#observingly

[quantumleapt]

@observingly dreams: who did this to you?

“  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”   always accepting.

"Al."

It's barely a breath, but the soft murmur relaxes too tight shoulders, whole body sagging into the floor. A smile, somewhere between dazed and beatific, appears on too pale features, and hazel eyes fall shut with a sigh. He can almost feel a hand running through his hair, matted with blood, fingers so familiar skimming over the head wound before moving to... what, hold him in his lap, just like they used to on so many summer's days, so many lifetimes ago? Anything's possible now that his eyes are closed. He's here. That's all that matters.

"Berto..." Sam ventures, curling up tighter as if he's half-awake and dreaming. "...You found me." It's a reverent, awe-filled phrase, a notion that, even after all this time, he still isn't quite able to grasp. No matter what, Al will be there, Al will find him, Al will bring him home.

It's one of the few fundamental truths he still has.

But there's panic, anger in his tone-- from the sounds of it, Al's about halfway to the admiral voice-- and the reality of the situation starts to slither over his skin, seeping into his subconscious and the pit of his stomach.

"...I don't know," he answers honestly. "Can't... remember. I..." With effort, he opens his eyes to half-mast. Blinking a few times, he sees only darkness. "...where are we, Al?..."

[guttersniper]

@observingly said: that’s an old person’s word. 

the interestings.

there’s a solid beat of silence. he blinks, showing eyelids purpled by spiderwebbed veins left by sleep deprivation, stress. finally: “ well. i’m talking to an old man, aren't i? “ unruly brush of singular brow rises, dryly questioning. “ know your audience, and all that. “

[choicescreen]

@observingly​

“ alberto, you���re coming to my apartment to slow your roll, and that’s final. “ talk about pulling out the uncle voice.

[elencr]

ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚    ―      ㅤ‘ FROM THE TAG. ’   | ACCEPTING !

                                     ❛  sender kisses receiver to congratulate them .   ❜

* .  ♡              “ you made it ! ” she tries not to squeal.  she said her excuse me to the person she had been talking  -  making her way through the small crowd of people who had turned up.  this had been a long time coming.  the opening of her bakery was something she had been looking forward to for as long as she could remember.  letting her arms wrap around @observingly​  ,  the kiss of congratulations made her lips pull even wider  -  hands resting at the back of al’s head  ,  she pulled away  ,  before leaning forward again  ,  pressing a kiss to his cheek.  “ i’m so happy you’re here  ,  al. ”

[videovamptramp]

i’m right over here, why can’t you see me? (2)

// when ellie’s reaction to you and abby hooking up isn’t quite what you expected, she leads you right into abby’s open arms. //

[warnings: jealousy, pining, angst, slight arguing, angry!ellie, illusions to one-sided feelings, simp!abby, fuckgirl!ellie, sexual implications]

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this is pt.2 (pt.1 can be found here)

abby was always taught to be the bigger person. her father consistently reminded her that no matter how people treat her, she should always be the bigger person. that’s most of the reason why she’s so reserved and non-confrontational. when she first started university, she knew she didn’t quite fit in. unlike a vast majority of students around here, she wasn’t here for the “college” experience. she was just here to play soccer and get her degree in engineering. she also noticed you from the first day of freshman year, but she was way too shy to say hi to you. abby’s never really been good at flirting or starting conversation with new people. she often feels too awkward, or too intimidated to say anything.

manny took a liking to her right away; the school got his rooming situation mixed up, and that’s how he ended up being abby’s roommate. it was strange at first for her; she was wary about having a guy as a roommate. but she quickly learned manny was a cool guy. he was funny, and hung up pictures of him and his dad right away. abby could relate, as she was very close to her dad as well.

manny slowly seemed to get abby out of her shell, and would invite her to various functions and parties. but he quickly learned if it didn’t have anything to do with soccer, abby wasn’t really interested. even the girls who threw themselves at the dark haired blonde, would get shot down without abby even realizing she was rejecting them. you were ironically the first person abby found herself interested in. hell, after the party yesterday, abby was almost certain she was enthralled by you.

after walking you back to your dorm, you gave abby your number and hugged her tightly. abby walked all the way back to her shared room with a dorky grin on her face. she could still smell your girly perfume, and all she could think about was your pretty smile. a part of her wondered if you’d cave and call ellie, but when you texted her after she had gotten out of the shower, she knew you didn’t.

y/n (1:34 a.m): i can’t wait to see how she reacts tomorrow, thanks for helping me haha

y/n (1:35 a.m): and thank you for keeping me company tonight, i really liked getting to know you abby 🖤

the smile that tugged at her lips after reading your message was nearly unrecognizable. as she walked out of the bathroom with her eyes and thumbs on her phone screen, manny raises a brow in slight suspicion at the peculiar sight.

abby (1:42 a.m): i really liked getting to know you too, i hope we can get to know each other better :) i was serious about teaching you how to ride a horse lol

“that’s a face i’ve never seen before.” manny states observingly, causing abby to look away from her phone, over at her roommate who was flashing her an intrigued smile. a blush coats her freckled covered cheeks as she thinks about you and your smile. “you remember that girl from my women’s history class? y/n?” abby reminds her best friend, who throws his head back and lets out a bark of a laugh. “abby you jugadora (player)! i knew you’d get laid eventually.” he taunts causing the jock to roll her eyes. “i didn’t ‘get laid’, gross ass. i finally said more than five words to her. i got her number too.” abby smirks, and mischief glints in manny’s eyes. “so nora dragging you to that party was a good thing then?” he half taunts and abby’s phone chimes, signaling that you’ve texted her again; her face gets hot, and manny chuckles.

y/n (1:44 a.m): i’ll be waiting for you to set something up when we’re not tipsy then ;)

abby (1:46a.m): i don’t think you’ll be waiting for very long <3 goodnigjt y/n, sleep tight

y/n (1:47 a.m): goodnight abby 🖤

when you wake up the next morning, your head is throbbing, and thoughts of last night begin to flood your mind. suddenly you remember all about abby’s plan to make ellie jealous. you reach over for your phone and see you have a string of missed calls, and five texts from ellie. your heart thumps as you open the text thread with the brunette.

ellie (2:20 a.m): you home??

ellie (6:34 a.m): why didn’t you call me last night?

ellie (6:35 a.m): did you make it back to your room safely??

ellie (9:35 a.m): you going to class today?

ellie (11:47 a.m) did you really hookup with anderson last night? it’s all that nora chick and her friend are talking about rn.

your cheeks heat up as you read the last message; word certainly seems to move fast around here. before you can even think about a response to ellie’s various messages, your gaze wanders to the time. your eyes widen as you gasp, realizing you slept nearly half the day away; it was already 2:30 p.m and nobody except for abby knew you were alive. you scurry off your bed, and just as your about to grab your clothes and stuff to shower, dina comes barging into your shared dorm. “dude, is it true!? did you hookup with the captain of the soccer team last night!?” dina sounds excited, and your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink, causing her to gasp.

