinking that it's ok to sacrifice blemished animals. But the thing is that if i don't bar Kamtza will tell the Romans we insulted them and that will be bad probably. And like no one likes bar Kamtza anyway will people really miss him..... but ugh neither of these seem like good things to do i don't feel like it's my place to make a decision about this :/

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🏛 vespasian reblogged

🏺neronero

off to war wish me luck! 🇲🇪🏹

🏺neronero

nvm guys. ✡️✡️

🏛 vespasian

my turn lol

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🧑🏽‍🦳 not-an-airport reblogged

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Hey everyone! These are difficult times, and some friends and I have put together some mutual aid resources for our community to have access to wheat, barley, wine, salt, oil, and wood! More info below the cut. Take care of yourselves! 🫶

🧑🏽‍🦳 not-an-airport

fuck

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⚔️ biryonei-yerushalayim

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm trying to ask this in good faith, and I hope you can take it that way. how can you possibly defend burning our grain stores. I understand that you want to radicalize more people but you're taking things too far. Jerusalem's blood is on your hands.

anon, what you need to understand is that the blame for the carnage in jerusalem lies primarily in the hands of the roman invaders and secondarily in the hands of the rabbis for refusing to resist. would you have told the hashmonaim not to resist their oppressors by any means necessary? just because this is getting inconvenient for you doesn't mean we shouldn't be doing it. it's frankly offensive that you'd imply that we, the defenders of jerusalem, should incur any blame for her current state.

#biryonim.answer #grain storage discourse

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🛡 goel-yisrael

did anyone else see the "zealot blocklist" going around lmaooo

#how do these liberals expect anyone to take them seriously #do they not have anything better to do.

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📚 stammaim reblogged

stopbeingpoor-deactivated3830102

ughh why is my servant so incompetent! i deserve the best flour why doesn't he get it...

stopbeingpoor

ykw i'll go get some myself. i'm desperate at this point i gotta do something

stopbeingpoor

EWWWW update: i stepped in something NASTY. this is why i don't fucking go out oh my god im gonna die

stopbeingpoor

gonna throw my gold & silver away for the good of the peasants or whatever it's not like it's any use to me when im literally dying -_-

📚 stammaim

lmao look at this it's exactly what yehezkel was talking about! ur gold won't save you!

#yehezkel #marta b. baitos

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🕎 yalla-hapoel

🌿 amicus-iudaeorum asked:

Hey, love your posts! They're very informative about the Jewish perspective on this war. I'm just wondering whether you condemn the actions of the zealots? I don't really feel comfortable following someone who supports that.

are you fr.

#if youre seriously concerned about this idt this is the blog for you i fear

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📖 ben-zakkai

⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️ lol

🛡 goel-yisrael

? what does this mean

🗡 abbasikkara

dw about it bestie

🛡 goel-yisrael

ok 💗 yay 💗

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👩🏽‍🌾 discoursedumpblog

I've compiled a list of some of the most rabid zealots on this website. Remember, don't engage, just block and move on.

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some jew got an audience with me & called me king (im literally not lol thats so disrespectful to the actual king + if i was king then he shouldve met w me much earlier??), i think i should kill him

🏛 vespasian

AND my shoe is being so annoying. horrible day 👎

📖 ben-zakkai

omg just came across this old post

🏛 vespasian

OMG sorry i don't mean it anymore 🙏

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🫒 a-simple-yid

yirmiyahu tzadak...

#not to pretentiously quote tanakh but literally like. #hashiveinu hashem eilekha venashuva hadeish yameinu kekedem.

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#this doesnt make sense in terms of timeline of course. esp bc i mention the stammaim. but it's ok #long post #jumblr #txt #this is all entirely gemara-based tbc. gittin 55b–56b #you all better appreciate the effort that went into this

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professional-termite · 9 months ago

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imagine if the star trek tos gang had tumblr lol

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mannnn why are vulcans so.... ahfhfjfj lik????

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Dr. McCoy reccommended this app to me this morning.

😍 vulcanfuckerjt

okkkk i think me and dr mccoy need to have a TALK

#in the meantime i need to purge this blog eughhhh

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who tf submitted a mitski song

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i did. it reminded me of how @'cptnjtkirk feels about @'1stofficerspock :]

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What?

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IGNOREE HIM PLEEASE

#bones istg

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if the enterprise was a woman id want her to sit on my face

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wRONG BLOG

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abt to go on my first mission, wish me luck!!

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med bay

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this is a callout post for @'cptnjtkirk hes a vulcan fucker and a war criminal

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you say that like theyre equally bad..?

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they are.

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too bad im not actually either of those things lmao

#i wish... #not about the war criminak thing obv i mean #wait dammit spock can see this blog nvm

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Posting Russian things every day, day 567: Nevsky potatoes!

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they look stupid

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i have your family name and home coordinates. you have 3 days to delete that post.

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ay, laddy...@'cptnjtkirk said to quit yer fighting!

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stfu ur in love with an ugly ass spaceship

#istg you starfleet ppl are like asking to get bullied or smthn #not my fault ur easy targets

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@'klingon-soldier-6 's full dox

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@'cptnjtkirk Sir, there's an asteroid coming towards the ship at an alarming speed! 3 hours until impact!

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cant we just move out of the way.? or blow it up

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I can't, sir! Our controls are all jammed!

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can confirm, @'cptnjtkirk sir!! nothings working!!

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how?? how could this have happened???

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shit

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"ooo mccoy what do i do" "oooh mccoy im in love with my first officer" "ooh mccoy--" boi stfu im a surgeon not a matchmaker

#go talk to someone else if you want help with that bucko #bones rambles

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i wish people would stop vagueposting about me :( at least @ me if ur gonna say something rude

#personal

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@'cptnjtkirk is a massive simp

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winterrrnight · 1 year ago

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hellraiser (part I)

PAIRING: drew starkey x co-star!actress!reader

SUMMARY: an instagram blurb about drew and his co-star y/n and dating allegations

FACE CLAIM: Emma Myers

WARNINGS: pictures with blood, nothing else

EDITH SPEAKS: i never intended to break it down in parts but it just happened and now you all have to wait for the second part xx

A little disclaimer: i WONT be bringing Odessa into this, it's not that I hate her or anything, it's solely because for this fic the main actors are drew and y/n and I don't want to do that silly love triangle, jealousy thingy with the three of them or whatever, so there's no Odessa in this fic. (again: I don't hate her!!)

