JUST LETTING Y'ALL KNOW WHERE THIS BLOG STANDS.

y’all: peter was able to stop bucky’s fist in civil war bc bucky heard peter’s voice, realized he was a child, then weakened his punch bc he was so worried about hurting a child uwu

me, eating pistachios: y’all know peter can canonically lift up to 75 tons, right. y’all know bucky’s fist is easy as hell for peter to block, right. y’all know bucky didn’t know shit about peter being a child and was just shocked that someone was able to so easily block his punch, right. y’all know that, right.

Yoongi was slamming into you, pinning you down bruisingly tight as he made you scream. He leaned down to growl in your ear, “Do you want to have my baby y/n?” When you came on the spot just from the thought of it he smirked and started to fill you with his cum. 

I’m sorry to bother you, but do you have any tips for how to learn to draw?, how did you start to draw? How did you improve? How did you learn to draw what you wanted? You’re so talented and I love your art ❣️

Thank you! Hmm I don’t think I really have as many tips other than study and not just draw. Like, ideally what you wanna do is work on your observational skills by studying lots and lots of real life refs. You can do this by a variety of ways such as anatomy study (with the actual muscle details), dissecting things into shape language (what are the major shapes used, where/how do they connect?) in which tracing over a picture can be useful as well. Note that you need to be actively looking at what you’re drawing when you try to trace by learning- simply drawing over lines will not help you. As an example, you can do something like this:

What works for me may not work for you, but I find it helpful to break down bodies into shape language that msoothly flows into each other. So for example, how the pectorals connect to the shoulders etc. Tracing over it isn’t even necessary perse, you can also just look at a picture and try to draw the big shapes you see. This will actually help you build your base sketch as well, and once you have a good idea of how shapes work in 3D, you can build off a reference without copying it for example.

Once you start learning these things and work on your observational skills, you start being able to apply it to other things. You’ll notice yourself getting better at picturing shapes in 3D. You can also choose to start simple, building up to complex shapes. 

I hope that helps!

Lucy was so worried about him!! And Natsu: “HAPPY DID YOU TELL HER?” He also cares for her didn’t tell her truth because he don’t want to make her worry about him ! They just care about each other so much!

Faerie Garden

Plants to grow in your faerie Garden:

Bluebells: Faeries get called to their midnight dances by the ringing of bluebells. Bluebells represent kindness. They symbolize consecrated faery magick grounds. A potent plant for faerie magick.

Buttercup: These flowers help faeries to bring compassion to humans. Buttercups bring healing energy and understanding. 

Carnation: Faeries have a strong love of these. They can strengthen the aura and ones love life.

Clover: Attract Fae.

Cowslips: These are loved and protected by faeries. The flowers are adorred by faeries. 

Daisy: Symbolizes happiness. Useful for attracting faeries. 

Foxglove: A flower associated with faeries and mentioned in faerie folklore. Flowers attract faerie energy.(Very poisonous!)

Fern: Provides the Fae with shelter.

Holly: Holly berries are a favorite food for fairies. 

Lavender: Is used in Elf magick.

Lilac: Its scent attracts the fae.

Morning Glories: Keeps malevolent faeries at bay. 

Mushrooms and Toadstools: Loved by Fae. Circles of mushrooms are considered dangerous.

Pansy: Said to attract faeries.

Rose: Rose bushes are a wonderful way to attract fairies to your garden.  The petals  can be used fairy magic and are especially useful for love spells.

Rosemary: Useful for keeping malicious fairies away, but when burned as incense, it will attract the fae.

Tulips: Adored by faeries.

Violets: Used to attract faeries and in faerie magick.

Make sure to add wildflowers and flowers native to your area!

Things to add:

Bird houses, hummingbird feeders, bird feeders, and bird baths.

Bee homes, bee waterers, bee baths.

Fountain or fish pond

Wind chimes and bells

A place for offerings

Mirrors

Shiny stones

Faerie homes (Make sure they are made of natural materials only!)

Glass/mirrored globes

Stained glass

Leave out offerings 

Shiny beads

For the Anon who requested this :)

==Moonlight==

What is Imbolc?