“you did! holy shit, y/n… i didn’t think you had it in you.” she comments, sounding a bit impressed. “what? you didn’t think i had enough rizz to pull abby anderson?” you question half jokingly, causing the raven haired girl to laugh loudly. “oh no, i’m well aware you can pull whoever you want, i just didn’t think you’d move on from ellie so fast! i didn’t even come home last night, i spent the night listening to ellie rant about you and abby hunky anderson.” dina teases you mercilessly, doing nothing to ease the way your face is burning.

the raven haired girls eyes then widen, shining with pure amusement. “did you two do it in here? on your bed!?” she cackles before whistling, “who are you?” dina asks half jokingly as she begins to walk over to her side of the room, reaching for her biology textbook. “you’re leaving again?” you ask out loud, and dina nods, turning her head and flashing you a roguish smile. “yup, i’m studying with jesse till five.” she admits, and you raise your brows, offering her a disbelieving expression. “studying or fucking?” you ask her, poking fun at the slightly taller girl. she rolls her eyes, but looks away from you in order to keep you from seeing the way her face changes in color. “unlike you, i am considerate of jesse’s roommate. we wait until he’s at work.” dina’s response causes you to laugh, shaking your head in amusement.

“whatever. i’m going to shower, and change into pajamas. maybe i’ll make myself a cup soup and watch reruns of buffy all evening.” you tell her, and dina snorts. “maybe you could call anderson to join you. i’m sure she’ll be up for round two.” dina’s voice is sardonic but dripping with lightheartedness. “who says we didn’t already have round two?” you inquire challengingly, causing dina to gasp as she reaches for a pillow on her bed, tossing it right at you. you laugh loudly, as you make your way towards the door with your pajamas and toothbrush in hands. right as you open the door to rush out, you come face to face with ellie who had been debating with herself on whether to knock or not.

her eyebrows meet her hairline as she sees you, your mascara from last night a mess, and your hairs a mess. there’s a wave of hot, red anger that surges throughout the brunette as she realizes you’ve been so busy with abby anderson, you haven’t been able to answer any of her messages, or even been able to wash your face. her eyes flicker over to your bed that’s a mess, and suddenly unwanted images of abby fucking you on your bed flood her mind.

“it’s nice to see you’re alive.” ellie grumbles a bit dramatically as she pushes her way into the room, causing dina to turn around and look at you. “you knew i was okay. i was with abby.” you respond, and the mere mention of the other girl seems to set ellie off. “no i didn’t know that y/n! i don’t know a fucking thing about abby! she could’ve been a weirdo who only wanted to take advantage of you—” you cut ellie off before she can say something stupid, “but she wasn’t! abby and i are both two consenting adults who hooked up, just like everyone else around here!” you snap a bit harshly, and the words feel like a slap to the face for ellie. “so the rumors are true? you and anderson hooked up last night?” ellie’s voice sounds hurt, and you can’t even recognize the expression that’s etched onto her features.

“uh, jesse’s waiting for me, so i’ll let you guys talk.” dina declares a bit awkwardly, she can feel the tension in the room, but she decides to stay out of it and walk away. before she walks out, the raven haired girl flashes you a look of reassurance. when she shuts the door behind her, you and ellie are left alone. you shake your head, “why do you sound so angry about it? you hookup with girls all the time!” you counterpoint, and ellie shakes her head. “but i never ditch you to do it!” she hisses, while you respond with an eye roll. “yes you do! ellie, you ditched me last night for angela! you do it at every party with different girls, but the one time i do it, it’s a problem?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

“i was worried about you! i don’t care about your meaningless, shitty hookup with anderson.” ellie spits rudely, and you let out an angry laugh of disbelief. “shitty? why do you think i was asleep all day? it was amazing.” you nearly grimace as you realize you sound like you’re trying too hard to convince ellie. “besides, abby already asked me on a date. she wants to go horseback riding.” you lie right through your teeth, and ellie lets out a chuckle. “yeah? that sounds like complete bullshit.” she calls you on your bluff, and you raise a brow, “what sounds like bullshit? that someone could actually want something more than a hookup with me?” you ask challengingly, causing ellie’s annoyed expression to falter. “no, y/n, that’s not what i meant…” she trails off, her voice lowering slightly.

“then what did you mean? because to me it sounds like you think all abby or anyone could ever want me for is a hookup.” you reply dryly, but ellie can detect the slight hurt in your tone. she shakes her head again, “no that isn’t— it’s not you! it’s abby! girls like her aren’t actually interested in dating anyone. i mean, half the cheerleading team said she sleeps with girls and never talks to them again!” ellie points out, and you furrow your eyebrows. “since when do you listen to rumors?” you demand, making her run her fingers through her hair in frustration. “you can’t seriously be thinking about going out with her, are you?”

her question causes you to frown, “yes i am. and unless you can give me an actual reason on why i shouldn’t, then we have nothing left to fight about.” your voice is strangely stern, and something in ellie’s stomach drops because of it. “i’m going to go shower… just like was before you barged in here.” you know you sound meaner than usual, but you can’t help it. ellie was supposed to be showing you how sexy she was when she was jealous, not what a jerk she was. you didn’t even mean to lie about your date with abby; it had just slipped out. ellie had a way of pushing your buttons, and in a way you knew the more you talked about abby, the more you were pushing hers. you walk out of your room, shutting the door behind you and leaving ellie alone. she can’t help but glance over at the messy, undid bed that was taunting her. ellie hates thinking about you and abby together, but she still can’t figure out why. dina was right, the brunette might just be the most oblivious person on the planet.

you’re not as upset after getting clean. a warm shower and a fresh set of pajamas always makes you feel better. when you get back to your room, ellie is no longer there, but there's a twinge of guilt that runs through your veins. you push it as far away from your thoughts as you can. you know you shouldn't feel bad; after all, ellie has been raving about how "pretty" and "hot" angela is for the last four weeks! you shouldn't feel the slightest bit guilty for making her jealous with abby.

as your mind thinks about the honey blonde girl, a small, inevitable smile makes it's way onto your lips. though the smile falls fast when you realize you're going to have to ask abby to help you again. this time it was your own doing; you angrily lied to ellie and told her you had a date with abby. in a way it made you feel a bit pathetic, faking a date. the cruel voice in your head was telling you that ellie was right; you couldn't get a date with someone like abby... not an actual date at least. but ellie didn't really know that. as far as she knew, you were going to be riding off into the sunset with abby after your date.

ellie doesn’t text you throughout the rest of the evening or night. a part of you feels a bit bad for lying to her, but the other part of you knows you only did it because she was acting stupid. the next morning you wake up and get ready for your classes; feeling way better than you did yesterday. abby sees you walking to your second class, which happens to be women’s history with her. she can’t stop herself from approaching you, regardless of the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

“y/n.” she greets you with that soft accent, that causes an unfamiliar warmth to course throughout your body. “abigail.” you respond back, unable to contain the smile on your face. “how did things go with williams yesterday?” she asks curiously, and your smile falls at the mention of your best friend. “not good? was my plan a bust?” she questions cautiously, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. you sigh, “i don’t know. i mean, she was really mad yesterday when she came to my room. she heard people saying we hooked up, and she said all you wanted was to hookup and never talk to me again…” you trail off, and abby opens her mouth to disagree, but you go on before she can get a word out.