I made up all the instagram users, so if by any chance I have your instagram user used here, I'm so sorry I promise it was a total coincidence!

if you enjoyed reading this please please reblog and feedback is always appreciated!! 🦉

part II is out now! Read here

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drewstarkey we bloodied up real good

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ynisamazing serving even when you're both covered in blood

lilalovesdrew the blood makes y'all look hotter

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rafe_is_hot yes y/n I'll make sure of this next time it rains blood x

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-> ynfan53 yeah we all need to x

ynvibez ngl this is kinda scary

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iloveyn IM SO EXCITED SHUT UP

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drewluvbot they are playing lovers, right?

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cosmoindonesia "Oh I've had the absolute best time shooting with Drew! He's extremely talented and I sometimes feel his acting isn't appreciated as much. He's so down to earth and is the best listener one can be!" y/n on acting with Drew Starkey, starring in a horror/thriller movie for the first time, and some of her favorite foods in Indonesia! Check out her recent interview from the link in our bio ✨

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-> ynhive it does look like her!

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-> rafeyyy what if. . .

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this post is for people who wonder what the hell is going on with the venom movies/fandom because they havent watched it

if youre seeing it on your dash and dont want to scroll very long press J. if youre on mobile. cope.

venom the last dance is the third movie in the venom series and people who haven't watched the movies are probably wondering whats going on. whoever you're following has probably posted or reblogged some sort of eddie brock x venom thing. yes of course. mlm ships are popular and theyre the main characters. of course theyre gonna get shipped. just like stucky or other hot main male characters. nothing really special about these guys. right?

wrong! because as opposed to the other ones being non-canon ships where we just look at everything and say "thats gay" or look at it through shipping tinted glasses, symbrock is a bit special.

to start off with! the source material! the comics! im not gonna make this part long, just a bunch of images with short descriptions and you can interpret it however you want (click for full image)

panels ofter referred to as "the ones where they have sex"

no comment

even spider-man knows

aaaaaand the comic writers/artists also know

theres more (like how they have a kid and eddie experienced morning sickness...) but this is about the movie! not the comics!

first movie moments. im skipping smaller moments and i'll try to not write out the whole plot.

eddie and venom go through a whole car chase scene on a motorbike, and the moment eddie calls him cool, they get his by a car. often interpreted as venom losing focus from the praise

-omg why would that lead to venom losing focus?? because venom, on its planet, is a loser. bottom of the barrel. an outcast. and someone called it cool. venom sees that eddie is also a bit of a loser on his planet. theyre two losers together. Eddie asks why he doesnt just kill him and hop to another host, but venom says that hes a good match (other bodies reject the symbiote, and die from organ failure/eaten from the inside) and venom is "starting to like him" venom also gets a bit stuck on the moment that eddie says we instead of i. its both of them. together.

later eddie finds out his organs were failing (venom was starving and was working on fixing it) and when they get seperated the way he acts is kind of framed like a bad breakup. its not "im free from this parasite! yippie!" its "i trusted you and you hurt me. we're done" sort of breakup. venom tries to say he was trying to fix it but eddie ignores it (not the exact words but if you look at it you'll get it)

eddie gets taken away by the bad guys and venom hops on eddies ex and they reunite. and its not just reunite.

its this

youtube

thumbnail shows human face but it does not start off with that.

fun fact! theres a sort of deleted scene where eddie asks "who was i kissing just then?" and she says "mostly me" and then we hear venoms voice saying "well actually it was mostly me!" ALSO at the end of the movie, she says it was venoms idea. this was venom and eddie making out. not eddie and his ex. they do not get back together. she has a new boyfriend and they've moved in together so its serious.

venoms original purpose as to why the symbiotes are on earth was as a scouting party for an invasion force. venom changes his mind on being on the invasion part. eddie asks what REALLY made him change his mind "you did eddie."

also after the movie was in theaters they made an additional romcom trailer to promo the dvd/blueray release. the movie. framed as a romcom. im not kidding. on sonys official youtube. for both movies.

speaking of both movies, the second one has them breaking up! full on divorce after fighting and arguing!! very sad. and then venom goes to a rave (october, there are costumes, hes fully transformed) and says "i am out! of the eddie closet!" HES COMING OUT OF THE CLOSET. one person at the rave has a mask on that says "kiss me" and venom says "sorry no, not my type" THEN WHAT IS YOUR TYPE HUH??? MEN?? SWEATY LOSER GUYS??? his hosts keep failing because theyre not as compatible as eddie. and after having fun venom is sad and wishes eddie could've seen him. they of course, get back together* after some apologizes and because they need to fight a serial killer who also has a symbiote (carnage) because previously, they went to interview him, he insulted eddie, venom got mad on eddies behalf and grabbed him, resulting in getting bit, and that spawned a new symbiote from the blood. also the serial killer, (cletus kassidy) went to bust out his girlfriend who upon seeing his tentacles breaking her glass cage, called it hot.

*when they get reunited (anne helps out again) theres no kiss this time, and annes fiancee, after seeing them fight, says "those two need some serious couples counseling"

after a big climactic fight and mutual reassuring that theyre a perfect match for one another, they flee to some random place in mexico where they sort of have a love confession. theres an extended deleted version of it but i think many of us think they cut it down to save it for the third movie. also they get transported to the mcu in the post-credit and then re-appear in the post-credit of spider-man where theyre just sitting at a bar asking the bartender about the blip and thanos. venom decides to go skinny dip but they get transported back to their universe. net zero gain.