Imbolc is a holiday that takes place on February 1st. I celebrates the beginning of spring and growth. It is a time of renewal, fresh beginnings, and hope towards the future. It is the perfect time to make life decisions, try new things, and attempt to move forward from anything that might be holding you back in your past. 

How Can I Celebrate?

Try out a new hobby

Plant something

Cook something

Really anything that involves you creating something

Volunteer at a nature clean-up event 

Clean your house physically

Cleanse your house magickally

Start a journal

Apply for jobs

Have that risky conversation that you’ve been wanting to have but dreading

Wear that outfit that makes you nervous that people will think it looks stupid. OWN IT

Re-decorate your altar

If you are planning on having a baby, this will be a good day to… uh.. start trying. 

Register for a class

Feel free to add on your own celebrations!

Anime/Animated films to look for 2017/2018

I’ve only seen two of these films so far since not all are subbed in English yet, but I have it in good faith that they will all be very good, so here they are, that you may know of them and seek them out.

I don’t have much time today, so I will only give some minor details and standard summary with these recommendations, plus my personal ratings which you may take as you like.

A Silent Voice

A deaf elementary school girl, Shoko Nishimiya, upon transferring, meets a boy named Shoya Ishida in her new class. Shoya, who is not deaf, leads the class in bullying Shoko, because she is deaf. As the bullying continues, the class starts to bully Shoya for bullying Shoko. After graduating from elementary school, Shoko and Shoya do not speak to each other… until later, when Shoya, tormented over his past, decides he must see Shoko once more. Shoya wants to make amends for what he did in elementary school and be Shoko’s friend.

A story with excellent character portrayal and development. 5/5

Napping Princess/Ancien and the Magic Tablet

A young girl dreams of a world called Heartland, a place where she has magic powers. When her events in Heartland begin to parallel her waking world, she realizes that she will have to outmaneuver the bad guys in both worlds.

Lu Over the Wall

The story centers on Kai, a gloomy middle school student whose life changes after meeting Lu, a mermaid.

The Breadwinner

A headstrong girl in Afghanistan dresses like a boy to provide for her family.

Mary and the Witch’s Flower

A strange flower grants a young girl magical powers, which leads to the adventure of a lifetime.

In This Corner of the World

As she combats her daily struggles In Hiroshima during World War II, an 18-year-old woman gets married and has to maintain the will to live. Heartwarming. 4.5/5

Bonus: 

These films have been out for several years, but if you haven’t yet seen them I am making a mention so that you can seek them out at your own discretion, because I find them all to be very good.

Ocean Waves

The arrival of a pretty transfer student from Tokyo sets in motion a change in the relationship between two best friends. This film was a made-for-TV attempt to sharpen the skills of the younger Ghibli animators. They may have bitten off a bit more than they could chew. The story is done with sensitivity and it is interesting, but something about the soul of the film seems to have suffered under the pressure to impress that those younger Ghibli workers must have been feeling. Still, I like it. 2.5/5

The Wind Rises

A lifelong love of flight inspires Japanese aviation engineer Jiro Horikoshi during the trials and chaos of his life in WWII Japan. The first time I watched The Wind Rises I was left a little unimpressed. It seemed strange and “too childish” for me. But I have since rewatched it with a more open heart and understood that this whimsy is intentional. That the atmosphere is a cry for the pure heart of the leading man, despite the reality of his time and place. It is truly a very deep and moving piece of work. I’d highly recommend watching in original Japanese. 5/5

Only Yesterday

Unmarried career woman Taeko Okajima takes her first extended trip outside her native Tokyo when she travels to rural Yamagata to visit her sister’s family during the annual safflower harvest. On the train, Taeko daydreams about her pre-adolescent self. As her vacation progresses, she has extended flashbacks about the frustrations and small pleasures of her childhood, and wonders if her stress-filled adult life is what the young Taeko would have wanted for herself. 

