#shout out to pintrest

[fancyhandsbakery]

So, aromantics, how many identities did you go through before settling on aromantic? I'll start.

Lesbian -> bisexual -> lesbian -> pansexual -> aromantic

[nkhluu]

I LOVE MY GIRLSS (ignore the gay man /j)

Don't ask why it's so low quality I have no idea myself

I hate ibis

[solidaritygaming-fanblog]

How I imagine the Tumble Town civilians feel when they see Joel appear (he's gonna terrorize their sheriff while desperately flirting with him)

[thedumbginger]

[noiselessbuck]

literally! the only places that have been nice to me were owned and operated by people of color and yeah id much rather cut my own hair than deal w The Horrors

hair stylists: are you sure you want to cut two inches off? short hair really doesn’t match your face shape :/ 

barbers: here you go man

[thevoidfairy]

I just realized that i experienced Tumbler far before i actually got it, my account isn’t even a year old yet afterall. No, the way I have seen the legends grow is from Pinterest, so, so many screenshots on Pinterest from Tumbler. I saw tumblrs 2012 faze in 2016 because of Pinterest, I don’t know how to feel about this-

[paddockbunny]

Green Eyed Monster

Summary : Lando is overcome with jealousy when he sees the one who got away with someone else Rating : 18+ Pairing Lando x Anonymous female pairing Word Count : 946 words - ONE PART BLURB Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult language, no strong warnings but it’s not intended for minors. Images : curated from Pintrest

His envious eyes glowered at her as a large, dominating hand trailed down the curve of her spine. His palm ached in desperation. In complete burning, desperate want to touch her.

Fuck, the sheer torture of knowing what she felt like wrapped around his heart and constricted it like a slithering snake. As he watched them walking together he remembered how she tasted. He bit his lip in a weak attempt to rid himself of how he would risk everything for a second night of heaven with her.

Lando took a sharp inhale of breath and exhaled loudly. He was thankful he was far enough behind them that - neither of them knew he was there, for one - he didn’t have to suffer overhearing their conversation. What could they possibly have in common anyway? He thought. Carefully catching himself not to mutter the words under his breath. He’s old enough to be her dad. He probably can’t even get it up. Upon the thought entering his brain he laughed to himself just as a group of fans shouted his name and came rushing over toward him. Fuck!

With a phone shoved in his face and a pen thrust into his hand, he glanced up just in time to see the pair he had been cursing turning back from looking behind them. At him. He was sure of it. Her head lingered a little longer than his did and it sent something rushing through his body that he couldn’t possibly articulate. She barely looked at him so when she did he felt like he was about to turn into a puddle right there in the middle of the paddock.

Thankful the McLaren garage was before the Mercedes one Lando managed to duck into the teams hospitality before a crimson red blush grew upon his cheeks. He felt like an idiotic little school boy but the memory of how she trembled under him as she came made him regain a sense of manliness he wasn’t about to forget about in a hurry.

Lando coasted through the next two hours. He sat through pre practice discussions and small talk but the only thing he could do was daydream - or perhaps it was reminisce - of that evening after Silverstone last year. Of her.

His lips buzzed thinking of her sweet lips on his. A stifled groan was luckily caught before it escaped past Lando’s own parted lips. Before he could out his sinful, dirty thoughts of someone else’s girlfriend. The taste of her spit muddling amongst his as his tongue toyed with hers made him swallow instinctively. God, if that was all he could have once more he would take it. Just one more hungry, feverish kiss. But it wasn’t enough to satisfy his mind. No. He simply licked his bottom lip as he felt his fingertips tingle while thinking about her soft skin. The smooth, buttery feeling of her flesh as he trailed his thick digits down her arms (pulling the black strap of her lace bra down as they went). Fuck! The flesh of her thighs. Long and lean. Oh how he wanted them wrapped around his waist again. Lando remembered the curve of her back and Jesus, that damn ass. Lando ground his teeth just remembering her damn ass. The memory of how she so effortlessly sunk down onto her knees and took him in her warm mouth. How she moaned against his cock as he hit the back of her throat. He twitched in his jeans instinctively. Flickers of their hot, ravenous night flashed in front of his eyes as he blinked. Her pussy glistening as he licked, lapped and devoured it. The elicit moans that he pulled from her as he slid himself inside and how she felt gripping around him. She was so wet, so tight, so perfect. If he could only have her again.

Lando shifted around in his seat. Painfully uncomfortable due to the throbbing erection now pressing against his jeans. He hid it as best he could as he headed to his drivers room to get ready for practice. For once, he wished he was anywhere else in the world than at work. How was he supposed to go out there and do a good job and put fast times in when all he could think of was the girl who got away. The girl who got away and the man she was now fucking. The thoughts of him being so lucky to be so carnally intimate with her swirled around his head had now suddenly been replaced by the galling images of her fucking Toto Wolff. Toto fucking Wolff.

He thought about Toto kissing her and his huge, overbearing frame engulfing her as he did so. He could imagine how she would sink to her knees for him and struggle to take his length. He could almost hear Toto encourage her to make all of those sweet unholy noises - the ones he liked to think about when he had his own pulsating member in his hand or he was lucky enough to have taken a different girl home. And Lando wondered if she came as hard for Toto as she did for him. But as much as he couldn’t help but think about them together and how he knew he was a catch, Lando knew he couldn’t compare to a man like Toto. He was just a driver. Toto was, well, Toto. He was a billionaire. He was tall, dark and handsome. He had it all. He had her and all Lando had was his own green-eyed monster.

[burnt-out-pancake]

Thanks for making me cry, @hockeyisforthegays

I was in the middle of reading chapter 8 when chapter 9 dropped. I immediately went to draw this once I finished reading the new chapter because that scene made me CRY. Without context, though, this work is kinda hilarious.

I officially hate Toji now. He was a nightmare to draw because idk how to draw buff men, so I spent 3 hours redrawing his pose and looking up references on pintrest until I got it right. I also spent a ridiculous amount of time drawing Megumi's backpack and his "Truck" because I can't draw anything simple without making my life hell in the process. I've also just now realized how huge the backpack looks in comparison to Megumi, and it wasn't even on purpose.

There's so much i want to say about this piece, the fact that Yuji and Megumi are bathed in light, but Toji is turned away from it. I also wanted to color this as well as make it greyscale, but then I also realized that I didn't want to torture myself any further when I had already spent 12 hours on this already, so greyscale it was. It was really fun trying out the screen tones and experimenting with them.

Shout out to my dad for making me realize how long I stayed up when he got up to get to work at 4 am.