THE THIRD MOVIE

hasnt come out yet. but the promotional things. the trailer. my god the tiktoks and twitter clips?? WHY IS THE TIKTOK VIDEO CAPTION VENOM X EDDIE 4EVER??? HUH???? WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME!?!?! IF I GET QUEERBAITED IM GONNA EXPLODE WHY IS ONE OF THEM FRAMED LIKE A COUPLES COUNSELING HELP GUIDE.

i cant post this one on tumblr but this tiktok is a slideshow, one image of venom and eddie from each movie, and the background song is "I've loved you three summer Lover - Taylor swift" with the caption "it's a love love relationship"

WE JUST WANT THEM TO KISS AGAIN AND HAVE A MUTUAL, EXPLICIT, LOVE CONFESSION. AND HAVE 4 HOURS TENTACLESEX SCENE. (not necessarily in that order)

and the first trailer that came out for venom3 has the line"eddie, my home [long pause] has found us" like girrrrrllll for a full 3 seconds i thought he was saying that eddie is his home.

#post fresh from the muffin1 bakery #venom #symbrock #Youtube

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lialialialialialialialiaa · 2 months ago

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okay guys this is that one fic that got deleted about hamzah but i have the screenshots of it so i’m gonna copy and paste it all and i’ll tag the people that wanted to have it!!!!

THIS IS NOT MY FIC!!!!!!! im just reblogging it for the people who wanted it

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i would tag everyone who replied but i cant for some reason🙁

Your last straw is close to snapping. You're sure of it.

That's the thought that's been looping inside your mind as you sit on top of the sheets of your bed, ankles crossed. You pop your bubblegum, eyes trained on the man sat in your chair across the room. 21:06.

That's what the clock reads. It's been an hour since Hamzah arrived, bashful smile at the door as he apologised for setting this session back an hour.

"And, you see, the specific shape of the active site of an enzyme enables it to function," Hamzah drawls on, unfaltered by your clear disinterest. Maybe he doesn't see; his nose is pulled tightly in his book. "It's - It's really a simple understanding of 'lock and key. You can think of enzyme activity as molecular collisions resulting in the formation of enzyme-substrate complexes." All the terms blur together in your mind.

In one ear, transformed and decorated by the thought of anything else, then out the other.

You almost feel bad for Hamzah, pulled into your room to try get you to learn something, anything, for two hours, just so he can earn some extra money. He sits at your desk while you distract yourself with whatever is more interesting which, as it so happens, is almost everything. He doesn't complain, doesn't say much to you other than hey and a string of jargon you don't care to understand. It's not like your bitchy, unimpressed stare is very welcoming.

Hamzah has this certain aura around him. A loser trapped in a hot body.

Really, he could be getting absolutely no play, or the exact opposite, it's hard to tell with those nerdy shirts and nervous energy. But does energy matter when he's gorgeous? He's got big, brown eyes, with a charming shy smile, and adorable curly hair. Girls would look away a flutter of red flags if it meant birthing kids with those traits.

You sigh, pushing the textbooks off your bed, rolling to your belly. You rest your chin on your crossed arms, eyeing Hamzah. He gives you a look at the shifting noise, rounding his eyes as they fall on the stripe of skin your loose lounging shorts have revealed in the crossfire. It's barely a few centimeters of your asscheeks, but Hamzah blushes all the same, flipping back to his book as though burned. You smirk.

Interesting.

"Hamzah" you trail lightly, the cadence of a song.

You found your bright new, shining distraction. Your smile is vicious and dangerous, ready to bite, to gnaw to the bone.

Hamzah looks up at you, incertain. You rarely address him during your tutoring lessons. You're not even sure you've said his name before, at least not to him. "I'm bored with biology," you declare, artfully pouty and dejected.

"Oh," he says. He swallows thickly. Flips through his book. His nervous tics make him all the more tantalizing to you. Some cruel need to toughen him up. “Um—“

You lick your teeth, grinning. "I want to study anatomy."

Hamzah laughs, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"That's not in the syllabus." There's something about the way he tries to display like he has a total misunderstanding of your line, like he misses the intention you clearly display, that makes the need frizzle inside of you. An innocent little thing, to pick and devour through.

You sit up, resting your weight on your heels. Your knees part suggestively, the loose shorts riding up your thighs. Your crop top sits up your ribs. Belly button piercing winks at him. Hamzah takes in the sight, face pale. You grin, victorious.

"I didn't mean that anatomy," you say, teasing. You rest a hand loosely on your leg, purposefully dragging his stare down to it. Your delicately painted nails flash against your skin.

"Oh." He swallows thickly, hypnotized by the soft flesh of your thighs. "I-" He shakes his head, as if to draw himself out of the daydream. "I, um-" He repeats, then laughs, "What?"

You sigh, kneeling up and getting off the bed. Your bare feet wiggle in the fuzzy, soft carpet. You prowl to him, predator-like. His breath hitches in his throat, right where you want it.

"Hamzah," you sing, and he chokes at the sound. Just his name drives him wild - good to know. You get close enough to lean on the desk, to tower over him.

He blinks up at you, robbed of speech. You flutter your eyelashes at him. "Are you a virgin?"

His lips part in surprise, but he doesn't answer. Not that he needs to; the fucking sight of him is enough to know. It's about the fun of watching him stumble, stutter, push his little glasses up his nose, telltale signs you revel in.

You sit on the desk, bunching his careful notes. You trail two fingers up his shoulder, that awful cheesy shirt. You almost resent the feel of it on your skin, if not for the way he shivers.

You pout mockingly at him, stopping where the collar of his shirt meets the skin of his neck. "Are you gonna answer me?"

"Yeah, l'm- yes." You run your fingertips on his neck, a grazing touch that has him staring up at you in devotion. You smirk.

"Have you ever been touched like this?" You run your thumb to the other side of his neck, a strong path. You want him to feel it, until your hand stretches over his throat, possessive.

He swallows under your palm, Adam's apple bobbing on your fortune-telling palm lines. "No," he admits quietly. You feel it resonate more than you hear it.

You hum, silently thrilled. "And have you ever been kissed?" You whisper.

Hamzah stares up at you. He waits a second, two-takes his time. "No." You smirk. You pick your gum between two fingers, pressing it into the corner of his notes. Perfect.

It's a little awkward, of course, because you're perched on the desk and he's sitting all the way down on his chair, gripping its arms. But, still, you bend down and kiss him square on the mouth.

He gasps against you, freezing there. You're undeterred; you kiss and kiss him, smearing your strawberry lipgloss, until he snaps into action and kisses you back. It's a rhythmless, artless thing.

He doesn't know how to kiss.