This one is only just freshly dubbed into English. Way back in the 90′s when Takahata actually made this film, his particular style of movie making, and the Ghibli brand in general hadn’t quite taken off in American cinema, so they chose not to dub this one. But with the explosive popularity of Ghibli since Spirited Away and the sudden lull in films produced since Miyazaki’s “retirement”, this film got it’s dub in 2016 in order to wrangle in some extra cash in the international movie market. 5/5

From Up On Poppy Hill

Umi Matsuzaki is a sixteen-year-old student attending Isogo High School living in Coquelicot Manor, a boarding house overlooking the Port of Yokohama in Japan. Her mother, Ryoko, is a medical professor studying abroad in the United States. Umi runs the house and looks after her younger siblings, Sora and Riku, and her grandmother, Hana. College student Sachiko Hirokouji, and doctor-in-training Miki Hokuto, also live there. Each morning, Umi raises a set of signal flags with the message “I pray for safe voyages”.

One day, a poem about the flags being raised, is published in the school newspaper. Shun Kazama, the poem’s author and a member of the journalism club, witnesses the flags from sea as he rides a tugboat to school. This starts a complicated but sweet romance between the two. The story is quiet and subtle, but this is intentional and well crafted. 5/5. Directed by Miyazaki’s son Gorō .

A Letter to Momo

Momo is recovering from her father’s death and her mother’s decision to move their family from Tokyo to a remote island when she discovers a message from her father that causes strange events to occur. 3/5. I enjoyed it, but it seemed like it was padding it’s run-time.

Giovanni’s Island

The story follows two brothers, Junpei and Kanta, who live on the island of Shikotan, shortly after World War II. On August 15, 1945, Soviet soldiers land on Shikotan and occupy the island. Junpei and Kanta, who live with their grandfather, a fisherman, and their father, the head of the firefighting force of the village, are forced to move to the stables while the Russian commander’s family, among them the commander’s daughter Tanya, move into the main house. The story follows the friendship that develops between the three children in the midst of the war.

4/5

Summer Wars

The film tells the story of Kenji Koiso, a timid eleventh-grade math genius who is taken to Ueda by twelfth-grade student Natsuki Shinohara to celebrate her great-grandmother’s 90th birthday. However, he is falsely implicated in the hacking of a virtual world by a sadistic artificial intelligence named Love Machine. Kenji must repair the damage done to it and find a way to stop the rogue computer program from causing any further damage.

Clever stroyline, likable characters and a respectable ending. 4.5/5

The Garden of Words

A boy named Takao trains to become a shoemaker and meets with a mysterious woman in the park when it rains. 3.5/5 for content 4.5/5 for heart.

Your Name.

Your Name tells the story of a high school girl in rural Japan and a high school boy in Tokyo who swap bodies. It is a very touching, very funny and very relatable film. Taki and Mitsuha are perfect in this sci-fi mash-up. 4.5/5

Salted Honey Pie 🍯

An old fashion pie recipe that’s super simple to make and a great Ostara/Spring Dessert! I’m making one for this Easter with my family.

Honey, Eggs, Cream are all Spring Foods. Honey symbolizes sweetness and the rewards of hardwork just like the little bees that work so hard to make it! 🐝

And Salt banishes negativity and is purifying!

This dessert is perfect for getting rid of the stress or worry of Winter and welcoming any sweet rewards from your hardwork in the future this Spring!

Ingredients:

One 9 inch Pie Crust (Store bought or one of your favorite crust recipes)

½ Cup of Melted Butter

¾ Cup of White Sugar

2 Tbs of Cornmeal

¼ tsp of Salt

¾ Cup of Honey

2 Eggs + 1 Egg Yolk

½ Cup of Cream

2 tsp White Vinegar

1 tsp of Vanilla Extract

Salt Flakes for Garnish

Preheat your oven to 350. In a large bowl, mix together your dry ingredients before slowly mixing in your wet ingredients one at a time…. (I never do this and just mix it all together randomly as I go, but it’s up to you.)

Feel free to add a sigil to the base of the pie crust. This is mine -

Pour mixture into your pie crust, it will be liquid and thin; that’s okay!