“i kinda got really mad when she said that and i might’ve lied to her about us having a date.” you blush in pure embarrassment, and abby lets out a laugh. “oh jeez, i don’t even wanna picture how angry she got when you told her that.” abby’s voice is light, yet there’s a slight seriousness in her tone; she remembers the way ellie was glaring at her the other night. you shake your head, a small frown etching itself onto your face. abby can’t figure out how you look so pretty all the time; even when you’re upset. “yeah she was pretty mad… but who cares? she’s just acting like a jerk! i mean, to be jealous is one thing but she doesn’t have to be an asshole about it. she’s supposed to be my best friend. realistically she’s supposed to be happy for me.” you mutter, causing the blonde to raise her brows in amusement.

“she’s your best friend who’s in love with you. the more time you spend with me, the angrier she’s gonna get.” abby points out with a slight mumble, and you sigh, “if ellie is as in love with me as you and dina say she is, then she would’ve said something yesterday. but she didn’t. i honestly think ellie just isn’t into me like that.” you sound genuinely sad as you come to terms with this, and the dismal expression on your face causes something to tug at abby’s heartstrings. she doesn’t like seeing you sad.

“she’s just stubborn. she needs more of a push. i mean you said she got upset when you told her we have a date.” abby tries, as you both stand outside of the classroom, continuing the conversation. “yeah, but she’s ellie, she literally has anger issues. maybe she was just mad that i promised to call, and i didn’t.” you explain, and abby shrugs. “then lets go on a date. let’s see how ellie reacts to it.” the taller girl throws the idea out there, causing you to freeze. you look at her, “you wanna take me on a “date”, just so i can see how ellie reacts?” your voice has suspicion laced throughout it, as abby nods. “why do you wanna help me so badly?” you interrogate slightly, obviously not trusting the blonde.

she laughs at the way your eyes are narrowed, and she can’t help but find every expression of yours absolutely adorable. “because i like you. you’re the coolest person i’ve met around here aside from nora and manny. i’ll help you get the girl if that’s what you want. i’m a great wingman.” she winks at you, and you roll your eyes playfully, that genuine smile that causes abby’s heart to palpitate returns. “you’re also a very sweet person.” you add onto her boast; this causes the back of her neck to heat up, as she looks down at her boots and smiles. you wrap your arms around her and hug her tightly, just like you did the other night.

and just like the first time you hugged her, abby’s mind begins to race as the smell of your perfume takes over her senses. she hugs you back, and when you pull away you have this mischievous grin on your face. “i guess we’ve officially got a date then, anderson.” you half joke, as you lead abby into the classroom. abby’s sure her face is as red as a tomato, and she’s much too busy thinking about how soft you are and how good you smell to think of a good response. instead, all abby can do is follow you like a puppy to your seat. she sits down next to you, and throughout the entire class, she doesn’t pay attention once.

after the class ends she realizes she hasn’t taken a single note, and has no idea what the assignment topic for tonight is. every thought she seemed to have, circled back to you. the worst of it was, you were probably thinking about ellie while she was thinking about you nonstop.

after class, she groans to herself as she realizes she has no idea what the assignment topic for tonight is. she was too busy stealing glances at you, and thinking about your “date”.

“god, what the hell did i get myself into?”

abby thinks to herself as she walks into her shared dorm. she throws herself onto her bed, her thoughts never leaving you.

meanwhile ellie slams the door behind her as she storms into her room. she can’t help but feel more upset than ever. she saw you and abby walking to class today, and it caused an ugly green wave of jealousy to wash over her. for a moment she actually wanted to go up to abby and punch her right in front of you, though ellie knew you’d never forgive her for that. but ellie also couldn’t just sit around and watch you fall for abby fucking anderson.

suddenly, she pauses in the middle of pacing as an idea hits her; like a lightbulb lighting up over her head. ellie knows what she has to do; she’s going to ruin your date with abby, and she has a million different ideas on how to do it.

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team abby or team ellie? 👀

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[cvnt4him]

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It doesn't make any sense to him, really.

How did you, the same person he, not that'd it even come up in conversation, helplessly.... 'massaged' himself a little too 'roughly' until he blew his load, how did you have him like this? You were towering over him on his bed as he held your hips, bucking into you, god he needs you so bad. You felt that and you ate it up. You loved the fact he needed you.

The room was filled with hot breaths and moans accompanied by groans and whines occasionally, it was a little misunderstanding really, you had never intended to get the #1 hero all hot and bothered while spending the day with him for your little vlog.

"SPENDING THE DAY WITH THE #1 HERO!!!"

The title of your YouTube video, you just wanted to meet him is all, and when he dm'd YOU, for a colab? You were over the moon!! You'd wanted to meet him for so long!! Maybe at a meet n greet, or some kind of convention, or anything else but no, he wanted to colab with you.

You were in another state at the time, filming in case you have some kind of posting material, when he told you you'd be flying in his very own private jet??? Yeah what kind of Wattpad fanfic is this?? This doesn't just happen in real life, and yet it did, to you.

The way he hugged you for the first time like he loved the warmth you aid to him, like your body was just what he needed, craved. God if only you knew what slutty dirty things he did to himself thinking of you that night, you'd be so disgusted in him!!

Or would you?

That question was all that clouded poor zuzus thoughts as he studied and observed you very closely as you spent your time together.

"we'll be staying in my penthouse! It's pretty big so you can have your own room until I fly you back out to New York!! If that's alright with you, of course."

He spoke to you in the sweetest, calmest, voice ever, his words so hypnotic, he hadn't realized you'd practically been under his spell for so long, this really was the dream, meeting your celebrity crush, STAYING WITH HIM?? You're sleeping, in his very own house. penthouse, that is.

You two played games, watched movies, and you asked him questions his very own fans would've loved to have known. And he shared every detail with you, with pure utter truth laced in his words. Everything he told you was true, because he felt he couldn't lie to you. You were so pure!! Such an angel! You didn't deserve to be lied to or harmed, ever!

"and that was 'spending the day with izuku midoriya'!!' you say as you end your video with your normal 'like n subscribe' shit and turn your camera off sighing at how much footage you'll have to edit and keep to yourself, but hey at least you got a day with your husband out of it!!

He looked at you, observingly, as you sigh and out your hand in the back of your neck in a tired sense.

"man you don't know how tiring it really is being an influencer, haha!" You joke.

He chuckled lightly, gaze still locked on you, your hands, how much smaller they are in comparison to his, how soft they are, how well you'd please him with them.

He really didn't want his mind going there with you, honest! It was never his intentions!! But how could he help himself? You were just so mesmerizing, corrupting. Izuku had never been such a pervert before he'd looked at your beautiful face!

So really, these thoughts, his growing erection that painfully twitches behind his zipper, the amount of precum leaking from his already needy and ready cock, it's your fault. All your fault.

If you hadn't looked so good, spoke to him with a honey like voice, with such a sultry tone, he wouldn't have gotten these thoughts! He wouldn't have gotten this hard.

So yeah, when he stood and glided behind you and put his hands on your shoulder, rubbing and massaging the tense area, causing a low moan to rip right out of you, which he heard and accepted, there was no way, in any way, any if this could even remotely be his fault!

He was just giving you what he knew you needed, a nice relaxing massage. Like the one he gave himself 2 weeks ago listening to the sound of your drunken voice and slurred words as you fan girls over meeting him, how much you loved his suit and how sexy you really thought he was, it's a shame you hadn't actually gotten to see him in his hero suit much today, maybe some other time!