BONUS:

In honor of the first commenter on ch. 9

[seullovesme]

neck kisses » kang seulgi

the middle photo triggered smth in me when i fohnd it on pintrest and i wrote this instead of sleeping last night 😅😅😅

pairing ⥬ seulgi x reader

genre ⥬ fluff (suggestive)

summary ⥬ is it wrong for a girl to want to give her girlfriend some neck kisses?

warnings ⥬ neck kisses obv, open mouth kisses, moaning

WC ⥬ 597

“what are you up to?” seulgi rose an eyebrow at your goofy smile as you approached her. she was just cooped up on the couch watching her shows as it was her off day, and usually you let her have her own time but you just couldn’t stand being away from her for even an hour. this whole time you’ve lurking around her, trying to get what you wanted most since she’s been home.

you snickered to yourself, “what? i can’t sit with my pretty girlfriend on our shared couch?” you plop yourself right beside her, mere inches away from her. she glances at you, squinting her eyes in suspicion before returning her focus to the tv. you look around and tap your fingers on the cushions, pretending to be minding your own business as you slowly shifted closer and closer to her.

seulgi heard the shuffling as you were being quite loud, and she rolled her eyes. she took off her blanket and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her side. “you don’t have to be shy, baby. why didn’t you just say you wanted to cuddle?” she flashed her bear-ish smile you adore so much, and you blushed. ‘because it wasn’t just cuddling i wanted to do…’ you think as her eyes trailed back to the screen, her little giggles filling your ears as the two main leads were having a moment.

before you could even hesitate, you pushed yourself up and onto seulgi, straddling her lap.“hey!”, she shouted as you blocked her view of the tv, causing her to miss an important scene. “cmon baby, they were about to–” she immediately paused her sentence as her face flushed seeing that your hands were on either side of her, pinning her to the backrest. you brought your left hand to her cheek, gently rubbing your thumb against her silky skin.

“w–what are you doing?” seulgi squeaked out as your sudden switch in demeanors was throwing her off. you only smiled at how adorable your girlfriend can be.

“i’m loving you, that’s what.” you snaked your hand down to her neck, not forgetting to fangirl over her jawline. with your right hand, you pushed her hair back to reveal more of what you longed for. you gave a soft squeeze with your left, feeling her gulp underneath your thumb.

you leaned into her neck and tuned out the noises coming from the tv as you went for the one thing you wanted the entire day.

the moment your lips met seulgi’s skin, she folded. she tilted her head back to grant you more access, enjoying your affection tremendously. you pressed small kisses where her jaw met her neck, which was also her favorite spot for you to kiss, her little noises a telltale sign of that. the soft girl could not hold in her quiet moans and they reached your ears in an instant, letting you know that she was enjoying this just as much as you were.

you truly had a thing for her smooth, clear neck as it just looked so appealing, and it was your duty to love and worship every part of her. “mmm… thank you, baby.” you grin against her skin and your small pecks slowly turn to open mouth kisses, sucking faint marks that will most likely fade the next day.

she bit her lip unconsciously as she close her eyes, embracing the pleasure your kisses give her. there’s truly no feeling quite like it, and she’s glad your desires were fulfilled, as well as hers despite her not even realizing that she needed it just and much as you did.

[b4tboys]

➣ sunrise to sunset — 6:30am

pairing: dan heng x gn!reader

word count: 3.4K

summary: your annual summer visit to your grandparents results in meeting someone new, someone you find yourself falling for quickly.

notes from lee: got this idea from the very lovely vera's (@verxsyon) post that you can read here! but it's been rattling around in my brain for months and i have a pintrest board dedicated to it... this is just the first part since this only got through 3 of 13 bullet points...

It’s become somewhat of a tradition to fly out to see your grandparents and work at their local flower shop during your summers. This summer was no different, finishing your semester and exams and catching a red-eye flight.

As you exit the cab and walk to the shop front, you can feel just how tired you are: jetlagged with tired eyes and unsteady legs. It’s too early for the store to be open, but you know that the back door on the porch is almost always unlocked.

You start making your way around the shop, and once around the corner, the rising sun blinds you. You put up your hand to block out the sun, but something else blocks the light, making your hand useless. Well, it’s more like someone, and he’s ridiculously handsome. The sunrise gives him a picturesque backlight, something no one should look that good with.

“Um, is there something I can help you with?” The man asks, with a cocked head. He’s wearing an apron with your name embroidered on it, gardening gloves, and rubber boots. He’s holding the worn metal tub you’ve used for picking flowers before; it’s filled with begonias, gloxinias, hellebores, and monkshoods.

You’re shocked by many things, but mainly that he’s wearing your apron, so your response comes delayed and confused, “I live here?”

“Are you sure? That sounded more like a question.” He chuckles awkwardly, and it’s maybe the best laugh you’ve heard in your life

You wave your hands in the air as if you could clear out the embarrassment. “Sorry, I mean, my grandparents live here.”

“Oh! Then you must be,” he gestures to your name embroidered on the apron, “Let me grab your bag.”

“I’ve got it. Just finish your flower picking. Opening won’t wait for you.” You smile tiredly at him, your fatigue starting to catch up the longer you stand chatting with the cute guy.

He chuckles and steps out of the way to let you through towards the back porch with the unlocked door. You pull your suitcase up the stairs behind you as it makes an obnoxious thump. You can see your grandma and grandpa sitting at the table, sipping on their mugs. Their heads turn at the shut of the screen door, but don’t call out your name. “Dan Heng, we’ve made you coffee. Don’t worry, it’s black, no cream or sugar.”

“Dan Heng? Is that the young guy you have out there doing your chores?” The smiles on both their faces stretch wider, revealing their wrinkled faces that have smile lines and crow's feet, a true sign of their happiness.

“Oh, honey! It’s such a treat to see you here.” Your grandma stands up to pinch your cheeks, and you let her.

“I come every summer; if anything, I’m a nuisance.” She slaps your cheek lightly at your remark.

“Interest you in any coffee?” Your grandpa asks, already starting another pot. Though, it’s more likely for your grandma than you.

“I just want to sleep, so I’ll go to my room if you don’t mind.” You trudge up the stairs again, followed by the same thud of the suitcase. The room is just to the right of the stairway landing, but the door is ajar. You can see some clothes on the floor and the bed unmade. You shout to your grandparents, “Did you guys have a guest? There’s some stuff in here.”

“Don’t worry about it, darling, just get you some sleep.” You can tell there’s some undertone to her words, but you don’t care to decipher it.

You shrug and place your suitcase against the wall. You can’t be bothered to change right now, so just your shoes plop onto the floor as you do the same on the bed.

It smells like the laundry detergent your grandparents keep and something else you can’t quite place. Whatever it is, it’s comforting and lulls you to sleep nicely.

When you wake up, the clock blares in angry red numbers, telling you you’ve been asleep for around four hours. The blinds make the sunlight appear in stripes across the bedding. You take yourself downstairs to the kitchen area you had been in earlier.

Before you rummage through the fridge, you poke your head into the flower shop. Your grandma comes over as soon as she sees you. “Honey, you’ve got bedhead.” She has you bend so her hands can smooth over your hair to the best of her ability.

“Is that Dan Heng guy working the front?” You peek around the corner.

Your grandma follows suit. “Mmhm, his cute face brings in all the customers, so your grandpa and I make him. But he’s got a young body, so he moves stuff for us too.”