Cook for 45 to 60 minutes or until the top is golden brown and it starts to bubble.(I recommend 60 minutes on the middle rack. Mine didn’t burn at all!)

Take it out of the oven and let it cool for One hour or more to let it solidify. This step is very important to make sure it isn’t too liquidy. The consitancy should be like Pecan Pie Filling.

Garnish with Sea Salt or Himalayan Salt; any big salt flakes. But regular table salt will do just fine if the others aren’t available.

Done! 🍯🐝🍽😋

This can be used for Litha too!

I can read smut straight faced but this made me have the perviest grin ever!

Day 3 - Overstimulation - Elliot Alderson x Reader

I’m a day late because this fic is so fucking long. Elliot does you a favor, and things get a little hot afterwards. For someone as touch starved as I assume Elliot is, a sudden rush of physical pleasure has got to be near unbearable, but he wants it. 3.3k words also elliot is asexual

“What do you want me to do?” You asked after a stretch of anxious silence. He moved his grip up to your arm and stroked his thumb across the skin of your wrist silently.

“What you’re supposed to do, when you feel like this,” he muttered, focusing intently on your forearm to avoid looking at you.

“What… would that be?” you inquired slowly, and he heaved a shaky breath.

“How should I know?” he huffed, and when he glanced up at you, you could see a small smile on his face. “You’re supposed to be the normal one.”

You hadn’t meant to, but you had fallen asleep at Elliot’s place. You realized as soon as you woke up to the sound of him methodically tapping at his keyboard a few feet from you, the dim blue glow of his computer the only light in the room. You sat up immediately, dazed and feeling sheepish. You only remembered sitting on his mattress, had you really dozed off so easily? You dimly noticed there was a blanket over you, and you wondered if you had pulled it over yourself. You checked the clock - 5:12am. Elliot must have been up all night.

If Elliot heard you, he didn’t acknowledge it; he just continued to work. You ignored the glow of his computer as it strained your eyes, and pulled yourself off the bed, walking up behind him. He minimized a window of code as soon as you had view of it, setting his computer back to his desktop quickly. He turned towards you slightly, avoiding your gaze.

“I’m sorry that I fell asleep,” you offered in apology, embarrassed. Elliot nodded once, slightly, but said nothing. You let the silence hang for a moment, unsure of what to say.

“It’s done.” he finally spoke, his voice soft. You felt your shoulder twitch - a nervous tick. You were anxious to know what he had found when during his digging, and you waited as he pulled out a cd with the information.

“What’s on it?” you asked, unsure of whether or not you wanted the answer.

“The information you wanted,” he said flatly, and you drew your breath. You turned the cd over in your hands, examining it as if just looking at it would reveal what it held.

“Is it… bad?” You were hesitant to know this answer, and Elliot surely heard it in your voice. He cocked his head towards you slightly, and then pulled open a browser window. He sat back slightly and you leaned in, nervously reading the police report he had found. Your face fell into a frown - the report was for your new boss, a sexual assault charge that had been scrubbed. Your heart sank, but you were, in a sense, glad that you knew before moving along with this new job. You dug your fingernails into the back of Elliot’s chair as you seethed, and he watched you out of the corner of his eye quietly. When you realized he was watching you came back out of your rage, letting out a breath you hadn’t known you were holding in.

“Thank you,” you said to him, although it sounded ingenuine. You took a deep breath and tried again, your voice uneven. “Really, thank you. I needed to know this.” Elliot remained silent for a moment as you backed away from his computer, the disc still in your hand. He turned to face you, and you couldn’t see the look on his face once he was angled away from the computer screen.

“What will you do with it?” he asked, nodding at the disc. You looked down at it, considering, before chuckling and shaking your head.

“What can I do? It’s obvious no one cared; I’ll just have to… find a new job.” You deflated a bit, disappointed. This job had taken you long enough to find, and Elliot knew that too. He was the one who had given you the classified sections of his paper every week when he knew you were looking, slid them under your apartment door. He had been embarrassed when you caught him, but seemed grateful when you thanked him. You knew you could rely on him when it came to this, hacking your boss when you told him you had an awful feeling about him. Elliot was more than trustworthy enough for that - for a price, of course.