He continued to massage you little whimpers escaping you from the rough yet gentle motions of his heavy, warm, hands, the way his hands trailed up to your neck then back down to your shoulders, it felt so amazing, you couldn't help but close your eyes and let him control you.

You hadn't realized it at first, but this slut really was pressing his oh so hard cock right up against your back, and he.. was he moaning?

The sounds of this grown adult man, whimpering lightly above you, grinding his weeping cock, against your back like some teenaged virgin, made your eyes shoot wide open, you didn't move, you say there, listening and being patient to assure this was what was actually happening.

Once you were sure, you quickly whipped your body around to look at him with a smirk, he jumped in confusion and terror, he was so afraid that you had caught onto what he was doing, and you did.

You scoffed, and looked him up and down, eyes trailing back down to his hard on them widening at the heavy amount of precum that left his still twitching cock.

Damn, well at least you knew his cock was thick and strong enough to make his pants move along with his cock.

"had you really thought I didn't notice the way you were grinding against me like a slut?"

He whimpered opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish. It was never his intentions!!! Honest!! Why won't you believe him! This is your fault anyways!! Take responsibility!

He thought of what he wanted to say, opening his mouth before being completely shut down by you, as you laughed out loud at the sight in front of you, his eyes were glossy, his cock was still twitching, and his hair was slightly messy, was he really gonna cum against your back?

"wow, I idolized a hero, a man known for his big bright smile, a smile that could save a man's life. And yet, here he is, rubbing his disgusting cock against his acquaintance, not even, technically a business partner. I never knew you were such a dirty, pathetic, slut."

He looked at you in horror, fuck. He really was a slut. And damn did it get him so hot and bothered when you called him one, the way you spat venom with each word that left your beautifully glossed lips, a smirk still painted upon your features, and you scoff once more.

He looked as if he was gonna cry, really he did, you laughed at that.

"are you really gonna cry because I caught you, being a dirty whore? God, you really are pathetic."

You laughed again, but you hadn't known, the real reason he was gonna cry was because, yeah sure, he was humiliated and embarrassed, but he was teary eyed because he was enjoying it. He knew he was a slut, only slits enjoy being degraded in such ways, with such hurtful names, he enjoyed it so much his cock started leaking again.

You wiped a tear that left your eye from the belly laugh you just had, as you sigh with a smile still on your face, you look at him in his eyes as he instantly looked away, covering his face with his arm.

"This is your fault.."

He said to you, in the softest, sluttiest, shakiest voice he could muster up.

It really was pathetic you almost busted out laughing again, but you'd thought you'd spare him the extra embarrassment.

You were curious on what he meant by 'your fault'.

"whatever do you mean, midoriya?"

You ask blessing him with the beautiful sound of you calling him by his last name.

He couldn't even look at you, let alone speak. He sighed, arm still covering his red, sweaty, freckled face.

So he asks himself again, how did you, manage to get on top of him, stroking his leaky, dribbling cock as he moans and writhes underneath you, you had demanded he tie himself up with black whip and he obeyed without a word. He needed this and you loved that.

You had been edging him for an hour now, he hadn't came but he felt like he could, all he wanted to do was cum for you, all he wanted was to please you, be inside of you!

You were really bullying and torturing him for basically defending himself against your forceful will. You were the one who started rubbing your neck as your shirt draped off of your shoulder.

You did this to him, and yet he's being punished? It wasn't fair! He didn't deserve to be edged and tortured by your, just as predicted, soft, smaller than, hands, the way you held his thick cock with both of your hands, your fingers not being able to touch around his slightly veined length, he loved how much you enjoyed getting him off like this, hell just blatantly torturing him, so you endured it for a little while longer, for you.

His pants and boxers had been ruined with his precum, you had discarded them long ago, you rub your hands up and down his cock in painfully fast strokes, it hurt so bad all he could do was sob underneath you and arch up into your touch.

His leaky cock just wouldn't stop leaking, giving you more precum every time you gave his pretty glossed cock a full stroke, you rubbed the tip of his cock repeatedly, rubbing and smearing his sticky precum around the head of his cock, earning a loud whine from him, he was putty in your pretty, manicured hands.

"do you want it, big boy? Does my big strong man need it? Need to cum?~" you tease and coo to him in a baby like voice, with pouty lips, laughing at his reactions to this, he nodded eagerly with little 'yes please's and 'mhm!'s leaving his plump lips that had been chewed to the point its practically numb.

You continued your fast strokes before pulling both your hands away laughing at his body leaning forward for your touch, the sobs and heavy tears that leave his body are genuinely so cute.

He wanted to cum so badly, he needed it! How could you be so cruel!

"please.. please! Let me.. make me cum!! Mommy~..."

He whined with a string of pleas leaving his mouth as he sobs helplessly begging for the release he needed, he could taste, he just needed you to get him there.

Oh?

That's new? And actually, oddly fucking hot, you'd never been called mommy before, you actually fucking liked it.

"what's that, pretty boy?"

He hadn't meant for it to slip! It just did! He felt far too good in the given moment and had to beg for his release which you still haven't graced upon him.

He whined and looked away, you scoff and think, how will you get him to call you mommy again?

Oh, that's right, bargaining!

"alright, midoriya, let's make a deal. You call me mommy again, no, beg for me, whilst calling me mommy, and I'll let you come, promise."

He listened, he liked the way that sounded.

He gulped down hard, look at you with those big die eyes of his, batting away tears threatening to spill from him, as he sighed shakily.

"please... mommy?" Was all he gave, his voice whispered as he looked up at you with tired pleading eyes,he sighed frowning deeply as he was sticky in sweat and his own pre, his cock still twitching and aching, he needed it but he wasn't going to make you give it to him, he truly was a good boy!!

You sighed, satisfied with what he'd given you, and you finally, granted him with the sweet relief of cumming his brains out, which he did, beautifully as he shook and turned and sobbed begging for the sweet release while you stroked his cock in a hurried pace, you were glad you'd given him the sweet and savory release he needed.

"good boy."

Was all you said as he rolled his eyes back and shot thick, white, planks of his hot white cum all over your hands, shirt, and all over his own chest, he always came a lot, so this was expected from him, however you, you hadn't expected there to be this much, and hell he was stilk cumming, little drips of his white seed still spilling from his overstimulated, twitching, cock now softening in you palm as you petted his thick girth it lying limp in your hand.

He sighed in relief, he'd finally cum and was spent, all he wanted now was to cuddle the cause of his explosion of an orgasm.

Which you granted, you hadn't expected to start dating after this, but you'd better believe you'd be meeting like this again. He vowed that he'd bend you over every surface he had to, to get you obsessed and brain dead with his cock, it belonged to you.