“So he runs the whole store? I hope you pay him well.” You laugh, joking with your grandma, but she looks at you and gives a nervous smile. “Oh my god, you don’t pay him.”

She plays with her fingers as she explains, “Well, it’s not that we don’t offer to pay him, he just doesn’t accept. He’s kinda like you, just lives with us and works.”

“That’s why my room is dirty? Gran, there’s a guest room for a reason.” You motion up to where the room is and try not to sound too irritated.

“Y’know that room has been filled for a long while, plus we didn’t know you were coming, hon! No letters, emails, or calls to the landline. So we let him borrow the room. He’s so nice and helpful. He’d be such a good husband,” she tries to explain but gives away her ulterior motive: matchmaking.

You give her a deadpan look at the revelation. “Do you know anything about him other than his name?”

“No, but…” She starts but trails off.

“Point proven! Yes, he’s very good-looking, and according to you, a hard worker, but beyond that, you and I don’t know anything. How can either of us consider him to be husband material off the three things we know about him?” You ask her seriously, not noticing that the man in question is peeking around the corner as you had done earlier.

“I heard my name?” His pink-tinged ears tell you he has heard at least some of your conversation.

She pats Dan Heng on the shoulder and tells him, “Oh, don’t worry, doll, I’m just telling ‘em how the two of you should get married.”

Both of you shout her name, but she doesn’t appear startled.

He opens his mouth to say something, hopefully, to dispute what your grandma had said, but the bell rings at the door front. “We’ll talk later, okay?” He looks straight at you, and waits for your confirmation, even with the urgency of a customer at the front desk. When you nod, he seems to relax a bit and nods back.

He disappears around the corner, and you look down at your grandma with hands on your hips. She only smiles and shrugs.

After inhaling what you can from the fridge, you decide it’d be best to start cleaning the spare room. It’s not like you could share a bed with Dan Heng.

When you get up there and open the door to the room, it’s packed full of boxes. The labeled boxes are ones you’ve seen in the attic, so you yell down to ask about it. “Gran, what’re the attic boxes doing in the guest room?”

Though you expect your Grandma to answer it's your Grandpa who replies, “There was a leak in the roof, so we had to move it all.” You hear as he climbs up the stairs and stands next to you. “I’m getting too old to go up the ladder with all that weight, so it’s just staying here.”

The room is practically overflowing with boxes, picture frames, and other odd-shaped items that didn’t fit in boxes. The mattress and disassembled bed frame are rested against the wall, trapped behind the stuff within the room. You certainly had your work cut out for yourself if you wanted Dan Heng out of your room by tonight.

You sigh just thinking about the work that needs to get done, and your Grandpa takes it as a sign. “Just wait until I ask Dan Heng to come up here. He'll be a big help. He moves all the stuff for the shop all the time.”

Before you can say anything, your Grandpa is down the stairs and poking his head into the flower shop, much like you had before with your Grandma. You can hear Dan Heng talking with your Grandpa, but you can’t make out the words.

You do, however, hear a new set of footsteps walking up the stairs, nothing quite like the heavy clomp of your grandfather’s or the light tread your grandmother has. Instead, his footsteps are almost silent, only the creaking of the floorboards gives him away.

You’re listening so intently to the footsteps that you don’t notice when he’s behind you until he puts a hand on your shoulder. You flinch dramatically at his touch, which makes him retract his hand. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he apologizes quickly.

You start to explain what you need help with when the AC clicks on. The incredibly loud sound of the fan is accompanied by the door slamming shut. You forgot that this door needed to be held open so that the AC didn’t glue it closed. It was a result of the house being old, as the AC tended to keep the door shut with the force of the airflow coming out of the fan. It was common for you to find yourself stuck when you were younger. So, for the time being, you were stuck with Dan Heng in the overcrowded room of boxes.

You sigh, sit atop one of the boxes, and pat the one next to you. “You wanted to talk, right? Let’s do it now while the AC runs through.”

He sits upon your request and sighs similarly. “I don’t think I’ve formally introduced myself, I’m Dan Heng.” He reaches his hand out for you to shake.

You take his hand and say your name, not that he doesn’t know it. “So about earlier…” you trail, trying to find the least embarrassing words to say, “My grandparents like playing matchmaker for me, but I can promise I didn’t put them up to it, so it'd be best if you forgot about it.”

“Consider it forgotten then.” He laughs but turns to you to ask, “But that’s not all you wanted to talk about, right?” His eyebrows raise as he looks at you with a pointed look. He’s already seen through you.

Though you feel shy under his gaze, you know you have to ask the questions your grandparents wouldn’t, “Why are you here in the first place?”

He answers right away, likely expecting the question. “It was raining hard, and I stepped into the first shop there was. They gave me dry clothes and a meal. Since the storm hadn’t subsided, they let me stay the night in your room, which I didn’t know belonged to you. I tried to pay your grandparents, but they refused, so I’ve been working to repay them.”

“Is that the only reason you’re here? Can you promise you’re not a serial killer or taking advantage of my grandparents?”

“Do I really look like that kind of person?” He sighs, looking slightly concerned at your accusation of him.

You don’t outright answer him with a yes or no, but instead prod further. “I mean, there was a serial killer who lured his victims in by being handsome. Who’s to say you’re not the same?” You ask, only realizing you’d outright called him handsome to his face after the words came out.

He’s unfazed by your unintentional flattery and puts his hand on his chest. “I promise I am not a serial killer, nor taking advantage of your grandparents' kindness and hospitality.”

“Pinky swear?” You hold out your pinky to him, a childish gesture, but it’d put your worries to rest if he indulged you.

He loops his pinky with yours and repeats you with a firm tone, “Pinky swear.”

You stifle a laugh at his sincerity and seriousness. “I think my grandparents are actually taking advantage of you, but I’m glad to know I won’t be murdered in my sleep.”

“Good, I was starting to get worried that I wouldn’t be able to convince you.” He tells you honestly, and you can’t help but laugh at his admittance. He looks at you and chuckles while shaking his head. Your cheeks begin to feel warm at the sound, and something’s definitely changed about the way you view him.

The whirring of the fan finally falls silent, and the door audibly unsticks from the doorframe, breaking you from your train of thought. You pop up from where you sat almost automatically and open the door, so you’re no longer trapped.

You pull on the string connected to the ceiling, and the folded ladder cascades down until it reaches the floor. You walk up only a few steps so you can pop your head in and assess what the situation is. There are definite signs of water damage and plywood amateurly nailed to the slanted ceiling. It smells just as nostalgic and musty as you remember with the slight scent of rainwater that’s permeated through the wood. It’s seemingly all dry now, so it should be fine to put the boxes and miscellaneous things in the guest room up in the attic now.

You waddle down the ladder, and Dan Heng reaches his hand up to place his hand on your lower back in support. His hand moves with you until he watches your feet touch on the floor before trailing his gaze back up to your eyes.