“How much do I owe you, then?” you asked, moving back towards the bed to fish your wallet out of your purse.

“Fifty,” he replied softly, and you stopped to look at him.

“It was a hundred the last time, wasn’t it?” you asked, and he looked away.

“Friendly discount,” he offered, his voice flat. He ran a hand through his hair, still refusing to look in your direction. “A loyalty perk.” You had to chuckle at that one, and he glanced over to you quickly.

“What, am I going to find another vigilante hacker to pry into the lives of powerful people on just a hunch? Out of the goodness of his heart?” You asked in jest, and you swore the corner of his mouth twitched up, if only for a second.

“Come on, let me pay you the full price - you let me sleep in your bed, after all.” You walked towards him, holding out a couple of twenties. He reached for you, but passed the bill to instead touch your wrist.

“Pay me later, when you have another job,” he insisted, casting his gaze downward. “Make sure you can pay rent this month.” You cringed - you hated when he did that, reminded you that he could see your life online too. He was right though, you barely had enough to keep your place.

“You could always… crash here if you needed to,” he offered, his voice growing softer as he spoke. You let out a nervous laugh and he twitched a bit. He pulled his hand away with a sharp motion, and you reached out to grab it. He cringed when you touched him, continuing to draw back from you. You realized your mistake and let him, your grip going limp so he could pull out of it.

“Sorry, I forgot - no touching,” you apologized immediately, but Elliot surprised you by not pulling completely away. Instead, he began relaxing after a second - his fingers losing tension as they pressed against yours.

“Sometimes,” he began, a murmur, before looking off to the side and running his hand nervously through his hair again. “Sometimes… I don’t mind… so much.” You raised an eyebrow at him, and you felt him tremble once, lightly, in your hand.

“Okay, let me know when it’s okay for me to-”

“I want it to be-” He cut you off, but stopped speaking abruptly. He let out a labored breath, clearly struggling with what he wanted to say. “It has nothing to do with you, it’s… I want to be okay when you touch me.” You weren’t sure how to respond to that, and he fidgeted nervously.

“What do you want me to do?” You asked after a stretch of anxious silence. He moved his grip up to your arm and stroked his thumb across the skin of your wrist silently.

“What you’re supposed to do, when you feel like this,” he muttered, focusing intently on your forearm to avoid looking at you. You were unsure of what he wanted you to say, what the right answer would be. You had seen him get anxious like this before, and in rare occasions he had lashed out as a result. But now felt different, skewed more positively, and you felt comfortable pushing him for information.

“What… would that be?” you inquired slowly, and he heaved a shaky breath.

“How should I know?” he huffed, and when he glanced up at you, you could see a small smile on his face. “You’re supposed to be the normal one.” You were at a loss for words at this one, and resorted to just softly saying Elliot’s name as you looked at each other. His nostrils flared as he let out a deep breath and, unblinking, he rose towards you.

His lips met yours softly at first, both of you hesitating. They rested against each other until you finally moved, bringing them fully into his in a gentle kiss. It was a few moments still until Elliot began to kiss you back, his mouth moving slowly against yours. Just when you were about to try to speed up he pulled away, turning to the side and muttering a curse under his breath. Before you could question him he turned towards you again, catching your lips with a deeper kiss than before. You met his enthusiasm, bringing your hand up to cup the side of his face. He flinched hard at this, his mouth and nose bumping yours, but didn’t pull away. In fact, he stood, lips still locked with yours, and let his body brush slightly against yours. He placed both his hands firmly on your hips as if he was your date to a middle school dance, and continued to kiss you until you finally had to pull back for some air. His hands balled into fists as you drew your head away, rooting your hips to their spot against him. He seemed confused, leaned towards you to kiss him again, and you pressed your forehead against his while you caught your breath. Your other hand snaked its way into his hair and he whined, the sound reverberating against you with his proximity.