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AN; I feel like this is pretty good, now that I'm for the most part well rested and not in a mood, I think I wrote this well enough! Enjoy babes<33

Taggies!!; @lovelykil, @heromissy, @v3n7s, @lily-sinclair-2006

[rivatar]

Pandora’s Hub

Pairing: Adult!Lo’ak x Fem!Human!Scientist!reader

Warnings/content: MDNI 🔞, heavy smut, p in v, outdoor sex & recording (obvi), porn references/simulation, degradation & praising, creampie, flirty man-whore Lo’ak, squirting

A/n: Day 5 prompt (Outdoor Sex + recording) for Pandora’s Glow- hosted by @luvv4j4ybe11 @aperiraa! Sorry it’s a week late, I’ve had so much going on (graduations, weddings, birthdays, etc) but I finally finished this. And ngl it’s filthyyy hehehe🤭. Also I hope you guys get the ‘Pandora’s Hub’ = ‘Pornhub’. Idk I thought it was funny 💀

Dividers by @cafekitsune

W/c: 2.2k

It was a beautiful day on Pandora. Quietly humming to yourself, you made your way towards the forest where you would be collecting photos of many different plants to further your research. The book ‘Pandoran Botany’ that Grace Augustine wrote was literally like your Bible. You spent countless hours working with the other botanists to learn more about these plants and what they are capable of providing. Their beauty and wonder never failed to amaze you.

You’ve spent almost the past week coming out into different spots in the forest to capture photos of plants and try to identify them without looking in the book. Of course, you didn’t stray too far from the lab but each day you ventured out a little further and further, not being able to contain yourself each time you seen a new plant you’d never seen since you arrived on Pandora. But what was the harm, right?

You were crouched down in a spot, carefully focusing the camera on the details of this plant you found.

“What’re you doing out here?” A deep voice startled you, making you jump and gasp, nearly dropping the camera. You whipped around to find the source.

“Oh, Lo’ak,” you blew out a sigh of relief with your hand over your heart, “You scared the shit out of me!”

He laughed, flashing a wide and charming smile, looking at you in amusement. “Sorry, didn’t know you were so jumpy,” he teased with his hands on his hips.

You stood up from your crouch and gave him an eye roll, trying to suppress a smirk.

“Well, what are you doing?” He asked for the second time.

“Oh yeah— I’m just taking some pictures of some plants for my research,” you explained as he nodded in response. “What are you doing?” You threw the question back at him.

He tsked, “Last time I checked you’re on my terrain. Didn’t know I needed a reason to be out here.” He tilted his head at you holding your camera.

“Let me see this,” he snatched the camera out of your hand.

“Hey!” You tried to grab it back but he dangled it way above your head due to his much taller stature. “Be careful with it, Lo’ak, it’s got important stuff on there!” You scolded while jumping up and attempting to get it back. It was to no use, though.

He chuckled and seemed to enjoy teasing you. “Awww, the little human girl can’t reach. Aren’t you just pathetic?” he laughed and feigned pity, poking out his bottom lip in a fake sad expression all while holding you off with one strong arm.

He threw it up in the air and gasped to scare you, only for him to easily catch it with his large hands. Your heart dropped, not wanting the camera to shatter and lose all the photos it possessed.

“Knock it off, Lo’ak!” You shouted angrily and kicked his shin, only to make him bust out laughing.

“You’re so cute when you’re angry,” he kept laughing and petted your head.

“I’m not a fucking child, stop treating me like one!”

“Oh, yeah?” His eyes danced around playfully.

You didn’t answer, you didn’t know if he was still teasing or if it was a trick question. You just stared at him, eyes filled with anger.

He smirked and looked away from you to look at the camera, clicking through its contents.

“Hmm, these are pretty pictures,” he stated observingly, “But Eywa, you would look so much prettier in this camera” he flirted shamelessly.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, trying not to blush. It was no secret Lo’ak has always been a huge flirt.

“Oh please, Lo. Don’t you have anything better to do than flirting with me?” You asked peering up at him with your arms crossed.

He loved you calling him his shortened nickname and how you teased him back. He liked to think you were playing hard to get. All the other girls would’ve already submitted to him by now, but what’s the fun in that?

“Nah, I don’t think I do.” He quipped. “Have you never wondered what you’d look like on here?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What’re you talking about?”

“Like they do back on earth. I think dad called it ‘porn’?” He asked nonchalantly.

Your jaw fell to the ground after you nearly choked on your spit. A blush crept over your features, not being able to hide your blush this time. “Lo’ak! You pervert!” You shoved his stomach and tried acting offended that he would insinuate such a dirty idea.

He chuckled at your reaction. “How am I the perv when you’re the one blushing, huh?”

Your blush deepened, much to your dismay, and you looked down at your feet.

He squatted down to be on your level. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost think you are curious about it” he spoke lowly, and you swore you could feel his breath on your face. He stretched an arm out to pull the strap of your tanktop and bra down your shoulder. Your stomach did flips and you were frozen in place, unable to stop him.

“Tell me you want to,” he demanded, already feeling impatient. “I know you do, I can smell you, but tell me you want it.”

“I-I want it, please,” you gave up your fight easier than you’d like to admit.

“Hmm, good girl. I knew you had it in ya,” he praised, loving that he broke you and won. He turned his attention back to the camera in his hand and pressed a button, making a red light come on in the corner as he pointed the camera towards you.

“Hey everyone, Y/N here is gonna show us how good she can be whenever she’s not bickering like a brat or hiding in that damn lab,” he started, and you blushed and couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“No one is seeing this, Lo.” You made it clear and shook your head, looking at him and not the camera lens.

“Oh, come on! I know that but don’t ruin the fun, baby.” He laughed. His smile faded and lust clouded his eyes, darkening his expression. “Now let’s see you take those clothes off, sevin,” he rasped.

Your heart was racing and you were nervous as hell. Not only because of the thrill of doing anything sexual with this hot Na’vi man, but also the thrill of doing it in on a video?? You were sure your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

Your hands were shaking a little as your reached for the bottom of your tank top, slowly peeling it up to raise it over your head and off. Your nerves made you slower and less confident. You had the first item of clothing off at least, time to tackle the rest.

“C’mon babe, this thing won’t be able to finish our video at the pace you’re going,” he laughed behind the camera, holding it up to his face to make sure you were perfectly centered.

You huffed in frustration and wiggled your shorts and panties off in one quick tug, flinging them off to the side and unsnapped your bra in a swift move as well to be completely naked. “There! Happy?”

He lowered the camera from his face so he could fully take in the sight for his own eyes. “Fuckkkk, yes,” he groaned out deeply, reaching down to palm his tented loincloth that was aching for some relief. His eyes were hooded and ate up every inch of your naked form, licking his bottom lip in the process.

His evident approval made your confidence boost and you didn’t feel as insecure to be exposed in front of him. You rubbed your thighs together as slick coated your pussy lips, you were more than ready for whatever Lo’ak had planned in that dirty mind of his. He chuckled seeing your apparent neediness and untied his loincloth with one hand, the other hand still making sure the camera caught every inch of your glory.

His cock sprung out as the cloth fell to the ground. You couldn’t help your mouth from hanging agape, taken aback by how huge and heavy he was. It took effort to force your eyes off his beautiful erection and back up to his equally beautiful face. He motioned you with his hand. “C’mere, babe.”

You gently walked towards him, waiting for him to make a move. He reached his hand out and grabbed your tit, fiddling with your nipple between his fingers. He smiled when you couldn’t help but hum and whimper in satisfaction. Then he lowered himself in a squat to get on your level and positioned the camera to get a closeup on your boobs.

“Fuck, these are perfect,” Lo’ak said while groping them, “Truly a work of art.” He continued to get all the angles of your breasts while playing with them, making your heart speed up.