You hesitate because of the tingly feeling you have due to his actions, which he seems to not pick up on as you tell him, “If you stand on the ladder, I’ll pass you the boxes, and you can just shove them up into the attic.”

You pick up the closest box to the door, it’s filled with empty picture frames, ones that your grandparents had sworn they would fill with pictures and hang. After picking up the box, you move to the side of the ladder and balance the box on your head so it’ll be easier for him to grab the box from you.

His arms wrap around the box easily and his hands brush against yours briefly. After he takes the box, you look up to make sure he’s not struggling with it. As you check, his black tee rides up and gives you a peek of his stomach and the well defined muscles that lie underneath. You look away before he can catch you staring and grab another box from the room.

The two of you work in tandem until you’ve got a bulk of the boxes out of the room, at least enough for the mattress to be put down. With Dan Heng’s help, you drag the mattress to the middle of the room and push the rest of the boxes to the wall for now. Neither of you have the energy to put together the frame, so the bed stays on the floor.

You flop onto the bed and sigh, the room is a sad excuse for a living space and you’re starting to feel bad for condemning Dan Heng to it. The mattress creaks and dips as Dan takes a seat next to you. “Thanks for your help with the boxes. It’s not perfect but it’ll be sleepable for tonight. It’s better than sharing a bed with me, at least.” You joke, but he doesn’t laugh.

“It’s more than enough for me. In fact it’s probably more than I deserve.” He says quietly, playing with his fingers.

“Why would you say that? You deserve a place to sleep, a roof over your head, and payment for your work.” You bring up the issue that your grandmother had told you about earlier, if you were going to interrogate him, you’d find out about all of it.

He shakes his head, “Don’t worry about it.” You sit up and look at him with a pointed look trying to get him to tell you, but he's saved by your grandma calling for dinner. You watch as he scrambles out the uncomfortable atmosphere of the room.

Dan Heng’s words rattle around in your head as you do the dishes after dinner. After putting the leftovers in tupperware, you let it cool before you put on a lid and into the fridge. You put a swirl of soap in the bottom of the stock pot before letting it fill with hot water, soapy suds forming and rising with the water. You turn off the water right before it threatens to spill over, much like your thoughts.

You let the pots soak while you truly ponder over Dan Heng’s words. What made him feel like he wasn’t deserving of basic human rights? Was he some kind of runaway or criminal? You shake your head at the last thought, he told you he wasn’t a murderer and his reaction alone told you that he wouldn’t be capable enough to go through with something violent. What about a faraway prince that was exiled like in a Hallmark movie? You laugh to yourself at that, those kinds of scenarios didn’t happen in real life.

There is nothing you want more than to just flop into your bed and sleep, but you’re grimy with sweat from moving things around earlier. Walking into your room is just another reminder of things you have to do before you can rest.

Dan Heng is there, knelt on the floor and picking up his belongings. He gives an awkward smile and finishes zipping up his duffle and leaves.

You stare at the unmade bed and remember how well you slept in it this morning. You do need to wash the sheets though, you can’t let Dan Heng’s scent permeate into your brain more than it already has. It dawns on you that he’ll need bedding too so you walk to the linen closet.

When the creaky door opens you can see there’s only one set of bedding. Of course, you have to give Dan bedding, so it’s either you don’t wash your bedding or you wait up until it’s done.

You take the bundles of fabric and take it to his room. He’s not there but you don’t care and start to put the sheets on. It’s certainly a challenge as the bed is on the floor so it takes many trips around the bed and picking it up before you get the sheets on.

There’s no pillows on the bed, but there’s some vacuum sealed ones up in the closet so you step up on one of the boxes that’ll hold for a second and pull down the bag. You don’t know how you don’t hear Dan Heng, but when you turn around he’s there, wrapped in a towel and dripping all over the rug.

“Oh.” He makes a small noise of surprise and you can see a pink flush visibly spread from his cheeks up to the tips of his ears and down to his chest.

You’re quick to slap both hands over your eyes and drop the vacuum sealed bag to the floor. (Not quick enough that you don’t have the image ingrained to your eyelids though.) “I am so sorry. I was just putting sheets on the bed, I didn’t mean for…” You trail, not sure how to put this encounter into words.

With one hand still over your eyes, you reach the other one out to find the wall and stumble out of the room. Once you reach the door frame, you outstretch your arm behind you aimlessly to find the door handle and shut yourself out of the room with another few sorrys.

Once in your own room, you collapse into the bed despite your earlier reluctance to do so. It still smells like Dan Heng.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

a warriors love

pairing: neteyam x female omatikaya!reader

WC: 1.7K

warnings: shouting, mentions of cuts and blood. took inspiration from the recomms kidnapping the sullys in the forest.

summary: you have an argument with neteyam out of fear

A/N: lowercase on purpose, sorry if that bothers you. this was something i just word vomited in my doc. Inspired from a prompt i found off pintrest, “you can’t protect everyone” “i have to try”

does the end kinda suck... maybe but i wanted something short and kinda left off for imagination.

been in the drafts since march 12

masterlist

the quiet was eerie. everything felt too still as if time froze and you were the only one to notice the change in your environment. it was like you just lost the ability to hear anything besides your own body.

everything was so loud just moments ago. shouting of commands, the breathing in your twitching ears, the sudden onslaught of bullets and arrows raining hell upon your captive form along with the three sully children and their human companion.

your heart was pounding in your ears but your instincts kicked into gear and you kicked and bit the sky demon and ran deep into the forest with the others, hands tied in front of you and legs pushing you further into the trees.

it all stopped when you toppled into another body, one you weren’t sure of being friend or foe so you struggled in their strong grip. their arms caging you against their chest and you could feel the tears stinging against your eyes and the choked feeling growing in your throat, your screams showing your growing fear. only when you felt the barest touch along your cheek and the gentle whispers of comforting words did you stop your fighting. the tears only flowed faster.

“mawey yawne. mawey.” (calm beloved. calm)

neteyam’s soothing voice sang within your ears and deep within your brain. a hand petting your braids atop your head, even digging his fingers to feel your scalp. his other hand pressed to your back, making your chest flush with his, encasing the both of you in a reality check.

you were alive. you escaped. he saved you. his family was safe.

and all that led to now. you sitting on the floor of your small mauri, eyes focused on nothing before you with your body hunched over your crossed lap. hands mindlessly picking at skin and twisting or bending fingers, or a knee bouncing to an unknown sound only you can locate. even a small rocking motion came upon your body, it was like you were in a fixed trance.

his arms being wrapped tight around your shoulders stopped all functions. slowly you realized what was happening and sluggishly you moved your arms securely along his waist, a firm tug to pull him impossibly closer. your faces tucked into the crooks of each other's necks, deeply inhaling the other scents, feeling the movement of your chest as you breathed in and out.