What he lacks in technique, he makes up in eagerness, opening his mouth and licking a wet tongue into yours. You giggle a little, taste the Sour Patch kids he nervously ate from his bag between two scientific words you purposefully didn't remember. You press at his throat, just so he's as breathless as you are. He moans against your lips, panting.

Hamzah doesn't dare touch. His body is fixed to the desk chair, letting himself be kissed, taking only what you are willing to offer. He sits there like you are breathing life into his mouth, eating and eating and never asking for more. It's what makes you want to give him more.

You pull away from him, straightening like a queen taking her throne. Under you, the pages wrinkle and ruffle, and he doesn't even care. His lips are swollen and pink, shiny from the lipgloss. Breaths puff out from there, pulling attention.

"You're really pretty," you admit lowly, like a secret he should know.

"Thanks," he flushes.

You release his throat, wiping your pink gloss off his lips. They part instinctively. You smile, slipping your thumb inside. He sucks the strawberry, warm tongue on your fingerprint. Power loosens your head.

"Do you want me?" You ask, as though his mouth drooling around your thumb wasn't indication enough.

You want the words; you want the worship.

"Yeth," he says, choking on your finger. You smile, taking it out and drying it on his cheek.

You don't make a big show of taking your shirt off.

Your hands are at the hem of your baby tee, then it's off your shoulders, thrown on the pink carpet. Hamzah whines, surprised and overwhelmed, throwing a furtive glance at the cracked door of your bedroom.

"It's okay," you whisper, taking his hand. Soft and weak; he hasn't worked a day in his life. It's slack between your fingers. He lets you puppeteer it to your breasts, lets you grope yourself with him as an instrument.

He makes another small noise from the back of his throat, staring at the fucking sight like he can't quite believe it truly is his own hand. "God," he mutters to himself, and it's exactly how you feel.

"Say thank you," you taunt him, because you know he will.

"Y/n," he sighs, looking at you pleadingly. He's embarrassed, and you'd stop if it didn't turn you on so much. You raise your brows at him expectantly, waiting.

Like clockwork, Hamzah lowly revels, "Thank you." You grin, satisfied. Growing bold, he rubs a thumb over your hard nipple, a tough callus you didn't expect on the tip of it. It makes you moan; a crack in your spotless armor, but he doesn't even notice. Too preoccupied with playing with your tits, pawing at it greedily.

"Can I-" He flushes, shaking his head.

"What?"

"Can I lick them?" A drop of heat strikes through you.

You clench your thighs, arching your back into his readied palm.

"Yes." He leans in before you've finished the 's, sucking your abandoned nipple into his mouth. He licks and rubs and pinches, raw skill pulling at your sensitive skin. You bite back groans, breathing harshly. Your chest rises and falls into his mouth, but he's just as diligent.

You rake a long-nailed hand into his hair, scratching his scalp with every particularly delicious lick. He moans at that, vibrating on your sensitive nipples.

He sticks his tongue out, panting like a dog, dipping down to the valley of your tits and pressing a kiss, then climbing up a new breast. He bites gently, and you jump, surprised by his boldness.

"Sorry," he whispers. You don't like this little switch-up in power. He's supposed to be purring for you, enthrallment shining in his eyes. You tug on his hair, making him look at you.

Hamzah stares up, dutiful. He doesn't care about the power game; hasn't even realized you were slipping.

He takes what you give.

You soothe away the sting of his hair. "Pretty boy," you coo. Hamzah beams at that, you can see it in his eyes.

"Wanna ruin you."

With this, you jump off the desk, and kneel under it.

"Oh," Hamzah says, eyes wide as he watches you fumble with his pants. You unbutton and unzip, fast and knowledgeable, dipping into his boxers— "Wait."

You look up at him, inches from your goal. You cock your head, frowning. "What?"

"Just-" He pants, staring at you with those big, brown eyes. God. "Just give me a second."

You hum, grazing a finger on the faint happy trail of his stomach. His belly sucks in. "Are you nervous?"

"No," he says. Lie. "Yes. I don't know." He nervously laughs. His hands still grip the armrests, white-knuckled. "Why are you doing this?"

You shrug. "I want to." You tip your head, kissing his soft hand. "Do you want me to?"

"Well, yeah."

You grin. "Relax." Finally, your hand slips under his underwear, and you wrap around his hard length. He gasps, cold fingers against hot skin, fingers against him.

His hips jump into your fist as you draw him out.

Another nervous glance to the door, still half-opened.

There's nobody else home, he knows this, so you wonder why he seems so cautious. You lick your lips.

Perhaps it's the thought that your roommates could come back any moment.

You lightly scratch your nails against him. You run a thumb on his tip, smearing precum. He hisses, turning into a moan as you slowly drag your hand down. He's frozen and tense, almost afraid of moving, as if that would make you go away.

"Teach me," you say.

He blinks at you, dazed. "Huh?"

Your eyes vaguely look up to the desk you hide under, biology notes in his scratchy writing laying wrinkled.

"Biology. I'm paying you for a reason, aren't I?"

"Oh-" He flushes, embarrassed. Pushes his glasses up. "Right, right." His hands let go of the armrests, searching through the pages. You choose this moment to kiss the tip of his cock. He whimpers, shutting his eyes in pleasure. "Fuck." You giggle, all too happy.

He struggles to find where you disturbed him, biting his lip in comical concentration. You tease him, enjoying all the little breaths he chokes on, the soft sounds he tries to hide. Your hand pumps up and down, twisting at the wrist.

You wonder how often he's done this on himself, who he imagined between his legs.

From now, it'll be you. You'll make sure of it.

"Right, so," Hamzah starts, out of breath. "In some reactions," he continues arduously, "one substrate is broken down into multiple products. And-" Devilishly, you lick a stripe up his length. He groans, twitching on your tongue. "Shit," he mutters.

He drags his stare down, pulling away from his notes to watch you. You indulge him, parting your lips and wrapping them around his tip. You suck on it gently.

His face wrinkles, a moan breaking from him. You pull your head down, swallowing him. He clutches at his papers, scrunching them himself.

"Oh, God," Hamzah says, trying to catch his breath as you bob your head. "I'm- Shit."

You let go of him with a wet pop, stroking him quickly.

"Shh," you tease him. "You're too loud." Again, he throws a nervous look towards the door.