Then he lowered himself more, opting to sit on the ground in front of you. Without warning, he hiked up one of your legs and you quickly gained your balance on your standing leg, hands finding rest on top of his head. He angled the camera to get a good view of your pussy as his other hand began playing through your glistening folds, collecting all your slick on his long fingers. You whimpered above him, the rough pads of his fingers bringing much pleasure to you.

He spread your lips apart, gaining a perfect view to your little hole. Looking through the camera, he made sure this stunning view was being captured. You blushed deeply at the way you were being put on display like a pornstar, but it turned you on beyond belief.

“Such a tiny little tawtute pussy,” he hummed and looked up at your eyes, “I’m gonna fuck it so good.”

You clenched around nothing, your one standing leg suddenly growing weak and wanting to give out. “Please Lo’ak!”

“Lay down, now,” he demanded and you wasted no time in rushing your way down to the forest floor, spreading your legs wide open.

“You’re so good. What a good little slut,” he praised you. He grabbed his rock-hard dick and ran it up and down your slit, earning a moan from you. Once again, he held the camera up and made sure it was getting all of this. Your pretty self laid out on display for him and his dick starting to breach your hole. It was nearly too much for him to handle.

Pushing in slowly, you gasped at the stretch and he groaned as you sucked him in your tight walls. He pushed and pushed until he nearly bottomed out, giving you a minute to adjust to his size. “You okay?” He asked, genuinely concerned you might break in half.

“Mhmmm, go, please!” You thought it was more painful with him being still inside of you instead of moving.

He obeyed and started with some short thrusts to get you going. He knew the interspecies differences would make this nearly impossible if you and him weren’t so damn turned on right now.

Squelching noises filled the air as you took him in your pussy so well. Your noises of pleasure only encouraged him more, and he swore to himself he wouldn’t cum until you did.

“Fuck! You’re so fucking wet and tight around me,” he said breathlessly.

“Mmm, feels so good, more!!” You shamelessly begged as he sped up his thrusts.

“God you’re so good at this. Taking me so well.” he groped your tit some more with his free hand, marveling in the way they bounced around from his steady and hard thrusts.

You moaned loudly and felt your orgasm approaching as the pleasure intensified. You reached down to rub your little nub and threw your head back, screwing your face up.

“I bet you’re so wet because you like being recorded, hm? You like being a filthy whore every once and a while?” He degraded you, but he was right, and God, it only turned you on more.

“Yeah everyone, look how she’s rubbing her clit and trying so hard to cum. How pathetic,” he spoke to the ‘audience’. The thought of someone else watching this was all you needed to finish. You came hard around him.

“Fuckkkk!!” You screamed and kept rubbing your nub quickly. You felt warm liquid coat your hand and splash around.

“Holy shit!! We’ve got a squirter!” Lo’ak said in awe and surprise, continuing his thrusts but they got sloppy as his orgasm overtook him too, not being able to hold back anymore at the sight of you squirting on him.

“Shit, I’m cumming!” He announced and came inside of you, somehow finding more room in there to put his cum.

Your combined sounds of pleasure and heavy breaths rang through the air. You were both a sticky mess from sweat and cum.

He lowered the camera and ended the video, laying it to the side as he collapsed on top of you. You were both trying to catch your breath.

“Well, that wasn’t what I had in mind for what I was going today,” he joked.

You snickered. “Yeah. You’re telling me.”

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[caustinen]

this is how bucky finds buck after he finishes signing all the papers and making the purchase of the house official. gale’s is supposedly there just as a friend checking it out with him so he has slipped away some hour or so ago as bucky dealt with the paperwork.

bucky leans to the balcony doorframe for a bit, crossing his arms and taking in the view. the ocean makes a wall of calming noise, the sunset is serving a warm light to their new back-yard, and buck has regained enough weight in the months after stalag that bucky can tell he’s smiling by his cheeks even when he’s facing the other way.

all of which still feels surreal.

buck seems to only realize he’s not alone when bucky slips to the balcony quietly too and wraps his arms loosely around his middle. buck immediately leans back to him, resting his cheek to bucky’s as they keep staring into the sea.

buck still has one hand resting on the railing, the other playing absentmindedly with bucky’s fingers laced over his tummy, when he finally speaks. ”it’s gonna be hard work renovating this into a proper home,” he says, observingly, and bucky’s heart threatens to burst with the unashamed happiness in the way buck states this. ”yeah,” he humms, pressing a small kiss to the side of buck’s neck, ”but luckily, we have time.”

[wolfpawzjakey]

Percy's skin is flawless. No scars, no sparse hair, no pimples, just clean silky shining flesh the colors of sweet cream.

Jason gently touches this skin, warm and soft.

Percy lovingly takes his hand in hers. His lips are slightly pursed. "There is too much awe"

Jason smiles, "I love you and your skin is flawless unlike mine."

"It's all water, Jay."

"And you're clean, clean in front of me and I'm afraid to get you dirty."

"No, Jason, I'm the same."

(I picture Percy with tanned skin personally but we’ll side step the skin tone bit teehee)

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Percy being curious as to why Jason always seems to worship every inch of his skin, why he always stares at him so observingly and why he’s always got at least one finger running across a space of skin. He’s not bugged by it in anyway, but Jason always looks… sad. His eyes stormy as he traces over every clean surface, bittersweetness radiating from him if Percy ever asks what’s wrong. Percy has “enough” one day, while they’re leisurely lounging in bed, Jason’s hands gracing his skin with the stormy look in his eyes as usual. He shifts upward, gently moving to clasp Jason’s hands and shift them away from his skin. “Jay, I love that you keep your hands on me, I really do, but why do you look at me with such sad eyes, it’s worrying me.”

Jason stays silent for a moment, calmly perplexed, before answering. “I look at you because I love you, but I do feel bittersweet sometimes. Your skin is flawless unlike mine, unmarred by the years of hell we’ve been through. You’re perfection and I am far from it.”

Percy has to take pause because Jason’s got it all wrong, he must know he has it wrong, Jason knows Percy can heal with water, knows that Percy’s injuries never stick or linger because the water makes his skin unblemished and unmarked. “Jason… it’s just the water.”

Jason’s smile is sadder now, the sadness reaching his eyes. Percy thinks now that maybe the lack of scarring on his own body isn’t actually the issue. “Your skin is clean, Percy. It’s clean, pure, unmarked, and mine is… littered. You’re perfection, I’m worried I’ll dirty that.”

“Jason.” Percy feels his voice come out harsher than necessary but it grabs Jason’s attention just fine. “I am the same. Bearing scars is not dirty, this is our life. I hide my scars, I hardly ever let them settle and stay. My lack of scars don’t mean purity, just as your scars don’t mean you’re dirty. I haven’t been pure for years.” Percy finally releases Jason’s hands before dragging him into his arms, falling back into bed.

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I started writing this before I noticed the gender swap Percy thingy, I am not a huge gender swap Percy in Jercy ship fan PERSONALLY. But thank you for sending this to me. Jason so very much struggles with his being and Percy is just soooo caring that he’d be so huffy about Jason thinking anything like this about himself and Percy. He’d latch onto Jason like an octopus after this and squeeze him until all the bad thoughts left his head.