“neteyam…” your lips brushed his skin, and you gave a tremble to his name. he shushed you, his nose rubbing against your pulse point. his lashes a light tickle on your neck just below your jaw. “focus on your breathing first. your heart putters like that of a hummingbird's wings.”

neteyam pulled away and you started to panic, but all he did was place a hand against your heart and he tugged one of yours to do the same, “follow my heart. listen to my breathing. calm and steady.” you closed your eyes to just focus on the thump thump thump of neteyam’s steady heart.

when you felt relatively calmer, less jumpy you peeled your closed eyes open and stared directly into neteyam’s clouded golden orbs. they looked to be shadowed by different emotions, only one you can see at the top of his emotional surface. anger.

a hand limply touched his cheek, just a ghostly sweep of your fingertips. and before you could move further or speak, fast-paced steps echoed against the cave walls and entered your mauri. kiri walked forward with a woven basket of herbs and salves but stopped short when she looked up from the floor to the two of you still seated in front of each other, neither moving away only straying your eyes to her.

“oh, uh… sa’nu and sempu (mom and dad) sent me to fix any wounds. grandmother is busy with others.” she shuffled on her feet, noting the heavy air.

neteyam stood up and walked over to his sister, taking the basket into his hands, “i shall mend her wounds. stay with tuk and lo’ak, make sure they are okay.” he gave a squeeze to her right bicep and she nodded to the both of you before walking away.

neteyam moved quietly as he worked preparing the paste that would keep any cuts from getting infected and set aside the herbs for wrapping or for swelling bruises. you just watched as he kept his head and eyes down focused, mouth pulled into a thin, tight line showing he was keeping words to himself.

“neteyam… please don’t keep thoughts to yourself. tell me what troubles your mind.” a hand resting on his knee.

his movements stilled and you thought he was about to open up, but instead he mumbled lowly, “this might sting,” and he scooped the thick yellow paste onto two fingers and slathered the medicine along a long and red cut to your forearm. you flinched in his hold, eyes shutting tight with your fingers closing into fists and your breath sucked in through your teeth.

you heard the mumbled “sorries” and felt his hold that was firm but his fingers were delicate. he moved from the cut on your bicep to a cut along your collarbone. the sting wasn’t there as he worked so you focused your attention back on him, needing to hear his voice and thoughts.

“‘teyam, please. i-i know what happened was scary, but not talking to me is worrying me more. it was not our intention to get taken hostage by the demons, they caught us off guard as we were exploring, and- and i know we… yes we went to an area that was off limits. but- but everything was cleared and when i started to get worried i told them we needed to leave and that’s when they arrived, and that’s when we had lo’ak call in.”

neteyam just worked, not stopping to look at you or speak with you, his eyes stayed on your damaged skin. it was making you frustrated. you didn’t mind his silence usually, but it was always a welcomed silence when both of you just wanted to soak up the other’s presence, this was an angered silence. he was giving you the silent treatment.

“neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan i do not appreciate this silence. i would rather have you yell at me than ignore me as i am trying to talk to you. i know you have some words dancing on your tongue just waiting to be spewed in my face, well speak them.” you jerked away from his gentle touch and you missed it, but he was hurting your heart.

he stayed on his knees, head bowed as he stared at his hands, palms facing the sky. his braids closed off his face, his emotions that you usually could read like an open book, but now he was a clouded sky that wouldn’t let the sun shine through.

your lips trembled and eyes watered, your arms covering your stomach as a protective blanket from this vulnerability. “when i was being choked by their hand around my throat and my queue being tugged harshly, i thought i was to die in that moment. they held knives at each of us, ready to stab if we were to make any move to freedom. and- and as the night crept upon us as they waited for your sempul (father) so they could kill him along with us, i just thought of you. thought of your smile and your comforting laughter that i have to wrangle from you most of the time because you can be too stubborn for your own good. how i would miss the touch of your fingers on my skin, rubbing circles into my hips or caressing my cheeks as we gazed lovingly into each other's eyes. how there were so many words i have yet-“

“i could have lost you! you could have been killed long before we arrived to help! i would stumble upon your lifeless body! do you not know how that would completely break me apart? i wouldn’t be able to live without you, without your soothing words and quiet company. i- i would want to die right with you, even if it hurt my family…i wouldn’t- your loss would just rip my heart out of my chest and completely tear it to shreds.”

his words shrieked loud like a ikran’s cry within your eardrums. your whole body stopped moving and you stood motionless, the air stolen from your lungs and your heart forgetting its automatic beating. your arms fell from their protective hold on your stomach before your feet carried you back to neteyam, knees crouching to the ground. with a hand, you tucked it under his chin and pushed his head up to make proper eye contact and that’s when your heart completely broke in your chest.

his usual glowing irises were surrounded in a red hue from the running tears that left stains under his eyes and along his cheeks. thumbs jumped into action and swiped away the pain that this situation has caused him, you hated seeing him so stressed and worn out.

“ma ‘teyam… i hadn’t meant to put us- put you in this type of position. i never want to be the cause of pain for you and- and i know this whole problem could have been avoided if- if i was a bit stricter with lo’ak and his impulse decisions. but we must now focus on our present.” you connected your foreheads together, thumbs still running over his cheeks.

neteyam wrapped his hands around your wrist, his nose bumping into yours, “i’m supposed to protect you, protect my family and i have failed my purpose.”

“no neteyam. your sole purpose isn’t to be a protector… well actually kinda is- anyway, what- what i am trying to say is. you cannot save everyone neteyam, sometimes Eywa chooses whose life ends if it keeps the balance.”

“i have to try. i have to try and save everyone, especially my family and you. life would never be the same if any of you were to leave in a tragic way.” you pushed braids behind his ears, “and life would be dull and fruitless without you, neteyam. we must protect each other, that is our purpose.”

...

[cuddl3s4shur1]

•“𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒“•

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:Earth 42!Miles x Y/N

𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎:You and miles have made some prank wars only for you to lose your edge control

𝐀/𝐍: I’m so sorry yall for having not get in stories , hopefully this one shot helps. Idea is from a pintrest post

Minor spanish, blame apple

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆:Fluff, Funny, Cute,Broken Spanish

Miles I hope you didn’t take my edge control” you shout hoping he hears you from the living room.

You and miles were about to go out for a little bit to his parents house .

But you guys have started a prank war. So you guys like to pull random pranks on eachother not matter what.

But you were going to do a little bit of your edges . Yet you couldn’t find it at all. You had searched your hair bin it wasn’t there. You checked the bathroom in your room and you checked you bedroom.

Now you were checking your dresser to see if it was on top or if slipped and fell.

“Oh my god , there ain’t not way it got up and decided to just head out” you say to yourself as you started to get slightly annoyed.

“Miles I know you got my edge control” you said as you go to the living room

You look around he’s no where to be found , his game was on pause so you went to main. Bathroom.

You saw miles in the mirror suing it edge control to lay his edges down.

“Miles I know you lying” you laugh as you see him

“No no you wish , Mis bordes están matando” (my edges are killing) he says you start to laugh at him

“That’s what you think” you tell him

“Estás enfadado, lo hice mejor que tú (Your just mad I did better than you)” he tells you

“Yeah yeah , Lo que digas, amor (what ever you say love)” you tell him .