Saliva and lipgloss and precum already lube him, but you keep your hand at his base as you spit on his cock.

You drag it down his length. Hamzah's eyes snap towards you. "Do that again." He wants to see you.

You smirk, tilting your head to leave wet kisses up his cock, then lick his tip. You spit on it, and a low groan resonates from him. His hips rise up into your hand, but you push them down with your claws.

"Fuck," he whimpers from the back of his throat, melting on the chair. He likes it messy. You grin, peppering little kisses over his cock, smearing him in strawberry lipgloss.

"What's the other thing?"

"Huh?" He blinks, tying himself back to reality. "Right, um, substrates. It's-" Again, you choose this moment to push him down your throat. He loses speech, mumbling incoherent syllables, some broken version of your name.

Though your head bobs quickly, pulling further and further down his length, twisting a stroking hand all the same, you pinch your nails at his hip. He jumps, struck out of the daze of pleasure, blinking down at you.

"Yeah, it's — The other reactions are-" You let go of his hip, pinching your own nipple instead. Hamzah whines, losing his train of thought. "You're not being fair."

You laugh, spitting him out to catch your breath. You grope yourself and he watches, not sure which hand to focus on. His cheeks are tinted red, maybe from effort, or adrenaline, or shyness. It's cute enough to bite.

Wonder shines in his eyes. He can't believe this is happening; he's eternally grateful, as he should be. As they all should have been, those faceless men you've blown in the bathrooms of parties for attention and a momentary stop to complete boredom. They stayed quiet, almost afraid to make noise, to show they enjoyed it, until they shook and spilled inside your mouth. Hamzah's not afraid to moan.

Your brain rushes, sticky happy. You pant on his cock, trailing a finger down your stomach, then dipping in your shorts. Hamzah's eyes widen, straightening to catch a glimpse. You smile, catching a pool of your arousal.

You come back up, fingers sticky and wet with your slick, and smear it on his cock. Hamzah scrunches his face, whimpering, shaking under your hands.

"You're trying to kill me."

"Only because it's easy," you mock, jerking and twisting your two hands in rhythm, wet sounds ringing in the room.

You free his cock, gripping the armrests of the chair instead. You wrap your mouth around it, and bend down until your nose touches the faint smatterings of dark hair on his belly. You gag on him, and he strangles the edge of the desk trying to kill his moans.

You pump him in your mouth quickly, feeling him twitch and rise to meet you. He remembers himself, falling down on the chair dutifully, not even burying a needy hand in your hair, as though afraid that would be asking for too much.

You drag up, making him hit the inside of your cheek, before releasing him. You spit the precum on him, blinking up through teary eyes. He doesn't have any words, red swollen lip bitten raw.

"I taste great," you say, and then offer up your still-wet fingers to him. He's eager, sucking them into his mouth. He bobs, imitating you, and the sight and feel makes hot desire drip inside of you.

You want to squeeze him until he pops.

You take his hand, pulling it into your hair. He grips instinctively, pushing it out of your face. "Don't push," you warn, serious. He nods frantically, and you trust him to mean it.

You take him into your mouth for what you know is the final time. You're certain he won't last long, droopy and moaning and twitching, hissing every time your tongue runs on him. You bob with skill and precision still. He tugs at your hair, both hands in now, trembling in the mess of it. He never pushes, or fucks his hips up; trusts you to undo him yourself.

He swears and curses and whimpers, head falling down and back, vacillating between the sky and your red, puffy face. You don't think he's even aware of himself, doesn't even process the sounds he's letting out, doesn't give himself even a second to feel embarrassed.

"Fuck, fuck— this isn't—," he whispers to himself, sounding wild. "You're killing me. I'm gonna- I'm gonna-" Hamzah cries, slapping a hand over his mouth, and comes down your throat. He shakes, moans hidden in his palm, eyes shut and forehead wrinkled.

He lets go of your hair with a fucked-out sigh, panting.

His eyes never leave you, disbelief written all over it.

You pull him out of your throat, and smile at him.

You're about to swallow when he touches your arm, unsure of where he's allowed to now. "Wait, can you-"

He grows embarrassed, blushing. "Can you open your mouth?”

You part your lips, showing off his white cum still sitting on your tongue. He whimpers at the sight, fingers digging into your arm. His breathing turns irregular, cheeks reddening, eyes darkening. He's so strange.

Still, you stick your tongue out, putting his load in evidence, making a spectacle of it. He looks tortured, enthralled.

You stay long enough that you feel it run down, long white rope hanging from your tongue, then dropping on your breast.

"Fuck," Hamzah whispers to himself. Seemingly without thinking, he runs his thumb on your breast, catching his cum and sucking it between his lips.

You smile, slurping the cum back into your mouth, and swallowing it. You flash your red tongue at him. "All clean."

"Thank you," Hamzah says. "I- I'm not sure why you did that, but- I, you know, appreciate it." He's so polite. You'd laugh if he wouldn't snap back into that little head box of his.

"I'm very thankful for all those lessons," you wink.

"No, you're not."

"No, I'm not." Hamzah's finger rubs the skin of your arm, that strangely tough callus, and it has you leaning into his touch. "Though, this has been my favorite lesson."

"God, I couldn't even get a word out."

"Hence why."

Hamzah snorts and he offers you a hand. You grab it to manoeuvre out from under the desk. You push your sweaty hair out of your face, then wipe the leftover stickiness from your breasts.

Hamzah, of course, follows the movement to your tits.

He swallows. "Do you, um," he pushes his glasses up.

"Do you want, like, something back?"

You arch an eyebrow, incapable of holding a small giggle this time. "Do you know how?"

He stares into your eyes. "I could try."

And, again, there's just something about his eagerness, his willingness, his open devotion, that has you saying, "Yeah, I guess you could try."

You tiptoe to your bedroom door, looking left and right into the hallway, before quietly shutting it. You turn around to a displeased Hamzah. "Oh, so you get to have it closed?"

'''S fun when you're struggling, besides, you know no one's home," you shrug, devilish. You run to the bed, falling on the pillows, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

"Come here. cutie." He practicallv trips out of his chair to find you. He's three steps in when you stop him.

"Take your clothes off."