“What do you want?” you asked him, implying that whatever happened next was up to him. He huffed instead of replying at first, pressing his forehead harder into yours. Just before you were about to speak again, he finally answered you.

“I don’t mind,” he said, the slightest hint of strain in his voice, “if you want it, I don’t mind.”

“That’s not an answer,” you said carefully, hoping it didn’t set him off. He whined again, and his hands tugged at the fabric clenched within them.

“I don’t really… I don’t…” he started, and you could hear the panic starting to creep into his speech. You ran your thumb along his cheek reflexively to sooth him, and he pressed ever so slightly into your touch.

“I don’t usually… crave… this sort of thing,” he admitted, wavering a bit. “But if you want it, I don’t mind.”

“What about what you want?” you asked, and Elliot turned towards your hand on his cheek, moving so your thumb grazed over his lips instead. He sighed, though labored, and shivered a bit before he answered.

“Just touch me,” he pleaded, and you obliged. You kissed at his jaw until he turned back to meet you with his lips. You brought your hands down to his chest, rubbing over it through his shirt, and slowly moved to shrug his hoodie off him. He stiffened when he first realized you were trying to undress him, but you whispered that he was all right against his mouth until he relaxed. He let you take his hoodie off before he tugged up a bit at your shirt, and you broke away from him to let him pull it over your head. He ran his hands along your bare skin, twitching slightly, before pulling his own shirt off and pressing himself against you. He shivered hard when your skin hit his; his arms slowly wrapped around you and pulled you even closer. When he was pushed against you, you could feel how hard he was, and you squeezed your hand between your bodies to rub him through his jeans. He gasped loudly into your shoulder, first reflexively pulling away from the contact, and then pressing into your hand once he had his bearings. He fumbled with your bra behind your back, looking over your shoulder as he tried to unclasp it. Once he worked it off he tossed it aside, and he trembled when he pressed himself into your bare chest again. You gasped when he moved against you, rubbing your nipples with his skin, and he whined low in his throat with appreciation.

“Touch me,” he pleaded with you again, more desperate than the first time. You moved to slide your hand under his pants and he stopped you, grabbing your wrist.

“You first,” he demanded, and you conceded, moving away from him slightly to pull down your jeans and panties. He stared at you for a beat or two, his eyes raking over you, until you felt self conscious and moved towards him. He stepped back, but then squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, as if he was reminding himself what was happening. He turned from you, pulled off his own pants, and knelt down on the bed. After a moment he looked back at you, and you tentatively moved towards him. He laid down as you lowered yourself, and you lay down next to him, wondering what you should do next. Elliot brushed his fingers against yours and you took this as a sign to continue, rolling towards him to kiss him. He slotted his arm under you and his other hand landed at your hip, his fingers trembling slightly before they fully made contact with your skin. He let you slide your tongue into his mouth, kissing back hesitantly at first. He pulled at your back a little and you shifted into him, pushing your body against his. He moaned slightly into your mouth at the contact, and you felt his cock twitch against your leg. The movement made you hot, and you reached down to stroke him again.

He practically cried out when you gripped him, but this time he didn’t pull away. He pressed his face against yours, whimpering as you slowly ran your fingers up and down him. Precum dribbled out of the head of his cock, and you ran your thumb through it. He yelped when you rubbed his head, but pushed his cock back into your hand when you pulled away, even though his face appeared to be screwed up in pain.

“Touch me,” he whined again, rutting himself against your hand. You gripped him once more and he moaned, his head rolling back. You wanted badly for him to touch you back, but doubted he would be very effective, with all his trembling and twitching.

“I want to fuck you, Elliot,” you confessed, and he whimpered in reply. “Will you be okay with that?” you pressed further, and he nodded, still thrusting into your grasp.