He finishes laying three down and you start to smile , but he was a little right , he was killing it

“Hold up lemme take your pictures “ you tell him as you pull out your phone from your back pocket.

You start to take regular pictures than point .5’s

“Nuh uh delete them point .5s finna make me look goofy” he tell you as you show him the pictures

“Already look goofy with them edges” you tell him .

“Nuh uh , I be slaying” he tells you

“I can tell , not lemme put your edges back so mama Rio don’t be on me” you laugh as you get the edge brush off the counter

“Well I got proof of me killing everyone”

“Yup babe that you do”

[twospiritstooprideful]

shout out to all the people who dont have a tumblr and have to look at screenshots via pintrest

hellooooooooo

[yoitsjay]

Not my gif, found on pintrest

Hazard Response Squad

Pairings: none

Summary: Hazards introduction to my little blog, enjoy thirsty hoe's.

Warnings: cannon clone wars violence, use of Y/n, Hazard's perspective.

Word count: 1,250

Hazard Devider made by @moosgraphics

Blasterfire, screams, shouts of pain or shouts of orders filled the surrounding area, Commander Hazard stood at the forefront of the fray, his duel carbine blasters secured tightly in his grip as he crouched behind a large rock and surveyed the battlefield. The air was thick with smoke and the acrid tang of blood and fire, casting an eerie, hazy light over the chaos.

“Commander, it's Palo, we’re getting pinned down near the eastern flank!” shouted one of the clones’ voice crackled through Hazard’s helmet, his voice was strained but resolute through the comm-link. Hazard’s helm tilted slightly as he processed the information, his mind racing with Ideas. He pursed his lip, and grumbled out a command

“Trooper, we can’t afford to lose that position,” Hazard replied, his voice calm yet imbued with an edge of urgency. “Redirect the 3rd squad to reinforce the eastern perimeter. Have them deploy smoke grenades and droid poppers to create cover.”

“Yes, sir!” Palo responded, and Hazard could only hope that Palo managed to secure the eastern flank… Where was Iarni when he needed her?

Lieutenant Ruzze, Hazard’s second-in-command, approached, his face set in a grim expression. “Commander, we’re facing heavier resistance than anticipated. The enemy’s advancing with armored support, and our anti-tank units are running low on ammo.” Ruzze explained to Hazard as he knelt down where Hazard was, laying down some helpful cover fire.

Hazard sighed but nodded, his eyes scanning the horizon where the enemy’s armored vehicles loomed ominously. “What if we divert the reserve platoon to engage those tanks? We need to buy time to reload our own tanks, or get reinforcements.” he suggested. Ruzze hummed, pursing his lips slightly before sliding his bucket back onto his head, his gaze through the visor met Hazard’s with a mixture of respect and concern relayed through body language. “And if we can’t hold them off?”

“Then we fight till the last man is left standing.” Hazard replied, his tone resolute. “But we’re not going to let them break through without a fight. Because the General is coming back and she's gonna bring her fury on these seppies. She won’t let us down.” Hazard stated, hearing Ruzze hum in disbelief. Yet he nodded and rushed back to his other position to enact the new orders

Hazard turned his attention to his combat medic, Lizz, who was helping wounded soldiers to safety. “Lizz, I need you to organize a triage station behind the main lines. Make sure the medics get to the most critical cases first. We can’t afford to lose any more of our own.”

Lizz gave a firm nod in response. “Understood, Commander. Already on it.” the clone medic answered.

With a final, encouraging glance at his battalion, Hazard took a deep breath and braced himself, though just as he was about to step out from his cover rock, a drop ship and several bombers flew overhead, dropping bombs on the approaching separatist tanks, pushing back their efforts and giving Hazard’s men some room to breath.

He stepped out as the dropship landed, and approached as he pulled his helmet off, holding it against his hip as the doors of the ship opened, revealing his yellowed, tall and regal general. She grinned at him, approaching him with someone else by her side. “Commander Hazard, sorry we’re late, the council decided I needed a padawan, so meet Padawan Y/n” Iarni greeted, gesturing to the young adult next to her. Y/n waved, albeit a little shy it seemed, and Hazard nodded his head as a greeting, now walking by his generals side.

“I’m not getting demoted, am i?” He asked teasingly, hearing his Twi’leki general snort. “Of course not, Commander, I can't afford to lose my most trusted Commander.” She replied teasingly. Howzer just rolled his eyes and led her back to the main camp.

“We had to redirect forces to the southern flank, and I sent the reserve platoon to fight off the advancing Tanks.” Hazard explained, stopping once he reached the center of the small camp, Iarni hummed, rubbing her chin for a moment as she thought of a plan. “Alright, you and the padawan will go reinforce the southern flank, our reinforcements will hold the line here, and I will go help take down those tanks.” Iarni stated. Hazard nodded his head.

“Aye aye General, see you when the battle is over.” Hazard grinned, Iarni placed her hand on Hazard’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Be safe, Do aay. And teach my new padawan a thing or two.” Iarni instructed before she walked to the drop ship and took off to reinforce the reserve platoon.

Hazard slid his helmet back onto his head, then turned to the padawan Iarni left behind. “Have you ever been in a battle, kid?” Hazard asked, seeing Y/n glare lightly. “I’m not a kid, and no. But I've been trained for it.” She stated, and hazard hummed.

“Nothing teaches better than the battlefield.” He mused, and gestured for the padawan to follow him and a small squad to the southern flank, where he yet again re-entered the battle. Even though Y/n had little battle experience Hazard wouldn’t lie when he thought they could definitely hold themselves in a battle.

“hey look brothers! It's the Hazard response team!” One of the clone troopers shouted, and a chorus of cheers followed suit. Y/n looked up to Hazard with an eyebrow raised. “Hazard response team?” they asked, and Hazard huffed. “I didn’t name it that, the boys did after my small company keeps saving their asses,” he replied. Y/n just hummed, then jumped forward to continue fighting.

And soon the battle was over, with smoke fading from the sky as fires were put out, and tanks were destroyed. patrols were sent out to defend the perimeter and canyons, though hazard, his company, and Y/n regrouped with General Iarni back at the camp.

Iarni smiled as she turned to look at her commander, and padawan, and bowed in greeting. “Glad to see you both unharmed. Let’s make our way to the city, your men have their new orders.” Iarni stated, and Hazard nodded his head. “Yes General, should I get the drop ship ready?” He asked, and Iarni nodded.

Y/n and Iarni watched as Hazard turned and walked towards the nearby drop ship.

“Well he’s definitely one hell of a fighter.” Y/n mused, and looked up at their master, who just smiled. “he’s more than a fighter, padawan. He's a lover, a caregiver, a brother, and a paternal figure to all the men in our battalion.” Iarni stated, sliding her hands behind her back as she began walking forward with her padawan, who hummed. “A lover huh?” they muttered under their breath, though Iarni just smirked, reaching the drop ship and taking Hazard’s extended hand, since he was offering to help her on board she couldn’t refuse.