He grows shy under your gaze. Staying in place, fingers shaking, he starts to lift off his shirt. He kicks off his sneakers and his baggy jeans until he stands there in his boxers. He's as hot as you imagined him to be. You smile.

Hamzah crosses his arms. "Can I see you, too?" He whispers.

You shimmy your shorts off your legs and throw it beyond the bed. Hamzah's stare stutters on your pink lace, wet patch where your desire pooled.

You draw a hand towards him and he takes it, falling over you on the bed. He doesn't waste time, giving you a sloppy kiss before mouthing at your neck, your collarbones, your tits. He laps at them first and you wonder if he's trying to get the last lingering taste of his cum. He catches a nipple next and sucks it.

Gaspy moans leave your lips. You part your legs instinctively and he buries between them, already hardening. His cock hits your thigh and he sucks and pinches and plays until you start thinking he might really be able to try.

Your hands descend down his back, freckled under your nails. You grip his waist, pushing at his hip, the hem of his boxers. Hamzah understands, leaving you long enough to kick them off. He pants in front of you, leaning back already, wet, swollen mouth parted.

Hamzah lays over you again and his hard cock presses into your need. You scratch your nails up his back and he jerks, bucking into you. A moan leaves both your mouths. He tries again, artless, just off your clit.

"Oh," he whispers, mostly to himself. He does it again, building and building heat inside of you, yet never relieving.

You huff. You sneak a hand between your bodies, moving your underwear aside until he slips under it.

Another boy would have taken the opportunity, would have buried inside before you even had time to nod, but Hamzah doesn't even think of it.

He humps your wet cunt, tucked tight under your underwear, hem pressing his length. Hamzah moans every time, quickening, desperate. He tilts his hand to better see as his cock bulges the cloth, a wet patch forming where his precum stains.

"Fuck."

And it's better; he's faster, and firmer, and mostly there. He follows your little puffs of shameful breaths, staying where they transform into slack moans.

Pleasure starts waking up inside your belly, sickly warm.

But you've had boys hump at you before, had them bucking between your legs. You know it's not what will get you off. You need your mind stimulated, to be so thoroughly hot and desperate you finally let yourself

до.

You pinch the nape of his neck, making him look at you. A slack, messy smirk lays on your lips. You tease,

"Have you ever thought of me during our tutoring sessions?"

Hamzah's hips stutter. He looks away. "Like..."

"Yeah, like, on my knees."

Hamzah blushes. "Well, yeah."

You grin, too pleased. A deadly smile, hunting.

"When?"

"I don't know..." He mutters. You scowl to yourself, and maybe he senses that, because his chin grazes your shoulder and he admits shamefully, "When you ate that popsicle. And you licked and you slurped and you sucked and, just- I'm a guy. I had visions."

"I had visions." You imitate, mocking. You tsk, "You're such a nerd." You roll your hips back against him and a whimper buries in the skin of your shoulder. "Was it how you imagined?"

"Better." He nods fervently. "So much fucking better. I actually died, I think. You're insane." Pride and power makes your head loose, makes pleasure ripple through your flesh.

You claw at his skin, warning dangerously, "You like it." All it does is make him moan, bucking faster against you. Your toes curl. You breathe in his ear, "Tell me more."

"I, uh- Shit." The tip of his cock burrows in your underwear as he slides, wet and slick from you. He shivers over you. "I'd think about— bending you over the desk."

Your smile ghosts your face, grazing his soft, fresh cheek. "Really?"

"Just, you know, when you wouldn't listen. And you'd pop that chewing gum, and you'd ignore me, and you'd be mean."

You smirk, clicking your tongue. "So you wanted to, what, toughen me up? Take your revenge?"

His cheeks redden. "No." His lips brush your shoulders, and he kisses, opposite. "I don't know. I wanted you to pay attention." He licks your neck. "I wanted to make you scream." Mouths at your jaw. "I wanted to fuck you. Or I- I wanted you."

You can't believe you're now the one blushing. You pant, glad he's buried in your throat, that he can't see.

A moan slips from you as he nips gently at your skin.

Your eyes roll in your skull.

"You like when I'm mean to you?" You tease meanly, out of breath. You scratch his back, burying your hand in his hair, and tugging until he looks you in the eyes.

"Gets you all bothered?"

Hamzah shivers, whining, "Fuck, please-"

You push him onto his back, rolling over. Two hands press into his chest, and you might very well concave his ribcage. You stare him down, divine. "You wanted to fuck me?"

His messy, unbrushed hair falls around his head like a halo. He's sweet enough to make your head spin. He watches you openly behind the glass of his specs, breathing, "Yes."

You trail your fingernails on his hard cock, down to his base. "And now?"

Devoting, "Yes."

A rush of thrill fills you. You kneel up, shimmying your underwear off. Hamzah gasps at the sight, raking a hungry gaze up and down your body. He holds the sheets of your bed with white-knuckled fingers.

You waste no time, rocking your cunt against his tip once, twice, before slowly lowering yourself on him.

You inhale at the stretch. Hamzah's eyes shut, whining. "Look at me," you order, and he listens.

His eyes flash open. He blinks at you as you bottom out. His head rolls, shaking. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." You go to move up, but he holds your hip down.

He takes deep breaths. "Can we- Just, this is-"

"It's okay," you whisper, taking his hand and placing it over the regular beating of your heart. He thumbs your nipple while he's there, breathing in sync with your pulse. You slowly roll your hips on him.

Hamzah moans, gripping the flesh of your thigh. You let him adjust to the feel of it, rocking softly, dragging your clit on his pelvis. You bite your lip raw as pleasure blooms inside of you. Your thighs ache to go faster, harder, but you maintain the delicate pace for him.

Just that has him shaking under you, and you once again grip his hand over your heart to ground him.

"Sorry," he says with an embarrassed laugh. "Fuck," is immediately added when you circle your hips, his eyes rolling. "Fuck, sorry."

"Stop apologizing," you order. "What are the other reactions?" You say, attempting to drag him out of his anxiety-filled head. He frowns at you. "Of enzymes."

His lips part. "I didn't know you knew that term."

You roll your eyes, then your hips, euphoria fizzling under your skin. "I listen to you." His unconvinced look betrays him. "Sometimes."