[quantumleapt]

@observingly dreams: how did you come, by way of australia?

SINGIN' IN THE RAIN (1952) SENTENCE STARTERS. always accepting.

This isn't exactly what he'd imagined.

He'd imagined, if, no, when it finally happened, it would be something more... triumphant. He'd leave the tilting at windmills far behind him, charging into the sunset as the curtain fell.

Then again, he always was an impossible dreamer.

And, as Sam opens his eyes-- his eyes-- and looks up at Al's face, feeling the warm hands holding his own, he can't help but be grateful for it, because nothing he could ever imagine could possibly be any better than this.

"...It's good to see you too, Al," he murmurs, tear-filled eyes crinkling as he smiles.

[guttersniper]

@observingly said: oh, c’mon, honey.

cheers.

mutt shies away from the hand settled between his shoulder blades. he’s sure it’s meant to be comforting, but he's not sure if it does as intended. he glances over the scrim of his shoulder, kicked-dog like, then back.

" no. no, i need to -- " he breathes in, throat and nose acrid with more bile than anything.

his stomach still feels like it's ready to revolt on him, but he presses his knuckles against his mouth and, through sheer force of will, tries to convince it that it shouldn't.

he flushes after he spits, even though there's nothing there, then fully turns to al, crouched down with him, and stands, rendering himself the taller one, for the moment. " i'm okay. "

[choicescreen]

@observingly

“ yoo-hoo! admiral! “ he takes the handkerchief from his back pocket and waves it, up and down and up and down. “ say, what’s the score? the hot goss? “ here, he swings himself around and hangs upside down from the branch he’d been sitting on, looking like a hog ready for the spit.

quick as a flash, he snatches the lit cigar from al’s unsuspecting hand, and takes a puff on it. “ surely you -- “ using the cigar as his pointer, “ got some scuttlebutt. “ the blood’s rushing to his head. hell, his head is already hardwired differently, as is. won’t hurt nothing. 

[eremikas-bby]

꧁𝓐 𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓭𝔂 𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓜𝓲𝓴���𝓼𝓪 𝓐𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷꧂

"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜,, <3

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Word Count: 800+ Overview: Studying with Mikasa during a rainy day :D Theme: Fluff, Highschool AU, Fem! Reader A/N: Kase-san and morning glories inspo because it obv makes sense :) Enjoy! TW: I lowkey suck at narrating so pls bare with me and feel free to slander me 😭😭 Reader and Mikasa lowkey made out

The rain pores softly, the smell of petrichor fills the air, the skies taint with gray, and the cold air tickle your feet. You crinkle your nose ever so slightly as you feel butterflies in your stomach. The feeling of anxiousness? Excitement? Comfort? It’s all mixed up, as you recall what you and your girlfriend had planned the night before. You assess your surroundings, sighing to yourself. “I. Have. Prepared. Well!” You gaze around observingly.

You prance around the house, one last time, hoping to not have forgotten anything. It was perfect. Everything was tidied, the sweets, snacks, and the tea bags were prepared, and most importantly, your room was thoroughly clean and well-sorted out.

Often, you and Mikasa would have study dates in the library or your favorite local cafe. With that, you tried your best to replicate the same ambiance. You laid down your scented candles, which smelled of lavender and vanilla. You changed up your sheets. You prepared your books, organizing them into each subject. You brought out your stationary, making sure to arrange them according to shade and color. You also had the effort to annotate your notes, for you guys to have fun quizzing each other.

“You’re all set, all set, Y/N. You got this!.”, you cheered to yourself. Though you’ve been dating for half a year, you still wonder why you get all flustered and shy to the simplest thoughts of her.

A few moments later, you hear the doorbell ring. You rushed nervously, getting to meet her. “Hello. Mikasa!” You cheerily smiled at her, assisting her in. “Hello, love.” *She said in reply as she handed you iced lattes, one you both love. You left your mouth agape as she giggles at your reaction. “Awwww! Oh my goddd babe, you didn’t have toooo !” You whine shyly, looking up at her in awe. “But I wanted to, dear.” She let out a soft, warm smile, as she cupped your cheek. “Thank you so much, really.” You said, placing it on a cabinet nearby. She gazed at you while she was unbuttoning her raincoat, as you rushed back to helped her. You kissed each other after melting into a sweet hug.

Once she has grown comfortable, you take the lattes with you in the room, as you set it down on the table, preparing to light the candles. She sat comfortably, with a red tint on her cheek. “Y/n, you did all of these for today?” She says in admiration. You nodded happily. “You’re so adorable.” She says, signaling you to come near her. So you did and she gave you pecks all over the face. You giggled.

“So, what subject do you want to start with?” You ask.

She replied soft-spoken, “I’d say it’s best we start with history! I looked back at it and it was simple to digest. It's a great way to start.” You smiled, gently grabbing your history book, some highlighters and a pen, and your notes. “Sure thing!”

She flips through the notebook’s pages gently, and touches the page where the topic was and she feels it in her hand, tracing it through every letter. “Your writing’s really so pretty.” She compliments softly.

You blushed, giving your thanks. "Yours is better, though! I love how smooth and wavy it is!" You gave her a little head pat.

Studying wasn’t much of your fancy but when you’re with her, there’s a comforting aura in it. It’s as if hours speed by like seconds, sneaking in smooches as little rewards when finishing a section or chapter. Having little fun q&a’s as she tutors you through the details you’re confused with and helping her out with those she has difficulty understanding.

There’s something in her personality that motivates you and keeps you productive. Probably It's the way she looks out for you. Maybe it’s the affection or praise she gives. Perhaps it’s the way she strokes your hair when you’re feeling apprehensive and how she will gently help you through it. Possibly, it’s the way she prevents you from being distracted. Overall, It’s your source of comfort and happiness. Something about her presence relieves and reassures you.

You sigh and stretch, upon finally completing 2 subjects after 2 and a half hours. It’s now 30 minutes into mid-afternoon and the rain still pours endlessly. You go downstairs and let her wait there for a few, as you prepare some green tea and slice out some Strawberry Shortcake that you baked a few days ago.

You go to your bedroom, carefully holding the tray you put the food in with both of your hands, watching every step. Arriving at your bedroom door, you knocked lightly. And there you were to enjoy your short snack break.

After finishing, you put the dishes aside to go back to productivity. It went on until you both finished by sundown, just in time for the rain to calm. You were able to go over all the major subjects, and you were proud of yourselves for it.

Most necessarily, you enjoyed every moment and you have a new memory to spare a thought of each other

For the time being, you cuddled as the rain sprinkled. She was in your arms, her hands curling through your hair. You both gaze at the sky, all clear while colors dance across the sky to bid the sun goodbye.

You talk about the tiniest predicaments you went through, as you sing along to the playlist that you made together.

Lovers Rock by TV Girl came in, the song that made you know each other back in 3rd grade.

It's that time you went along with your friends to the school concert when you carelessly stumbled upon her.

She hummed and tapped her beat to the song as you excitedly blurted out the lyrics 'til the special line came:

"And if she grabs for your hand And drags you along She might want a kiss Before the end of this song"

You grabbed her hand gently and pulled her closer to you, initiating a passionate kiss. You look into her eyes lovingly before getting to close them.