Hazard then extended his hand to Y/n, who smiled bashfully as they grabbed his warm firm hand, feeling him pull them up onto the dropship before steadying them beside him as they tumbled slightly.

Iarni raised an eyebrow at Hazard, who just shrugged, making the general snicker, but said nothing else as the drop ship took off towards the planet’s city.

Y/n stared up at their Commander, pursing their lips as they studied him… and…

You couldn’t help but wonder, just what this handsome clone Commander had in store for you.

[paddockbunny]

list a, #230 and maybe Danny

Full House

Summary : Daniel had only been home a matter of days and yet not one of them had the pair of you been alone. When you finally snap, what happens when you finally get it off your chest that it’s been bothering you. Rating : 18+ Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader Word Count : 2,768 ONE SHOT Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult language, PinV sex, unprotected sex, graphic descriptions, semi public (? dont know if this really is semi public but people can overhear). Images : curated from Pintrest

List : List A Prompt : Are you sure? Once I start I don't think I'm able to stop”

The house was full. Again.

The sound of mixing male voices all winding around one another's with intermittent laughter met your ears as soon as you opened the door to the LA home you shared with your boyfriend, Daniel. Your shoulders dropped and a sigh left your lips while your head rolled backwards. It was day nine. Day nine since he had been home and the ninth day he had had his friends over. In nine days the only time you had gotten your boyfriend to yourself was at night when he saddled up behind you in bed - or when he was horny and wanted to fuck - and the hour or so in the morning before his pals started showing up at the door like children asking if he could go out to play. And that was what annoyed you most, how Daniel was usually the one throwing out the invites and asking his friends over all the time. You suspected today was no different. As around loud crack of laughter reverberated through the hallway down to where you were you had to push away the intrusive thought that had been swirling for the past three days.

He doesn’t want to spend time with you alone.

At first you thought it was ridiculous to even contemplate that it could be true. But slowly, it played on your mind more and more to the point you started getting a little stressed and anxious about what it would mean if it turned out you were correct and it was true. But as you heard your boyfriends iconic laugh you were jolted right back into the present and your arms suddenly ached with how heavy the bags in them were. Anger suddenly came flooding over you as you realised how you felt like a housewife.

“Daniel! I need some help!” You shouted. No answer “DANIEL!” You shouted louder. But still nothing. You groaned frustratingly before dumping the bags down on the ground. This was just so typical of Daniel. He got so caught up in the moment, the fun he was having, that he zoned out. Another round of laughter hit you and this time it pissed you off.

So at risk of making yourself seem like a “psycho girlfriend” you stomped through. Daniel was in the chair, his legs over the side of it, with a big goofy grin on his face. He looked like he was king holding court and instantly it pissed you off. “Oh, babe, hey….” You glared at him then rolled your eyes and swiftly stomped away upstairs.

You yanked open the drawer and slammed in Daniel’s freshly washed t-shirts. You opened a different drawer and flung in some of your bras and banged it closed. You were taking out your frustration on the inanimate objects around you. Daniel was so blasé downstairs. He was so unconcerned looking that you felt your blood boiling. He didn’t try to explain why you were joined by the boys (yet again) nor did he try to make any forms of apologies for it either. You were so lost in your annoyance that you missed him entering into your shared bedroom until he said your name gently followed by; “Are you mad at me?” Your teeth ground together and you didn’t want to look at him. You contemplated giving him the silent treatment. “Babe, c’mon…” you heard him sighing.

“Yes. I am mad at you, Daniel.” You snapped at him “Since you've been home you’ve been surrounded by people all the time. I’ve not…” you paused, feeling like you were really close to sounding crazy but if you didn’t get it off your chest now then you probably never would “I haven’t spent any time with you, just you, alone.”

Daniel’s blank face either showed he was unbothered by what you were saying or he understood perfectly. It made a heat rise upon your neck that you only got when you were nervous. You swallowed as he stared straight into your soul. “I thought you liked having people over?” His brows knitted in the middle looked totally flummoxed by your omission “I do….” You sighed. “But not all the time Dan.” For a brief moment you felt like you had made a mistake confessing but, no, he had to know why this was a problem.

“Do you not want to be around me? Just me?” It came out more defensive than what you intended but the meaning was still the same. Daniel still had that confused look upon his face. “I just feel like, well, that you’d rather be with the boys than me.”

“What?” Momentarily his bottom lip dropped open in what seemed like shock before it disappeared “I’m sorry.” He apologised instantly. “I genuinely didn’t think. I thought because you loved being hostess you…fuck, oh my God, I feel so selfish. I’m so sorry.” He came rushing toward you. His arms outstretched wanting your body in them. In your mind you believed Daniel wouldn’t have even realised what you were feeling a little off so there was no way he would be doing it deliberately. So what was coming out of his mouth was really just confirming that.

As his arms engulfed you, hugged you with all his might, your worries all but melted away. His lips pressed a soft kiss to your temple while you breathed in his scent - an act almost like you were grounding yourself - and you felt his grip on your waist tighten. You pressed your cheek to his chest and took note of how your mind eased and calmed.

“I’m going to go kick them out.” He said quietly. You almost missed him saying it because you were lost listening to the gentle, soft thudding of his heart. Tilting your head up you saw him smiling faintly down at you. His words clicked in your brain and you told him he didn’t have to do that. “I do like hosting, Daniel. I just need my Danny time too.” It was only a matter of two or three seconds till his lips hard pressed yours.

At first the kiss simply signalled to you he was listening to what you were saying and he understood you. But as it continued the motivation very distinctly began to change. His hands slid your top up and glided against the skin of your back while yours gripped the front of his hoody tighter. Daniel’s tongue effortlessly skimmed across your lower lip and it was a very obvious signal he wanted you to admit him entrance to your mouth. Which you didn’t need to be asked twice to do. You granted him easy permission. His tongue coasted over yours and you could barely hold back the moan that had built deep inside of you.

“Is this what you meant by “Danny time”?” When you looked at him - with your eyes no doubt filled to the brim with lust - you could tell how cheeky, cocky confidence had exploded in him. “It’s a start.” You replied back. Your voice mirroring the same amount of sass as his had done moments before. His dark eyes that you adored so much turned even darker while he drunk in your features. The spark you had been playing with was igniting to a roaring fire and you had a deep hunger that desperately needed feeding. The intense rising heat that burned inside of you scorched all over your skin as Daniel’s eyes practically screamed out what he was thinking.