"They're, um- Shit. They come together to create one

- fuck, one larger molecule or-" You finally rock faster, angling your hips to have him bury inside you right where you need him. You moan, chest rising and falling quickly. Your legs grow desperate; you chase that sickly pleasure.

"Yeah?" You encourage him on, seeing his own pleasure resonate in his face. He bites his lip, pawing uselessly at your thigh. "Or?" You're out of breath.

"Or swap pieces," he finally finishes between two moans. Chuckles, "Actually, pretty much all biological reactions you can think of probably-" Your hips fall harsher on him and he loses his train of thought, overwhelmed. You smile, setting a wild pace, completely unfair.

"Probably what?" You say, teasing, "I'm always thinking about biological reactions."

"Don't tease," he pouts, and you slow down your thrusts just to spite him. He whines, pressing his short fingernails into the skin of your thigh.

"Come on." You make him look you in the eyes, mocking, "Educate me."

"They all have enzymes," Hamzah finally finishes. You reward him by reaching down and pinching his nipple.

He whimpers, cursing your name. "Why have you suddenly decided to be a good student?"

'Cause you're adorable when you're struggling to find words," you answer honestly. You hold your weight up on the hand pressed into his chest, angling your hips until your clit rubs and rubs his pelvis. Your eyes roll, fucking him quicker. "Fuck. I love when I can make you all stupid for me." The power in changing up his DNA composition, making a smart boy incapable of remembering all the jargon you yourself don't know, is addictive. Undoing him block by block until he's putty in your hands. Hamzah just moans, not arguing.

Sweat pearls his forehead. The white sheets make him angelic. He breathes your name, fluttering his eyelashes at you. "Can I try on top?" Maybe it's because he looks so reverent, so innocent, that you nod.

Hamzah doesn't push you and roll you over, instead staying there, as though waiting for it to just magically happen. You giggle to yourself, unmounting him and falling back on the mattress, legs parted. He swallows thickly, laying over you.

His glasses fall down his nose and you laugh, grabbing them and carefully placing them on your nightstand.

He blinks, adjusting to the blurry sight.

His hand shakes as he grabs himself and lines up. He misses once, twice, until you rest a soothing hand on his and guide him. Hamzah moans in your hair as he slides in. He stays in your wet heat for a second, catching his breath, before he thrusts.

And it's bad, of course. He doesn't have any rhythm, bucking blindly inside of you. It's a strange pace, irregular and powerless. He certainly can't find any type of mindnumbing spot. Pleasure simmers lowly in your belly, heat turned off almost to nothing if it weren't for the pretty moans that bury straight in your ear.

You grab his hip, making him look at you. "Start slow," you instruct, guiding him. He follows the movements of your hand, rocking back and forth, slow but regular.

"There," you nod, arching your back. "Just, tilt-" He repositions himself, eager to learn, and you shudder.

You call his name, syrupy with moans.

He's a fast learner, following diligently the guidings of your gripping hand. He fucks into you slowly, but surely. Your toes curl. Pleasure wakes up again, coiling in your belly. "Like this?" He breathes. You nod, encouraging him on.

"It's like I'm tutoring you," you remark, chuckling to yourself. Hamzah snorts. "I like being the smart one for once."

Hamzah frowns. "You're always smart." He says it without thinking, because he means it. Something wet chokes your throat, tugs at your lips. You stare up at his dark eyes, holding them through fanned lashes, searching for any hint of a lie behind his words. Truth.

You swallow, heart growing. "You just don't listen."

"Would you like me to?" You say, tone taunting. A self-destroying instinct, telling you to hurt, to ruin. "Make me your little pet? Be all obedient? Have me sucking your cock while you tell me all about biology?"

His eyebrows furrow. "Do you want me to do that?" All your bullets don't land. He's unconcerned on what he wants. You huff.

Instead of reckoning, you order, "Faster, now." Hamzah nods against your cheek. He obeys, thrusting quicker.

You let go of his hip, climbing up his back just to rake your nails down it. His hips snap faster, harsher, endeavored. You grin, licking his jaw, kissing the bone

"Fuck," he whimpers, catching your lips and kissing you. You wrap your arms around his neck, trapping him there as he ruts between your legs. You swallow all the sounds he makes, kill the swears you think of saying. Euphoria washes you.

He leaves your lips just to smack wet kisses over your face, again and again. On your forehead, your cheeks, your eyelids, your chin. He mouths down your throat, starts sucking and nipping at the side. You bury a hand into his hair, pushing him further down. "Not the neck," you explain, breathy.

Hamzah finds the side of your tits and he buries there, sucking at your skin. You arch into his mouth, pleasure rushing up your side at the pinpricks of pain. He moans against you, bucking faster. Your mind spins and spins. "Hamzah." Again, he speeds up, harsh and wild. "Fucking hell, Hamzah."

You tug at his hair and he releases you, lips wet and swollen. He pants over you, eyes dazed with pleasure.

A new wave of heat strikes you just from the sight of him, unmade and wild. You sneak a hand between your bodies. You find your clit easily, rubbing.

Hamzah's head drops to watch you. He whines, seeing where he disappears inside of you, over and over, where your nails swipe at you.

He leans his weight on one arm, joining his own hand with yours. You're surprised at the act, at the willingness of involving himself in the complicated business of your pleasure. Your fingers stop, resting up on your stomach.

He paws blindly at your cunt, just a little off where you need him. You grip his wrist, angling him at the right place, gently circling and swiping with his finger. The callus presses on your clit and it's a delicious sensation. You roll your eyes, crying out, then slapping your palm over your mouth. Hamzah grins proudly, continuing to rub at you.

"This is good, right?" He whispers, pretty eyes all vulnerable on you.

You nod frantically. "Yes. It's good." You melt on the sheets, parting your legs further. "It's really good." His cheeks flush at the compliment. You wrap your hand around his throat, resting there with silent ownership.

"Did you ever think it'd be me?"

He chokes on a laugh and a moan. "No. I never thought you'd ever even give me a look."

You hum, pleased with the answer. He realizes it's a privilege. You grin, pressing your fingers on the sides of his neck. His hips stutter, then snap even faster, a broken cry leaving him. His lips part in quiet ecstasy.