“Do you have a condom?” you asked him, releasing his cock in an attempt to get him to pay you attention. He whimpered more, but reached for his dresser, rummaging around in a lower drawer before producing one. He fumbled with it at first, his fingers trembling, and even though he finally unwrapped it he was unable to still his hands long enough to roll it on. You put your fingers over his gently to stop him before taking it yourself. He gasped when you held him steady and rolled it on, his head rolling back onto his mattress. He seemed to have no desire to move once you had done this, and after realizing this you climbed into his lap yourself.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” you asked again, and once more he nodded. You sat yourself forward, grabbing him behind you, and slowly lowered yourself down on his dick. He howled as you did this, a long, high moan that rung in his empty apartment, his voice wavering louder or lower as you sank and took more of him inside you. He was nearly writing when you were flush against his hips, devolved to shivers and whimpers as his cock twitched inside you. You waited for him to settle down before you lifted off him a bit, but even that slight movement made him shake.

“God Elliot, does it really feel that good?” you asked, incredulous. He jerked his head in a nod, a whine leaving his mouth.

“Please don’t stop,” he pleaded, though his speech came out strangled. “Please keep moving.” You settled back down against him again and kept moaning, his cries becoming shorter and more frequent as you moved more quickly. A faster pace felt good for you too, and you steadied yourself by placing your hands on his chest while you bounced. Elliot’s constant movement meant his cock was continually twitching inside you, allowing it to press at a new point inside you every time you came down on him. It wasn’t long before you were moaning along with him, his dick seeming to reach deeper inside you with each thrust.

Elliot squirmed under you, his torso twisting and his hands gripping at the sheets. The sight made you just as wet as his cock inside you did, and as you edged closer to release you brought your hand down to rub yourself. He let out another labored cry as you tightened around him, bucking against you hard as he wiggled around.

Suddenly Elliot sat up, bringing his body flush against yours. He wrapped his arms around you, tugging you as close to him as he could get you to be. His head rolled onto your shoulder as you grinded yourself against him, moving as much as you could in his lap. Elliot whimpered and whined and gasped, jerking constantly both outside and inside you. You rested your hands on his shoulders, your fingers caressing his neck, and you could almost feel his blood pulsing in his veins under them. You could feel your orgasm coming as Elliot began to claw at your back, and he started trying to talk as you got tighter.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” he started chanting, forcing words out of himself in labored gasps. “Please don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.” In all your moving and rubbing you didn’t have time to echo him, but you moaned out as your orgasm hit you, rolling your hips into his as you squeezed him rhythmically. He twitched in you harder then, still repeating he was going to cum. He wiggled under you, twisting this way and that until finally he came with a shout, bucking and writhing. As good as your orgasm felt, Elliot’s looked better - though, he could have also been mistaken for looking like he was in excruciating pain. Maybe he was, as he continued to whimper even as he stilled, sheened with sweat and looking as if he were about to cry. He let himself fall back against the bed, releasing you so you remained sitting in his lap.

“Are you all right?” you asked him, and he gave you a small nod, his gaze fixed on his ceiling. You attempted to lift yourself to get off him and he cried out sharply, as if he were in pain. You apologized, trying to move as slowly as possible, but Elliot’s face still screwed up as you lifted yourself off his cock. He made no motion to get up so you began cleaning up yourself, piling clothes around for easy morning dressing to start. You also fetched him a hand towel you ran under cold water, pressing it to his hot, sticky skin. He flinched slightly at first, but soon sighed into it, taking it with his own hands and pressing it to where he needed to cool down. You took the condom off him yourself, grimacing as he hissed in pain at you touching him.

“I know El, but I have to,” you told him, and he only wheezed in response. After you disposed of it you were unsure of what to do next, standing near his bed still naked.

“We’re good, you know,” Elliot suddenly said, startling you. “For the hack, all squared up.” You laughed, nerves that had tensed relaxing themselves.

“I don’t know Elliot, I think you might owe me some money after that one,” you teased, and he smiled a bit. Just as you were about to move to grab your clothes, he reached an arm out towards you.

“Stay,” he croaked, and he looked like he was caught between wanting you there and wanting to not want you. But you obliged anyway, because it was what you wanted too. Again you laid down next to him in his bed, but this time he made no move to pull you against him, and you gave him his space. He seemed to doze off, and just as the sun was starting to come up, he moved his hand out to brush his fingers against yours, a final shiver running over his body.