Your blood rushes through your ears, all ecstatic and indulged at the moment. You feel your warmth spread through her cold hands. She careesed your cheek as you take hold of her shoulder.

You thought of her lips against yours. Oh, how soft and tender they were. You feel her hair, smooth and velvety.

You think to yourself, "What have I done to mutually love someone this perfect."

You both catch your breath.

She kissed you again, repeating the same intense moment you just had.

Though, this time, a bitter feeling coiled in your stomach. You heard the raindrops milden. Knowing so, you thought that she would have to leave your arms, too...

She is like rain, ominous and unexpected but soothing and lovely. Something you yearn to stay for eternity.

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First fanfic seen by the universe. Hope yall appreciated it 👍

[fawnandshadows]

How You Get The Girl

Chapter 19

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Warnings: Language

“This is weird,” Nesta said with her hands on her hips, her sharp blue eyes narrowed as she looked to where Elain lounged on the couch. She brought one elegant hand up and motioned to them. “You guys being together.”

Elain’s back was pressed against Azriel’s chest and his arms were wrapped around her, their fingers intertwined and resting on Elain’s belly. His knees were up and Elain laid in the cradle of his hips.

Cassian stood in the kitchen, eating Lucky Charms straight out of the box, and smirking as he looked at the couple on the couch.

“I knew it.” Cassian stated, moving his brown eyes from the couch to Nesta, knowing that his words irked her.

“You did not.” Nesta said shrilly, turning on her heels.

Cassian’s shit-eating grin lit up his face. His hair was piled in a bun on top of his head, dark curls spilling out and flopping as he nodded his head.

“Bullshit.” Nesta ground out between her teeth. Cassian now taking up her complete attention.

“It’s true,” Cassian smirked. “Ever since he gave the tattoo.”

“The tattoo?”

Cold blue eyes cut through Elain’s ease as Nesta turned back to her. They flitted to Azriel and Elain was thankful Nesta was standing in the middle of the loft and not in the kitchen, surrounded by knives.

“The tattoo,” Elain clarified in a high voice, not looking away when Nesta looked her way. In fact, Elain lifted her chin up. “He did it while we were on tour,” Her tongue came out to wet her lips. “It’s on my hip. And I’m going to get another one. Well, two more.”

Nesta stared at her, frozen.

“Please,” Nesta said in a strained voice. “Tell me our mother doesn’t know.”

Elain shook her head.

“I won’t be able to hide the third one from her, though, and I don’t want to.” Elain said, enjoying the beat of strength that pulsed through her at the words, and tightening her grip on Azriel’s scarred hands.

Nesta looked between them again, knowingly, observingly.

“This,” Nesta motioned between them again. “Better not be just some type of rebellion, Elain, because you know what mom will do when she finds out, and it’d be pretty fucked up to risk Azriel’s job if you saw him as some cheap thrill. And you,” Her knife-like eyes shifted to Azriel. “Better be interested in more than just fucking her.”

Azriel’s body tensed beneath her back.

Elain felt fury buzzing through her blood.

“Yeah, I’d shitcan my career and break Elain’s heart for a fuck.” Azriel said, sarcasm dripping from his voice like acid.

“He’s not going to hurt me,” Elain said in his defense. “And you should know that,” She leaned back into him and turned onto her side, so that her back faced her sister. “Everyone should.”

Azriel’s body moved with hers, and he shifted them so that Elain laid between his body and the back of the couch — hiding her from Nesta’s view.

“Do you want to go to your room?” Azriel asked in a low voice, and Elain started shaking her head before he was even finished speaking.

“No, I like it here.” Out in the open, in front of their family.

“They’re both adults, Nes.” Cassian said in a solemn voice, the rustling of the cereal bag stopping.

“I know that,” Nesta snapped, “But that doesn’t mean that he can take advantage—”

“For fucks sake,” Elain jolted upward, her arms propping herself up. “Azriel wouldn’t do that. You’re being insulting to me and Azriel, can you please stop? Maybe try and support us?”

Her arms were shaking under her weight, one arm in the soft couch and the other on Azriel’s hard stomach.

“I’m just trying to—”

“I know what you’re trying to do,” Elain cut off her sister, vulnerability clear in her voice. “And I’m asking you to trust me. To support me. This is the one decision I ever made for myself and I don’t need everyone to second guess and belittle it.”

Elain dropped down into Azriel’s chest. His arms coming up to engulf her completely.

After a moment of heavy silence Nesta muttered, “I’m sorry.”

Elain twisted her neck so she could see her sister, her hair almost completely covering her eyes as her cheek pressed against Azriel’s chest. His large hand gently cleared away the hair in front of her face.

“I just really need your support. It’ll be comforting to know that we have you in our corner, especially when we tell mom and dad.”

Hurt flashed in Nesta’s eyes.

“Of course,” Nesta tilted her chin up, and determination solidified in her eyes. “I didn’t mean to — I didn’t mean to come off quite so aggressively. I just don’t want to see either of you hurt,” Her thin brows pulled together. “But I’ll always fight for you.” She brought one hand up to her hip and pushed her shoulders back.

“Thank you.” Elain said softly, allowing herself to smile.

Nesta gave a firm nod and headed towards the door.

“I have to get to the office, I have a meeting with Gwyn and Emerie, but you’re going to the tasting tomorrow, yes?”

Their family’s bourbon company, The Archer’s Bourbon, was having a tasting event tomorrow. One that was promised to be riddled with investors and celebrities with no fun to be experienced for any of the sisters.

“Yeah,” Elain confirmed. “It’s a good opportunity if I want that brand ambassadorship for Cartier.”

Nesta stopped in her tracks and turned around, looking seriously at her sister. “Yes, we all want that,” She raised a finger at her sister. “And you’re going to let your sisters wear all the pieces as well because you’re kind and generous and you know I have a soft spot for diamonds,” She continued on to the door, Cassian walking up behind her. His cereal box was left open on the counter. “Let's go, Lurch.”

Cassian rolled his eyes and waved goodbye to Elain and Azriel.

“So,” Elain said, shifting so that her hands were flat on Azriel’s stomach, her chin resting on top of them. “What do you want to do today?”

Azriel looked at her, thinking for a moment before a small smile spread on his lips.

“I have an idea,” Azriel said in a lush voice. “But we’ll need someone to cover Feyre's detail, if she decides to go out. But how’d you like to go on a second date?”

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[autistictortoise]

A broody, dark main hero standed in front of a black fortress made of steel and stone, with tall walls and merciless alien guards everywhere. He glanced absentmindedly and yet observingly at each obstacle he was to encounter as he reminded himself of all his instructions. He managed to sneak to the wall and takes a deep breath. His hands trembled a bit as he put one earbud into his ear and tapped on play. As soon as first notes hit his eardrum, he started climbing, weapons at ready. He chuckled. Those fuckers don't know who's coming after them. He climbed and climed the seemingly endless wall, unseen and ready to kill, ready to avenge, as a familiar melody caused his heart to beat in sync with the rythm. It reminded him of home, of his childhood, of his loved ones, of his country. It was the only thing that could give him away, a screen shining faintly through his pocket. If somebody got close enough, they would have been able to make out the name of the song. The name....

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[the-rookinator-3000]

stares at you observingly

CAN YOU GUYS STOP STARING AT ME