His eyes shut, rapid movement behind his eyelids.

You grin at him. "Well, you deserve it, helping me out this much."

You release him, at least giving him a chance. He falls into your shoulder, taking deep inhales, shaking.

"Thank you," he says, mumbly. "Thank you, baby, fuck." You rake through his hair, soothing. "Aw, fuck, I'm gonna-" He twitches inside of you.

"Not inside!" You shout. Hamzah gasps, thrusting out of you. He cries as he comes on your navel and cunt.

He catches his breath, blinking himself back to this reality, still shaking.

"Sorry," he says, shortwinded. A pang of

disappointment hits you. It's not like you've ever come with someone else before, but it had felt really close this time.

At least Hamzah tried.

Hamzah watches his cum painted over your skin, catching your piercing, mixing with the slick of your cunt. He moans to himself, then bends down between your thighs.

You rest on your elbows, frowning. "What—" He licks a stripe over your cunt, tasting both your juices.

Euphoria strikes through you. Your back hits the mattress as you fall back, legs shaking. "Hamzah." He hums, faraway, licking and licking to clean you all up.

You bury a hand in his hair, grounding him in place.

He finds your clit, rubbing it with the tip of his tongue, circling then sucking it. You jolt on the bed, biting back a scream. You frown to yourself, tugging on his hair, fire boiling inside your stomach. What the fuck.

He laps at you, moaning every time your nails scratch his scalp, the sound vibrating against you. A hand wraps around your thigh, keeping you open for him.

He devours you eagerly, hungrily, until you're a mess melting into his mouth.

"God, Hamzah," you cry. You have to actually hold back another one with a slap of your hand, shocked at yourself as you scream into your palm.

Hamzah stops, breathing harshly, and you throw a glance down in question. He climbs up your stomach, lapping at your skin, cleaning the last of his cum. You whimper at the dirty sight, desire drumming down your limbs.

He throws you a hot look. Tongue out, full of white cum. He goes back between your legs and buries it in your cunt, fucking it in. You jump, cursing to the ceiling. He laughs, greedily tasting you.

You roll your hips into his face, hitting the tip of his nose on your clit. Every strike has ecstasy resonating in your bones. You feel light on your bones.

His lips wrap around your clit. He sucks, grazing a tongue, swiping and circling like you showed him. You recognize the same pattern, recognize the rhythm. Of course he's a fast learner.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you chant, choked by your hand.

You raise your hips into his mouth, silently begging.

Your legs shake, desperate. Pressure pushes at your belly. Your eyes roll. "Don't stop."

He mumbles something in your cunt, probably a promise or a praise, dutifully not stopping. He laps and eats and fucks until your brain melts into your skull, dripping down your spine.

"Oh, fuck, l'm-" Your head shakes fervently. "Just stay

- Shit, Hamzah, just- I-" The pressure snaps and you come on his readied tongue, screaming. Hot white flashes in your vision. Relief washes you, dipping to every crevices, relaxing you. He moans against your cunt.

Hamzah continues to lick you, mission-bound, until your lungs are on fire and you physically push him away. He smiles up at you, chin sticky and wet and red. He wipes it, kneeling.

"Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?" You say, shortwinded, shocked to your bones. You stare at him like he's grown a second head.

It's the first time someone other than your knowing hand made you come. And it's fucking Hamzah. You blink at him.

“What?” He laughs, falling beside you on the bed.

You gesture vaguely downwards. "That."

"Oh," he blushes. Shrugs. "I don't know. I watch stuff," You laugh, shaking your head. "You perv. Knew you weren't all innocent,"

Hamzah grins, cheekily proud. He gently grazes the bruise he left on your breast, the splotch of red that will darken, be a leftover trace of him.

"Thanks," he says simply.

"You're welcome." You shift your legs, feeling the wetness still between them. "Thanks to you too, I guess." He grins, hiding in the white pillows.

He gives you a look. "Will you listen when I tutor you now?"

You smirk mischievously. "Maybe if you have my fingers in your mouth."

"Oh," Hamzah says, eyes wide. "Will you — Will this happen again?"

You make a noncommittal shrug, though a more definite answer hums in your heart. "Maybe if you're really good." You smile to yourself. "Or really boring, and I need to shut you up."

"You can shut me up any day."

"I know." You linger in that moment for just a second more, eyes locked together, smiles tickling your lips.

Then you sit up, reaching for your underwear.

"Session's almost done."

Hamzah nods, lips thin. "Right." He pats the nightstand for his glasses.

You dress yourselves, wiping away sweat and cum, brushing wild strands. On the way to the door, your roommates arrive back home, in the process of taking off their shoes when you catch their eyes.

"I didn't know you'd be here, Hamzah," One of them says. You don't like her tone, or the way her eyes glaze over him, like he's a prize she's chasing. Hamzah awkwardly laughs, looking over at you for some type of guidance.

"He's just leaving,"

She pouts, "That's a shame,"

A green fire flames in the pit of your stomach, glowing and thrashing, a mix of jealousy and possessiveness that grows with each second too long she looks at him. It's unsettling, so incredibly annoying, watching your roommate stare at him like some kind of God, merely minutes after taking his innocence, as if you just painted him in some type of glow, that only now people want to take what's yours.

You can't stand it, tugging on Hamzah's arm and guiding him to the door. "Hamzah," her voice has both of you snapping your heads back,

"Are you busy tomorrow? I was wondering if you wanted to go out?"

Fuck off.

And maybe you wouldn't have spoken up if he didn't look to you right away, lost puppy eyes and all, like your approval and opinion is all that matters to him. So you take control, "Oh, Hamzah's busy tomorrow, right?"

"Right," He nods, unconvincing. But it's okay because he won't be lying, you'll make sure he's busy because he's yours now.

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elsa-fogen · 10 days ago

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More tumblr in winx

around season 1 time

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🟦the-trix-official Follow sep 2, 2004

This evening gonna be so fun 😈

🌟stella-magix-beauty Follow sep 2, 2004

oh no. they're up to something again.

#maximum attention #this is serious #the trix are planning something #reblog this asap!! #the trix

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🟦the-trix-official Follow sep 3, 2004

@.cold-b-witch got a duck and it's calling her MOM