Without saying anything your hands went to the hem of his soft self branded white hoody and lifted it. He didn’t resist. Instead he helped remove the item completely and it gave you the briefest of moments to scan down the tanned, taught skin of his abs before glancing even lower to check out the tent pitched inside his matching white sweatpants. Your mouth watered at the sheer thought of him - which only matched how wet your panties had gotten in the few short moments since he initially kissed you. “Let me send them home…” He practically purred against the skin of your collarbone. “No.” Your voice strong and not at all pleading “I’m not waiting for you any longer.” Your head pulled back so he had no choice but to look at you “Fuck me…”

The noise that left Daniel was a loud, very deliberate groan. He loved when you vocalised exactly what you wanted and how you wanted it. Dirty talk was sort of a thing the pair of you had going on and even if you had to blow your own trumpet, you were both VERY good at it. He gripped your waist and turned you so your butt pressed against the dresser. His hand went into your hair and pulled backward so your neck was exposed to him.

“Are you sure?” He asked, his lips hovering above the flesh of your throat “Once I start, I won’t be able to stop.” That’s exactly what you were hoping for. Daniel waited for your vocal response but you didn’t give him one. Instead, your hand immediately went straight to the tight space between your bodies and palmed him through the soft cotton of his sweats. His eyes closed, head rolled back at your touch, his mouth fell open and a dangerously loud groan streamed straight out of it. As his pleasure painted a smirk upon your own lips, it also sent a pulsating ache between your thighs that you desperately needed him to sort.

“Fuck…” He whispered as he looked back at you. Staring at him. Full of sheer desperation. And he couldn’t wait any longer. He hurriedly unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down over your butt and thighs with haste. Taking the thin scrap of black lace you wore as panties along with it. When free he lifted you to sit on the edge of the wooden dresser behind you. Your leg up around his waist, hands trailing up and gripping hold of his wide, strong neck. More swear words poured out of him as his fingers glided over the sensitive delicate flesh between your thighs. “You definitely need more Danny time.” He referenced how the pair of you had found yourself in this position and it made you smile broadly at him. It hadn’t been your plan to storm upstairs and expose what you had been feeling the past few days in the manner you had but, as he pulled down his sweatpants and let his absolutely mesmerising member spring free, you were glad you had.

A lust fuelled, loud moan escaped past your lips without hesitation the moment he pushed inside of you. His lips were swift to swallow the second one that spilled as he pulled back out before sinking in again, this time even deeper. There was no time for warming up - no foreplay was ever needed with him - not with his friends downstairs awaiting his return. That didn’t mean Daniel was going to sacrifice his performance for them. He was going to give it to you exactly how he knew you wanted it. His fingertips dug into the flesh of your thigh as he began getting into a steady rhythm. His name stuttered past your swollen lips as your hand reached behind you to stop you from falling into the mirror that sat upon the wall. The sound of the dresser beginning to rock with the movements he was making while he fucked you echoed around the room. You figured his friends would probably be able to hear it downstairs - the master bedroom was right on top of the lounge they were sitting in after-all - and not for one second did you care they were kept waiting. In fact, you moaned louder, just so they knew Daniel had chosen you over them right now.

His hand went to your mouth and a naughty smirk appeared on his mouth. “You want them to hear don’t you?” He twigged and you nodded quickly. He released you just in time. His cock angled differently inside of you and he was now repeatedly hitting the fleshy little bump inside that made you see stars, with every single powerful thrust. “DAN…” Your hand slammed down on the dark wood you were sitting on as your toes curled and teeth gritted. “Kinky.” He purred against your throat when it fell back while you gasped for air. The noise of the wood on the wall increased as he quickened his pace. But as the thought of his friends downstairs evaporated and any remnants of the mini argument that lead to having loud, unexpected sex, fled from your mind, the only thing replacing it was the feeling of your orgasm begin to capture and ravish your body.

As eyes opened and you grabbed hold of Daniel’s shoulder, his eyes locked with his and you could tell he was close. He moaned and asked if you were close but before you even had the chance to answer, your body answered for you. The delicious high exploded inside of you. Your body shook and stuttered as the climax captured every shred of your being and soul and you felt like you were being kissed by fire. Daniel kept his strong, unrelenting rhythm up while you came. He wanted every single last morsel of your high he could produce from you before his own hit him. Which, it didn’t take long for it to do just that. Daniel came just as hard as you had done. He pulled you clean off the drawers and held you to him as he released deep inside of you. His fingertips digging into your flesh so hard you would have deep purple bruises. But you didn’t care. You felt him twitching as his milky seed filled you and you wished you had let him get rid of his friends so the pair of you could immediately go again, you hadn’t had enough of him yet.

High’s were levelling out as Daniel finally pulled himself out of you. He smiled broadly before he leaned in and kissed you. The kiss was softer than before. It was almost peaceful now both of you felt satisfied. Delicately he placed you back down on your feet and told you to wait where you were. You knew exactly where Daniel was disappearing to. He was going to get you something to clean up. He always did this, made sure to clean you up after he made a mess. It was sweet, comforting even. Daniel returned with a warm cloth and a towel and nodded over at the bed for you to sit down on. You did exactly as he asked and took a tentative seat on the edge of the bed. Your eyes followed his movements as he got down on his knees and his big palms went on top of yours, using slight pressure to spread them open tenderly. Daniel pressed the warm wash cloth between your thighs. You knew he enjoyed this as much as he enjoyed actually having sex. It was a bit of a kink of his. He rather liked watching his spent seed slowly dripping out of you after he came inside.

“Do you want me to get rid of them now?” He asked playfully as if he already knew the answer. He would have presumed you would say yes. That you would feel a little embarrassed if they had overheard the pair of you banging in the room above them. Or the fact you wanted a round two - which naturally of course you wanted a round two (and three and four, all over the house) so wanted them gone. But you surprised him. You raised your eyebrows and shrugged. “No, they can stay for lunch actually.” You pointed at your panties lying on the floor and motioned for him to get them for you. “I’m going to need those though.” “Babe….They’ve probably heard everything, are you sure I shouldn’t just” he had done what you wanted, he passed you the black thong he had taken off you fifteen minutes before. “And? So what if they’ve heard.” You shrugged pulling your still damp panties on and rising to your feet, Daniel was still on his knees before you, looking up with an amused (yet slightly shocked) look upon his face. You took the opportunity to bend over right then and kiss him. “If they’re going to be in our home so much then they’re going to have to listen to us having sex. They should be thankful we’ve not done it in front of them.”

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i remember reading this headcannon on pintrest that was a screenshot of one here on tumlr so shout out to the og poster. it was basically when percabeth died in the future chiron was sad obvs and they reincarnated at Anniebell (annabeth) and perry johnson or peter (percy).

but what if it was a gender bend reincarnation. you have Perri Johnson daughter of Athena (percy's reincarnation) who looked like Percy's twin minus the gray eyes and Aaron Bells son of Poseidon (annabeth's reincarnation) who was annabeth's twin once more minus the sea green/blue eyes. and it would be like Aaron was the one who came to camp at seven and Perri came at 12 after killing a minotaur. like that would be so funny, i can imagine Poseidon and Athena cursing the fates who are just sitting their eating popcorn for the show. Dunno just seemed hiliarous to me

ps if your the og poster please let me know so i can taggyou!